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THE SECOND DANDY CHATER CHAPTER 1!X.—(Continued.) “Understand, Harry,” he said, “I won't have you interfere in this mat- ter again. Keep away from the wood keep away from everything and ev- erybody. I am more grateful than I can say for your devotion; and I will not insult you by asking you to keep silent. Keep a stout heart, my lad; I'll get clear of this, and be back with you before long. Good-by!” He turned away, and struck off alone in the direction of London; Har- ry turned the jaded horse and started on his journey back to Bamberton. It was a very drenched and discon- solate looking man that tramped into the slowly awakening streets of Lon- don some hours later. He found a modest hotel, and, after waiting some considerable time, was able to get something of a meal and to get to bed. But his last thought, as he undressed, was that his hurried flight, on the epur of the moment, had been a blun- der. “Harry’s devotion and my fright have, I fear, carried us both away,” he muttered to himself. “The smug- gling out of the dog cart by a back way; this hurried race to London; above all, the spade, taken, I suspect, from the Hall, and left so near the body—it all points to Dandy Chater.” He slept soundly, and a little before noon presented himself at the office of Mr. Z. Isaacson, in the neighbor- hood of Old Broad street. It was a somewhat pretentious place consisting, so far as he could see, of but two rooms; the first of which, at least, was very solidly and heavily fur- nished. But by far the most solid and heavy piece of furniture in the place ‘was the gentleman he imagined to be Mr. Z. Isaacson—a portly individual, with pronounced ' features, much watch chain, and some heavy rings on his fat white fingers. Remember- ing, in time, that he was probably sup- posed to know this gentleman with some intimacy, Philip nodded care- lessly, and threw himself into the chair which the other indicated. “l’m glad you've come, my dear oy,” began Mr. Isaacson, in a famil- far manner. He spoke with some- thing of a nasal accent, and a little as though his tongue were too large for his mouth. “You know, we like to have things pleasant and square, and I like, as you have found before to- d@ay—to do the amiable, if I can. But you know, dear boy’—he passed his large hand over his shining bald head and shook the head gravely—‘“this is rather—well, you know—really——” His voice trailed off, and he pre~ tended to be busy with some papers on his desk. Philip Chater looked at him for a moment, and then broke out im- patiently: “What are you talking about? What d@o you want with me?” “Now, my dear boy,” said Mr. Isaac- son, soothingly, “this is not the spirit I like to see; it isn’t, really. You and me have had dealings this year or two and you've paid the little bit of inter- est I've asked fairly and squarely; likewise, I’ve renewed from time to time for a little consideration, and all has been square and pleasant. But when it comes to playing it off on an old friend in this fashion—well, really, you know——” Philip Chater was in no mood for anprofitable conversation, especially with a man of his stamp, on that par- ticular morning. His nerves had been tried, beyond the lot of common nerves, within the past twenty-four hours. “Why the dickens can’t you say what you're driving at, and be done with it? You've brought me all this distance,” he cried savagely, “and now you're mouthing and carrying on in this fash- fon. What's the matter with you?” Mr. Isaacson’s face underwent a gudden change: certain veins in his temples swelled up ominously, and he came a little way round his desk; Jeaning over it, and putting his face near to that of his visitor, he said, truculently: “Qh! so you're not a bit ashamed of what you’ve done?” “ashamed! What of?” cried Philip. “Forgery! Obtaining money by false pretenses! Robbery! Holy Is- rael!—how much more do you want?” “Not much more, thank you,” re- plied Philip, staggered into calmness. “Perhaps you'll have the goodness to explain.” “There isn’t much explanation need- ed,” snarled the other. “The last time you were in this office you paid me 2 check for £1,626, for accumulated in- terest, expenses, and other matters; because I had threatened that, unless I had that sum by that date, I would come down on you and sell you up. Now, you know, Mr. Dandy Chater— and I know—that you hadn’t any such sum of your own; therefore, you came to me, bringing a check for the amount, on the same bank as your own, at Chelmsford, from a Mr. Arthur Barnshaw—the brother, so you told me, of the young lady you expected to marry.” («I am glad I know who Arthur Barnshaw is,” thought Philip.)) “You told_me a pretty story about * ‘nis having lent you the money out of affe tion for his dear sister, and to By Tom Gallon. g Neen keep the knowledge of your affairs from her ears. Now, Mr. Dandy Cha- ter, perhaps you'll be surprised to learn that that check has been refer- red, on account of the signature, to Mr. Barnshaw himself, and that he un- hesitatingly states that it is a forgery, and that he never drew any check fo: any such an amount.” Philip Chater, utterly at a loss what to say, sat staring at the man help- lessly. The opening of the door be- hind him, and a change of expression to something milder on the part of Mr. Isaaeson’s countenance, caused him to turn his head. A young man—at whom it was un- necessary to cast a second glance to assure him that this was Madge’s brother—had entered the room; had stopped on seeing Philip; and now came hesitatingly forward. He was younger than Philip—searcely more, from his appearance, than a year or two the senior of his sister. He waved aside the man Isaacson and said in a low voice, to Philip: “T say, old fellow—I’d like to have a word with you.” Then, as Philip rose and walked with him toward the win- dow, he added, in a low voice: “Look here, Dandy, I want to do the square thing; and I swear to you that, if I'd have known that this affair had any- thing to do with you, I should never have pressed my inquiries. But, you see, the check was made out to the order of that Old shark at the desk there, and I never guessed——now, look here, you’ve got into a hole, old boy; but I’d like to pull you out of it, if I cam. What can we do? You see, I’ve got to think, not only of you, but of Madge; it’ll be such an awful blow to her.” Philip wondered whether anything could be a greater blow to her than the sight on which her eyes had rest- ed in the wood. But he said nothing. His one desire, at the moment, was to get clear away, and to drop, as com- pletely as possible, out of the life in which he had usurped a place. As by an inspiration, he remembered that the notes he had received on the night of the meeting at “The Three Water- men” were still in his pocket. He de- termined to use them. He explained briefly to Arthur — even while he expressed his regret— that he had unexpectedly received a considerable sum of money, the pro- ceeds of some speculations, the shares in which had long lain useless. He suggested that it might be possible to bribe that worthy Hebrew at the desk. Mr. Isaacson was not at first to be persuaded; but the check being in his hands, marked “refer to drawer,” he at last agreed to sell it for the sum of £3,000. Arthur Branshaw struck a match, set fire to the tell-tale paper, and allowed it to burn down to his fingers. “That matter is done with,” he said quietly. In the street, however, a change came over him; he stood a moment looking at Philip, and then thrust his | hands into his pockets. “I don’t think I should care to shake hands — not yet,” he said. “I want to get over this.” He turned and walked away. At the same moment a newsboy, hur- rying past, shouted at the full pitch of his lungs—“’Orrible murder in Es- sex! Bank robbery in Sheffield! Weener!” Philip Chater staggered, and then’ walked on in a dazed condition. For he knew that he stood—wholly in the one case, partly in the other—respon- sible for both. ° CHAPTER X. A Body From the River. Captain Peter Quist, for some two or three days after his parting with Philip Chater, roamed about uneasily in his search for a desirable circus which might happen to be for disposal, and which might possess the addition- al advantage of having attached to ita fat lady or two who might not objeci to show themselves for a considera- tion, to a curious public. On more than one occasion he entered into ne- gotiations with gentlemen — usually hoarse as to voice and inflamed as to countenance—who appeared at first to possess the very ‘thing he wanted; whereupon “toothfuls” were ex- changed and much conversation en- sued, but investigation invariobly led to disappointment. Some three or four days of such hopeless interviewing having reduced the captain to a state of despondency, he cast about in his mind for some- thing which should restore him to his unusual condition. of placid cheerful- ness; and, having imbibed somewhat freely of his favorite beverage, and be- ing then on the outskirts of those nar- row and straggling little streets be yond the actual town of Woolwich, discovered that the river drew him like a magnet—probably from the fact of his legs being somewhat unsteady, and causing him, for that reason, to imagine that they were seagoing, in his mind. Wandering down some slippery stone steps, leading to a causeway of cobble-stones, and doing so at the im- Re Acetsy minent risk of his life owing