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CHAPTER XVI.—(Continued.) Bashfort, ghastly and cadaverous in complexion, lay upon his back, at the very edge of the ledge. Just beneath this ledge the cliff sheered down for fifty feet as perpendicular as- the wall of a tower. On the right of the ledge, and nearly touching it, there began that line of broken and ladder-lke rocks by means of which Clarence bad ascended fro mthe sea, and the de- scent of which Bashfort had begun when his purpose was arrested by the voice of Helen. Around his neck and drawn to the skin, yet not pressing upon it, was the giip-noose adjusted deftly by Clarence. A single thrust from the foot of the young’man would topple the prostrate ruffian over the edge of the ledge—a hanged man! “Ho, aloft!” shouted Clarence, in his loudest and harshest voice. And to those waiting to hear from Bashfort on the verge of the cliff, this voice sounded exactly like that of the still insensible ruffian. “Aye, aye!” came the response from hen I call again, haul up!” cried Clarence, with his hand on the rope. “Not before I call.” “Aye, we understand you, Bashfort. When you call out again we will haul —not before,” came back the response. And at this moment Bashfort open- @d his eyes and glared wildly about him. “jf you speak above your breath,” said Clarence, at Bashfort’s ear, you will be hanged the next instant.” Zashfort stared into the terrible The Sorcerer of St. By PROF. WILLIAM H. PECK. | If I spare you you will betray our hid- face so close to his, and gasped out: e you spirit or living man?” “t am Clarence Darrell, the nephew of the man’ you murdered at York, twenty-two years ago. The noose is around your neck. Those above will draw upon the rope if they hear so much as the sound of your voice. i bade them do so, and they thought my voice was yours.” “\erey!” gasped Bashfort. “I could not shout, even if I dared. Mercy, | Giarence Darrell!” CHAPTER XVII. The Awful Death of Bashfort. Lord Genlis and Capt. Osred had not grown impatient for tidings . from Bashfort, as they sat upon the cliff. They supposed he would be a long time in descending from where they bad lost sight of him, and a still long- er time in getting back to that place, ially, if he brought pack with him Helen Beauclair’s body. From where they were they could not see the rocks at the base of the cliff, because of the line of jutting ledge. zNor were they in any mood for con- versation. Their scheme had failed; Helen Beauclair was dead, they had no doubt. That which Bashfort had shouted back to them he saw below was of course her mangled corpse. Gloomy and silent, each reclined on the rocks near the verge of the cliff, buried in his own dismal chagrin. Thus they were when the supposed shout of Bashfort, from where they had last seen him, aroused them. “Ha! He is on bis way back!”* ex- claimed Lord Genlis. “Get ready to haul, Wilford.” And then followed that shouting be- tween them and Clarence. “Doubtless he has found and brought the body to where he is,” re- marked Capt. Osred, in a gloomy voice. “Yes, no doubt,” replied Lord Gen- lis. “By the agitation of the rope I judge, he is making the body M&st in the noose for us to pull up.” “It will be a dismal hauling for me,” said Capt. Osred, making a double coil of the slack of the rope around his right @rm. “Bak! For both of us, Wilford! But there are as good fish in the sea as ever were caught,” replied Lord Gen- lis, brutally, and.grasaing.the rope.be- hind his son. “We shall find another heiress. Her mother, perhaps, for Lady Ida is now Helen's heiress, Tl wed her myself, as we spoke of do- ing.” “I loved this—this dead bride,” said Capt. Osred, dark and gloomy, and frowning at the sky. And then both became silent, wait- ing to hear Bashfort’s signal, and Capt. Osred standing very near the edge of the cliff. Meanwhile another scene was trans- piring below in the cave between the two ledges. “What right have you to ask mercy of me?” demanded Clarence, in a low, stern tone, to the helpless ruffian, You murdered my uncle, Claude de Lavet, as he was on his way to prove the in- nocence of my mother to my father, Robert de Lavet. You gave me into the accursed hands of Zeno Sosia- ou are now one of those who seek to destroy the happiness of the girl I Jove. Had you seized her a few mo- ments ago it would have been better tor her that she had never been born. Giles ing place to those above—” “No—I ‘swear—” “Silence! You speak too loud; the rope is around your neck; your hands are tied;. you