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CHAPTER XiIl—Continued. Terrified, dazed, Hilda stood for a second riveted to the spot. The next instant she was tearing across the room. Clutching the bell she rang, and rang, and rang unceasingly, de- termined to alarm all and bring in- stant help. “Thank heaven!” she gasped. ¥Yootsteps were approaching. Not but many. The sound of those c teps was thunderingly loud. Now the door was being flung open, and into the room people were rush- ing. Hilda just saw them—just realized that help had come—then she sank fainting to the ground. CHAPTER XIV. “flow did it happen?” Dr. Bennett asked the question in a tone of reproof as he took a chair at Hil a's side. Tell me first, is my husband—” She had not the courage to finish the question. Fle still lives. Mercifully his injury fs merely a flesh wound. But the shock it has still further exeited his mind.” I must get up and go to him,” she said, rising from the sofa. Excuse my insisting first on hear- ing how the accident happened. Did ou give to this invalid, whom you now to be suffering from nervous ex- itement, a loaded revolver?” “Yes, two or three days ago. He i for it; and I, in a moment of lative folly, gave in to his re- i was in the act of taking it ay—for after what you said this morning | dared not let him retain it— when he suddenly became unmanage- able and seized me. I ealled for help snd was not heard. Then I threw the revolver away, and as it fell it went off. { trust that you believe what I say?” ‘l do, Lady Ellingham. Now we will hink of the future. You must instant- ty have a trained nurse, or better still, two.” One only, please. An old governess £ mine is a qualified nurse. I. will to her. She and I will nurse orge between us.” sre will be much for you both He has brain fever. I expect- would come to this. His mind will hover between unconsciousness and de um for weeks.” ‘Delirious people talk a great deal— » they not?” “Yes; and by that means we shall probably learn the secret of what is on bis mind.” to do. d it FALSELY << << CONDEMNED — BY — Mrs. E. Bagot Harte. possess the persuasive words of those she uttered. : “I will go to him,”»she said to her- self, with sudden animation, ‘risk’ be- ing misunderstood—risk all. But he would never misunderstand me. He would know that I acted from the pur- est of motives. Of a certainty a wom- an has a divine right to cling to the man she adores. Yes, I will go up to London to-morrow, leave here by the first train and come back by the last. I should prefer not telling any one where I am going, and whom I am go- ing to see, but, in justice to Hilda, I must not keep the matter a secret from her. Whatever the results, I shall always know that I acted for the best.” She was happier now—happier than she had been since the terrible mo- ment when the letter ending her en- gagement had arrived. “Audrey, have you had good news?” Hilda asked ‘the question in a whisper. “No; but I have just come to a very courageous decision,’ "was the reply, spoken in an equally low tone. “I am going up to London to-morrow to see Reggie, and to point out to him what a very foolish man he is to break off his engagement with charming me.” “But you are not going alone?” “Of course I am. Please don’t ad- vise me to ask Aunt Mary to take the chair at the interview. The subject to be discussed would make no progress if she did. I am going alone and un- chaperoned, and no argument will avail to shake my decision.” With the last words on her lips, Au- drey opened the door and the next moment she was gone. “She ought not to go, and I ought not to let her go,” was Hilda’s mental ver- dict. But at that moment the patient's in- creasing restlessness drove all thoughts foreign to his sufferings out of her mind. It was evening, and the fever was higher than it had been on any previous occasion. “Worse than yesterday, worse than the day before. How much longer will he be able to fight against the dread enemy, death?” She asked herself the question with a look of anguish. “And only a few weeks ago we believed that almost unending *would be our happy | marriéd life.” But the present was not the mo- ment for thinking inactively. To her there remained still the sweetness of soothing the man she loved. A nurse by nature, ideally comforting were all her soothing actions to the suffering man. Now his excited eyes were turn- ed toward her. Now his weak hands were trying to clasp hers. He knew nothing, he understood nothing, yet he was sensible of the comforting power “Yes,” agreed Hilda, suddenly. ris- | of her presence. The long hours of ng and moving towards the door. Her ears alone must learn that se- sret, if possible. 