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= eee By Tom Gallon of Crait . CHAPTER XXiIi—Continued. “AN the witnesses necessary will be fortheoming at the proper time,” said Mr. Stock, “and at the proper time there will be some rather difficult problems for you to face. In the mean- time, it is open for you to give any ex- planation you like.” “I decline to give any,” she replied, with her confidence almost fully re- stored. “There is only one thing I shall do at the earliest opportunity: as soon as I am established here, Mr. Stock, I shall change my lawyer. Please understand that clearly.” Mr. Stock gasped. That he should be threatened in this way by the wom- an he knew to be an imposter was cer- tainly more than he expected; but with the obstinacy of despair he re- turned to the charge again. “You will never be established here, Miss Bland,” he exclaimed. “The proof is overwhelming; your first note ito me, when you arrived in London, had, as I pointed out to you at the time, the initials ‘J. B.’ attached to the postseript—the initials of Joyce Bland.” “Johnny Bull,” she retorted, calmly, with a smile; “I explained that at the time; I am quite prepared to explain it anywhere—and to any one. Anything else?” “You told me distinctly that your father was dead.” “And explained afterwards the rea- son for making that statement,” she replied. “Surely, Mr. Stock, you should have understood my feelings:in such a matter.” ‘1 am convinced, Miss Bland, that you are an imposter and that your name is not Grace Yarwood,” said Mr. Stock, slowly. “I will give you one chance: leave this place quietly—” “No to that at once,” she exclaimed, with a stamp of her foot. “I am Grace Yarwood, and I will remain in my own home.” hen [I shall be under the painful necessity of having you ejected,” said the lawyer. “Oh, you threaten me, do you?” she cried, fiercely. “Mind, you haven't a titile of evidence against me, and you have all the papers in your hands which I gave you. Make the attempt, even, to ejecte me and I will drag you through every court in the kingdom; Y will ruin you; I will fight the thing to the last, and still declare that [ am ce Yarwood. What do you say to that, my friend? I can assure you that you've got hold of tle wrong party if you think that you are going to do what you suggest.” “T shall send to Nevada and bring people here who know you,” he said. “Bring ‘em—bring all America; and still I'll fight. Now, Mr. Stock, I think you understand pretty clearly my feel- ing in the matter. And having said that, I'll ask you to get out of my house until I send for you again. I know that I can’t touch the bulk of the fortune until I marry my cousin—” “You'll never do that,” said Mr. Stock, with a laugh. “We shall see about that; if I thought you’d take it I'd offer you a bet on the subject,” she replied, smil- ing at him. “Now go away and get some more stories ready, and some more witnesses who won't appear, and all that sort of thing. Good-bye!” “Understand that if you remain here another twenty-four hours I'll have you turned out, and I'll take the consequences,” was the lawyer's part- ing shot Left alone, Joyce Bland pondered «over the situation. However magnifi- cently she might play the game now, and with however grand an air, she knew that her chance of-ultimate suc- cess was a frail one; the forces ar- rayed against her were too great. On the other hand, the sheer bravery which was the chief and most charac- teristic not of the woman prompted her to keep the game moving to the last. It must take time to get wit- nesses from America, and even they | might be bribed, if they were the type with which she had been familiar in her wilder days. “At only one point do I stand to lose, she thought. ‘If I could secure Raymond Hawley and make him, by any means, stick to the arrangement made, that he should marry Grace Yarwood, I should be safe. For his own sake he would have to support me; while, on the other hand, Grace Yar- wood couldn’t touch the fortune. But for her he would have married me, and he seemed almost to turn to me the other day; he suggested that he might have been in too much of a hur- ry when he gave his decisian before. Raymond holds the key; wish—" She did not finish her thought; her mind switched off to other matters. All that Mr. Stock had said had been so surprising and so unexpected; ey- ery scheme she had attempted appear- ed to have failed. It would have been petter, almost, if old David Yarwood jad lived; she could always have brought him to say what was required, of that she felt sure. But that Jag- gard should have been preserved