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CHAPTER X1IX.—(Continued). The pastille did not make a report like a torpedo, but it exploded noise- lessly, and then burned steadily, giv- i off much smoke, Sosia tossed another of the pastilles into the room, the second one falling into a platter which lay upon the floor ne Martha. Had she been awake she could not have failed to see the face of the sorcerer as he tossed the secord pastille, as in domg so he was compelled to reach so far into the room that his whole head appeared in the opening for a moment. curtain was hanging before the grated window, placed there by Mar- tha, to keep out the wind from the shattered sash, so that but little of the smoke from the pastilles could escape from tke room there; and as soon as Sosia. saw the pastilles well a », and that the sleepers had not stirred, he drew across the opening through the floor of the room in which he was a blanket, which he had for this very purpose, and across the blanket a heavy board. He did this to concentrate and con- fine the smcke of the pastilles, and when he had done this he hurried - into the darkness of the build- , after boldly lighting a small lamp, muttering: “Now to visit the retreat of those charming innocents! Now to go on apidly with the vengeance of Zeno CHAPTER XX. The Approach of the Sorcerer. Helen Beauclair, soon after the de- parture of Clarence Darrell, retired to, the couch he had provided for her, hoping that the oblivion * of sleep might soon come upon her, and so make brief the otherwise dreary and dismal hours of their separation. But an hour passed after his going ere she sank into sleep, as she knew by the falling of the uppermost pins of the two candles. The candles burned steadily and well together, and when the hour of midnight arrived in the cavern, the second pin of each fell almost at the same instant from the slowly eating flame Midnight. Clarence had been gone two hours, and Helen Beauclair was in deep repose. Then, almost as slow- ly at first as the melting of the wax he candles, and fully as noiseless- ly as the weird shadows of the cave, a ed the hidden face of the sor- ‘om behind the hidden slab. Then he crawled forward toward the ue of rock behind which Helen and which hid her from his eyes, y, noiselessly, on his hands and knees, till his long, strong fingers ted on the top of the tongue of Then, raising himself a little, he peered over the rock at the an- gelic sleeper. “She sleeps! ly!” he muttered, standing erect. Then with noiseless tread he moved She sleeps profound- gazing about and toward the center of the cavern, where, upon the rock which seryed ihe lov for a table, burned a lamp. Unseen by him, unsuspected by him, oul from (he inky darkness of that passage which led to the outer cliff cave, two eyes were peering curious- ly at him—two human eyes—two eyes which the sorcerer would have been appalled to see. Unconscious of the near presence and curious scrutiny of these eyes, the sorcerer extinguished the lamp, unserewed its top, poured its oil out into a dark place in the cave, and re- filled the lamp with some fluid-like oil which he poured into it from a small metallic flask. This flask he took from his bosom, and to his bosom he return- ed the flask after he had used it. He then screwed on the top of the Jamp again, adjusted its wick, and re- placed the lamp where it was before, but without lighting it. Clarence had taken the other lamp with him, and left it burning on tlie . spiral stone stairway to light his steps when he should return. Sosia was The Sorcerer of St. By PROF. WILLIAM H. PECK. aware of this, and he examined the hamper and took from it aH the can- dies that remained in it, and hid them in a dark crevice of the cave walls. While he was thus employed the un- seen, unsuspected eyes in the dark- ness of the outer cave passage follow- ed every movement he made. Just as Sosia had hidden the candies he heard Helen say: “Clarence! Help, dear Clarence!” As quick as light the startled sor- cerer sank to the floor of rock. But Helen had merely spoken in her sleep; and this fact the sorcerer rec- ognized after a moment's listening. “She’s dreaming of him and _ her danger!” he muttered. ‘She is silent. Yes—but it’s time to guard against her waking too soon.” With noiseless steps he again glid- ed across the tavern to the tongue of rock and peered over it at the sleeper. Satisfied that ne could safely proceed with his devilish