3ut, Lady Ellingham, you are not hurrying back to his room?” asked Dr. Bennett, quickly. “Yes; I will not leave my post of iuty until Nurse Eleanor arrives.” “You will telegraph for her at once?” “yes.” Three minutes later Hilda was at Sir George's side. It was the last day of solitary nurs- ing, but the first of many shared with Nurse Eleanor. The latter, a silent, gentle-mannered woman, who loved Hilda more than any other mortal, came immediately in response to that telegram. “You will never allow anything that my husband may say when he is deli- rious to escape your lips?” were al- most the first words Hilda said to her. “Whatever he may say shall go down with me to the grave,” was the answer, and Hilda knew that that promise would hold good forever. Days passed ,and the greater part of each of those days Hilda spent at the s| man’s side, listening with fear to his hurriedly-uttered, broken sen- tences. But, sometimes, Audrey in- sisted on sharing those vigils. To her ‘hose broken sentences meant nothing. They were only disjointed words, the wandering thoughts of a feverish brain, and she merely listened to them mechanically. The heavy burden of an aching heart had deadened her powers of observation. Friends had written to tell her that Reggie was leaving England soon, and that he was looking very ill and un- happy—“quite an altered man.” And Audrey knew that the reason of that alteration was their engagement and its mysteriously quick and incom- prehensible end. Soon lands and seas would divide them, and distance, alas! must strengthen the wall of silence be- tween them. The longer she pondered over this hourly approaching separa- tion, the greater her yearning became to frustrate it. Why should she accept unchallenged the complete wrecking of her life's happiness? Her hands tin- gled to write to the man she loved and to tell him that nothing on earth would alter her love for him. He had put forward no reason for the severance of their engagement. His letter was kindly and gently worded. Between the lines of it she read that an aching, unhappy heart had dictated each word. |. Yet it required courage to contest its decree. A. letter might fall into other hands than his! ‘And no written words could ood night dragged slowly by. Thin streaks of gold and red stole across the east- ern horizon, and with the dawn came calmer moments to the sufferer. . “This has been his worst night,” said Hilda, as Nurse Eleanor entered to take her watch in the sick room. There was no reply. For the nurse had jointed together many of the sick man’s broken sen- tences, and thereby solved the secret of his mental illness. For him death would be kinder than life, she knew. Now that the anxieties of nursing were temporarily removed from Hilda’s mind she hurried at once to Audrey’s room. “Gone already!” she exclaimed, look- ing round. “I.ought to have inter- vened; I ought to have stopped her going.” Too late now to do aught in the mat- ter, Already Audrey was in the train. By 10 o’clock she reached London. De- pressingly uninviting the metropolis looked to her eyes on this morning, for a thick yellow fog enveloped it. Yet the visible dreariness of her present surroundings was small indeed in com- parison to the secret dreariness that would be hers if her mission failed. “You'll find it difficult work getting along to-day, miss,” said the porter at Waterloo Station, who hailed her cab. “It’s bad enough here; but on the other side of the river you can scarcely see your ’and before you.” But to deviate from her projected plans was not in Audrey’s nature. Very slowly did the cabman drive, yet with all his care he was unable to keep his bearings. Heavy, lumbering vehicles seemed always to be looming up alarmingly near. More than once he drew up, fearful of proceeding. “Fog’s getting worse,” said a voice near at hand during one of the tempo- rary stoppages of the cab. The speak- er was invisible. Should she return to the station? Au- drey asked herself. Return to weeks, months and years of wondering why the blight of a brok- en heart was hers? What mattered the present density of atmosphere? . What mattered anything that was only of a few hours’ duration, in comparison to the long years of happy life that would be