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CHAPTER VI. (Continued.) “I fear not,” was the reply. “I wonder what that will mean to me?” she questioned, as if speaking to herself. “You have lost some valuables?” “I don’t mind the clothes or the bits of jewelry. But—but the silver box was at the bottom of the trunk, and that held all the papers.” Valuable papers?” “* really don’t know. Now I think 1 suppose they would be valua- That question had scarcely oc- of it, ble curred to me till now.” Von’t you tell me all about it?” er inquired, gently, , “Oh, I'll be glad to tell you if you are to listen. But I’m so afraid of people with my affairs.” ill not worry me at all, and— > can help you in any way— Clem or myself or mother— y, we shall be only too pleased to do so.” “You are very good, and I have put you to such a lot of trouble already. Oh, I shamed of being such a bu people.” se do not say that again. We ot have done less than we have If we were savages on a des- nd we should surely show pity wrecked people.” ion papi not speak again for sev- Esther helped her s to a small sitting room on the side of the landing—she was qual to descending the stairs as could done. ert The firelight played on the chintz g of the couch and chairs, and It on the Early Victorian and brought into relief the patches in the carpet, and If in the mirror of an old- wallpaper threadbar reflected fash ed gilt console-table at the back of the room. “Oh, this is delightful,’ Marion said, sinking with a litle sigh into a cor- ner of the couch. is mother’s boudoir,” Esther od, “but it is not often used un- » one is poorly. It’s a long to the drawing room.” What a very big house you have!” Y it is big; much too big, in it has been added to n. In past generations ns were well: off.” Then she stopped abruptly and turned her eyes toward the window. Outside the wind was still soughing softly in the trees, and the rain was falling with a persistent drip, drip on the brown leaves. Marion | an to talk after awhile, and in subdued tones. sther did not interrupt her. She alowed her to tell her story in her ow way—in detached fragments; url ing up dates and places,* jump- ing from the past to the present, and then back in to the past. She hid nothing of importance save her fath- er’s 1 character. She idealized him newhat, as affection is apt to do. e dwelt on his courage and pa- tience ang gentleness. Her mother r knew. Her father had told t she was very beautiful and that » died at the time of her birth, and with that scrap of information ste had to be content. Of her hardships she scarcely They did not seem hardships Even Odero was begin- in her eyes. If her father wey You see, fect she nev her th spoke. io her now. ‘ow beautiful he had none. lad brothers or sisters he never spoke of them. He was a silent man in the main and rarely alluded to the ast Why he had sent her to England e did not know, since he was Ameri- n born and bred—at least that was her belief. But it was his wish—his last command, in fact—that she ould come. She had a letter from him to Mr, Mayhew—that, fortunately, was safe, as was also her purse; but the papers which would explain ev- erything to Mr. Mayhew were at the bottom cf the sea. “Very likely Clem will be able to help you,” Esther said, when Marion had finished her story. “J keep wondering what Mr. May- hew is like,” Marion continued, after a pause. “You see, I never heard of him till the night father died, and I cantot imagine what interest he can have in me. If I had only a brother, or a relative of any sort, I should not fee! so utterly alone in the world,” ard the tears filled her eyes again. “You must let me be your friend, viever happens,” Esther said, sym- pethetically, and she pushed her chair nearer to the couch and took Marion’s hend in hers. _ For awhile they sat in silence, look- ing at the fire and listening to the soughing of the wind. Then the banging of the door pro- claimed the return of Clement from St. Chloe, where he had been most of the day. Asther left the room after awhile and made her way downstairs. She found her brother in the library, so- lacing himself with a pipe. He rose at once when she came into the room, and pushed an easy chair for her op- posite where he had been sitting. “You look tired, Clem,” she “Have you been very busy?” w said. “Rather! Though not so busy as yesterday. I expect I am beginning te *eel the veaction.” “The Shadow Between” == BY == SILAS K. HOCKING. “You will be glad when your self- imposed task has come to an end?” “Glad? Well, yes—and—no. I’ve been awfully interested, and the hours have sped away like a dream.” “You’ve not paid much attention to your own special charge.” “How could I, Esther? you were looking after her, she’s all right.” “You will be glad to have her out of the house, I expect.” “Really, I've not had time to con- sider the matter yet. Is she begin- ning to bore you?” “On the contrary, she interests me more and more. I want you to see her,-and help her if you can.” “Yes?” “It was through you she was brought here, an@ you cannot shirk your responsibility very well, you know.” “I don’t know that I have shown any disposition to do so,” he said, col- oring slightly. “You have shown no interest in her —scarcely inquired after her, in fact. Even mother has remarked it. You might be sorry you brought her here.” “T don’t pretend to be greatly in- terested,” he remarked indifferently. “Of course, all women are obnox- ious in