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——— ee Pn } ' CHAPTER XVII.—(Continued.) He must have quiet; time for think- jog out the hard problems before him. He had promise! to right matters once and forever. He had promised to go to a magistrate and clear Ellingham’s name from all suspicion. He had prom- ised to lie all along the line and screen one of the worst men unhung. He had promised to do all this and must do it, for the girl to whom he had promised all this was the darling of his heart—the one love of his life. So he would do it all. But how? He dre whis chair very near to the fire, leaned forward, and stretched out bis hands toward the welcome heat. He felt sickeningly cold, heavy with crushed with despair. Hilda's appealing eyes, seemed to be ching him still. He must not flinch. tHe must be true to all he had said. We had made promises, and he must up to those promises. By some means guilt must be lifted from é 1am’s shoulders, the policeman’s hateful presence must be removed from the sick room, and a look of pos- sible happiness must steal back into ‘s face. All this must be accom- hed by himselfi—Guy Erskine—ac- complished at any-sacrifice, at any price. He glanced out of the window. It was a divinely beautiful day; exquisite- jy glistening white snow, bright sun- Bh and blue sky were all present on this great day of his life. Quickly he withdrew his eyes from their alluring quickly his thoughts became red on the work before him. ow could he accomplish it? How le remove grief and sorrow Hilda? re was only one way. ily one way by which all possibil- ily of Ellingham’'s guilt being proved could be negatived. Aadihat way? Cuy shuddered. With vice-like strength his hands were clasped together and a look of xidity stole over his face. y one means existed by which ¢ Ellingham’s supposed wife retain an unblemished position peat ce uld could in the world and her child remain the ndmitied heir to the Ellingham weaith. Anather man must claim to have com- i the murder;' another man must ward and take the whole load me, disgrace and loathsome pun- ishment man must be myself.” as his face grew livid with. emotion “Reggie can give evi- d vespecting the finding of the nife and my throwing it into the tire What could point more conclu- sively to my guilt? Poor fellow! I’m 80 for him. But it must be done! sas! if he knew the actual truth, yhat a fool he would think me! And no would every one else, if they knew. that Guy And thought But they sha’n't know. Tl firmly keep the secret of my mad devotion to Hilda and all the false swearing it will force me to do—keep it all secret to t y end. Who on earth wiil ever ea. if I'm hung or not, save Reggie? And !'m as good as hung already in his ey He shall never know how muck his coming so quickly to the con- clusion that | was a murderer has in- fucneed me in proclaiming that T am | i never thought of it until I saw I wonder onc thot look of hate in his eyes. if he— uae | from this moment I'll let my- self neither think, nor hope, nor care. At each second I shall say to myself, “You are a murderer, Guy Erskine, de- tested, despised, loathed. Be heroic in your self-imposed villiany and act up to it. You have saved the girl you Jove from unhappiness. Be satisfied.” isfied! He sprang to his feet and beean striding up and down the room with the speed of a lunatic. His hands were clenched, his white face thrown back. Was there no other way of se- curing her happiness, save at this aw- fui sacrifice? Why not go straight to her and teil hew the exact truth? Ask her to wrench herself away from this man. whose: hands were blood-stained and who had no legal power over her? Ask her to be his, Guy Erskine’s wife? Vith a jerk he pulled himself to a standstill and stood staring close be- fore him, with eyes that were fiercely rning to rend asunder the veil that sereens the future. He would plead so gently, so coax- ingiy with her. He would tell her of his great, unquenchable love, of the sweetness of having her always at his } about acting “right and fair” to her side .of the devotion that he would shower on her, and the wealth of pro- tecting love with which he would screen her from the world’h hard criti- eism. But who would criticise her? Was she not purity and goodness itself in thought and deed? drei who had stood by her at the altar was a murderer and never her legal husband ought not to injure her fair self Once she, was Mrs. Erskine, Guy would take her away for years of ever- changing sights and scenes. He would live for her alone: it would-require courage to tell ‘her all; courage to form those words that told her that her marriage vows were void and worthless. And Ellingham, what would become of him? He would " PALSELY << CONDEMNED : | Ee ga eg Mrs. E. Bagot Harte. That