before her as Reggy’s wife? What- ever fate had decreed that she must face in order to secure an interview with him she would face. Once more the cabman was reining up the horse with a jerk. It was a well-timed stoppage! A large brewer's yan was perilously near. Now the cab was moving on again, slower and more Vs in my way,” replied Audrey’s | | | cabman, indignantly. “If you stand right in front of my ‘orse’s ’ead, ‘ow || can I drive on?” . “It’s you who're a-getting in our way. What business ’ave you with your ’orse on the pavement, I'd like to know?” was the reply, spoken with equal indig- nation. < “Oh, ’e’s on the pavement, is ’e? Per- haps you'll be so good, then, as to show “im the way off. ’E don’t want to stay there. The road’s more to ’is lik- ing,” replied the cabman, with sublime good nature. ais “Take ’im off yourself!” was the an- swer. ‘ Carefully was the advice acted on; and a moment later the horse’s head Was once more pointed northwards. Attended by hair-breadth escapes from collisions, the driver eventually found himself on Westminster bridge. “I’m thinking, miss, that I shall do better feeling my way on the embank- ment than by going along the Strand,” said the cabman, addressing Audrey. “Then go by the embankment,” she | answered. “Whichever way we go, it’ll be slow- ish work, miss.” He was right. Half an hour passed and they had only gone a short dis- tance, and during the succeeding half hour almost less progress was made. “Once at Reggie’s chambers, how shall I be able to return to Waterloo?” Audrey thought to herself, anxiously. “Perhaps it would be wiser to stay at the Hotel Cecil than to attempt to re- turn. But Hilda would be anxious about me if I failed to reappear at Carleton Park to-day. Oh, shall I ever get even to Reggie’s? How slowly the man is driving! How—” That sentence died unfinished in Au- drey’s mind! She leaned forward, lis- tening breathlessly. Quickly approach- ing at a breakneck pace was a heavy vehicle; no need to tell her that the horse belonging to it waS running away; no need to tell her that danger threatened! The cab was standing still! Should she get out? Seek safe- ty on the pavement? But where was the pavement? The awfulness of the impenetrable darkness about her! Now with the noise of thunder the heavy vehicle was dashing past. Past? No! Crash! The runaway horse had dash- ed into the cabman’s waiting horse and the oncoming heavy cart had lurched over, falling upon the poor, struggling, prostrate steed. Sickening to hear were the screams of the wounded ani- mal that instantly rent the air. Horri- fied and terror-stricken, Audrey clung to the swaying cab. But only for a second did it sway; marvelously it re- covered its balance, i “Are you hurt, miss?” shouted~the driver, as he climbed quickly down from the seat. “Not in the least,” she answered, in a frightened voice. é “Then get out quickly before you are. There’s no knowing what that oor beast mayn’t do. He’s pretty well kill- ed, I imagine, though he be kicking awful.” Instantly Audrey alighted; greatly did she long to escape from the blood- curdling sounds of the struggling horse. Very thankful was she. that darkness hid him from her sight. But that same darkness also kept her an unwilling listener to all that was hap- pening. _ “Oh, what will you do?” she cried, turning to the cabman. (To Be Continued.) WHEN IS A MAN OLD? Question Largely of Heredity and Tem- perament. “It is interesting to note how differ- ently different people recognize and ac- cept the fact that age is stealing upon them, and at what different periods of life they will draw the line which is to mark the beginning of the down-hill journey,” said Homer B. Townsend, Omaha. “Shakespeare called John of Gaunt ‘old John of Gaunt, time honor- ed Lancaster,’ while he was yet short of fifty. Sir Francis Head thought himself old when he wrote ‘Bubbles From the Brunnen,’ and yet he was a lively writer more than thirty years after. Teniers painted better than ever after he was eighty, and Titian worked-almost up to ninety.”—Milwau- kee Free Press. Matrimonial Safeguards. No parent should permit a child to marry until the prospective bride or bridegroom can produce from a repu- table insurance company an accept- ance of his or her life at ordinary rates. Here is a ready means to hand of determining fitness; its adoption would no doubt increase the number of runaway matches to some extent, but it would help to give pause to hasty and emotional people—The Hospital. The Point of View. “Henry, if I were a young man like you, and expected to have to make my own way in the world some day, I should try to make my expenses come within my income.” “Father, if I were as rich as you are, and had only one son, I’d try to bring his income up to his expenses.”