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CHAPTER XX!V—Continued. Bah! No need to risk my life on a rope. I'll go down the passage behind the slab. But first I will prepare my oil for Helen's lamp.” Having said this, he moved away, and Martha, following his lamp, saw how he entered his secret cell. She then hurried to the verge of the cliff, where still were the ropes which had been used to draw up Capt. Os- red’s body. “| will save the young lady if I can,” thought Martha, now aware of the pas- sage under the ledge, and quickly using that skill in climVing of which she was mistress, it was not long ere she descended below the upper ledge, and gained a footing upon the lower oné She then crept into the cave pas- sage, and was Able to see the light in the interior cave, just as the sorcerer entered it from behind the leaning slab Then she dared go no further, but watched. As soon as she saw the sorcerer drag Helen in the blanket, she hast- ened to ascend the cliff by the knotted rope, and was in the house before the sorcerer had carried his burden to his cell Martha saw him enter the cell, and then hurried back to Helen's first pris- on, suspecting that Sosia would again lnok in upon that room. He did, and this time his pastilles took quick effect upon Martha, who, it will be remembered, sprang to her feet and instantly fell senseless. She was just regaining her senses when Clarence returned from Kilro- nan, also tossing in a pastille, and ere Martha could cry out, insensibility again seized her. From this last unconsciousness ‘she did not recover until she awoke and saw Sosia leading Lord Genlis from the room. She remained motionless, not yet able to move, and was thus un- til Sosia returned and bore away the body of Capt. Osred. Horror nerved Martha to action soon after she had seen the sorcerer bear the body. s muttered exultation as he lifted the body from the bed had told her that he was about to place it in the dungeon with Lord Genlis and Clar- ence Darrell, and dreading that the sorcerer would soon return to carry, her to the same place, she hurried to the cliff, and in the broad light of day again descended to the seaward cave, and then crept into the passage that led to the interior cave, carrying with her antern which she had snatched up and ted in the kitchen ere she began her second descent. This lantern she left burning in the interior cave, and then. crept into the passage which led to the stone door of the dungeon. She arrived at the stone door just after Sosia had carried the body into the dungeon, and while he was hurling parting taunts at helpless Clarence. She waited, half insensible for a time from inhalation of the gas of the recently burning pastilles.. But after | a time she ventured to whisper to; Clarence through the opening over the stone door. Then, together, he and Martha pass- ed through the outer passage to the cave in the face of the cliff, Clarence in advance. In the same order they ascended the knotted rope, Clarence going up with the rapidity and ease of an experi- enced acrobat. } He had no weapons, however, and | waited on the cliff verge till Martha | joined him. “J will go first,” she said, when he asked where he might find weapons. Hide there, near the wall, till I return. He must not suspect that you have escaped. Patience!” i Martha then hurried through the dif- | ferent gateways, closely followed by Clarence, who refused to permit her to | go alone. “Together we shall be more thau a match for him,” he said, “and I think we can enter the house without his knowledge unless he is at the front en- trance. Indeed, at this time Sosia was using all his medical skill to save the lite of Helen. Beauclair. When the sorcerer entered his cell, he was astonished to see Helen lying as if half dead upon the floor. At a glance he saw what she had done, and with lightning quickness he cut the knot of the strangling cord. He was unable, Without wounding her throat, to cut any of the cord ex- cept the double knot, for all of the cord had_sunk into the swollen skin and flesh of that just now lovely neck. With the blade of a lancet he cut the knots through and removed the cord. “This is a courage, a despair which + did not imagine she possessed,” he muttered, as he hastened to open his portmanteau and take from it such ar- ticles as he desired. As when he pushed open the tower wall door his eyes fell instantly upon the prostrate form of Helen, he did not The Sorcerer of St. By PROF. WILLIAM H. PECK. | shall now be able to manage her with j pancy. .