cunning, he took one of the candles from the hardened wax which held it erect, and cut off its lower end until a small picee with one pin was left, Then he heated the hardened waz on the rock and placed Giles ‘| this exultant wretch. the shortened bit in it, upright, and held it there till the wax was hard again. He proceeded with the other candle in the same manner. Thrusting the cut parts into his bosom, he gazed at the candles for a moment and mut- tered: “Well done! Each has but one pin left!) When she awakes she-will think it nearly dawn, see the candles near- ly burned away, and light the lamp!” With minute attention to everything that might help to deceive the girl, he placed near the shortened candles the pins he had taken from the cut-off por- tions. This done, he retreated to the leaning slab and backed himself in be- hind it. “Helen Beauclair!” he then cried, in a shrill, piercing voice. The cavern rang with the sound, and Helen sprang up nearly to a sitting posture the next instant, awake. “Ah! who called me?” she gasped, startled from deep sleep. “Who?” But no voice replied to her own. Crouching’ behing the leaning slab, the sorcerer waited. Unsuspected by him, the owner of the two eyes in the other passage wait- ed. “Surely I could not have dreamed that I heard a voice—a voice that call- ed out my name?” said Helen, now sitting up in her rude bed and looking wildly about. “Who called me?” she again demanded, but in a voice weak and tremulous. There was no reply. Except the loud, short breathing of the startled girl, the cave was silent. “No one answers,” said Helen, aloud, that the sound of her own voice might give her courage. “Could it be dear Clarence, trying to see what a coward Iam? No—he is too noble and good to do that. I must have been dream- ing, and of that horrible sorcerer; for at first I imagined it was his shrill, hideous voice, Ah!"—and there her eyes for the first time noticed how short the candles had become while she slept. The sorcerer, all ears at this move- ment, heard and understood the mean- ing of this “Ah!” which Helen uttered with sudden sharpness. “Bravo!” he thought. “She notices the candles! My little goldfish nib- bles at my bait!” “It is nearly dawn now!” exclaimed Helen, and clasping her hands in her joy. “All the pins are burned loose but one in each candle! Oh, I have been asleep nearly five hours! There were seven pins in each—one fell from each ere I slept—only,one in each re- mains. There! one of them falls, and the other will in a moment! It is near dawn! it is near dawn !and dear, dar- ling Clarence will soon be here!” And tremulous with joy, the deceiv- ed girl left her bed and hurried to the hamper—as the wily sorcerer suspect- ed she would—to get a candle, say- ing as she did so: “The candles are nearly burned out and the lamp has gone out. I must at once iight a fresh candle, or I shall be left in total darkness; and that would be terrible, for I have no means to make a light.” She found no candles in the hamper, though she emptied it of all that was in it. “Strange,” she said, and much per- rlexcd. “I am sure there were sev- eral tallow and three or four wax can- dles in the hamper. Where could Clar- ence have put them? But I will re- light the lam p and then leok about for the candles.” “My sweet liltle goldfish,” thought the exultant fiend behind the slab, “is about to swallow my bait! Oh, the charming innocent!” ‘ Helen hurried to the lamp and car- ried it to the tongue of rock. “I cannot see why this lamp went out. It is nearly full of oil and the wick seems very good,” she said, as she took up one of the bits of candle and tipped the wick of the lamp over toward the flame. There was just candle enough left to enable Helen to hold it gingerly be- tween the tips of her delicate finger and thumb. “Oh!” cried Helen, as the suddenly kindling wick flashed a flame upward into her face, nearly scorching her lips, “why did it do that? But what a delicious perfume! Ah !I feel very faint—as if everything was reeling. Why—oh, how strange! My knees give way under me. I fear I shall drop the lamp!” And struggling desperately not to drop the very cause of her singular sensation, Helen was barely able to place the lamp upon the tongue of rock ere she sank down, partly upon the rocky floor and partly leaning against the rock on which she had placed the lamp. In this position her face was toward the still concealed sorcerer, while one of her arms partly encircled