the scoun- } | his guilt would gather round him and he would have no chance of escaping punishment. an act of superlative justice. No one would doubt it. And he, Guy, would have secured the prize for which he longed so ardently. “Hilda would be my wife!” He said the words to himself very, very slow- ly, thinking of all that those five words carried with them. But doubt was stealing into his face. He sighed. The excitement of a few minutes ago had gone from him. He was a calm man now, and calmly viewing his own position. “I almost believe that I should like myself better and love Hil- da better if I went straight ahead and was tried, convicted and hung, sooner than buy happiness at the price of de- stroying her present fool’s paradise. I don’t want to be a hero, I never did care about that kind of humbug, but I won't be a traitor; I'll be the oppo- site. Yes, I'll do it at once. I can be a fool if I like! It’s my affair, no one else’s. Ellingham is safe to be kind to Hilda and her boy. “Yes, I'll go to the police station and give myself up for the murder of Margaret Williams.” CHAPTER XVIII. “I wish to give myself up for the murder of Margaret Williams.” The astonished inspector of police stared at the owner of Arlington Tow- ers with a look of utter disbelief. “You, sir! But we have opposite evidence. Sir George Ellingham is under arrest for it.” “{ heard so,” said Guy, “and that is why I came at once to tell you that I committed the crime.” “Did Sir George Ellingham see you do it?” “No one saw it committed.” “Of course, as you have given your- self up, I am bound to take notice of your action sir. But evidence of your guilt will be necessary to support the bare statement that you did it.” “Quite so. My brother, Mr. Regi- nald Erskine, can bear witness to find- ing the penknife with which the mur- der was committed and bringing it to me, and to seeing me throw it straight into the fire, for it was then my inten- tion to conceal everything. He imme- diately guessed that I was the crim- inal, and he left the house at once. We are barely on speaking terms now.” “You mean to say, sir, that he ac- tually found the penknife, and that the penknife was yours?” “<8.” “I was never more surprised and sorry to hear anything before, except- ing when the detective told me that the murderer of Margaret Williams was Sir George Ellingham,” said the inspector, in a troubled voice. But there was no answering remark from Guy. Unflinchingly he stood op- posite the inspector, now busy taking notes o fthe case. A few questions had to be answered by him, and these were answered with the utmost brev- ity. Then the inspector turned to a constable with the words: “Put the prisoner into a cell.” “May I ask one thing?” said Guy. “Yes ,sir, and I hope to be able to accede to it,” repliea the inspector. “Will you have the police at once re- moved from Carlton Park?” “That shall be done as quickly as possible.” “And when will the first hearing be- | fore the magistrate take place?” “To-morrow, sir. It will be only a short, formal matter. Would you like a telegram sent to your solicitor?” “Yes, that had better be done. Streeter, Lincoln’s Inn Fields, is his address. Just say that I am under ar- rest.” Guy put down some silver as he spoke. “Do you wish to make any further statements respecting the crime or the motive for which it was commit- ted?” “Yes, the woman was itf the way.” “You have provided for her child?” “Yes; that was only right and fair.” Inadvertantly the last three words were said. The inspector looked earnestly at the speaker—the man who, having murdered a@ woman, spoke calmly child. was! “Is there nothing else that you wish to state?” “Nothing!” said Guy. He was growing every instant more anxious to be alone. Cool-worded questions maddened him. Man-like, he could have faced danger and suffer- ing that was quickly over with less strain on his fortitude than the drag- ged out mental tension that would be his for days and weeks. Now the ordeal was over. Now he, Guy Erskine, was a prisoner under lock and key. Oh, what would Hilda say when she heard? Would she suspect the truth? No! How thankful she would be that she had not married him. He did well How incomprehensible it all be kung. Once denounced, proofs of to act quickly. He was more human His execution would be than he had ever suspected before. He | would certainly go through the form | of being defended. He had no desire: to be hung, and there was practically no chance of it, as he had given him- self up. At least, he supposed not. He would give all he was worth to know what would happen at Carlton Park | when the police were removed. What would Hilda say and think? But all was done so unobtrusively j that it gave her no cause for wonder- ing how it had been accomplished. | Silentls