| arms. close the door, but sprang instantly to. her. Therefore, while he exerted all his skill to restore her to consciousness— and, indeed, for a time he feared 1t was too late to save even her life—the entrances to the cell stood wide open. Giles He was perfectly aware of this, and as careless of the fact; for he was con- fident that no one was near,’ and sup- posed that Martha was still lying senseless behind. the door of Helen’s first prison. “As soon as I shall have resored this desperate girl to life,” he muttered, bs | must attend to Bashfort’s wife, as I see I shall need her services to watch Helen Beauclair. Who would have imagined that she had such resolution as to successfully do that which even the most desperate criminals often shrink from doing?” Helen Beauclair had been so near death that it was long before Sosia was able to restore that suspended animation which, but for his oppor- tune return and great medical skill, would have been death. But at last she revived, and as she recognized the hated sorcerer she ut- tered a low cry of horror. “You have not escaped me, Helen hereafter I shall take care that you do not commit suicide. And as I must now leave you for a few minutes, I shali secure your hands. In an hour or two you are to return to that room in which you were imprisoned by the Osreds, and the same woman shall be your attendant. Then, when you are strong enough, perhaps I may permit you to see Clarence Darrell.” Helen was too weak now to attempt any resistance, even with speech; shuddering with despair, she closed her beautiful eyes while the sorcerer bound her hands. He was still doing this, when a woman’s distant scream pealed from below and throughout the great empty building. The sorcerer started violently, and hurriedly completed the knot he was making upon Helen's wrists. “By my life!” he muttered, as he rushed from the cell, leaving the tower wall door open; “that is the woman’s voice! “She has awakened, and is nearly mad-with terror, no doubt. I must hasten to secure her before she flies from Dun Aengus.” He turned into that corridor in which Martha was moving about. She was pacing to and fro, as if distracted, call- ing for Lord Genlis. As she saw the form of the sorcerer enter the corridor she hurried toward him, exclaiming: “Oh, my lord, I did not know what had become of you!” “Halt, woman!” said Sosia, in a stern voice. “I am not Lord Genlis. Do you not recognize me?” “Nay, my lord,” replied Martha, in a most humble and pleading voice—for Clarence had told her how to act—‘“do not jest with a poor woman, already nearly blind with fright. I awoke, and missing you and the body of your son, I was terrified—and have been wan- dering about ever since. My head pains me and my brain swims dread- fully, my lord. Pray let us leave this. horrible place to-day!" ‘ “By my life, she is wild from the effects of the sleep pastilles and takes me for Lord Genlis!” thought the de- ceived sorcerer, rubbing his hands with delight. “So much the better. I ease. “Follow me, Martha,” he added aloud. “I wish you to prepare that large room for Miss: Beauclair’s oecu- I have found her.” “IT am glad to hear you say so, my lord,” replied Martha. “Now!” she suddenly screamed, and throwing her powerful arms around the sorcerer, who had turned to lead the way. “Ha!” ejaculated Sosia, sttuggling to release his imprisoned shoulders from those sinewey arms. “Throttle him!” cried Clarence Dar- rell, as at this instant he sprang from concealment and seized Sosia’s wrists in his steel-like grasp. “I can hold his Throttle him, as I told you!” ‘Instantly Martha slipped a noose over Sosia’s head and around his neck, and throwing all her weight upon it, dragged him down. “Make it fast!” commanded Clar- ence, battling successfully with Sosia’s desperate efforts to lose his hands, and with one knee upon the sorcerer’s stomach, The struggles of the sorcerer were horribly furious and prolonged, for his fearful strength, increased by his de- spair, nearly equaled the combined prowess of his powerful assailants; but at fast his efforts ceased suddenly, every muscle of his tough and wiry frame quivering. “Enough!” said Clarence. “Free his neck from the cord! He must not die yet, nor here!” Martha obeyed, and Clarence then bound the sorcerer’s hands and feet in such a way that it was beyond the powér of any man, so bound, to release himself. a “I would make an end of the villain at once,” said Martha. “No,” replied Clarence, in a stern and even terrible voice; “Zeno Sosia shall die where he intended that I should die—in the dungeou with a corpse and a madman! If I give him up to the laws of England he will evade their power, and I wish not to slay the wretch in cold blood. He shall perish as he meant that I should perish! The horrors he planned for my agonies shall be his. Hasten you to Miss Beau- clair and tell her that I am well and When be with h Expect me there!” Martha hurried. away, knowing where to seek for the young lady, and Clarence lifted upon) his broad and sinewy shoulders the insensible sor- cerer. Resolute as fate, and knowing that to be merciful to Zeno Sosia would be a crime against humanity, Clarence carried the sorcerer down to the dun- geon. With the sorcerer’s key he opened that fearful place, and then carried Sosia into it. The lamp left burning there by Sosia was still burning, and showed two prostrate forms near that of the sor- cerer—Lord Genlis on his right, still sleeping; Capt. Osred on his left, dead. The sorcerer