are on the very brink of a steep, beyond whose brink nearly one-half of your body is already pro- jecting, sidewise. Do not attempt to move a limb. The weight of a pound more of your body carried to your left will carry you over, till the rope brings you up suddenly.” Bashfort shuddered, and his heart trembled in its affrighted throbbings, lest this uncontrollable shuddering might carry from his right side to his left that fatal pound of weight of which his merciless victor had spok- en. “Yesterday you. murdered four men, and aided in murdering the fifth,” con- tinued Clarence. “As I lay exhausted upon this ledge yesterday I saw four dark bodies shoct out into the mist from above my head. I saw them, one after another, but for an instant—the bodies of falling men. I scarcely had time to recognize that they were hu- man beings, so suddenly did they ap- pear and so quickly did they vanish amid the mist. Since then, from your comrade’s speech, while you lay sense- less in the closet room, I have learned that you murdered those men. Their dead bodies are two hundred feet be- low you. You are to die, hanged, far above those mangled corpses!” “Mercy! I will tell you where you can find those proofs of Zeno Sosia’s villainy and treachery toward your father—those proofs of your mother’s innocence which your uncle was tak- ing to your father!” gasped Bashfort. “I stole them from the bosom of Claude de Lavet—when he was dead —but I did not give them to Zeno So- sia. I told Sosia that I had lost the packet in which they were. I gave him the chiid—you—but I Hid the packet. The old sexton of St. Nicho- jas church, in Galway—Michael Glenn —has the packet. I gave it to him nearly twenty-two years ago, when I quitted Sosia’s service. I saw the old man a few days ago, and he told me he had that packet yet—had never opened it—kept it in an old chest— showed it to me. I had no use for it. I had nearly forgotten the long ago past. I told him to keep the paeket till 1 called for it, or sent for {t. He is a simple old man and will give ft to you if you ask for it in my name. Your father lives—hejis/now\Lord de Lavet, and perhaps even now in Gal- way—” “And my mother?” “Oh, Ido not know! Mercy! Why do you draw your dagger?” gasped Bashfort, for at this moment Clarence was drawing his dagger, “My mother went mad,” replied Clarence, in a terrible tone,” and wan- dered off to France, where she died. You shared in the villainy that drove her mad. I am going to punish one of her murderers” As Clarence spoke these words, his left hand was grasped ‘upon Bashfort’s breast to hold the man from rolling off the brink of the ledge, while his right hand, armed with his dagger, was thrust under the assassin’s back, seeking the cord that bound the fel- low's wrists. , The rope which was held by the Os- reds was slack, and several feet of its length lay in coils near Bashfort’s head as his neck was in the noose. Clarence intended that the villain should be hanged, and that by those on the cliff it should be supposed that Bashfort had hanged himself by acci- dent... To carry out .this.deceit it was necessary that the body should not be found with its hands tied behind the back, if, as was very probable, the Os- reds should haul it up to the top of the cliff. “Mercy! Spare me!” shouted Bash- fort, appalled by the groping of the armed hand under his back, ed imag- ining a horrible thrust was about to pierce his backbone. “Mercy! Spare me!” In his supreme terror he forgot the warning Clarence had given him. His shout, but not his words, was heard by the Osreds. They. supposed he was giving the signal to haul on the .rope,.and the coils of slack near Bashfort’s head began to move, then began going upward, and at that in- stant Clarence severed with his dag- ger the cord that bound Bashfort’s wrist, and at the same moment shov- -ed the man over the brink of the ledge, head and breast downward. “Mother, I avenge thee upon one— the other is dead!” cried Clarence, as he thrust the noosed ruffian from him. Precipitate and swift in its descent, downward went the body of Neil Bash- fort, full thirty feet e’er the rope drew taut upon its fastened end above—the noose snapping the ruffian’s hedd as instantly from his shoulders as if the scimitar of a Turk liad smitten it off, so great was the body’s weight, so steep and heep the fall. The head flew off into the air and fell into the sea. The body darted on downward like a plummet, and quiy- ered its last across the corpse of the sailor whom Bashfort had murdered the day