and that Grace Yarwood should have es- «<aped—both were circumstances which required a great deal of fightng down. With Raymond Hawley still Keeping away from her (and doubtless, as she told herself jealously, keeping near to the other girl), she was helpless; at + oO De SnD OOD EOC nO oOOOOoOLES 1 wish—T the bet she could only keep the game up for a few months more. She was so determined to be prepared for ev- ery emergency that she rang for her maid and gave her instructions regard- ing packing. “Janet, I may have to go a journey,” she said; “I want to be prepared, in case that should be necessary.” And there and then she gave the girl in- structions as to packing the most val- uable of the dresses and other things she had already been able to purchase. Curiously enough, Fate was working against her in a strange fashion and with strange instruments, and yet with a queer ingenuity. Choosing as one of the instruments Mr. Roger Hawley, it put into the mind of that gentleman a mischievous scheme, which caused him to start up in a great hurry, and clap his hands with sheer joy at hav- ing evolved such an idea. He had been sitting for some time beside Owen Jaggard’s bed, thinking about the va- rious events of ‘the past few weeks, and deciding with some bitterness that matters would in all probability now straighten themselves out for his brother Raymond and the real Grace Yarwood, and that he himself would be left out of the reckoning. And the more he thought about it the more he saw, as Joyce had seen it herself at that very moment, that the marriage of Grace Yarwood and Raymond was the actual key of the situation, and that without it nothing could be done. If, by any chance, the newly-discov- ered Grace could be prevented from marrying her cousin, many other com- plications might ensue and Roger might stand a chance in what he laughingly termed ‘‘the scramble.” If it could be prevented—there was the difficulty. The last he had heard concerning Grace Yarwood was at the gipsy camp; he knew nothing concern- ing her flight or the attempt upon her life, and certainly was not aware that she was at that moment in London. He firmly believed that she was living at the camp until] such time as her identity .could be declared and the other woman ejected. Clearly, there- fore, there was no time to lose if any- thing were to be done. \ All thought or consideration for Owen Jaggard went to the winds at once—this was far more important. He hurried back to the inn at which he had been stoppng, got pen and pa- per, and’ wrote a note, chuckling as he did so, and this is what he wrote: “My Dearest Cousin: While all sorts of absurd questions are cropping up and all sorts of people are saying hard things about you, it occurs to me that this business is really in our own hands. I believe in you and I have a very real affection for you; only cer- tain officious persons have not hither- to given me the opportunity of show- ing how deep that affection is. The fortune is ours—jointly; why should we not secure it, in the easiest possi- ble way—and the most romantic—by running away together and getting married? Any stories you may have heard about me are quite wrong, I as- sure you; and we shall be able to snap our fingers at them all and step into possession in triumph. I start for London at once; join me there at the Ormond Hotel, Covent Garden, as soon as you can; we'll tell them all about it afterwards. “Your affectionate cousin, —‘R. Hawley.” This he addressed to “Miss Grace Yarwood,” simply, putting no other ad- dress upon it. As he sealed it he laughed to himself. “Now, she is probably the most mer- cenary little creature pessible, who is still afraid that she won't get the for- tune. I'll show her an easy way. More than that, she will of course be- lieve that Raymond is wooing her; it’s his own fault for having the same ini- tial letter to his name. Then if I can get her away to London, so that she compromises herself, Raymond may refuse to have anything to do with her, and may even turn to the other girl, who is the wrong one. It’s a beautiful scheme—quite appeals to my imagina- tion.” The difficulty, of course, was to find a messenger; he must not appear in the business himself. He started for the camp, having quite made up his mind that he should be able to light on some one who could convey the note for him. And, as luck would have it, he found the messenger on the ac- tual outskirts of the camp. It was Absalom Tapney, regretfully sighing over the gaieties of London, which he had been compelled to leave behind, and blaming his luck at hav- ing a father so