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200620095 9049090050 4 $o0608 CHAPTER XXIX.—(Continued.): Wonld it be of any use? Ought she not to have tried othey means—alarm- ed the house, and given his up? No, she could never have done that, for she had won his confession from him by an appeal to him—she could not it far his hurt. How wonderful it al] was! How deep had been the clev- and subtlety of the plot! That too, wa wonderful. tood there, ‘silent and motion- use As she ss, where he had left her, her mind went over the story again and again with more amazement. There had been so much that seemed like chance in it all, and yet, as she looked back, she could seem to see the one connect- ing thread that ran through it all, stringing it into a whole, The thread of coincidence—her presence at Gov. ernment House that night—her’ fath- recognition of Noel’s photograph— own accidental straying out to- night to.the gate. It had all seemed so full of chance, of mere happening, and, behold, it was held in a hand that drew together the scattered web. into a whole. Bayerstock stole down the road in the shadow with the stealthy step of spy, and a tumult in his heart that was like nothing he had ever known before in his thirty years of life. His had been the lot of an outcast and the alien, more or less, sinee he could remember. His days in the ranks had knocked him into some sort of shape and discipline, but there was always a fierce under feeling that the hand of man was against him. In another rank of life his very faults might have turned to virtues, his daring and impa- 4 tience of control intg courage and jership. His hot blood, held in hanq, ht have landed him in a better mace than the cells and guard room; his qualities might have shown in ed- ucation and training—when they had only run weed in neglect. How much goes to character-forming in cir- cumstance and surrounding but few of to us realize. The servant who knew and did not was beaten with many stripes. To the servant who knew not, much might be forgiven. And there had come into the stunted and warped life of his an influence that jouched it with a strange and curious hand. There had broken through the barred and shuttered windows the radi- ance of a wondrous light. It wrought in him so beyond all belief apd all withstanding that he had done this thing and told the truth. It was im- pelling him on to even mightier efforts with a strength there was no resisting, though he marveled and held against it with what was left him of will to protest. op avg? “ CHAPTER XXX. The Spy. And up at Colenso there was some wender over Winstanley, who had rid- den off, as most people had a suspi- cion, on a special mission of danger ana enterprise. He had volunteered to carry secret dispatches through the lines of the enemy. It was an under- taking full of danger and risk, for it he were captured it was inevitable that he would be treated.as a spy. He had eagerly caught at the chance of ac something that would wipe the secret stain from his name and set him right in. the eyes of those who had doubted him. If he had one motive stronger than the rest, it was that it would be for Ursula’s sake. They were dispatches of the greatest importanoe, for they disclosed appar- ent plans of the troops, for the guid- ance of the commanding officer in au outpost station, whe might be able by their help to hold,out against the forces about him till he was relieved. He went away in high spirts, higher by far than he had known since he came out to Africa and’ the war began. ‘There was a chance at last for him, and he meant to take it that it should be his best friend. There was a certain secret know!l- edge that Winstanley had come out under a kind of shadow. It had been whispered that the hasty throwing up of a good appointment and leaving the service had had its reasons, as any one might have guessed. But no one was quite sure, and, after all, it was not such an exceptional case out there. There was more than one man in Clay’s Horse who would hardly have cared to tell the whole story about his coming out to the Colony—and they did not ask questions, as the Belmonts’ visitor had said. And then there happened such a bit of ill fortune as no one could have looked for. He had gone most of his journey, taking every precaution, and creeping step by step with stealth. Just on the third morning, when the fourth would have carried him through, he had lost his horse and found him- self close to the enemy’s outposts. He tried to pass them when night had fall- en, but on foot it had proved hopeless; “he was overtaken and caught. The dispatches were in his bdot, but it did not take long to find them. He bad given himself up, in his thoughts, before they took them out. He knew —_—THE Captain’s Double By LILLIAS. CAMPBELL DAVIDSON | from the rising ground above it. below hen: “tha i must be he. graai ) SSSSSSSOOO OCS the end of it, even before the) short trial, whose justice he could not dis- pute nor protest against. It was the rule of war, and he acknowledged it. There wasno_ special hardshipin his ease: Only the sense of disappoint- ment, of failure, rushed over him like a flood of bitterness. He had had his chance and missed it. Now all hope was over. He should never win Ur- sula back or clear his name. He had time enough to think it all over as he lay in the rough prison where he was hastily placed. There was a guard mounted, but smal! need for it—he was in the very middle of the camp, and there was no smallest hope of escape. Even if he could creep away unobserved. what would that serve him? He would be taken again before he could get half a mile away- He ! would die, and it might