before. Clarence had leaned forward, as far as he dared, to watch the fall of Bash- fort, and a shudder of horror chilled iat ‘DEFECTIVE PAGE “Great heavens! the noose has be- headed him!” he gasped; and as he spoke he recoiled from the brink of the ledge, a shout of terror and dis- may ringing in his ears from the cliff above ringing in his ears. But that shout. was not because of the Osreds’ horror at Bashfort’s fate, for the Osreds knew not what had chanced to their henchman, nor from their position could they see his fall. The shoui of horror and dismay was from the lips of Lord Genlis, and for the following reason: The sudden and tremendous, though scarcely even mo- mentary tightening of the rope by Bashfort’s weight and thirty-feet fall jerked Capt. Osred over the brink of the cliff. He had made a double coil of the slack of the rope around his right arm, and at the instant he heard the sup- posed signal shout of Bashfort, the doomed young man had grasped the rope firmly with. both hands. A dreadful fate to him was the re- sult. He was jerked violently forward over the cliff, fell sheer downward, whirling over and over in the air, till his body struck, with a terrific thud, the ledge just over the mouth of the cave, and there remained, fast and dead, between two jaws of the cleft rock. Clarence heard the thud, and saw a shower of dislodged fragments of rock scatter from the ledge down before the mouth of his lurking place. He had heard, too, Lord Genlis’ cry of dis- may the instant before he heard the thud,and he knew at once that some one had fallen fro mabove. But he knew not whether that wretched one was Lord Genlis, or Capt. Osred, or Martha—for he sup- posed that the wife of Bashfort might have been with the others at the rope. He soon knew what had fallen, for searcely had the shower of dislodged stones vanished from his sight, when he heard and recognized the voice of Lord Genlis shouting: “Wilford! Wilford! move your hand!” “If he lives!” thought Clarence, shuddering. “No man could fall so far and live!” And as he raised his eyes to the edge of the ledge over his head, drops of blood began to trickle from the rock, and to fall before the mouth of the cave to the lower ledge, upon the very brink from /which he had thrust the ruffian, BasWfort. \Lord Genlis himself had a narrow escape from sharing the fate of his son. The sudden and tremendous check of the rope had hurled him for- ward upon his knees—so far forward that his head and shoulders were for a moment over the brink of the cliff— and he witnessed the fall of his son even while he himself was being jerk- ed to his knees. His first cry of dismay filled the air as he saved himself from Wilfred Os- red's fate. “Wilford! Wilford! If you live, move your hand,” he shouted, as _pros- trate on his breast, he beheld the mo- tionless body of his son, lodged, face upward, on the ledge, nearly a hun- dred feet below him. He réceived no answer to his words. “Bashfort!—you accursed Bash- fort!” he shouted, unaware of his henchman’s fate, and supposing the dead man was sowewhere below, and near the ledge—“Bashfort!” But no reply from dead Neil Bash- fort could reach Lord Genlis. The rope and the noose that had be- headed the ruffian, and jerked Wilford Osred over the cliff, swung far down from where its upper end was fasten- ed, slack and oscilating in the rising wind. “A curse upon the scoundrel!” mut- tered Lord Genlis; “why does he not answer? Wilford! Ah, I fear my son is dead! If I could see his face more distinetly— Ah! I think Bashfort has a spy-glass in his chest! I will get that!” He sprang to hig feet, cursing the mishaps which had befallen his plans, and hurried to the kitchen. (To Be Continued.) Mutual. Distrust. A very absent-minded member m the French institute was reading a newspaper in the casino at Dieppe re- cently. He was absorbed in his read- ing, and with his left hand he uncon- sciously pushed the files of newspa- pers on the table. Each moment he sent them farther from him. Beyond the papers was an inkstand, which at last the moving papers pushed over the side of the table. It fell on the trousers of a Paris banker, who was furious at the accident. The absent-minded man offered his best excuses, without appeasing the banker’s wrath, who shrieked that his new trousers were ruined. “But, sir, I will cheerfully pay for them. Be good enough to give me your card, and I will send the money to your hotel.” “To my hotel, sir! I don’t know you. I must instantly have the thirty franes these trousers