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| DANDY CHATER By Tom Gallon. CREEPER CHAPTER XVII. (Continued.) “Indeed, I don’t know—I can’t think. | I want to help him, if I can; I want to be near him——oh, you needn’t think,” added Clara, tearfully, “that [ am any- thing to him; I might have thought so once, but I know better now. This trouble has cleared my mind somehow, so that I can see things as they are. If he has been—kind—and nice—to me, ft’s only as he might be to anyone whose face pleased him.” Clara tossed her head a little, despite her tears, and seemed to suggest that she knew the value of her own charms. “With you—well, it’s different.” Madge Barnshaw thought bitterly that it might not be so very different, after all; thought of the murdered girl, and bitterly blamed herself because she could not stand aside before all the world and believe him innocent. Something of this must have been in the mind of the other girl; looking at Madge steadily, she asked, with some sternness: “You don’t believe he did that horrible thing, do you?” Madge Barnshaw with her hands and don’t know—I don’t know what to think,” she said, in a whisper. Clara turned swiftly, and began to walk away. She had almost reached the garden gate when Madge, spring- ing after her, caught her-by the arm. “You're right—and I am a coward, and unworthy of his or any one else’s love and confidence. I will believe in him—in his innocence. You make me believe. Tell me—what are you going to do?” “Tt am going to Chelmsford,” replied Clara, simply. “I want to be near him—I want to feel that I know all that is happening. For me—it will not matter; no one will take any notice of me. I can go where you could not.” “But what will you do at Chelms- 2? How will you live?” asked Clara smiled bravely, and threw up her head a little higher. “I have a lit- tle money ... no, thank you,” as the other made a gesture as if to reach her purse. “I have more than I need— and | shall take a lodging near the prison. I came here because I wanted to know—to know——” She hesita- ted, and her voice trailed off and died Wanted to know—what?” “To know if there was any—any ze you would wish to send him,” replied Clara at last, very stiffly, and with a face of scarlet. “I thought maybe that if I could carry—carry some message from you—you, who have a right to send one—it might cheer him, and lead him to think bet- ter of the world, when every one is against him. He may not—how should he?—may not think or care anything for what I may say; but you——” Madge Barnshaw moved forward quickly and took the girl in her arms. “What angel of God has put such a thought in your heart?” she whisper- ed. “I shall bless you all my life tor coming to me like this—for teaching me, out of your own simple faith and loyalty, some faith and _ loyalty, too. Will you promise to write to me di- rectly you are settled in your new lodging? Will you promise to write often to me—to claim from me any- thing you may want?” After a little further hesitation Clara Siggs promised that she would com- municate with her new friend fre- quently. And then Madge, with her arms still about the girl, whispered her message. “Tell him, if you will,” she said, “that I love him, and believe in his in- nocence; that I will believe in that— and in him—until he tells me, with his own lips, that he is guilty!” Clara promised that the message should be delivered; and, with a part- ing embrace, the two separated— Clara to set forth on her journey; Madge to pace the garden wearily, and, now that she was alone again, with a growing despair. Having only some five miles to trav- erse before coming to picturesque old town of Chelmsford, Clara Siggs first trod its streets just as the shops were beginning to set forth their wares for the day and its pavements to echo with the fall of busy feet. Rendered timid by the size of the place, and fear- ful of attracting attention, she did not care to ask the way to the goal, but wandered about until the frowning walls of the building looked down upon her. Various notices were post- ed on a door, setting forth the date of the next assizes, together with infor- mation — only part of which she grasped in her anxiety and in the many tumultuous thoughts which stirred her at the remembrance of how near she was to the place where tpe man of whom she had come in search lay. She resolved, for her own comfort and satisfaction, to get a lodging as near to the prison as possible; and, after some little search, came to a decent house in a by-street, in the low- covered her face | shuddered. “1j er window of which a card announced that a room was