to his condition, the captain precipitated himself on the shoulders of a little man, who was seatén on the top of a wooden post, with his chin propped in his hands, and who was gazing in a melancholy fashion at the water. The captain, having saved both himself and the little man by clasping him af- fectionally round the neck, broke into profuse apologies. And, indeed, they were necessary, for the little man— who was very shabby and had no linen that was visible, but whose whiskers had a bedraggled air of having once been fashionable—was almost speech- less with rage,and fright, and danced about on the causeway, shaking his fist and threatening—in a thin, piping voice, and with many oaths—his ven- geance upon the captain. “°’Ere—'old ’ard, guv’nor—'old ’ard,” exclaimed the captain. “This comes of gettin’ into bad company! I’m sur- prised at a man of your hage usin’ all them naughty words; w’erever did yer learn ’em, messmate? It wasn’t my fault, mistér; the steps was a slide—an’ these ‘ere stones is all bumps; an’ w’en a man comes from a slide to bumps—sudden-like—I puts it to you that ’e ain’t responsible for ’is- self. An’ I ’umbly asks yer pardon.” The little man, appearing somewhat appeased, sat down on his post again, and meditatively pulled his whiskers, glancing round now and then at the captain, as though apprehensive of his indulging in some other gymnastic per- formance. The captain, for his part, being of a peaceful nature, began to make overtures of friendliness. However, as the little man remained obstinately silent, despite all the cap- tain’s conversational overtures, that gentleman turned his attention to the boats, several of which were moored near at hand, with a man sitting near by, smoking, and keeping an eye on them. This man, as a familiar spirit, the captain accosted. KE “Nice boats you’ve got ’ere,” said the captain, casually. “Ah,” responded the man, looking the captain up and down, “the boats is all right.” “IT suppose a man might ’ire a boat, eh?” was the captain’s next inquiry. “Do you fink they’re on this ‘ere river for the kids to look at—or to per- vide me with amoosement in balin’ of ’em out?” asked the man, indignantly. The captain, meekly repudiating the} idéa that any such thought was in his mind, carried his inquiry a little far- ther, by asking if he might “’ire one for a hour or so.” “Can yer row?” asked the man, af ter a pause. “Can I what?” shouted the captain. The man coolly repeated his ques- tion, and went on placidly smoking. The captain, when he had recovered his breath, spoke with an unnatural calmness. ; “P’r’aps, my man, you takes me for an omnibus conductor,” he said. “Bring round one of them boat, an’ steady ’er | wile I gits in—will yer?” The man, seeing that the captain really meant business, knocked the ashes out of his pipe, got into one of the boats, and slowly pushed it from where it was moored until it bumped against the causway. The captain, in his delight at the prospect of being once more afloat, suddenly remem- bered the little man with the faded whiskers, who had sat all this time, absolutely unmoved, on his post. “Ere, messmate, let bygones be by- gones, an’ come an’ ’ave a blow.” He clutched the little man by the arm, in a jocular fashion, and made as if to pull him toward the boat. (To Be Continued.) From Malaria. One day a man, apparently white, came into the best restaurant in At- lanta. The head waiter looked him over and thought he had negro blood in him. In fact, he was a very light quadron. 5 “Here, you,” the head waiter said, “you are colored!” “Oh, no, I ain’t,” the man replied. “Not in the sense you mean.” “But you are mighty dark.” “I know I 4m, but that is because I am a Malay.” The head waiter was nonplussed. He looked again, and then asked sus- piciously: “What is a Malay? Where is he from?” “Why,” said the man, easily, “Ma- lays are from Malaria.” Quite a Mouthful. “But,” said the real estate man, “you shouldn’t let this bargain get away from you. Why don’t you argue the thing out with your wife?” “No use,” replied Meekley; “my wife has stubborn notions against it. The moment I opened my mouth she’d put her foot down and——” “The idea! I should think you'd choke to death.” The Modern Young Man. One day a colleague asked Uncle Joe Cannon what, in his opinion, was the main difference between the days ot his youth and the present time. “Well,” answered Uncle Joe, refiec-’ tively, “when I was a youngster, a young man was satisfied to paddle hia own canoe, but nowadays every one thinks he has a call to steer the ship of state.” Still Bitter. “Well,” said he, anxious to patch up their quarrel of yesterday, “aren’t you curious to know what's in this pack age?” “Not very,” replied the still