your eyes.” “No. You are not,” and he laughed a little harshly. “Oh, I am your sister, and don’t count. But listen,” and she told Marion’s story in as few words as pos- sible. “Well, what am I to do?” he asked. “You might advise her how to act. She will not be able to travel for some days, that is certain. In the teanwhile, should she communicate with this Mr. Mayhew?” “That is a matter she can surely decide for herself,” he said, in a tone of indifference. “Oh, no doubt!” “Besides, women will always go their own way whatever you advise them. They are so——” “You needn’t be cynical,” she inter- rupted. “Will you come and see Marion West?” “See her?” “She is in the yellow room. We are having tea together directly. You might join us. Mother has gone to call on Mrs, Parkyn.” “Then I’m to join you or have tea alone?” he questioned; knocking the ashes from his pipe. “That is just how matters stand,” she answered, laughing. He placed his pipe on the mantel- piece and began walking up and down the room. He was conscious of a distinct fluttering of the heart, and the fluttering annoyed him. He had vowed that no woman should ever in- terest him again. He had done with the sex forever. He had anathema- tized woman in the mass with the whole wealth of his vocabulary, and felt a keen sense of satisfaction in doing it. Yet now the humiliating fact was forced home upon him with irresisti- Besides, I hope . ble conviction that he was interested in a woman—that a pale, sad, immo- bile face had haunted him during the last two days and nights, that he had been curious beyond anything he had ever known before to see that finely- chiselleq face light up with the glow of intelligence, that he had wondered, times without number, what her eyes were like, He had hidden his feelings, he knew, in a pretended indifference, had simulated an unconcern which he did not feel, had fought himself dur- ing wakeful hours of the night, and had refrained from asking questions during the day; but the quickened beating of his heart indicated to him that the battle was not yet finished. “{ will drink tea with you with pleasure,” he said, turning suddenly on his heel, and he smiled in a con- fident way. “That is right, Clem.: I will order it at once,” and she got up and left the room, “I may as well face the foe first as last,” he reflected, when he found himself alone. “After my experience, I am not likely to be deluded a second time.” His first impulse was to go to his room and change his clothes, but after a moment’s reflection he decided that would be a sign’ of weakness. He was not anxious to make an impres- sion. It was a matter of indifference to him what she might think of him. Eliza came at length and announced that tea was ready, and he made his way slowly up the stairs. At the yel- low room door he paused and drew a deep breath. He was absurdly nervy- ous, and was angry with himself in consequence. He knocked timidly, then turned the handle and pushed open the door. His eyes sought the couch at once. His sister was sitting with her back toward him. Marion raised her head and their eyes met. . It was a transfigured face he saw, and for a moment he felt unable to withdraw his gaze. It was like the face he had seen before, but only as chiselled marb!e is like the living DEFECTIVE PAGE form. The eyes were open now—and such wondrous eyes! The pale cheeks were suffused with color, the rigid lips irst a Httle cpart, the wet wleys - of hair had become a ‘pillowy mass that glinted in the firelight, the heavy, brine-soaked garments had given place to lace and chiffon. “This is my brother Clement,” Es- ther said, casually. “You have met before, but under less pleasant con- ditions.” He took her hand in his—a strong firm hand—and pressed it warmly. “I am glad to see that you are much better,” he said. It was a weak and commonplace remark to make, but he could not at the moment think of any- thing better. “Oh, I am nearly all right again,” she answered, brightly, “thanks to Miss Mawgan’s care.” “Esther has the reputation of being a good nurse, I believe,” he said, hes- itatingly. “She is just splendid. I was never So waited on before in my life.” “Perhaps you never needed it,” he laughed, ang then the conversation drifted away to more general sub- jects. If Clement resolved to be on his guard, he quite forgot his resolution. Marion was a true daughter of the West, fronk, ingenuous, communi- eative, and free from all pretence. In five minutes she’ felt perfectly at home with her host, and on the whole she liked him. A little stiff and con- ventional according to her Western notions. A shade more ceremonious than she cared for. Just a trifle over- particular in the choice of his words and the shaping of his sentences, which made his speech drag a little, but on the whole he was exceedingly pleasant, and even entertaining. Clement was carried out of himself. Marion, as far as he was concerned, belonged to an entirely new type. He had never met her like before. She was So perfectly natural, so absolute- ly uncenyentional, so frank and dar- ing, and yet always so gentle and wo- manly, that he discovered an unex- pected pleasure in studying her. When the tea things were cleared away she took him into her confi- dence. Esther left them together, as she had a number of household mat- ters to attend to. Clement was all eagerness to help her. He was prepared to do anything and everything that lay in his power. He foresaw no difficulty