the police were withdrawn. “Tt was arranged that they should ! leave,” the butler told her, and with this explanation she was satisfied, and blessed Guy for being the cause of the speedy end of her troubles. Small thought did she give to those troubles, now that they were over. The patient was worse—worse than he had been on any previous day of; his illness. A relapse of a most alarm- ing nature had taken place. Dr. Ben- nett had been called twice during the last few hours and had telegraphed for the physicians from London. “Tt was a mistake, my husband’s ar- rest,” she took occasion to explain. —{ “A most iniquitously cruel eer was the reply. “The matter shall be inquired into.” “Oh, I would rather never think of it any more.” “Quite so, Lady Ellingham. You have more than enough cares on your hands already.” It was true. Delirium of a most distressing na- ture had taken possession of the wretched patient’s brain; and to keep him from neither injuring himself nor getting up and escaping from the sick room required never-ending watchful- ness. : “How long will this continue?” ask- ed Hilda of the two doctors. “It is impossible to say,” replied Dr. Bennett. “Once more let me impress on you the necessity of having anoth- er trained nurse.” “No; I cannot consent to do so.” “It may be weeks before the nurs- ing becomes less arduous; meanwhile “I shall count it joy to devote every moment of my time to nursing my husband,” interrupted Hilda. Half an hour later the doctors left the house together. “And you say that the reason for the patient becoming so quickly worse was his arrest this morning? Most extraordinary, that!” said the one from London. “Yes, altogether inquisitous,” agreed Dr. Bennett. “Unfortunately it had got about—I suppose the servants talked—that he made an attempt on his own life the other day. So a po- liceman in plain clothes was stationed near the bed to prevent a recurrence of the attempt. I have also heard whispers that the police actually placed him under arrest for the mur- der of a woman named Williams, and the strangest tales are afloat about the affair. After his arrest the real criminal came forward and confessed to committing the murder.” “What reckless, incomprehensible conduct on the part of the police! Astoundingly disgraceful! Why did they not arrest the right man to begin with?” . “I must admit that they were not quite so much to blame as one would think at first sight. They had got on the wrong track, somehow. You see, the real criminal resembles Sir George in the matter of wealth and position and age, and until he gave himself up—he did so the moment he heard of Sir George’s arrest—the mistake of the police was not so black as one} would imagine.” “Then who is the real murderer?” “Erskine, of Arlington Towers.” “Good heavens! I met that man at a friend’s in Berkeley Square only a few months ago: I thought him one of the nicest fellows I have ever met.” (To Be Continued.) FLESH-EATING PLANTS. Strange Thing That Happened When a Bee Lit on a Leaf. The botanist was describing a curi- ous plant called the sundew, or fiesh- eating plant, about which Rosetti wrote his famous poem. “The leaves of this plant were curi- ous,” he said. Each had a lot of long, coarse hairs on it, and a knob in the center covered with green mucilabe. “A bee alignted on one of the hairs. Then a strange thing happened. The neighboring hairs seemed to come to life. They reared up and pounced upon the bee,, they carried it pver to the knob and they pressed it firmly into the mucilage. Then they became simple hairs again. “The bee struggled helplessly, like a fly stuck in fly paper. The leaf grad- ually folded around it, enveloping it as in an apple dumpling the pastry en- velopes the fruit. A few hours later’ the leaf opened again, but no sign of the bee remained. It had been devour- ed. “There are many flesh-eaters among plants. | and the butterwort attract insects and | animaculae, and, imprisoning them by means of hairs and mucilage, devour them at leisure. “In Borneo and South America it is said that there are flesh-eating trees powerful enough to capture and digest foxes, gulls, children, and even men. But we have no scientific proof that it is best to regard the stories about them as native twaddle.’