became conscious just as Clarence placed him between the motionless forms. He opened his eyes, and by the light of the lamp recognized where he was, and the stern face above him. “Have mercy, Raymond!” he gasped. “That is not my name, Zeno Sosia.” “Clarence Darrell, have pity on me!” “Nor is that my name, Zeno Sosia!” “Claudius de Lavet, spare me!” screamed the appalled sorcerer. “Know that I hanged Neil Bashfort, to avenge my mother! Know now that you are to die here, to avenge my mother!” “Ah, your mother lives—” “Ha! my mother lives!” “Yes—at Toulon, in France. She has lived there for more than twenty years, mildly insane—that is, _ melancholy mad—under the name of Madam Tour- ville. Spare me, and I swear to re- store you and her to all your lost rights! If I die here, you can prove nothing.” “I can prove everything, for I have that confession which you thought Lord Genlis had destroyed. I know where to find your secret papers.” “Spare me!” “You shall have all the mercy you intended to give me, Zeno Sosia,” re- plied Clarence; and with these words he left the dungeon and secured the pitiless iron door. “Lost! lost! lost!” screamed the sor- cerer. “Aye, and without the power to defy mortal punishment with suicide. Zeno Sosia, farewell!” said Clarence, at the hole through which the sorcerer’s eye had so recently glared in its. prema- ture exultation. And having spoken this last word, which was then a terrific mockery, but no more than justice, Clarence Dar- rell departed from the place, never to return. \ * * * * * * * On the same day that saw the final defeat of the sorcerer, Clarence, Helen and Martha departed from Kilronan, in the stanch sailboat of the old fish- erman; and the following day, April 6, saw them in Galway. An hour after their arrival in Gal- way saw Clarence and Helen man and wife, the ceremony being performed by a French priest; and then, as he said he would, Clarence, with his bride on his arm, sought Lady Ida Beauelair. Lady Ida and Lord de Lavet were still in Galway, with the purpose to de- part, on the next day, with that en- eased coffin which they supposed con- tained the body of Helen. Their amazement on beholding Hel- en was prodigious; nor did the story told by Clarence much lessen their wonder. Clarence, who had not failed to ob- tain those proofs of which Neil Bash- fort had spoken—and which the old sexton, Michael Glenn readily gave up —placed them in the hands of Lord de Lavet. The nobleman was greatly shocked by this revelation of the long-buried treachery of his once much esteemed friend, Zeno Sosia; and having em- braced Clarence as his lost son Claud- ius, instantly set forth to engage a passage for Toulon, to seek for his in- jured wife. Hearing that a French ship had just arrived from that port, he went aboard of the ship to engage a return pas- sage. On the ship he met and cecognized Lady Rachel de Lavet, now restored to complete sanity. They were reunited and participat- ed for many years in that supreme happiness which followed the union cf Clarence and Helen. Martha Bashfort, greatly refovmed in character, lived for many years with Clarence and Helen. Of the end of Zeno Sosia, only this need be said: When Clarence and Helen had been wedded fully ten years, Martina said to Clarence: “May I visit Dun Aengus, my lord?” “Certainly, if you wish, Martha. Why?” “Oh, I wish to see.” “Well, go and see.” “She went; and when she returned, she whispered to Clarence: “My lord, I could see nothing. The top of the dungeon had fallen in and crushed everything.” THE END. Discovered. “Confidentially, public office is a pri- vate graft, if you know how to work 405 “Yes, put it’s a parlous game, old man; the smoothest are pretty sure to get caught.” “True enough, if they don’t possess the peculiar immunity that, fortunate- ly, I enjoy. You don’t know me!” “W-w-who are you?” : “Hist! S-s-s-sh! Mum’s the word! T’'m the mysterious Tertium Quid.” “W-w-what! Is it possible that you are the man who struck Billy Patter- son?” “Give un something modern; I’m the Man Higher Up!” — free, ant soon be w L-return I will go to the kitchen room. 'Jidbits of News ~ for Scandinavians DISPLAY NATIONAL FLAG. Norwegian Government Issues Procla- mation on Subject. The government issued a proclama- tion to display the national flag from all state buildings when the vote was taken indorsing the storthing’s action, the voters to give an indorsement so unanimous that no room for argument could be left as to the desire of the people to dissolve the union with Sweden. The new tariff has passed its con- sideration by the storthing, and Nor- way is now in the ranks of the protec- tionists. The new schedules are, how- ever, very reasonable, and, it is hoped, has left no room open for speculators to take any advantage. Gunnar Knud- sen, the minister of finance, is in real- ity a protectionist at heart and desires to see the “baby industries” protected from foreign competition, and in fact compel Norway to manufacture more of the necessities of life, which are