cost.” The member of the institute drew forth the thirty francs and handed them to the banker. Then he said: “Now, that you have been paid, 1 hope you have too much of the deli- cacy of a.gentleman to remain in my trousers. You know they are mine, and I insist upon their immediate de- livery to me. You have no confidence in me; I have noné im you. My trou- sers.” | In vain the banker pro:ested against such haste. The crowé that had gathered about the dispitants said the member of the institut: was right, and the banker, after ding for another pair of nether gartents, surrendered the ink-stained ones, amid the laughter of the bystanders. If you live, All shores are fair when the fide is MEN OF BUSINESS RECOGNIZE - ADVANTAGES OF ACETYLENE. Famous Summer Hotel, the Grand Union of Saratoga, Has Installed This Best of All Artificial Lightse— Means Increased Comfort and Heaith. Saratoga, June 27.—The very name, “Saratoga,” brings to every mind health-giving springs, unsurpassed hotels and beautiful drives, It has been for many years the Mecca for all who admire nature, enjoy good living, and are searching for health, or are simply taking a va- cation. The Grand Union, the largest sum- mer hotel in the-United States, set among green trees with its long wings enclosing a court with fountains and flowers, grass and trees, music and light, is throughout the season throng- ed with guests. With the progressive spirit always shown by its manage- ment, the Grand Union has again add- ed to its attractiveness by introduc- ing acetylene gas to make still more prilliant the evening hours. The ge- nial proprietors believe in furnishing their guests: with the best of every- thing, and now, after investigating and finding that Artificial Sunlight can be had, they have installed a com- plete acetylene gas plant to produce it, and have connected upward of six thousand acetylene burners in and about the house and grounds to this little gas plant. Like many discoveries of recent years which are coming into popular favor, acetylene, one of the most re- cent, is very simply produced. It is adapted for use wherever artificial light is needed and the necessary ap- paratus can be understood and oper- ated by anyone. The generator in which Acetylene is produced by the automatic contact of carbide and water might be termed a gas plant, as it performs all of the functions of a city gas plant. The acet- ylene generator can be purchased for a few dollars and in any size, from one adapted to furnish acetylene to ten or a dozen burners for a cottage, up to the large but still simple ma- chine such as is now furnishing Acetylene for six thousand burners in the Grand Union. Outside of large cities the use of Acetylene is quite common. The owner of the country home now de- mands running water, gas and other conveniences which a few years ago were considered as luxuries, and acetylene gas has met his require- ments, and gives him a better and cheaper light than is ordinarily fur- nished in cities. It is well known that rooms lighted with Acetylene are more comfortable, because cooler, and more healthful be- cause the air is not vitiated. A Bad Habit. “I thought,” said the man to the] ghost, “that the last time you came you said you would come no more?» = “I thought it would be,” replied the ghost, with a wail; but I find that in life [ contracted a habit ‘that even death cannot break. I was a prima donna, and these are the ghosts of my farewell appearances.” The Uncle and the Ante. Mrs. Newlywed (to her friend)— Mary, I want to ask you a question.. The other day I missed Jack's watch and he said his uncle had it; this morning his diamond pin was missing and he said his uncle had that. Now, has your husband an uncle who gets all of this things? Her Friend (a woman who knows a thing or two)—No, dear; my husband's ante does it for him.—Detroit Free Press. UNSIGHTLY BALD SPOT. Caused by Sores on Neck—Merciless itching for Two Years Made Him Wild—Another Cure by Cuticura. “For two years my neck was, coy- ered with sores, the humor spreading to my hair, which fell out, leaving an unsightly bald spot, and the soreness, inflammation and merciless itching made me wild. Friends advised Cuti- cura Soap and Ointment, and after a few applications the torment subsided, to my great joy. The sores soon dis- appeared, and my hair grew again, as thick and healthy as ever. I shall always recommend Cuticura, (Signed) H. J. Spalding, 104 W. 104th St., New York City.” The Royal Road to Learning. Freddy—What’s an honorary degree, dad? i Johnson—That’s a title a college con- fers on a man who would never be able to get it if he had to pass an ex- amination.