to be let. Her hest- tating knock at the door was answered promptly by a tall, thin, angular-look- ing woman, with very red hair and a very business-like aspect. She ap- peared to possess a_ kindly nature, however, despite her grim appearance, and civilly invited Clara to inspect the room advertised. “If I wasn’t a person as ’as bin put upon by ’er rusband,” she ejaculated, darting a scornful glance in the direc- tion of a door past which they walk- ed, “I wouldn’t never demean myselit by a takin’ a lodger. But ’avin’ a man as give me ’is name an’ precious little else, an’ whose delight it ’as bin to flaunt it on the main, so to speak, an’ who now ’as ’is mind runnin’ constant on circuses an’ fat women (w’ich is nothing else but a throwin’ of my fig- ger in my face), I should be in a bet- ter position than I now am, miss. But Peter Quist won’t deceive me with ‘is circuses—the low Turk—an’ so I tells ‘im.” They had, by this time, reached the room—a pleasant and airy place, and very simply furnished. Clara would probably have decided to take it, what- rer terms might have been asked, when she saw that its one small win- dow looked right on to the prison; but, as a matter of fact, the rent proved to be very small; and the woman, being pleased with the bright face of the girl, asked for no reference. Perhaps from the fact that she felt most desperately lonely and friendless in that strange place, Clara deter- mined that she would tell the land- lady frankly what her mission was and ask her advice. Accordingly, with many tears, she told the woman that she had come to Chelmsford in the hope of seeing or befriending a pris- oner, a friend of hers, then awaiting trial. The woman proved to be gen- uinely sympathetic, and, after a little cogitation, decided to consult her husband about the matter. “Mind you,” she said, in a voice of caution; “I’m not sayin’ but wot Quist is a bit of a fool—salt water do ’ave that effect on the best o’ men; it seems to soak through some’ow, and make ’em soft. But ’e’s got a ’eart, ’as Quist, an’ now an’ then ’e knows wot ’e’s about. It ain’t often, but we may ’appen to catch ’im at a lucky time.” Clara, willingly consenting to con- sult this oracle, and inwardly praying that he might have his full wits about him, they adjourned downstairs in search of him. He proved to be an ex- ceedingly amiable-looking man, with a heavy fringe of whiskers all round a jolly red face. The circumstances having been briefly explained by his wife, the man —np other than our old friend, Captain Peter: Quist—poured himself out, from a stone bottle, what he termed “a toothful,” and proceeded to give the matter weighty consideration. : “You see, my lass,” he said, “w’en the law ’as once got a ’old on a man an’ clapped ‘im under ‘atches, as it were, that man ’as got to go through with it, right up to the end. Might 1 venture for to ask wot your friend is put in irons for?” “Indeed, he is quite innocent,” ex- claimed Clara; “but he has been sent to take his trial—oh! I beg that you will not think the worse of him for that—for murder.” The captain whistled softly, and raised his eyebrows. ‘An’ wot might be the name of this innocent gent?” he asked, aftgya pause, “Mr. Chater,” replied Clara, in a low voice. Peter Quist upset his toothful, and nearly overturned Mrs. Quist also, in his excitement; he sprang up, and backed into a corner of the room. For some moments he stood there, making curious motions with his hands, as though warding off an attack, and looking at Clara uneasily. “Say it agin,” he said at last, in a hoarse whisper. “Wot was the name?” Clara repeated it; and the captain gradually came out of his corner, and approached her slowly. “Look ‘ere, my lass,” he said; “I’ve ’ad a shock over that there name, an’ I’m a bit upset with it. A friend o’ mine sailed under that name, an’ it proved too much for ‘im, or something did. Least- wise, e’s dead. So I don’t want noth- ing more to do with no Chaters; I'd sooner ‘elp a Smith or Jones than a Chater.” Gradually, however, the captain’s uneasiness wore away; he began to take a lively interest in the girl and in her story; and went out that very afternoon to ascertain if it were pos- sible for her to visit the prisoner, and at what hours. He returned with the gratifying in- telligence that she might go to the prison on the next morning; and poor Clara slept happily enough that night with that blessed prospect before her. The captain, too, was in better spirits than he had been for some time past— a letter having reached him through the post which seemed to promise 2 definite solution of his difficulties in regard