at present, to a large degree, import- ed from Germany, England and Amer- ica. The German leader of the Liberal party in the reichstag, Dr. Barth, has written an article on Norway, which he concludes as follows: “Norway speaks plainer for the historical ne- cessity of the dissolution of the union than the unique unanimity of the Nor- wegian people in this matter. To attempt to reunite the two na- tions by forcible means would be the craziest folly of which one could think. The very best thing, will be to admit the fact of dissolution and uot play “cranky” too long. “The Norwegians have show them- selves to be made of the very best material, and it is an honor to live in political friendship with these men.” AUTHOR CHANGES HIS MIND. Confesses That He Misunderstood Situation in Norway. A few days ago Aftonbladet, in Stockholm, printed a letter from a Norwegian unionist, who desires for obvious reasons to have his name kept secret. In this letter the correspond- ent assured the editor that the situa- tion in Norway was totally misrepre- sented by the political leaders, who were‘ trying to get the people to hate the Swedes, and that the coming vote was arranged on the lines of a com- plete farce. He continued: “A king of Norway would be a caricature, nothing but a typewriter in the hands of Michel- sen,” ete. A Norwegian editor recognized the style of the writer as being that of a certain school teacher in Drainmen, Mr. Th. Winther, and the evidence was so overwhelming that Mr, Win- ther had to confess. But now he as- sures his countrymen that his view has been entirely changed on™ the union question, and that he himself now hates the Swedes most thorough- ly. These confessons, of course, rob tthe article’ in the Aftonblad of any serious weight, but it is not very like- ly that Mr. Winther will become a historical person as a real traitor to the cause of his country and the most unpopular person at present in Nor- way. THEATERS OPEN UP. Prepare to Supply Plenty of Patriotic Entertainment. The theatrical season is commenc- ing and all establishments of amuse- ment are arranging their programs with a view to supplying plenty of patriotic entertainment; in other words, they are trading on the jingo sentiment which has been rampant during the summer. The first rehearsal was called at the National theater for this week and all members» of the company respond- ed except Mr. Stormoen, the come- dian, who is expected back from the United States in a few days. The Natfonal theater has an- nounced a series of Norwegian clas- sics that means the best dramas by Ibsen, Bjornson, Heiberg and other first-class dramatists. At the other theaters there are every night recitations of patriotic poems, singing of national songs and other demonstrations calculated to | give the audience an outlet for their surplus patriotism, and the dear pub- lic responds in unusually great num- bers. There is no doubt about the gradual return of more prosperous business conditions, and, best of all, the prospects,of a great harvest con- tinue to inspire confidence. MAY WITHHOLD NOBEL PRIZE. The separation of Sweden and Nor- way has set the literary and scientific world thinking as to the-future dispo- sition of the Nobel prize. Nobel was of Swedish birth. He decided that his prize should be awarded by the Nor- wegian storthing, “in order to keep two dissenting sisters together.” It is, doubted much if his Swedish ex- ecutors will now allow the represent- atives of a rival nation to confer the 7 WEBSTER “A GREAT ANIMAL.” and all the newspapers appealed to’ | Wonderful Orator Seemed Half Asleep When Trying a Case. “I heard him once in Faneuil hall, Boston. Every man in’ the audience— and the hall was crowded—gave one shout of applause at what Everett said. The subject I have entirely for- gotten, but this fact I remember,” says a writer in the Critic. I inquir- ed if he had ever heard Webster pro- duce such an effect on an audience. He said never; but he had only heard Webster in court; it Was in defense of a celebrated criminal—perhaps the Phoenix bank cose in Boston. ‘Mr. Webster seemed in a semi-dream. 1 thought him half asleep, for he had his eyes almost closed and was in a heavy state, taking little notice of what went on in court. William De- hon, a brisk young man, sat near him and furnished him with law books and papers and acted as if he were there to keep Webster awake. There were three judges on the bench—probably Judge Shaw and two others—one on each side of nim. They watched Web- ster closely, for it would not do to neglect what he might say. He, on the contrary, appeared to take no ac- count of other persons, as if his mind were anywhere but there. I fancied he was thinking what his next politi- cal move should be. He was a re- arkable man to look at—far other than the ordinary run of men—I sup- pose the most remarkable American in his aspect that ever was seen. They thought so in England, where they stopped to look after him in the street. But he was heavy—a great animal, in- volved