the rock against which she leaned, and which alone prevented her from being pros- trate. “Ah me!” she sighed; “how weak I am! How suddenly the weakness seized me. I—I cannot lift even my head from—my arm!” Her head and one side of her face rested upon the arm which, upraised, partly encircled the rock. “Ah! I hope—that dear—Clarence will soon te here!” she muttered, brokenly. é leaning slat The poor girl, fehose eyes had bapa to close ,turned ber gaze in the direc- tion of the slab. “Who calls? Who is there—behind the stone?” gasped Helen, but unable. to lift her head. “I—Zeno Sosia!” replied the voiee behind the slab; and the next instant the head and face of the sorcerer ap- peared. A wail, low and tremulous, escaped from Helen’s lips, as she recognized Terror, surprise and dismay froze, as it were, her brain, and for a time even power to think was denied her. “Tt is I, Zeno Sosia, the Sorcerer of St. Giles—the enemy of Clarence Dar- rell!” said Sosia, crawling into the cave, and standing erect near his helpless prey. “Expect no aid from him,” continued the sorcerer, gazing sternly at her. “It is not yet an hour since midnight. I tampered with your lover’s cunning time pins to de- ceive you. As you lighted the lamp you inhaled a gas under whose effects you now are. Your lover told you I was dead. He and others believe I am dead. I live—for vengeonce upon Clarence Darrell. You shall be my wife!” “His wife! Sosia’s. wife! O God, aid me!” “You shall be my wife, Helen Beau- clair, and in time the wealth for which the Osreds plotted shall be mine!: for the marriage I intend with you shall be legal. You yourself will consent to accept me as your husband.” “Never, foul beast!” gasped Helen, “never!” The sorcerer, confident of his pow- er, smiled grimly. “You would surrender your soul to save the life of Clarence Darrell!” The hideous visage of the soreerer was so near to Helen’s face as she spoke that a convulsive shudder of horror and disgust crept over her frame. “Listen!” continued Sosia. “He will return to Dun Aengus before dawn—at about dawn, perhaps, for the old fisherman he spoke of is still liv- ing at Kilronan.. I saw the old man there wnen I came to Dun Aengus Cliff a few weeks ago. Clarence Darrell— or Claudius de Lavet, for such is his true name—will return to Dun Aen- gus Cliff about dawn. He will pass through the trap door as you and he did. He will descend the spiral stone stairway. He will pass through the narrow passage that leads into the ancient dungeon. He will never quit that dungeon alive!” “Oh, heaven!” gasped poor Helen. “He will die in that dungeon! He will die of hunger, of thirst, of despair! Just beyond the entrance of that pas- sage which leads from that dungeon to this cave—just two feet on this side of that passage, concealed in the wall of the passage, is a door of solid stone, a foot thick. A man standing on this side of the door, by pulling upon an iron ring, can force that door outward from the passage wall, across the pas- sage, and prevent egress from the dungeon in this direction. Only from this side of the stone door can any one move it back to where it now is. [ shall draw that door across the pas- sage presently. Who shall move it again for the escape of your Clar- ence?” “Oh, may the hand of God move it!” moaned Helen. The sorcerer replied to this pious petition with a cold sneer. He had no faith in the hand of God. He had faith only in science, daring, cunning and energy. “The instant your Clarence enters the dungeon,” ge continued, “that great iron door by which he enters shall be closed upon him.” “Heaven help thee, dear Clarence,” moaned Helen. (To Be Continued.) Do Ducks Commit Suicide? Several correspondents have writ- ten me»touching the question raised in my September notes of wounded ducks committing suicide. Four or five cases have been brought to my attention of wounded ducks that have dived to the bottom and held fast to some object till they were dead. I do not dispute the fact. I only differ rom my correspondents in my inter- pretation of the fact. My explanation of it is this: The wounded bird has but one impulse, and that is to hide from its enemy. If it were on shore it would hide in the grass or the weeds. In the water it dives and in its death agony holds to some plant growth at the bottom. In all suth cases the bird is no doubt mortally wounded and dies quickly. When it is not wounded unto death it swims under the water, seeks the shore, creeps out very cautiously and tries to escape in that way. The intent of deliberate suicide is ,of course, absurd, —John Burroughs, in Outing. Marked According to Order. A story of British stolidity is going the rounds.