even never be known what had become of him; he would not fall in action, a hero, but perish by the doom of a spy. He sat on the rough wooden box which was ali the camp afforded by way of a seat. It was the death of a dog---without any comfort to lighten it. He had said to himself, in the first bitterness of his disgrace, that death would be welcome, but now that it came and stared him ja the face he could not welcome it. He was young still. ‘The quick fire that ran through his veins had not thinned and chilled down to zero point. It still cried to him of the sweetness of living, even if it were in an altered life. Ursula,.he dared hardly to let himself think of her—his sweetheart, his wife who was to have been. And yet he could not keep his thoughts from her; her face rose before him as vividly as if he could see it smiling at him in reality frem the corner of the hut where he gazed and gazed. Ursula, away in England, with a heart that waited patiently and faith- fully, 9s she had promised it would wait. Ursula, the dearest and the sweetest, his one and only love. A Jong, long breath came like a groan, but he checked it in haste as he heard. It might come to the ear of the sentry and make him think he minded—that he was afraid! The sun was just setting: he could see it through the little narrow win- dow, with its dusty pane. The whole sky was one flood of purple and gold and. crimsou—-a glory such as, cold English skies..can never know,.,.He stared at it with a heart that had a strange yearning in it—the last sun- set he should ever see. He was to die to-morrow morning at the sun-risng. Oda to think he would never watch the evening sunlight again! All day long, over the rolling green of the grass country, a man bad been riding—his face that way. He had passed clumps of shrub, dark against the paler green about them, and barren rock, jutting up, bare and stern and gaunt, against the sky: He had come with the slow, regular pace of the man who has the end of his business well before him, and does not hasten to meet that end. As he came in sight of the camp, where the huts Jong built were hemmed in by new tents, and the hast- ily-built defenses that circles the whole, he drew rein, and halted for a moment to look down on the place He was tired, apparently, for he moved in the saddle as if to find ease after long travel, and he had a weary look in his handsome face. He movegi again, and a man sprang out frem the group of bushes—his rifle pointed, his head alert. “Who goes? Friend or foe?” rang the quick challenge. The horseman gave a pass- word, and the rifle lowered. “Ys Van Beer anywhere about here? I want to get to him.” “Down in the camp. He has just come back from a day’s_ scouting. You'll find him at the school house.” The man was staring hard at the one on the horse, with a kind of amaze- ment in his look. “That's right. I have got some- thing for him. I've been down to Wynberg and Cape Town picking up what I could. The papers in England are doing a lot of service, If it wasn’t for their correspondents and telegrams we should be out in the dark. They play into the hands of our side every day.” The other grunted, whether in satis- faction .or indifference it would be hard to say. “It all fights for us,” he said, grimly; “the powers of heaven, and the Eng- lish arrogance and stupidity. So far it has been our victory, and if it goes so it will be ours to the end. The gen- eral will be glad to welcome you and learn your news, friend. It will be of use to him.” . The horseman was resentful of the earnest gaze of the other. He felt un- easy under its steady spell. When one has learnt to dodge the world one does not take with kindness a stare of curiosity. which may mean discovery. “What are you looking at?” he de- manded, a trifle roughly. “You seem to think there’s something about me worth looking at.” “It is because of a curious likeness,” returned the other, with tranquillity. “You are so like the spy who is to be slightly. shot tomorrow morning down away |. ‘that at first.I thought it “What spy?” " Baverstock lost color it was not comfortable to hear that one of one’s own calling has met with the common misfortune which threatens the trade. “I don’t know what you are talking of”; for a moment he thought it was a thrust at his own occupation. “A man named Winstanley—an Eng- lish officer—he was caught three days ago. He had secret dispatches on him —very important. He was trying to get them through to Ladysmith. He was tried this morning, and he’s to be shot at dawn. Yor are so like him that you might be his brother. Is he any relation of yours?” “No, confound him!” It was hard to say what upset him—the shock of the news or the suggestion that there might be a relationship. ‘He deserves it, anyhow,” with a furtive glance into the imperturbable face of the other for any hint of a thought that there was another with deserts. “In Eng- land, lots of us look like each other. There's nothing in that.” “This likeness is so remarkable——” “Well, that happens often enough, too. He’s no kin of mine, I tell you, so you needn’t hammer on at it. I sha’n’t have to wear mourning for him.” With that grim pieasantry he put spurs to his weary horse and rode on over the slope, down toward the camp nestled in the sheltered hollow below. He looked unmoved, and he even whistled, but his heart within him was in a_ whirl. Captain Winstanley doomed to die by the death that hung above his own head deaily, hourly, like the sword of Damocles! Never to go back to the girl down at Wynberg; the girl he had held in his own arms that night at Government House! Nev- er to have her tell him she loved him and press her soft brown