to finding a circus at last. ‘|otathted fo tk + view of Mrs. Quist, ‘this was tot; alto-'|” be that there were no fat: ladies’ at- aithough, perhap ther ‘a subject, ‘for sorrow: : It. was. with a.trembling heart, that Clara ‘presented herself nextday at the door which the captain pointed out to her; But every ‘one'with whom. she came in contact seemed ‘willing to help her, even anxious to be of service; and she was passed on from one to the other until at last she was directed to the room where Philip Chater was actually waiting. “You'd better wait a minute, miss,” said a warder; “there’s some one with him.” The door opened at the same mo- ment, and a brisk-looking young gen- tleman came out, thrusting some pa- pers in his pocket as he did so. See- ing a young girl drawn up timidly against the wall, he stopped, hesitated a moment, and then turned toward her. “You're young for such a place as this, girl,” he said, sharply but kindly. “Are you going to see Chater?” “Yes, sir.” She was scarcely able to speak for nervousness. The young man came nearer, and whispered exultantly: “Splendid case —they’re proud of it even here. And I think we shall pull him out of it; 1 do, indeed.” “Oh, I am so glad to hear you say so, sir,” said the girl, gratefully. “Yes, I think he’s all right; I shall try everything. The only difficulty is that he’s so close about it that I can get nothing out of him. But won’t he make a lovely prisoner; we sha’n’t be able to get into court for the petti- coats!” 3 The young man walked briskly away, and Clara passed into the room. The warder who had brought her to the door, and who had stood aside while the young barrister spoke, opened the door and followed her in. Another warder, who had been lounging near a high barred window, glanced at her a moment, and then she felt her hands grasped by those of Philip Chater. “My child! how do you come to be here? Are you alone?” Hurriedly and tearfully she explain- ed all that had happened; how she had left a note at home, telling them that she was safe and with friends, and would write more fully at a later time; how she had seen Miss Barnshaw, and how she had a message for him. And, loyal and brave as she had been through everything, her heart seemed to sink deeper and deeper as she saw the brightness on his face when he heard what that message was. The warders, seeing in these two, as they imagined, a pair of sweethearts, took but little notice of them, beyond keeping a sharp eye upon them. In reply to Philip’s eager questions Clara told him of the lodging she had taken, and mentioned the name of her land- lady—and of the captain, husband of that landlady. There is a Providence in this,” whispered Philip, eagerly. He appear- ed to be deep in thought for a moment, and then turned swiftly to the girl. “I know this man Quist—a good and honest man, with whom you are sate. Say nothing to him about me, or about my knowledge of him. Now, don’t start, or cry out. Come closer to me, and listen to what I say. I shall be out of this—I must—within a few hours. My defense, my life, every- thing depends on that—and on myselt. There is some one I must find; to stay here means death—within a given time.” i “Time’s up!”-exclaimed one warder, shaking his keys. | “An instant, I beg.” He turned again to the girl. “If you could loiter near | the prison—at the back of it, so far as I can discover, each night—can you?” There was no time for anything more; the girl nodded quickly, and | was hurried away. But she went home | to her lodging with a heart beating, more tumultuously even than before. (To Be Continued.) BLIND MAN’S IDEA OF COLOR. More Like Different Sounds, With Wisma] Black the Only One Real to Him. | “Have you any conception of color?” | a friend asked a blind man. “What | idea have you when you hear colors mentioned?” “A person blind from birth, as I have been, can have no possible prop- er conception of color,” was the re- ply. “To me color is sound, or, rath- er, music. When I hear the word red, for example, I instantly think of a high, piercing note of music; blue is to me a delicately sounded note, fairly high and pleasing in tone; green is a soft tone and rather low, quiet and restful,. while yellow is lively, quick little notes, rapidly sounding and causing pleasure; al- most to laughter. Black, alas, is the only color we can realize, for we are told that that is the absence of all light, and we know only too well what that means.” SS Careful Bookkeeping. “You may talk about prompt and careful bookkeeping all you want to,” said a Boston man to the writer, “but a case came under my observation a Sunday or two ago which, I think, is without a parallel. I was attending service at.the Mount Vernon church on Beacon street, “When the contribution box was passed the worshipper sitting next to me put in a coin, and immediately took from his pockets a notebook and a pencil and made a memorandum of the amount, which I could not help seeing without turning my head around, as it was done right under my eyes. His cash account will foot up all right.” | | | Insurance against the visitations ot mothers-in-law would be popular with some men. ‘Or. Williams’ Pink Pills Cured Stub- » barn Rheumatism When Other ; Treatment -Gave No Relief. - .Dr.. 