in his own dreams and paying little attention to what went on around him.” Light Housekeeping. Oh, et) ese was small as a doll’s front hall, And the pots and pans were few; And the little stove was perverse, by Jove! As the temper of Shakespeare's shrew. But I donned me a sack with the edge turned back For the cap that goes with a chef. And, the matter to clench, spoke mostly in French And bade her cali me “Joseph.” She an apron found, and so tied it around Her girdle in excellent taste; Was as dainty a cook as a fellow could brook Without letting things go waste! And I said: “As a badge of your art, not Madge But Amnette’s your name now, see? So ee my dear, that while you're n her You're French, as a cook should be!” Thus accoutered, we ‘gan with the pot and the pan To practice the magical art; With a kiss at the toast—we essayed no roast—- And a kiss at the omelet’s start! And we kissed once more, too, as we stirred a stew With a spoon and a snatch of song; With music and love and French and a stove, Ah, how could the things go wrong? But they did, and, oh, what a flood of woe Surged up as I looked at “Annette!” With pain in her eye as we both stood by The side of the ruined omelet! And the stew and the toast were also lost By an error we ne'er divined; But we kissed again and were comforted when At a restaurant later we dined! —New Orleans Times-Democrat. When the Bomb Burst. The Sultan—“And how did it hap- pen, vizier, that you failed to inter- pose your wordthless body between your sovereign and the bomb?” The Vizier—“Pardon me, your high- ness, it was all over so quickly that there was no time to make a move.” The Sultan—“A wise servant antici- pates the danger of his master.” The Vizier—“Had I anticipated the danger, your highness, I would have prevented the throwing of the deadly missile.” The Sultan—“Then you are not good at anticipation?” The Vizier—‘‘No, your highness.” The Sultan, smiling—‘“In that case you have not anticipated the fact that I am about to fine you twenty purses of 100 sequins each, and in addition to present you with thirty lashes across the soles of your unanticipative feet.” —Cleveland Plain Dealer. It Was a Question of How. Tom Nason, who lived at Bonny Eagle, Me., and “helped” my grand- father, who was “Uncle John” (Lane) on the farm, said one day: “Uncle John, I want 75 cents.” Grandfather said: “What do you want 75 cents for, Tom?” “IT want to buy a quart of rum,” was the reply, “to keep Fourth of July.” “Now, Tom,” said grandfather, “can’t you keep Fourth of July on a pint of rum?” Tom considered for a moment, and looking his employer straight in the eye replied: “Uncle John, perhaps I could keep Fourth of July on a pint of rum, but the question is, how would it be kept?”—Boston Herald. Set a Hard Task. Edwin Stevens, when he made up his mind to tackle vaudeville, for the first round selected Manager Meyer- felt, founder of a well-known circuit. The manager had a gruff manner and a German accent, and was, moreover, very busy. Turning on Mr. Stevens brusquely, he exclaimed: ‘‘Vell, vat do you vant?” “I would like to go into, vaudeville,” responded the candi- date, meekly. “Vat do you do—vat is your line?” “I am a comedian,” was the modest but very general answer. “A komiker, hein?” and the manager faced him sternly. “Vell, make me laugh.” Moribund St. Helena. St. Helena is one of England’s mori- bund colonies, according to the report of the governor. It has a cable sta- tion and a garrison, but that is all. Only three British warships called in during last year. Considering the proximity of St. Helena to the West African coast, and the splendid cli- mate of the island the governor won- ders that it is not used as a sanata- rium by the navy. alumet aking Powder “Best by Test” Used in Millions of Homes SCHOOL FOR SCANDAL. Things Not Known at Telephone Cen- tral Hardly Worth Knowing. “Talk about Col. Mann's safe full of scandals,” said the telephone girl; “he doesn’t know what scandal is. He ought to be a telephone girl for a little while if he wants to know what peo- ple are doing. I tell you it is amazing what grown people trust to telephone girls’ ears. There isn’t a day that we do not hear appointments and discus- sions of things done the night before that would turn things upside down if we ever told them. Men and »wom- en talk as freely over the ’phone as though they were marooned on an un- inhabitable island. They use their own names and the names of others inter- ested with the most startling freedom and frankness.”—New York Sun. A Slight Improvement. “No,”’said Low Comerdy, “Stormer and his company didn’t fare well in Jaytown. The people rotten-egged them.” “Yes,” replied High Tragerdy, “but I hear they received better treatment at Honkville.” “That's so; I believe the people used fresh eggs there.”—Philadelphia Press. Neediess. Landlord (at summer resort)—You are out early this morning. Did you have an alarm clock in your room? Guest—No. Didn’t need one. 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