—Tom Watson’s Magazine. His Qualifications. “Sir, you are too young to marry my daughter.” “But I am baldheaded and have the gout!”—Translated for Tales From Le Journa] Amusant. Strenuous Hint. Husband—Let me see, how long has it been since Uncle John was here? Wife—Oh, it must be several years. He was here the week after I got my last new bonnet.—Detroit Tribune. For the Prodigal Son, McFlub—My, but that’s a beefy looking lot of burlesque queens, Sleuth—Yes, the fatted calf is quite ia evidence to-night—Houston Chron- icle. Flattery is only a loan, and always at a high rate of interest, Heat the Skimmilk. Where the skimmilk from cream- eries is to be sent back to the farms it should be heated to a point that will kill all disease germs. This should be done at every factory, without ex- ception. It is impossible for any creamery manager to know that his cows are perfectly healthy, and it is possible that diseased milk will be sent back to work ruin among the calves, pigs and eyen the human family. It is being widely reported that tuberculosis among hogs is largely on the increase in the dairy districts or at least in some dairy districts. We have heard a great deal about pas- teurization, and this is desirable, but if that cannot be done then the skim- milk that goes back to the farm should be heated to a degree that scalds it. This is a very simple matter, es- pecially where there is live steam handy. Where it is not handy it should be made so, which will entail but slight change in the steam pipes and stops. It has been declared that bovine tuberculosis is transmissible from cat- ile to humans through the milk, and ‘his has been denied. But it may be irue, and it is the part of wise men to guard against it. At least we know that bovine tuberculosis affects pigs. The way to get the skimmilk heated is to agitate the matter and create sentiment among the patrons in favor of that. Forage for Cows. In the blue grass pasture we have one of the best possible forage crops, because it is rich in the essential autrients, such as the proteins. We aave to look more after the protein forage crops than the carbohydrate forage crops, for the reason that we can always supply all the latter we want in the corn crop ,and find it easy to grow any amount of green corn for summer soiling. The crops that we have to depend on most for the richer portion of our forage are those that bear pods, like the clover, vetches, peas and alfalfa. Clover and alfalfa at the present time lead the list of available forage plants in northern latitudes. The most valuable thing for feeding dairy cows that can be grown is alfalfa, and as much of this as possible should be grown on the dairy farm. Alfalfa has the advantage over almost every other protein producing crop, in the fact that it is a heavy yielder and pro- duces three and even four cuttings a year. Every farmer that has cows that sare being used principally for milk production will do well to try to grow this crop. Variation of the Test. Some highly interesting experi- ments in regard to the standard quality of milk have been made by Mr. R. Stratton, the well known Mon- mouthshire agriculturist. “Pure milk,” the law says, “must have 3 per cent of butterfat.” Mr. Stratton selected two cows, and, testing their milk on a certain day, found that the yields were respectively 3.50 and 3.52 per cent of butterfat. After feeding the cow in a certain way for a week one cow’s milk gave a yield of 3.04 per cent, while the other was absolutely stationary. Later on with the same feeding the yields were 1.50 in one ease, while the other rose to 3.80 per cent; while subsequently the yields were 1.60 per cent and 3.20 per cent respectively. The evening milking gave better results than that in the morning. Mr. Stratton argues that these statistics show that convictions for deficiency of butterfat should nof be made on the strength of one analy- sis, but as the result of a series.”