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Second Millionaire—A fund for the promotion of the forgetting of educa- tion. OVERALLS BEAT SKIRTS. Man’s Attire Better Adapted to Gar- dening Than Woman's. Mrs. Ida M. Cook, a Lynn woman, wears overalls, tills the soil, guides the plow, does carpentry work and shoots small game with the proficiency of an old marksman. A few years ago, says the Boston Herald, Mrs. Cook was obliged to give up life indoors on account of poor health. The physician told -her that plenty of air and outdoor work would restore her to her former vigor, so she started to cultivate a garden. One day when she was pulling weeds | out of the cabbage patch she tripped and stumbled on her skirt, tearing a hole in it. While going into the house to take off the torn dress she noticed a pair of her father’s overalls hanging in the entry, and the thought’ struck her that they were just the things for a woman to wear while working in the garden. 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They had it most completed, when one morning Staples went out early to work and found during the night. the earth had caved in and partly filled The Neighbors Did the Work. the well. He scratched his head a few moments in deep thought, then hung up his coat and hat on a crowbar near by, and went into the house. Soon the neighbors came to help as usual, but what was their horror on looking into the well to see it part ly filled with earth and Staple’s coat and hat near. Help was summoned, who hastened to get the dirt out te find poor Staples, dead or alive. Just as they had it almost dug out, Staples came hurrying around the corner oj the house. “Well, boys, how are you getting along? Sorry, but I was call ed away suddenly just as I started te work.” FALSE TEETH AT 16 YEARS. in North American Review Paints Gloomy Picture. A majority of the men and women of the United States will soon live in tenement-houses, says Rev. Perry S Grant, in North American Review. The cradle of the future American citizen will be the tenement. Our cities are not only filled from our abandoned farms with people who for generations have been used to the vigor of country labor; our cities are filled with aliens. We are crowding the tenements with foreigners. The American farm- er’s boy is trying to breathe in the devitalized air of the city, and the European peasant is trying to keep his health in America. Class and race acclimatization are going on at once. The farmer is bent upon becoming a factory or mercantile unit; the for- eigner hastens to become an Ameri- can. This is serious business. If you know any mill town full of foreigners you have mourned over the deteriora- tion of physique in the second genera- tion. American food, hot summers, cold winters, stuffy tenements, play the mischief with ruddy, beefy Eng- lishmen or Irishmen, or whom you will. I have been repeatedly shocked to find girls of 16 among cotton opera tives with full sets of false teeth. Writer Pathetic Note Left by Suicide. An extraordinary letter was written by a man who committed suicide, re- cently, at Chalk, Eng.: “I have striven against this for a long time. Every hour has been a fight. I take the sim- plest and surest way of getting out of a world where one is not wanted. 1 thank God that my wife and little ones are preserved from absolute want by the kindness of her friends. Where I have sown others have} reaped. It is hard to pass out of life} with all its hopes and endeavors un fulfilled, but better to release on mind of all. I want to exonerate the) man who sold me the pvison. I ob} tained it by false pretenses; the only} false pretenses I have ever made. Let| me ask my jury not to return a ver| dict of temporary insanity, but let me give them a nice, new verdict, “Want of .work.” POUTER FISH. This strange fish, which is found in the waters of the Nile, inflates itself) on the approach of an enemy. Prodigies in Fasting. 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