+ A certain wealthy Amer- ican in London dropped into.a shop to purchase a set of decanters. As the purchase represented. more money than he had on his person at the time, he gave his address at the hotel and instructed the assistant to mark them C. O. D. The assistant mude a note of the request, but the purchaser was surprised to find the goods left-at the hotel without de- mand for payment. When the parcel was unpacked, however, it deyeloped that each decanter had been beauti- fully engraved in entwining letters, “C. O. D.”—Philadelphia Record. A Poor tot. “Yes,” said she, thoughtfully, “my husband is the best man in the world. “But,” she added, still more thought- fully, “that isn’t saying much.”—Som- erville Seurnal my single-handed and alone?” ~ /*Always, madam, always; I don’t believe in permitting outsiders to mix In family rows.”—Houston Post. Experienced. Grinnand Barrett—Hamfatter has just bought a farm. E. Forest Frost—Does he know any- ‘hing about farming? Grinnand: Barrett—Lord, yes. Why, ‘Way Down East” for years.—Puck. Drawing the Line. Househunter—We have three dogs, four cats, two parrots, six canaries and+a mocking bird. Householder—That will be alright, na’am. Househunter—And we also have a— hem—a very small—er—an _ exceed- ingly small—er—baby. Householder—Great Scott, ma’am. I wouldn't rent you the flat for a chousand a month!—Puck. Orchard Repartee. The small boy stopd beneath the ap- ple tree with a wry face. “You may think I am sour,” said the little green apple on the top branch, “but I am the sweetest thing that ever happened.” “Get out,” retorted the small boy, grimly, “you give me a pain.” Which was more truth than Slang. DEMAND FACTS About What You Eat- When it comes to food, demand to tnow the facts about what goes into your stomach. Not only that it is pure, but that you are not deceived in the descrip- tion of its contents and condition. Some flaked breakfast foods that have thus far failed are now being adver- tised in close imitation of the Grape- Nuts advertising, thinking in that way to finally make a success of the fail- ure. But false statements of the merits of human food will never on earth build up a business. These flaked foods are not pre-digested. They are not fully cooked and the starch in them is starch still, and has not been turned to sugar as claimed. Chemical analysis tells the truth and the analysis of the famous chem- ists of the world show Grape-Nuts the only prepared breakfast food in which the starch part of the wheat and barley has been transformed into sugar and therefore ready for immedi- ate digestion. Why is this true? All the thin rolled flake foods are made by soaking the grains of wheat or oats in water, then rolling, drying and packing. These operations do not cook or pre-digest the starch. Contrasted with this pretense, ob- serve the care, method and skill in making Grape-Nuts. The barley is soaked about one hundred hours, then it is slowly warmed for some days and sprouted, the diastase being developed and part of the starch turned to sugar (and later on all of it), then the grains are baked and the sprouts stripped off. Then comes grinding, sifting and mix- ing with the creamy colored flour made from white and maccaroni wheat. This mixture must be skill- fully made in right proportions. This blended flour contains just the ingred- ients demanded by nature to rebuild the soft gray substance in the nerve centers and brain, but how to make the food easy to digest, that was the question. It certainly would not do to mix in drugs, for there is a certain failure sure to come.to the person depending on drugs to digest food. They may do for a temporary expedient, but pure food and digestible food is the only final resort and safe way. So to change the remaining starch part and prepare the other elements in this blended flour it is made up into mas- sive loaves like bread, the inside be- ing dark cream color and quite sticky to the touch. These loaves are sliced and again go through long cooking at certain temperatures. Then the rock hard slices are each one carefully in- spected and ground ready for packing and use, having gone through 10 or 12 hours in the different operations. When finished, each little granule will show a sparkling