—Chi cago Tribune. 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What do you mean by luring anglers here with the promise of fine fishing? Hotel Keeper—I didn’t say anything about fine fishing. If you read my ad- vertisement carefully you'll see what I said was, “Fishing unapproachable.” PATENTS. List of Patents Issued Last Week to Northwestern Inventors. Reported by Lothrop & Johnson, patent lawyers, 911-912 Pioneer Press building, St. Paul, Minn. Jefferson Knowlton, Canton, S. D., propelling mechanism for vehicles; Syver Loe, Minneapolis, Minn., voting machine; Lawrence Lund, Minneapolis, Minn., disinfecting device; Frank Rutten, Crary, N. D., draft equalizer; James Vaught, Deadwood, S. D., chuck for rock drills; Edwin Washburn, Minne: apolis, Minn., loose sheet holder; Isak Wigren, Minneapolis, Minn., folding box. Competent statisticians declare that twenty-two acres of land are neces- sary to sustain one man on fresh meat. The same space of land, if de- voted to wheat culture, would feed forty-two people; if to oats, eighty- eight; potatoes, Indian corn and rice, 176; and if to the plantain or banana, over 6,000 people. An Altered Case. A story is told of a certain newly- appointed judge who remonstrated with counsel as to the way in which he was arguing his case. “Your honor,” said the lawyer, “you argued such a case in a similar way when you were at the bar.” “Yes, I admit that,” quietly replied the judge. “But that was the fault of the judge who allowed it.” Bible Times Politics. Noah—Some of these fellows refuse to come into the ark. Mrs. Noah—What’s their objection? Noah—They are afraid it’s a scheme to get them out of the way until after election.—New York Press. COOD BLOOD FOR BAD Rheumatism and Other Biood Dis- eases are Cured by Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills. “Tn the lead mines I was at work on my knees with my elbows pressed against rock walls, in dampness and extremes of cold,”’ said Mr. J. G. Meukel, of 2975 Jackson avenue, Dubuque, Lowa, in de- scribing his experience to a reporter, “and it is not surprising that I con- tracted rheumatism. For three years I had attacks affecting the joints of my ankles, knees and elbows. My ankles and knees became so swollen I could scarcely walk on uneven ground and a little pressure from a stone under my feet would cause me so much pain that I would nearly sink down. I was often obliged to lie in bed for several days at a time. My friends who were similariy troubled were getting no relief from doctors and I did not feel encouraged to throw money away for nothing. By chance I read the story of Robert Yates, of the Klauer Mawufacturing Co., of Dubuqne, who had a very bad case of rheumatism. I decided to try Dr. Wil- liams’ Pink Pills for Pale People, the remedy he had used. In three or four weeks after beginning to use the pills, I was much better and in three months I was well. The swelling of the joints land the tenderness disappeared, I could work ily and for eight years I have had no return of the tronble. My whole family believe in Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills. Both my sons use them. We consider them a household remedy that we are sure abont.”” What Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills did for 'Mr. Meukel they are doing for hundreds of others. Every dose sends gallopivg through the veins. pure, strong, rich, red blood that strikes straightat the cause of all ill health. The re blood, restores a a a a em Ec eae HUNTER TELLS. OF DEATH OF QUEEN OF JUNGLE. Driven by Beaters Toward Spot Where Hunters Were Concealed Tigress Is Easily Disposed Of With- out Risk, Hugh S. Gladstone tells how he shot an Indian tiger: “We walked for about a mile along an ill-defined track through thickish jungle. Arrived at 2 spot where the jungle is rather clearer, we were shown our machans, or seats, tied up at a safe height in the trees. In this case, charpoys, or native beds, on which we sat cross- iegged, or wicker stools, had been securely lashed by all four corners in trees about thirty feet high and about fifty yards one from the other. { had drawn the lucky number—one. Long bamboo ladders