enamored of Nature as the professor was. After hesitating a moment, Roger Hawley approached him and tentatively inquired if he would deliver a message for him. “Depends on what the message is,” said Absalom, sulkily, and glancing from Roger to the note he held. “My dear fellow, there is a gipsy camp near here,” began Roger. “Well, I know that. It’s my misfor- tune to have to live there at present.” “How splendid!” exclaimed Roger, in a delighted tone. * Thank you, I think not,” said Ab- salom. “I beg pardon. I meant how splen- did for me,” said the other. “I dare ‘ment that Raymond .had sent the let- say you know a young lady—a Miss Grace Yarwood?” * ° “What of it?” was the ungracious re- ply. “I want you to give her this note, and to be very careful about it. Quite an easy thing to do, and you will be rendering me a service,” said Roger. “Also, you may be rendering yourself a service; the lady will be very grate- ful.” “All right—I’ll do it,” said Absalom, who was ,if the truth be told, glad of anything to do under the circum. stances, and especially anything con- nected with a name which had already given him some days of liberty and money to spend. So Roger Hawley went off at a great rate to his inn and started that even. ing for London. Absalom walked along in an absent-minded fashion, looking at the note and wondering what it contained. He suddenly remembered, with a start, that Miss Grace Yarwood was in that beloved London for which he still so ardently longed, and that it was clearly impossible to deliver the letter. Then, having, perhaps, a mind not unlike that of his father, an easy solution of the difficulty presented itself, and he laughed to think that he had not thought of it before. “Why, there’s two of ’em!” he ex- claimed. Nobody seems to know which is which, so I think one would do as well as the other. Besides, there’s only one I can deliver it to, and if it happens to be the sort of let- ter she wants, there might be more money hanging to it.. And I can do with a little, upon my word!” Accordingly, the misguided youth set off at once for Hawley Park, and, arriving there in due course, inquired for Miss Grace Yarwood. Being asked to state his business, he handed over the note and said he would wait, in case there should be any answer. And the note went up to Joyce Bland and was opened by her. . Joyce read the, letter through, at first in blank amazement and then with a growing excitement. If she could have uttered any prayer at all with the certainty that it would be answered, it would have been the prayer to which this was obviously that answer. She read the phrases in it over and over agains, and smiled as she read. a Pi “The fortune is ours.” That was true enough, if only she could marry the man, and here was the definite offer from the man himself; for, of course, she never doubted for a mo- ter; any thought of the other man never occurred to her at all. “We shall be able to snap our fingers at them all and step into possession in triumph.” That was the truest part of all. “I’ve won!’s she cried, starting to her feet and waving the letter over her head, “I expect he has felt, at the last moment, that I had the biggest chance; he has decided to secure me while he can. If ever there was a really lucky woman it is you, Joyce Bland. Go to London? I should think I would, indeed! Now, Mr. Stock— and you, Grace Yarwood, the beggar— we'll see if you can dare to threaten me!” Absalom Tapney went joyfully away, the richer by a sovereign, and decided that he certainly had done the right thing. Then Joyce, in sheer bravado, sat down and wrote a note. It was ad- dressed to Mr. Stock, and was to be left at the house for him until his next | visit: “Sir—Yon are smart—but I am smarter; I have played the real win- ning hand all the time. Probably by the time you have read this you will understand that I have taken the move I meant to have taken all along, and that I am, to all intents and purposes, out of your hands. I shall return when it suits me--probably after the lapse of a week or two; you ‘know well enough that you dare not do anything against me. Yours, —-Johnny Bull.” She gave the letter to Janet, with in- structions that it was to be given to Mr. Stock when next he came to Haw- ley Park; she had her boxes conveyed to'the station; then she drove off in style and caught a train for London. Mr. Roger Hawley, waiting impa- tiently in a private room of the Or- mond hotel, Covent Garden, was told that a lady had arrived and was in- quiring for him. After bending him- self double with. silent laughter, great- ly to the astonishment of the