belliger- ent wife, indifferently, “Well, it’s something for the one ! love best in all the world.” “Ah, I suppose it’s those suspenders you said you needed.” —_e_—_———— Tis better to have kissed AN IMPORTANT CASE Entire Credit to Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills. Mrs. S. C. Wellock, of 114 Cleveland Avenue, Everett, Mass., the . wife of an employe in the government works at Chelsea, says: “I had been troubled with nervous- ness for ten years and the disease kept growing on me. Then I learnod that I was suffering from locomotor ataxia. I had terrible tremblings in my right leg. which. would get -rigid and when this happened in the street I uad tu stand still until it passed away to keep from falling. My right arm felt as if a thousand needles were pricking it. The sheet touching my knee in bed -would nearly cause me to scream out with pain and both knees were so weak I could hardly stand. “I had to use a cane and be helped about by my son. Then the pain be gan to settle in the calves of my legs and the muscles became numb and quivered constantly. The cords un- der my knees seemed to be drawn up tight and the terrible shooting pains in my legs would nearly drive me in- sane. My toes beCame numb and at times would prickle as if needles were being thrust into them. My eyes be- came dull and black spots floated be- fore them. My heart was very weak. “My attention was called to Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills and I bought sev- eral boxes right away and soon felt relief. I was so pleased that I kept on taking them until they cured me entirely, and I have had no symptoms of the trouble for over a year.” Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills are sold by all druggists or sent, postpaid, on re- ceipt of price, 50 cents per box, six boxes $2.50, by the Dr. Williams Med- icine Company, Schenectady, N. Y. A booklet, entitled “Nervous Dis- orders,” sent free on request. A Good Turn. “Old Bach is a terrible grouch, isn’t he?” “The worst ever.” “I don’t believe he ever did any one a good turn in his life.” “Yes, he did, once.” “Who?” “The girl he didn’t marry.” Was of a Different Mind. Fenshaw—I hear that you are to wed Col. Swinger, Mrs. Grasse. He's a noble fellow, every inch a soldier, born to command. Widow Grasse — H’m! We'll see about that, Mr. Fenshaw; we'll see about that. A Sure Means. First New Congressman — How did you catch the speaker’s eye? Seeond New Congressman — I bor- rowed a fiver from him. Send for Our Free Harness Booklet. 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We have always since the beginning of our business, | printed a truthful statement on the packages of ‘the ingredients contained reste to (or nape “panne ie olde _ LYRE ELM IN VERMONT. Odd Shape Assumed by Tree on Farmer’s Property. Vermont is justly noted for her beautiful forests and shade. trees, and among the latter none are so grace- ful or more used for ornamental pur- poses than the elm. It is quite a common tree, growing by river banks and in fields, singly or in groups. Occasionally it takes a departure from its symmetrical form and as- sumes odd shapes, like the one in the illustration, which resembles the lyre, af musical instrument that was much used by the ancients. Lyre Elm. This tree forms part of the stone wall that through the past summer has guarded the seven-acre corn field of Fred A. Smith on the Atcherson Hollow road at Cambridgeport, Vt. When clearing off surplus trees, brush, ete., from the highway, Mr. Smith, to please the people in the vicinity who admired the tree, spared the “lyre elm,” as it is familiarly called. ODD CASE OF COMBUSTION. Rose Bushes Shipped in Wet Moss Al- most Burned Up. A peculiar case of spontaneous com- bustion, or something like it, is de- scribed by a writer in Cassier’s Mag- azine. On February 17, 1906, two large re- frigerator cars of young rosebushes were received at Hannibal, Mo., from a@ nursery in California. They were shipped in wooden cases containing numerous auger holes for ventilation and were carefully packed with wet sphagnum, or California swamp moss, to prevent chafing and to support their vitality. No ice was put in the cooling tanks, and the covers of these, as wel} as all other openings in the cars, were closed as tightly as possible. The cars were ten days in transit. The out- side temperature was 60 degrees Fahrenheit at the start and 15 de- grees at the end of the trip. Upon arrival steam was _ issuing from every crevice of the cars. Upon removing the tank covers it rushed out in large volume. The doors were opened and ice was put in the tanks; the free circulation of cold air soon cooled the contents of the cars. In unloading it was discovered that some of the