—New York Press. Did It, Herself. Judge—Who bit your ear off? Mrs. Black (wishing to protect her husband)—I—I did it iaahselt. ' DEFECTIVE The bladderwort, the tootwort | and diphtheria germs lurk in the rags DISEASE AND DEATH LURK IN MAIL ORDER GOODS There is no question but what the i house, when freight charges are count- average country merchant, within the radius of the St. Paul trade field, can sell goods as low or lower than the mail order houses. of the East. This applies to the regulation line of goods sold to farmers through- out the country. Back of the country storekeeper’s sale the purchaser has the guarantee he does not get from the mail order house. The mail order house continually takes money from the farmer; he sends none back. Com- pare this with the country storekeeper who pays the farmer nearly as much, in the long run, for his produce as he receives from the farmer in the pur- chase price of goods. In addition, he invests his earnings in the town that he lives in, and the upbuilding of that town tends to make farm property more valuable and furnishes better schools for the farmer's children. The growth of the town furnishes more en- tertainment for the farmer's children and thus tends to keep them home, safe within the good influence of the home circle. Where such satisfying town entertainment is not to be had, through the failure of a town to pro- gress, children go to the large cities to seek their entertainment. Once there, in a great many cases, they soon lose the home influence, and we all know what the results are. The country merchant helps pay the school taxes and support township enter- prises; he contributes toward the con- struction and maintenance of good roads. The Eastern mail order house does neither. It is a wholly selfish institution, enriching its stockholders through the hard-earned dollars of the farmer at the expense of the legiti- mate country merchant. Hard, Cold Facts. These are hard, cold facts that should be given careful thought by every purchaser of merchandise. In themselves they are strong arguments against patronizing a mail order house located in New York or Chicago, but to them we must add the further argument that the patron of a mail order house is bound, sooner or later, to find that he is paying two or three prices for his merchandise, in addi- tion to the freight. The mail order house is conducted by the brainiest men in the mercantile world. In the infancy of the mail order business 99 per cent of its promoters were sharp- ers and swindlers. Out of this mass there grew a few immense concerns, conducted by men with more brains, even though they may have had no more scruples than their competitors. They foresaw that to make the busi- ness success they must at least show the semblance of giving value receiv- ed from the money extorted from farmers through their ingenious, con- tinued and costly advertising cam- paigns. They evolved the policy of advertising staples as leaders at a| price below that at which the country merchant could sell. These leaders caught the eye of the farming com- munity and they built up a large cli- entelle of patrons, giving them what they call a mail order list, to which they are constantly adding in every conceivable way, their latest scheme having been to induce the postmaster general to number the farmers, ac- cording to their rural route mail box- es, like the convicts of a penitentiary. Once the mail order house induces the farmer to apply for some article advertised in their circulars and cata- logues, they deluge him with circulars and seemingly personal letters, offer- ing numerous prize packages of goods. They offer coffee that has been raked out of the water and ashes of burned warehouse, dried and glossed over with a harmful glucose concoction, at a price so far under that of the coun- try merchant that it is impossible for him to compete. The coffee looks good, and if it tastes bad the patron consoles himself with the fact that it is cheap. It might not suit him so well if he knew that it is also nasty— filthy in fact. And so it is all along the line. Sweat shop manufacturers make up goods in disease breeding dens for the mail order houses. They can do it! cheaper than the manufacturer work- ing under modern conditions, and what the mail order house must have is cheap goods. The mail order house buys its goods under conditions that render them as cheap as possible. This necessarily brings them to the dens of the sweat shop, the filthy bins of | warehouse left-overs, the salvage of fires—the sweepings of the reeking gutters—for much of the cheap to- bacco sold is made from cigar butts, half-smoked cigarettes and the dis- carded cuds of tobacco, picked up in the gutters of the big cities by a class of disease-burdened outcasts from the labor world who can maintain exist- ence in no other way. Scarlet fever that are made into the shoddy goods that the mail order house sells in wear for men, women and children. These goods look well, but they don’t wear well, and they are the walking delegates for disease and death. Their groceries are filled with preservatives located ; ed in. and are injurious to health. Their hardware is a cheap imitation of re- such trees exist. They could exist, of liable goods. course, but until we actually