substance on its surface. A magnifying glass will bring it out clearer and develop little pieces of pure dextrose sugar, not put on “or poured over” (as the head of a large Sanitarium once stated in his paper, thus exposing his appalling gnorance of food processes), but this sugar exudes from the interior of each as the starch is slowly turned to sugar in the process of manufacture. This kind of sugar is exactly like what is found in the human intestines, provided the starch of the grains, po- tatoes, bread, rice, cake, etc., ete., has been perfectly digested. But many are weak in that form of digestion, and yet need the starches, so Grape- Nuts supplies them pre-digested and ready to go quickly into the blood. Visitors are shown freely through the works and can follow the steps of making Grape-Nuts from the grain to the finished. product. The proportions of different kinds of flour, and the temperatures are not disclosed and it seems impossible for others to steal these secrets of the makers.. But purity, cleanliness and skill are shown in every corner of the® immense pure food factories. People who care for results from choicely selected food, those who want the food to rebuild the soft gray substance in brain and nerves that give the go, the vigor, the life, will understand why the imita- tors who try to copy the anmounce- ments about Grape-Nuts have failed in the past. There's a reason for Grape-Nuts and a profound one. : » Did. || SOME CURES FOR INSOMNIA. nel, did you ever meet the ene-. es ae played in “The Old Homestead” and. The Victim of Disagreeable Trouble Must Study Himself. Lying awake is often a habit. It is worth almost any effort to break up such a habit, says the Philadeiphia Inquirer. Insomnia is usually the result of one of three things—poor circulation, in- digestion .or mental distress. The person who studies himself cafefully will be able to locate the difficulty and treat himself accordingly. For poor circulation try warm baths, warm-water bottles, brisk rubbing, soaking the feeting and deep breath- ing. For indigestion take a warm drink before retiring or when sleepless. Drink warm water, warm milk, weak tea or cocoa and breathe deeply. For mental distress mere will power is the best. Close the eyes and as fast as the thoughts come drive them out. Carry on in the mind a house-cleaning process. Sweet sleep and plenty of it will go a great way toward keeping women young. When sleep departs wrinkles come. It is by sleep that we gain strength for another day. Sleep is to the brain and nerves what food is to the body. Here are a few simple, tried rules for driving away insomnia: Go to bed warm. «Never go to bed with cold feet. If the events of the day have been trying, read a short, light story be- fore retiring. Leave the window down at the top and protect the bed from drafts. As soon as the body touches the bed relax the muscles, shut the eyes and make ready to sleep. Nothing drives away sleep more quickly than the thought that one can’t sleep. The Ranchwoman. ‘ The success of Mrs. W. N. Sherman and the beauty of her hospitable home, the famous Minnewawa ranch in Cali- fornia, should be an incentive to every woman to hold fast to the home in- stinct while winning her way in the business world. In the face of much opposition and caustic comment Mrs. Sherman, soon after leaving an east- ern college, bought a large tract of un- improved land near Fresno, deier- mined by her own efforts to develop its possibilities. Her success is indicated by the fact that Minnewawa is valued at over five times the original investment. During the busiest season there are over 400 people at work on the ranch and in the cannery. Since discovering that by personal oversight of the packing her grapes brought from $100 to $500 more per carload than when left to the su- pervision of others, Mrs. Sherman very sagely concluded that a woman can be a real helper, even though she leave the care of the household to some one else. Mrs. Sherman has not confined her efforts to raisin growing alone, but has a national reputation as a stock raiser and fruit grower.