had _ been brought and with the help of these we climbed up into our machans. Mine was tied about twenty feet from the ground, where, with the slightest breeze and my additional weight, it Swayed most alarmingly. beating down through the bare branches of the trees, was terrific. The first excitement was caused by a mob of monkeys, which came from behind, leaping and bounding over trees and through bushes at the most astonishing speed. All around one could hear doves and pigeons cooing; otherwise the jungle seemed peaceful- ly tranquil. “All of a sudden we heard, about half a mile in front of us, the signal shot fired for the beat to begin, In- stantly there was an uproar. Every beater shouted, and many of them had gongs, antiquated firearms (some of them seven feet long) or large rattles. These they beat, fired or whirled with a will, which made the jungle a perfect pandemonium. Excitement ran high and every ear was strained to catch the first snap- ning of a twig or to hear the footfall of the tiger or the crackling leaves. One of the coolies, flanking in a tree on my right, suddenly caught my eye. He was clapping his hands gently and throwing pieces of stick into the un- dergrowth below him. As he pointed 1 could hear a rustling and almost directly after came a double” roar. The noise in the distance grew closer and louder and in a few seconds there emefged on to the path we had come down a tigress. “For a moment she stood about 100 yards off, looking back toward the east, lashing her tail, and then pro- ceeded to walk down the path toward me, quite slowly and very quietly. She was hid from me by a thick lot of jungle, but turning to my.right she Jeft the path to go between me and the nullah. When she was btoadside } to me between two thick bushes I fired with my .450. So far as I could! see she did not flinch and I snapped at her again as she passed behind the second bush. I thought she staggered as I last caught sight of her, and a few seconds later I felt sure I heard a tell-tale gurgling in her throat. “Then the beaters cathe on, and we all climbed down from our machans and examined the ground where I had fired. Not a trace of blood could be found and I began to fear I had miss- ed badly. We formed a little party and went very cautiously into the jungle, coolies being sent up repeat- edly into trees to spy. Suddenly one of these called out that he saw the uigress lying dead and we all ran for- ward to find her, shot through the lungs.” Snow Too Realistic. David Belasco was talking about stage realism. “It may go too far,” he said. a dangerous thing.” He smiled. “A stage manager,” he said, “once had a subordinate with realistic ideas. The manager was producing a play containing a snow storm, and the sub- ordinate had charge of the snow. “‘Confound you!’ said the manager, at the end of the snowstorm scene, ‘What on earth did you mean by making the snow out of brown paper.’ “‘ain’t the scene laid in London’ asked the other. “Yes, but what of that?’ “‘Well, that’s the color of London snow.’ ”—Philadelphia Bulletin. “Tt is The Old South. Clost ter fiels ef cotton I hear de engine scream, En I looks cross de fleecy furrer ez folks looks in a dream, F De arenes drowns de music er de ol’ plantation song, En I sez, ez dey rush en rattles: ‘De worl’ is gwine along!” Dar’s something what sorter gits me— what ‘pears ter be sayin’ plai “You in de way, ol’ man, ter-da room fer de screamin’ trai Hit’s flyin’ on ter de city, by medders en fiowerin’ vines— De city what throws its shadder on de cabin in de pines!”’ ’Pears be’ de worl’ done lef’ me—feeble en ol’ en gray; I only ‘pears ter be livin’ in a country r away. I knows de path ter de ol’ home whar de flowers love ter grow, | But somehow de light aroun’ it ain’t de it er de long ago. ies —Atlanta Constitution. He Was Excused. The question went ‘round. “What is a boss?” and each man present tried to give an epigrammatic definition. Finally the question reached Slim- mer. He flushed slightly and shook his head. é “You'll haye to excuse me, gentle- men,” he said. “The only boss with whom I am acquainted is at the head of my modest household, and polite- ness to a lady prevents me from com- menting upon her characteristics.” They excused him.