waiter, Roger requested that the lady be shown up at once, anl sat down to await the completion of his elaborate joke. And the completion came when the waiter opened the door and ush- ered the lady in. Roger Hawley had his back to the door at the moment, because he found it really dimicult to control his features at all. He turned round with a grin and a swagger, took a step toward her; faltered, gasped and fell back. | published, a tramp entered the yard of “What in the name of ——!” he be- gan. “You?” exclaimed Joyce. “There’s some horrible blunder,” said the man. “I sent my note to Grace Yarwood.” “Well, Iam Grace Yarwood,” she re- torted. “And yol signed it ‘R. Haw- ley.” “Well, my name happens to be Rog- er Hawley,” he replied. “But come, now; let’s have no nonsense about this. You know you're not Grace Yar- wood, and you know there’s been some confounded trick about it.” “Never mind what I am or who I am; this is a more serious blunder than you think,” she ‘cried, almost breaking down. “I thought that that note was written by your brother Ray- mond, and I thought—” “That. you could secure him and the estate as well,” said Roger. “That’s not bad; come to think of it, it’s deuced good. I wanted to spoof Grace Yarwood and you wanted to spoof my brother: instead of which we've spoofed each other. 1 say, really, he went on, forgetting the disaster in the exquisite joke of the thing, “it’s really very funny.” She stood before him, blazing with excitement and fury. “You idiot!” she exclaimed, savagely. “Do you know that I’ve left behind a letter, under the impression that I was coming here to meet your brother? Do you know that I have practically burnt my boots and played into the hands of the very peo- ple I’ve had at bay all these weeks? Do you know that the game is up?” “Then it was a game?” he asked, quietly. “Yes, it was a game, and the finest that ever living woman played,” said Joyce, her splendid serenity gone at last, and actual tears of rage and mor- tification springing into her eyes. “It serves ‘me right, and it’s just what mght have been expected. I’ve had ali the serious people (fighting hard against me all this time, and have never once allowed them to find a flaw in my armor; I’ve done things that have kept me awake nights—although T can say now, ‘Thank goodness, they never came off;’ and, at the finish, a fool—yes, a fool—a mountebank— brings down my house of cards!” “Do you feel better now?” he asked, quietly, after a pause. ‘Don’t talk to me!” she exclaimed, then buried her face in her hands and sat very still. Mr. Roger Hawley walked across the room and ‘looked out of a window, whistling softly. Finding that a cheerless occupation, after a moment or two he turned round and spoke. “I say, I wouldn’t give way, you know,” he said. “You’ve fought splen- didly up to now; and just think what fun you’ve had.” GEORGE GOULD’S STORY. Man Whose Life Was Saved Proved Grateful. “It’ seems that at a suburban sta- tion, said George Gould, a train was starting off one morning when an eld- erly man rushed across the platform and jumped on one of the slowly mov- ing cars. > The rear-end brakeman, who was standing by, reached up, grabbed the old man’t coat tails and pulled him off the train. ““There,’ he said, sternly, ‘I have saved your life. Don’t ever try to jump on like that again.’ “‘Thank you,’ said the old man, calmly, ‘thank you for your thoughtful kindness. It is three hours till the. next train, isn’t it?’ ' “‘Three and a quarter,’ said brakeman. The long train, meanwhile, had been slowly gliding by, slowly gathering speed. Finally the last car appeared. This was the brakeman’s car, the one for which he had been waiting, and with the easy grace that is born of long practice he sailed majestically on to it. “But the old gentleman seized. him by the coat and with a strong jerk pulled him off, at the same time say- ing grimly: “‘One good tunr deserves another. You saved my life; I have saved yours. Now we are quits.’ "—Exchange. the THE TRAMP’S TIP. e An Up-to-date Pointer in Payment for Breakfast. 1 Soon after the song, “Just Tell Them That That You Saw Me,” was a spinster living at Hagerstown, Md., and asked for his breakfast. The woman said: “You must work for it first. There is the wood pile. Go and saw some wood.” She prepared a substantial break- fast and put it out in a shed to be ready for the tramp when his work was done. She was soon called to the front of the house, and upon her re- turn to the shed found the breakfast gone and no sign of the tramp, but this note was on the empty plate:' “Just tell them that you saw me, but you didn’t see me saw.”’