—Pil- grim. Actor Would Not Die. .Dutton Cook, in his “Book of the Play,” tells an American stage anec- dote of an English melodramatic act- or with the pseudonym of Bill Ship- ton, who, enacting a British officer in the “Early Life of Washington,” got so stupidly intoxicated that when Miss Cuff, who played the youthful hero, had to fight and kill him in a duel, Bill Shipton wouldn’t die; he even said loudly on the stage that he wouldn't. Mary Cuff fought on until she was ready to faint and after she had re- peated his cue for dying, which was, “Cowardly, hired assassin!” for the fourteenth time, he absolutely jumped off the stage, not even pretending to be on the point of death. Our indig- nant citizens then chased him ail over the house: and he only escaped by jumping into the coffin which they bring on in “Hamlet,” “Romeo” and “Richard.” Judge Ready with Compliments. Judge Whitman is the only bachelor on the board of city magistrates in New York. He was called upon one forenoon to marty a couple from Phil- adelphia. The bride handed him a handsome rose from her bouquet and said: “I want you to take it home to your wife.” “I shall be delighted to accept it,” said his honor, “but can’t I wear it myself? I have no wife.” The bride looked at him with com- passion. “That's too bad,” she said, “and you so good-looking.” Then she turned to‘him suddenly and _ said: “Won't you come over to Philadelphia and let me introduce you to my sis- ter?” “If she looks like you,” re- sponded the judge with a bow, “I shall be tempted to take the next train.” The Moon. The moon rode high within the sky, ‘The little stars attended. And held their breath as though in death At her procession splendid. Above the line of cedars fine A man and maiden viewed her, And eyes grew soft as there aloft ‘The spoonful eyes pursued her! The influence was sure immense, Their attitude did show it; He murmured: ‘‘How enchanting now!” he: “What's your favorite poet?” —New Orleans Times-Democrat. Impossible. Doctor—Don’t spend any more mon- ey cn medicine! The quicker way for you to get fat is to have a contented mind. The Patient—That may all be, but medicines are cheaper. I couldn’t get a contented mind for less than a mil- lion dollars, and I haven’t got the price.—Detroit Free Press. A Hard Hit. “Yes, I weighed myself yesterday out at the stockyards.. How much do you spose? Give itup? Two hundred and eighty-three.” “On the hoof, or dressed.” ears: land Plain Dealer. NAMES BEST DOCTOR A Former Pronounced Dyspeptic He Now. Rejoices in Perfect Freedom from Miseries of Indigestion. Thousands of sufferers know that the reason why they are irritable and de- pressed and nervous. and sleepless is be- canse their food does not digest, but how to get rid of the difficulty is the puzzling question. Good digestion calls for strong diges- tive organs, and strength comes from a supply of good rich blood. For this reason Mr. Baysson @ook Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills for the cure of indigestion. «‘ They have been my best doctor,’’ he says. ‘I was suffering from dyspepsia. The pains in my stomach after“tneals were almost unbearable. My sleep was very irregular and my complexion was sallow. As the result of using eight boxes of Dr. Williams’ Pinls Pills, about the merits of which I learned from friends in France, I have escaped all these troubles, and am able again to take pleasure in‘eating.”’ Avery simple story, but if it had not been for Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills it might have been a tragic one. When dis- comfort begins with eating, fills up the intervals between meals with pain, and prevents sleep at night, there certainly cannot be much pleasure in living. A final general breaking down must be merely a question of time. Mr. Joseph Baysson is a native of Aix-les-Bains, France, but now r at No. 2439 Larkin strect, San Fran 34 Cal. He isone of a great number who can testify to the remarkable efficacy Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills in the trea of obstinate disorders of the stomach. If you would get rid of nausea, pain or burning in the stomach, vertigo, ner- yousness, insomnia, or any of the other miseries of a dyspeptic, get rid of tho weakness of the digestive organs by the use of Dr. Williams’sPink Pills. They are sold by druggists everywhere. Proper diet is, of course, a great aid in forwarding recovery once begun, and a little book, ‘‘What to Eat and How to Eat,”? may be obtained by any one who makes a request for it by writing to the Dr. Williams Medical Co., Schenectady, N.Y. This valuable diet book contains an important_chapter on the simplest aneans for the cure of coustipation. a Boudoir Counsel. Coined as a political phrase, “bou- doir counsel” is too good to be lost. 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