—Cleveland Plain Dealer. The heat, was delicate in hy I were vi home, but not. carry a child to maturity. A neighbor Vegetable Compound adv: oe so and soon felt that I me, I had no more bearing-down pains, and felt like a new woman. became the mother of a strong, child, the joy of our home. Ly‘ ham's Vegetable Compound is certainly a splendid remedy, and who wants to beoome a mother wi rare. If any woman thinks she is ster- ile, let her try Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound and write to Mrs. Pinkham, Lynn, Mass. Her advice is free to expectant or would-be mothers. _ IN CONSTANT AGONY. A West Virginian’s Awful Distress Through Kidney Troubles. W. L. Jackson, merchant, of Park- ersburg, W. Va., says: “Driving about aN \\ in bad weather brought kidney trou- bles on me, and I suffered 20 years with sharp, cramp- ing pains in the back and urinary disor- ders. I often had to get up a dozen times at night to urinate. Retention set in, and I was obliged to use took to my bed, and the catheter, I the doctors failing to help, began using Doan’s Kidney Pills. The urine soon came freely again, and the pain gradu- ally disappeared. I have been cured eight years, and though over 70; am as active as a boy.” Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box. Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. “Darling,” said Edwin, “your eyes are like diamonds, your teeth like pearls, your lips resemble the most glorious rubies, and your hair- “Edwin,” said Angelina, sternly, “re- member that you work in a jewelry warehouse and that it’s bad form to talk shop.” ‘ Deafness Cannot Be Cured by local applications, as they cannot reach the dis- eased portion of the ear. There {s only one way to cure deafness, and that in by constitutional remedies Deafness 1s caused by an inflamed condition of the mucous Itning of the Eustachian Tube. When this tube {s inflamed you have arumbling sound or im- perfect hearing,and when {t {8 entirely closed, Deat- ness {8 the result, and unless the inflammation can be take tand this tabe restored to {ts normal condt ton, hearing will be destroyed forever: nine cases out of ten sre caused by Catarrh, which is nothing but an inflamed condition of the mucous surfaces. ‘We will give One Hundred Dollars for any case of Deafness (caused by catarrh) that cannot be cured by Hull's Catarrb Cure. Send for circulars, free. HENEY & CO., Toied>, 0. Sold by Druggtat: Take Hall's Famtiy Pilis for constipation. The Editor. Office Boy—There are two men ovt there, sir, who want to see you; one of them is a poet and the other a deat man. Editor—Well, go out and tell the poet that the deaf man is the editor. To Prevent Chapped Hands. Many women who do their own work are much annoyed in winter with chapped hands. This may be avoided by using Ivory Soap for dish washing and toilet purposes. Dry the hands thoroughly each time after they have been in water, and rub with a little oatmeal-water or some good lotions BL NOR R. PARKEL. Mother's Cooking. Jawback—My mother’s cooking— Mrs. Jawback—Well, she deserves it. But [ didn’t think you'd acknowl- edge it so shortly after her death. Piso’s Cure cannot be too highly spoken of a3 2 cough cure.—J. W. O'Brien, 322 Third Ave. N., Minneapolis, Minn., Jan. 6, 1900. What She Thinks. ay—Do you love that girl as much as you think you do? iC rtou—Why, old man, I love her almost as much as she thinks I do. Dai Mrs, Winslow's Soothing Syrap. For children teething, softens the gurus, reduces tn flammativn, allays pala, cures wind colic. "2c bottle. And yet we are not one whit better than our neighbor whom we are so ready to criticist JOYS OF MATERNITY A WOMAN'S BEST HOPES REALIZED Mrs. Potts Tells How Women Should Prepare for Motherhood The darkest days of husband and wife are when they come to look for- ward to childless and lonely old age. Many a wife has found herself inca- pable of motherhood owing to a dis- placement of the womb or lack of strength in the generative organs. Frequent backache and distressing Pains, accompanied by offensive dis- charges and generally by irregular and scanty menstruation indicate a dis- placement or nerve degeneration of the womb and surrounding organs. The question that troubles women is how can a woman who has some fe- male trouble bear healthy children? Mrs. Anna Potts, of 510 Park Avenue, Hot Springs, Ark., writes: My Dear Mrs. Pinkham:— During the early part of my married life I ith ; both my husband and anxious for a to bless our had two misca! and could Lydia E. Pinkham’s me totry it. I wes growin} had been cured by + my headaches and backaches le! Within a year IT healthy E. Pink- wish every woman try it.” Actual steriity in woman is yery