upper layers of boxes were badly damaged by heat, which naturally was most intense near the top of the cars. No signs of actual combustion: were found, but this would probably have occurred in a short time had not the cars been quickly cooled. The temperature must have been nearly up to the burning point, as many of the green stems of these plants were black and brittle. Wet sawdust in large quantities fre- quently becomes very warm in the in- terior even when exposed to winter weather, in fact the lower the tem- perature of the atmosphere the hotter usually the sawdust. AN OLD BROADWAY TAVERN. Was Place of Prominence When New York Was a Village. Somewhere on the site of the great building known as the Bowling Green offices, at No. 9 and 11 Broadway, once stood the King’s Arms Tavern, says the New York Herald. Its square windows looked eastward on the Bowling Green and its grassy lawn sloped to the edge of the North river. The picture shows the tavern from the west or river side. A Mrs. Steele kept it in 1763, having moved from Broad street. She brought with her the tavern sign o: the King’s‘ Arms, and from that the house took its name. George Burns, of coffee house fame, is also said to have kept the house. Historians do not agree on the tenancy of Mr. Burns and we will let them settle the vexed question. No matter who kept the house in Colonial or Revolutionary days its place in the history of tavern sites was firmly fixed a hundred years before Mrs. Steele took possession. Nails and Apples, When our grandmothers were sick, when they were tired out, unable to work or sleep, when their cheeks be- came, hollow, began to fade and their eyes to lose their luster, they were told that they required “more iron in their blood.” Instead of swallowing bottles of medicine, containing strong acids (to hold the iron in solution), they would simply stick half a dozen or more iron nails into an apple, leave them in over night, remove the nails and next morning, before breakfast, EAT THE APPLE. This method was as a rule so suc- |cesssful, that physicians in Germany | are now recommending a preparation made from apple pulp and iron, as an excellent tonic. This only shows, that the nearer we approach nature the more apt are we to find remedies for the sick. Mr. Zaegel, established as a chem- ist at Sheboygan, Wisconsin, for the past 23 years, has given this matter of using nature’s remedies much at- tention and 1f any of our readers will write him, he will be pleased to send the names of nine roots and herbs which, when mixed as directed, have been found an excellent remedy for Rheumatism, Constipation, Backache and Catarrh. If you will mention the nature of your complaint he will also mail you a free sample of an extract he makes from these roots and herbs together with letters from people who have been greatly benefited by its use. Address your letter to Max R. Zaegel, Chemist, 162 Main Street, Sheboygan, Wisconsin. In order to get some of this extract free you had better write at once as the quantity is limited. Still Useful, Though. The editor-in-chief of “The Hughe- sopolis Gazoot” sat with his accordion plaited brow in his shapely hand. His ehief assistant looked sympathetically at him and said: “What's worrying you, boss?” “Muckraik’s plumb off his nanny— plain case of gibbering paresis.” “Too bad, too bad!” exclaimed the optimistic assistant; “but we needn't drop him from the staff. We can put him to writing the answers-to-queries column.” Whereupon the great man’s brow cleared noticeably and he rang for an office boy to arrange for carrying out his assistant’s suggestion Judge. Irremediable. Fan—I wasn’t expecting to be called on to say anything, you know, and when the president of the club asked me to make a few remarks I just went all to pieces. Nan—You remember I told you those buttons on the back of your waist wouldn’t stand the slightest strain, don’t you? Statx oF Onto, CITY oF TOLEDO, Lucas County. aie Fraxk J. CHENEY makes oath that he {3 sentor rtner of the firm of F. J. 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The Queen of Roumania, “Carmen Sylva,” exhibits a great number of miniature statuettes carved in ivory These are busts of Bourget, Loti, Ib sen, Maeterlinck and various other literary celebrities. The queen of Holland is represented by a series of cartoons illustrating the stories in the “Arabian Nights,” in the designing of which she has whiled away her leisure. The young queen ot Spain has a number of bird and flower pictures in water color. The queen oj italy, who has a passion for the sea sends several Mediterranean scenes which are remarkable for their bril liant coloring. ANNAN VY \ an DODD'S |” = ZK their rosy complexion - ——— commenter: *