see them! Now, then, let us see what the farmer pays for in this line of goods. It has been demonstrated time and again that the average country merchant can sell a_ clean, ‘legitimately made and guaran- teed line of goods, manufac- tured by houses of national reputation, as low or lower than the mail order ws PAGE If the farmer does not believe this he should make up a list of things that he ordinarily orders of the cat- alogue house, take it to his town stores and see what prices they will make him on the same goods. In just- ice to himself he should do this. To Sum Up. The mail order house is under im- mense expense. Its advertising alone runs into hundreds of thousands of dollars a year. It maintains great in- stitutions at high cost. It cannot do this and legitimately undersell the country merchant. In conclusion, let us reiterate that the home merchants show their cus- tomers the goods before purchase and willingly make exchanges. The cata- logue house don’t do that. The home merchant’s reputation and business standing in the com- munity are back of every sale he makes. The catalogue house feels no such responsibility. Their misdeeds in one community do not hurt them in another. They would rather lose a customer than a dollar. The home merchants would rather lose a dollar than a customer. The home merchants buy farm produce, sometimes at a loss. The catalogue house don’t. The home merchant gives credit when necessary. The catalogue house insists on spot cash. The home merchants live among their customers, contribute to the up- building of the town, schools and churches. The catalogue house spends its profits elsewhere. The very na- ture of its business kills the small community and builds up the large city. The home merchants can and do meet all legitimate competition. The mail order patron owes it to his town's welfare and his own wel- fare to give his merchants a chance to prove the statement before denying them his patronage. The catalogue house in its dealings with its patrons ignores all the fun- damental principles of community wel- fare. Its methods are a trespass on community rights. Think it over!—St. Paul Trade Jour- nal. “Skinning” a Stove as Practiced by Some Supply Houses. “Some seven or eight months ago,” said the president of a prominent stove company, “this house was asked for a price on 100,000 stoves by a lead- ing catalogue house. The inquiry specified several of the leading pat- terns shown in our catalogue and spec- ified that the stoves furnished should, in appearance, be exactly as shown in the catalogue. Such an order don’t come along every week, so I went over all the factory costs, figured mighty close, and submitted a flat price of $13.65 each. When this price was submitted, I was told that it was away too high, that they couldn’t touch the line at any such figure. “T replied that we couldn’t possibly shade that price a cent and didn’t care for the order at less than that figure. “The buyer for the mail order house told me that he thought a more care- ful estimate would bring a_ better price because he said that he had one of each of these stoves weighed and thought we had about twenty pounds of unnecessary iron on each one. ‘Now leave off that, twenty pounds surplus and see what you can do,’ said he. “Acting on this hint, and realizing more fully the precise value of the words “in appearance exactly as shown in your catalogue,” contained in the inquiry, the price of the stoves was made to meet the ideas of the mail order house and the order secured. “These ‘skinned’ stoves were ship- ped all over the country, being largely advertised by the mail order people as one of those ‘phenomenal purchases of the leading numbers of a_ well- known makers’ line, being exactly as shown in the cut.’ “They were so thoroughly relieved of ‘surplus iron’ that a slight jar in | handling would crack a hearth plate, break a leg or fracture some other part, with a result that the stove com- pany’s losses by breakage in assem- bling parts, and the railroad’s loss through ‘damage claims’ left the only profit in the transaction to the astute and honest mail order man. “It is probably no injustice to con- clude that such genius would not be confined to ‘skinning’ stoves, and the light which it throws upon the meth- ods of the mail order concerns may explain to many a puzzled merchant the real inwardness of many a start- ling mail’ order bargain which has drawn the trade away from its natural channels to enrich and upbuild the very concerns who by deliberate de- ceit and dishonesty traded upon the confidence and shortsighted gullibil- ity of their customers—Dry Goods Reporter. . Ambition. “Here’s an invitation to the wedding of Alexander Hamilton Jones to Mary Jane Wiggs. Gracious, I wonder what Jones is marrying her for?” “Probably just to see his name spell- ed out in full.’