—Philadelphia Public Ledger. A Law-Abiding Citizen. Representative Hull of Iowa sen home garden seeds to a_ constituent last spring. They came from the de- partment of agriculture, and were en- closed in one of the regular franked government envelopes. On the corner of each of these envelopes appears this legend, “Penalty for private use, $300.” A few days later Hull received a letter from his constituent which read: “Dear Mr. Hull: I don’t know what to do about those garden seeds you sent me. I notice it is $300 fine for private use. I don’t want to use them for the public. I want to plant them for my private garden. I can't afford to pay $300 for the privilege. Won't you see if you can fix it so I can use them privately, for I am a law-abiding citizen and do not want to commit any crime?”—Philadelphia Public Ledger. The Sleeping Car Piilow. A Cincinnati man recently returning from the East was about to get into his berth on a sleeping car, when he heard the voice of a huge Kentuckian, who was holding up a pillow between his thumb and finger while he roared out to the porter: “I say, you boy, come back and take this away.” He Knows Better Now. She had a dimple in her cheek, And I was lost in admiration. The thing, I know, is not unique, And in some people’s estimation A mere depression of the skin. A sort of inverse of a pimple; But, all the same, I can’t begin To tell you how I loved that dimple. T loved to watch the lady smile; Jt was supreme, the satisfaction With which I looked upon her while Her dimpled cheek got into action; I never knew what things she wore. What frock or hat or hood ‘or wimple, I was contented to adore Her fascinating little dimple. Alas! in course of time I learnea That cozy resting place for Cupid Had been into.the muscle burned Or cut—which I consider stupid. It caught me fairly, that I own But now I'm not so young or simple, And dermatologists have shown Me how a girl can get a dimple. —Chicago News. The Prickly Pear’s Sting. There grows in Africa a cactus the leaves and fruit of which are a terror to the just and ,unjust alike. The plant grows so quickly and is so healthy that a single leaf, if thrown on the ground, will strike root at once. Farmers at the Cape find it as great a nuisance as farmers elsewhere have found the thistle. Ostriches feed on it with sad results to themselves. Their heads and necks become as full of prickles as a well-kept cushion of “Wha’ for, sah?” “Because, I’m afraid the derned thing will get into my ear.” None other, however, was to be had, so, placing his head on the feather or’ two inserted in the tick, he was soon asleep.—Philadelphia Public Ledger. His View of It. Mr. P. Packer—I hope we'll not run over anybody. Chauffeur—Why? Mr. P. Packer—It always gives me such an awful ‘jolt-—Cleveland Leader. { pins, and the thorns in the fruit stick in their throats. Sometimes they get into their eyes, too, and the birds grow blind. In dry weather the stings are blown about like thistle down and cause much annoyance to the unlucky persons on whom they alight. The fruit, if you know how to peel it, has some good qualities. It is cool and re- freshing in summer heat and the treacle made from it is not bad where butter is scarce or costly. A coarse spirit that may be burned in a lamp wher nothing else can be got is dis- tilled from the fruit, and blacks, and even Boers, will sometimes drink it. To peel the pear, stick a fork in it firmly, then cut open the skin and take it off, on no account using your fingers. If you should handle it, and eat it, you will feel for days pricks and pangs as if you had been stung by and fed on a thousand nettles. Mexican Street Customs. Many street customs of Mexico are surprising and somewhat confounding to strangers when they first enter the country. For instance, hand-clapping is the usual way of attracting atten- tion. If a man wants to stop a street car or call a messenger, he simply brings the palms of his hands together several times instead of whistling or shouting at the top of his voice. When the attention of a person is se- cured, an overhand motion, the oppo- site of beckoning, signals that he or she is wanted by the person signaling. That portion of a pavement farthest removed from the street is the path of honor, and is invariably surrender- ed to women and by people of the lower class to their superiors. If you walk along the street with a Mexican, he is careful to take the outside posi- tion. Salutations at-a distance are ac- complished by passing the right hand in front of the face, palm inward, the fingers working during the