head against him, as it had once been pressed against his own heart. He was to die the death of a traitor, and she—she would not be nis any more. Then there came the memory of her face in the moonlight, and her voice of pleading, as she begged him for her sake. He had promised he would do what he alone could do, in giving back Win- stanley’s honor to him. Now it could be of little use to make him the pres- ent, if his life were taken instead. If his life were taken; the life that was prized by the girl down at Wyn- berg! Would she break her heart when the news came to her, and she knew what had come to pass? If she knew of his doom, would she cry to himself to save him, as she had im- plored him to clear the shadow from his name? He rode on, thoughtfully and sullenly, to the camp in the hol- low below. The thin blue smoke that curled from the tin-covered huts hard- ly stirred. in the air, it was so light and so silent. One would have said there could be nothing but peace down there, And yet a man had been tried for his life to-day, and that life was to go out like a quenched spark at to-morrow’s dawn. It was not death that moved Baverstock’s compunction—he had seen enough of it since he came to South Africa, and his feelings were never delicate—but there was some- thing about the death of this man that had a strange trouble for him. It was the man whom he himself had injured more surely and more deeply than he had ever injured any man, and the man who had been inno- cent of all offence to him. Baverstock had never minded when he got the bet- ter of an enemy, even if it were to that enemy's total loss. He had killed a man before now, but it had always been in a fight when his passion was hot. This man had never done him the shadow of a harm—he did not even know him. All the instincts that were born in him, and blunted. by his training and traditions, awoke now, and cried out in protest against this last wrong to the man he had meanly destroyed. .(To Be Continued.) He Relied on the Doctor. While I was a student in the medical college I had a patient, an Irishman, with a broken leg. When the plaster bandage was removed and a lighter one put on in its place, I noticed that one of the pins went in with great dif- ficulty, and I could not understand it. A week afterward what was my as- tonishment to find that the pin had been run through the skin twice, ia- stead of through the cloth. “Why, Pat,” said I, “didn’t you know the pin was sticking-in you?” “To be sure I did,” replied Pat. “But T thought you knew your business, so I hilt me tongue.” Sudden Change of Mind. Puffing and blowing, the fat passen- ger began to climb to the upper berth in the sleeping car. “Pretty hard work, isn’t it?” said the man in the lower berth. “It is,” said the fat passenger, “for a man of my weight.” “How much do you weigh, may I ask?” “Three hundred and eighty-seven pounds.” “Hold on! Take this one!” ex- claimed the other, his hair beginning to rise on end. “I'd rather sleep iu the upper berth, anyway. The ventila- tion is better.” Pecufiarities of Long Island. A school teacher asked her geogra- phy class: “What are some of the natural peculiarities of Long island?” The children thought hard, but none replied. Suddenly a boy raised his hand. “Well, what are they,” agked the teacher. “Why,” he exclaimed, triumphantly, “on the south side you see the sea and liams’ Pink Pills Recommends the Pills to All Others Who Suffer. Anemia is just the doctor’s namé for bloodlessness. Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills cure anzemia as food cures hunger. They cured Mrs. Thomas J. 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Working a Smooth Scheme. “They tell me you're in love with your employer’s wife.” % “Nothing in it.” “But you take her deal, don’t you?” “That’s a bluff of mine to get my- self a stand-in with the boss. He hopes I am going to elope with her.” about a good A GOOD SALE. System That Brought Unexpected Re- turns. A well known public accountant was talking about good and bad “Business systems.” During his discourse he told this story of a system used in one of the nearby summer resorts, says the Philadelphia Ledger: “One day a man came into this store and bought some silk and told the clerk to charge it. The clark for- got to ask whom it was to be charged to, and when the purchaser went out he asked his proprietor what to do about it. The proprietor, not wanting to lose the money, the bill amounting to $10, told the salesman to charge it to each person who had an account there. ‘Those who didn’t buy it will kick and he who did will no doubt pay for it,’ he said. “A month later the proprietor asked the bookkeeper: “Did you find out who got that silk about a month ago?’ “No, sir, I did not,’ was the reply, ‘put seven different customers have paid for it.’” THE WAY OUT. Change of Food Brought Success and * Happiness. An ambitious but delicate girl, after failing to go through school on ac- count of nervousness and _ hysteria, found in Grape-Nuts the only thing that seemed to build her up and fur- nish her the peace of health. “From infancy,” she says, “I have not been strong. Being ambitious to learn at any cost I finally got to the High School, but soon had to aban- don my studies on account of nervous prostration and hysteria. 