— The Dairy, London. Making Farm Butter. The making of farm but- ter needs to be taught in our dairy schools even more than making creamery butter, for more farm butter is being made. Yet the work that is done in the way of in- structing creamery butter makers is far more effective than the work of in- structing farm buttermakers. The creameries are eager to get all the information possible on the making of butter, and they can be reached, while the makers of farm butter are almost beyond: the reach of the experiment stations, except through the medium fof the agficultutal press. This has ied to the teaching of creamery butter- making first and farm buttermaking second. If this order is not satisfac- tory to the farmers they are them- selves to blame for it, as they re- spond but slowly to the efforts of the agricultural colleges. Look Ahead. A farmer that has a little dairy may make of it a very profitable part of his farm work if he will but look ahead and not be satis- fied with what he has. The first effort should be to grade up the herd to a high state of productiveness. He can do this by hunting around for a pure- bred sire of one of the milk breeds and using such a sire even if he is miles further away than a poorer bull. The man that is satisfied and will keep any calf he raises is the man that will be no richer ten years from now than he is to-day. The man that will be richer at that time than now ls the man that looks ahead and pushes ahead. ‘of Dr. Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable isa tive cure forall those painfal pres of women. It will entirely cure the worst forms of Female Com- plaints, all Ovarian troubles, Inflam- mation and Uleeration. Falli and Displacements of the Womb and con- sequent Spinal Weakness, and is pecu iarly adapted to the Change of Life. Every time it will cure Backache. It has cured more cases of Leucor- rheea than any otherremedy the world haseverknown. Itis almostinfallible in such cases. It dissolves and expels Tumors from the Uterus in an early stage of development. That Bearing-down Feeling, causing pain, weight and headache, is instantly relieved and permanently cured by its use. Under all circum- stances it acts in harmony with the female system. It corrects Irregularity, Suppressed or Painful Menséruation, Weakness of the Stomach, Indigestion, Bloating, Flaoding, Nervous Prostra- tion, Headache, General Debility. Also Dizziness, Faintness, Extreme Lassitude, ‘‘don’t-care” and ‘* want-to-be-left-alone ” feeling, excit- ability, irritability, nervousness, sleep- lessness, flatulency, melancholy or the “blues,” and backache. These are sure indications of Female Wéakness, some derangement of the Uterus. For Kidney Complaints and Backache of either sex the Vegeta- ble Compound is unequaled, You ean write Mrs. Pinkham about yourself in strictest confidence. LYDIA E. PINKHAM MED, © Lyna, Mass, Reliaved. Bleeker—Say, ola cnap, I'm in beast ly bad luck; need money badly and haven't the least idea where I can get it. Baxter—Well, I'm glad to hear that. I thought perhaps you had an idea you could touch me for it.—Puck. Farmers’ Wives should read advertisement of Acety- lene Apparatus Mfg. Co, in another column of this paper. Grateful to Grandma. “Mrs. Cummins—So you love your grandmamma, do you, Gracie? And why do you love her? Gracie—Because she used to punish mamma when mamma was a little girl, I hope she used to spank mamma aa hard as mamma spanks me.—Boston Transcript. The Cruelties of Science. The Anti-vivisectionist—And when you do lure a poor dog into your labor- atory and cut him up, what do you gain by it? The Surgeon—Millions—of fleas. WHY THEY ARE HAPPY TWO NOTABLE REQOVERIES FROM EXTREME DEBILITY. 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I had headaches, ddduey trouble, pain-about the heart and-many more uncomfortable symptoms con- nected with that weakness to which my sex is peculiarly subjéct.”’ . of Trouble had invaded this household and settled in it in just the years that ought to be the very happiest. Physicians could not tell them how to get rid of it, “T was utterly discouraged,’’ said Mr, Goldstein. ‘‘Then the urgency of some friends led me to try a blood atid nerve remedy which was said to be wonder. fully successful. Within a month there were unmistakable signs of improvement in my condition, and within a year } was completely well. Through the use illiams’ Piuk Pills I have now as good health as lever had in my life.” Mrs. Goldstein adds: ‘* The wonderfal effect that Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills bad in the case of my husband led me to try them and they helped me even more quickly than they did him. One box made me ‘decidedly better and a fow months’ treatment cured me.” tonic and regulator, make pure, rich blood and ah is general weakness and disorder that is what the system needs. Mr. and Mrs. H. Goldstein live at 88 Gove street, Kast Boston, Masa, . Williams’ Pink Pilla are sold by druggists everywhere. |