maneuver Oldest Known Piece of Money. Chairman Losmann, of the Society ot Scientific Research, in Anatolia, has just acquired a coin which is the oldest known piece of money inthe world. It was obtained during a re cent journey in Syria. The piece, which is of pure silver, contains a per- feet Aramean inscription of Panammu bar Rerub, King of Schamol, who reigned 800 years B. C. Although the Lydians have been regarded as the in- ventors of money, this coin now up- sets that belief, as it shows that two centuries before their time money was used by the Semitic Arameans. A Very Useful Dog. A blacksmith in the West had a forge for the purpose of making nails; for the coarsest sort of shoes. The; boy who tended this forge made 1,000 nails a day, with some one’s assist-) ance. And who do you suppose was his helper? A dog! This clever animal had been trained to blow the bellows by means of a wheel attached to the crank. While the iron was in the fire the dog would blow the bellows; when it was taken out he stopped to rest, commencing again of his own accord when it was put in again. Birds Killed in Flight. It is reported from Lubec, Me., that, while some parties were out driving in a buggy at South Lubec the other evening a big flock of sandpeeps, or Health Calumet makes | light, digestible wholesome food. Economy Only one heap- ing teaspoonful is needed for one | quart of flour. WONDERFUL ALABAMA CAT. It Discovered a Burglar Who Had Hid in a Closet. I had a cat once remarkably intelli- gent for a cat. He could turn the knob of a door with his paws, fetch the paper when it was thrown over the fence, carry notes to the grocer’s, and perform other stunts creditable alike to his head and heart. One night I was reading rather late in the sitting room, when I noticed the cat rub up against my leg and start for the door, and when I failed to fol- liow he would return and repeat the performance. Alcibiades (that was the name of the cat) was so insistent that I finally decided to follow him. He led me up the stairs and into a room. Going up to a closet the cat tapped on the door with its paw. Understanding the mute request, I opened the door, and much te my astonishment discov- ered a negro crouched down in a cor- ner of the closet. I seized him, and with the help of other members of the household delivered him at the station house, where he was recognized as a badly wanted burglar—Birmingham News. Lesson For Women. Jersey Shore, Pa., Sept. 26 (Special) —“Dodd’s Kidney Pills have done world’s of good for me.” That’s what Mrs. C. B. Earnest of this place has to say of the great American Kidney Remedy. “I was laid up sick,” Mrs. Earnest continues, “and had not been out of bed for five weeks. Then I began to use Dodd’s Kidney Pills and now Iam so I can work and go to town without suffering any. I would not be with- out Dodd’s Kidney Pills. I have good reason to praise them everywhere.” Women who suffer should learn a lesson from this, and that lesson is, “cure the kidneys with Dodd’s Kidney Pills and your suffering will cease.” Woman’s health depends almost en- tirely on her kidneys. Dodd’s Kidney Pills have never yet failed to make healthy kidneys. F Just Like Men. Mrs. A.—When I return home from my vacation I always find a dozen new sets of dishes in my dining room. Mrs. Z.—How do they get there? Mrs. A.—Why, my husband would rather buy new ones than wash the old ones after meals.—Chicago News. Important to Mothers. Examine carefully every bottle of CASTORIA. a safe and sure remedy for infants and children, and see that it Ip Use For Over 30 Years. The Kind You Have Always Bought, Would you call it “unconscious humor” when a woman in a faint looks funny? Ges snipes, suddenly flew across the road, and struck the side of the carriage, killing twenty-five or thirty of them. The occupants of the team brought them home with them, and enjoyed a nice lunch off the little birds. Instantly stops the pain of machines Always heals without ‘ae’ a mailed Drive by J.W. Goled Go. Black fiver Balle Wis ‘wees KEEP A BOX HANDY Boy Knocks Out Bear. Homer Hill, a 12-year-old boy, was attacked by a large black bear near his home at Waterford, Vt., a few days ago. The boy got away from the animal and threw a_ cobblestone, striking the bear in the head with! such force that the latter fell to the ground and the lad escaped. Youthful Traveler. One of the youngest travelers in Maine is Harry Marr, aged 9, who for more than a year has accompanied his father, Warren Marr, a commercial drummer, on his trips through the state. __ THE BEST WATERPROOF CLOTHING IN THE WORLD BEARS THIS TRADE re