—Philadelphia Press. Not to Be Caught. “Bite me off a little bite o’ yer ap- ple, Swipesey.” “Bite it off your own self; my mout’ is t’ree times as big as your’n.”—Fort Worth Record. DON'T DESPAIR. Read the Experience of a Minnesota Woman and Take Heart. If your backache aches, and you feel sick, languid, weak and miserable day S after day—don’t wor ty. Doan’s Kidney Pills have cured thou- sands of women in the same condition. Mrs. A. Heiman of Stillwa- ter, Minn., says: “But for Doan's Kidney Pills I would not be living now. They cured me in 1899 and I've been well since. I used to have such pain in my back that once I fainted. The kidney se- eretions were much disordered, and [ was so far gone that I was thought to be at death’s door. Since Doan’s Kid- ney Pills cured me I feel as if I had been pulled back from the tomb.” Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box. Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. ¥. Boston’s Name for Tips. “Don’t say “tips” hereafter. Say “joyful checks.” It has a pleasanter sound to the ear, while to the con- science and to the instinct of courtesy it is far more gracious. There is no hint of “graft” in the little phrase, and by no means could it be perverted to read “extortion.” There is a blessed atmosphere of give and take, an appre- ciation of value received about it, whether it is written or spoken.—Bos- ton Transcript. PATENTS. * List of Patents Issued Last Week to Northwestern Inventors. Reported by Lothrop & Johnson, patent lawyers, 911-912 Pioneer Press building, St. Paul, Minn. George Ash- elman, Fargo, N. D., suspenders; Thomas Brennan, St. Louis Park, Minn., disk drill; Paul Held, St. Cloud, Minn., draft equalizer; Roy Maple, Minneapolis, Minn., lamp burner; Ed- ward Mathewson, Anaconda, Mont., blast furnace; Allen Staples, St. Paul, Minn., = skylight; Levi Westfall, Beardsley, Minn., check rein holder. Amateur Minstrels. Tambo—Say, Bones, tell me dis: Whut makes graft lak charity? Bones—Dat sholy er funny one Whut makes graft lak charity? Lawd, I dunno. What does make graft lak charity? Tambo—It kivers a multytude uv sins—Dallas New Two of Many. “[ was married to that man once,” said the first society woman “To Mr. De Voss? The idea! Why, so was I,” replied the second ditto. “Well, well! You don’t say! Were you before or after me?’—Philadel- phia Press. In Football Time. ‘Do you think college students ought to be gagged and tied to rail- road tracks? “Well,” replied the nervous citizen, “I don’t know that they ought to be tied to railroad tracks. However, [ wouldn’t mind seeing them all gag ged.”—Houston Chronicle Explained. “What is a strenuous life?” “A strenuous life, my son, is when a man tries to live up to the salary people think he is getting without go- ing into deb! Milwaukee Sentinel Sword Tactics. Drill Sergeant (to raw recruit who {s slow in grasping the tactical de- tails)—Now, Murphy, how would you use your sword if your opponent feint- ed? Murphy—Begorra, I'd just tickle him with the p’int of it to see if he was after fakin’—Harper’s Weekly. MALARIA? ?? Generally That Is Not the Trouble. Persons with a susceptibility to ma larial influences should beware of cof- fee, which has a tendency to load up the liver with bile. A lady writes from Denver that she suffered for years from chills and fever which at last she learned were mainly produced by the coffee she drank. “I was also grievously afflicted with headaches and indigestion,” she says, “which I became satisfied were likewise largely due to the coffee I drank. Six months ago I quit its use ‘altogether and began to drink Postum Food Coffee, with the gratifying result that my headaches have disappeared, my digestion has been restored and I have not had a recurrence of chills and fever for more than three months. I have no doubt that it was Postum that brought me this relief, for I have used no medicine while this improve- ment has been going on.” (It was really relief from congestion of the liver caused by coffee.) My daughter has been as great a coffee drinker as I, and for years was afflicted with terrible sick headaches. which often lasted for a week at a time. She is a brain worker and ex cessive application together with head- aches began to affect her memory most seriously. She found no help in medicines and the doctor frankly ad- vised her to quit coffee and use Post- um. “For more than four months she has not had a headache—her menta! faculties have grown more active and vigorous and her memory has been restored. “No more tea, coffee or drugs for us, so long as we can get Postum.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. There’s a reason. Read the little book “The Road to Wellville” in pkgs.