2 “My food did not agree with me, I grew thin and -despondent. I could not enjoy the simplest social affair for I suffered constantly from nervous- ness in spite of all sorts of medicines. “This wretched condition continued until I was twenty-five, when I be- came interested in the letters of those who had cases like mine and who were being cured by eating Grape- Nuts. “I had little faith, but procured a box and after the first dish I expe- rienced a peculiar satisfied feeling that I had never gained from any or- dinary food. I slept and rested better that night and in a few days began to grow stronger. ~ “I had a new feeling of peace and restfuless. In a few weeks, to my great joy, the headaches and nervous- ness left me and life became bright and hopeful. I resumed my studies and later taught ten months with ease —of course using Grape-Nuts every Ansemic Woman Cured by Dr. Wil-' CONFIDENCE MAN BEATEN AT HIS OWN GAME. Simple Scheme Evolved in the Keen Brain of Rufus Choate Result- ed in Cattle Dealer Recov- ering His Money. When Rufus Choate was practicing law in Boston, before he had gained a national reputation, he showed his | cases, | one instance of which will illustrate | keenness in numerous small his genius. A cattle dealer coming to Brighton to attend the regular weekly cattle’ sale on the following day, having sev-{ eral hundred dollars in currency with which he intended to buy stock, gave $100 of this sum to the landlord of a! road house at which he stopped, to put in the safe for him over night. | The next morning when he called for the money, he was told that while in an intoxicated condition the pre-, vious night he had asked for the money, and it had been given to him. The countryman was dumfounded, for he was not a heavy drinker, and was perfectly sober when he retired for the night; but, protest as he’ would, the landlord stuck to his story, | and showed the empty cash box as } evidence. in the emergency some one advised | the dealer to consult Choate. He went to Choate’s office and explained the case. As soon he had _ concluded, Choate said: “Take a friend along as a witness, and see the landlord, and tell him you are satisfied that you as got the money, and get him to take) another hundred for safe keeping, and then come back here.” The dealer did as he was told, and the landlord accepted the other hun- dred. When he had reported, Choate said:'“Now, go back aione and ask for the last deposit when no one is pres- ent.” The landlord handed over the He Got His Money Back. money promptly and the dealer re- ported as before. Choate said: “Now take the friend who saw you deposit the last hundred and d&émand your money.” When confronted by the witness and asked for the money which he had seen him take, the landlord was very indignant and insisted that he had returned it; but the dealer stout- ly denied this. When the landlord dis- covered who had the case he reluct- antly gave up the second hundred. MILK PAIL SAVES LEGISLATOR. His Little Son Cast Reflection Into Eyes of Infuriated Bull. Representative Timothy E. Town- send, a prominent union republican member of the Delaware legislature, owes his life to the action of his 12 year old son Fred in casting the re- flection of a bright milk pail into the eyes of an infuriated bull that attacked and goted him. Mr. Town- send is a farmer and cattle dealer near Frankfort, Sussex county, and it was on his farm that the affair occurred. The legislator was being trampled ‘when his little son saw his peril. The boy seized the milk pail, the only thing handy, and rushed to his fath- ers rescue. As the sun was shining brightly, the pail proved more effec- tive than a gun or pitchfork. The reflection made it look to the bull like a ball of fire. Young Townsend realizing this and with rare presence of mind, turned the reflection into the eyes of the bovine. The animal immediately became terror-stricken and actually ran from the inclosure Mr. Townsend will recover. A Spider That Fishes. Professor Berg, in Buenos Ayres, has discovered a spider which prac- tices fishing at times. In 'shallow places it spins between stones a two- winged, conical net, on which it runs in the water and captures small fish, tadpoles, etc. That it understands its work well is shown by the numerous shriyeled skins of little creatures that lie about in the web net. Vegetable Boa-Constrictor. The “vegetable boa-constrictor” is day. It is now four years since I be-/a queer representative of the genus gan to use Grape-Nuts, I am the mis-} Cucumis, which is grown in India for tress of a happy home and the old weakness has never returned.” given by Postum Co., Mich. “There’s a reason.” Read the little book, “The Road to Wellville,”, in pkgs. ornamental purposes, the vines being Name | trained over trellises and verandahs. Battle Creek, | The fruit of this green vine is, both in shape and color, the exact coun- terpart of the snake from which it takes its name. MRS. ESTHER M. 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A chronic invalid brought back to health is no small matter. Words are inadequate to express complete gratitude. A GRATEFUL LETTER TO DR. HARTMAN A Fast Messenger Boy. “That little fifteen minutes’ talk was worth a million dollars,” re- marked Anthony K. Vansant of Oma- ha, as he left a Philadelphia tele- phone booth after having called up his fiancee in a Western city over the long distance, and asked: “What's the charge?” “Eighteen dollars and seventy-five cents,” replied the hello girl. Vansant began to search his cloth- ing for money, discovering his total capital was insufficient to meet the cost of the conversation. Manager Arthur Barney suggested that a mes- senger. be sent to Vansant’s hotel for the necessary sum. This was done, while the hello girl held Vansant a prisoner in the telephone booth, It took the messenger two hours and a half to return with a reinforcement of greenbacks. “I’m glad that kid didn’t have to go to Omaha,” exclaimed Vansant as he walked away. 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