whatever. But he insisted again and again that there was no hurry. “I can’t go tomorrow if I would,” she said, laughingly. “Behold me in borrowed plumes!” “They become you, at any rate,” he asserted. “I suppcse there is a store where near?” she questioned. “The only place dignified by that name belongs to Tommy Trelease. But I’m afraid he could not assist you.” some- “He could not supply me with dresses?” “T fear not.” “Then what am I to do?” “Clearly you will have to stay where you are for the present,” he laughed, 4 “Well, that will be great,” she ‘said, with a merry light in her eyes. “I do believe I was never better looked after or felt more comfortable.” So they talked, now gaily, now seri- ously, and the moments slipped away unroticed and unregarded. When Clement retired to rest that night he was haunted by a fresh set of questions, and spent several sleep- Jess hours in trying to find answers to them. (To Be Continued.) SHAVED WHILE TRAIN WAITED. Hurry Call From Traveler Who Didn’t Want His Card Game Stopped. Theodore A. Hoppenjon, the union depot barber, keeps a private mug for Senator Clark of Montana and various Eastern railway officials. He has been called out of bed at night to shave an eccentric patron, but he said last night that the demands made upon him by R. T. Crane Saturday night were new and decidedly inter- esting. Crane is in the implement business and lives in Chicago. He travels about the country in a private car. Saturday night the Crane car was at- tached to the Santa Fe No. 9, in- bound. As the train neared Chilli- covered that he had forgotten his safety razor when he packed for his trip to Los Angeles. Crane had the conductor of his train telegraph the Santa Fe agent here to have a bar- ber at the depot for him. The train was late and it doesn’t stop here more than ten minutes when on time. Hoppejon was notified and was in readiness with his outfit, the lather all ready made up. As the train entered the union depot at 9:25 the barber swung on the private car and had his patron lathered before the engine was stopped. Crane, sitting in the drawing room of his car, was en- joying a game of solitaire. The cards were spread about the table and the implement king did not appear to no- tice the barber’s presence. When the lather brush began to tickle his moyth Crane, without looking up, inquired: “Does the game interfere with you?” When Hoppenjon replied, “I’m here only to shave,” Crane placed the next card carefully and went on with the game. The barber finished .in five minutes, was paid by a secretary and powed out of the car. Proper Pride. Chaplain—This is your third term in this prison. Are you not ashamed to have your friends see you here? Abashed Convict—Indeed, I am. The prison is disgraceful. The reception room smells like a taproom, the cells are dark as caves, the governor is no gentleman, and the table is not fit to sit down to. Ashamed to have my friends come here? I am mortified every time I see them; but what ean J do? Truth and Quality appeal to the Well-Informed in every walk of life and are essential to permanent ingly, it is not claimed that Syrup of Figs and Elixir of Senna is the only remedy of known value, but one of many reasons why it is the best of personal and family laxatives is the fact that it cleanses, sweetens and relieves the internal organs on Which it acts without any debilitating after effects and without having to increase the quantity from time to time. It acts pleasantly and naturally and truly as a laxative, and its component parts are known to and approved by physicians, as it is free from all objection- able substances. To get its beneficial effects always purchase the genuine— manufactured by the California Fig Syrup Co., only, and for sale by all leading drug- asta. A Criticism. “The Hon, Thomas Rott dropped in on us at the Sit and Argue club last night,” grimly vouchsafed the Old Codger; “but as he was not in good voice he cut short his remarks after speaking only about two hours and a half.” “H’m!” returned Si Spry. was he talking about?” “He didn’t say.” “What FIRST AMERICAN GLASS. Made at a Factory Built by a Boston Man in New Hampshire Town. The first American glass factory was erected in the town of Temple, N. H. Washington, in his diary, speaks of glass being made in New Haven, Conn., in the year 1789. One would suppose by the language he uses that he considers it a new and quite extraordinary affair. It was nine years previous to this, and during the very war whose issue first enabled the country to commence its own manufacturing, that Robert Hewes of Boston began to carry out the project which he had long con- ceived, but had hitherto found imprac- ticable, if not impossible, under Eng- lish rule—that of making glass in America for America. In 1780 Mr. Hewes selected a site for his factory secure from the British forces (his glassblowers were Hes- sians and Waldeckers—soldiers who had deserted from the British army), and he must have had an eye for the beautiful in nature. He chose a spot on the north slope of Kidder Moun- tain, near its base. To the northwest Mount Monadnock rears his granite crown, standing like a giant sentinel; to the north, and running east, are the Temple mountains, bold and precipi- tous; ‘to ‘the east a beautiful valley holds in its embrace the towns of Wilton, Milford and Nashua, while to the northeast Joe English Hill and the Uncanernucks mountains conceal the city of Manchester. The place is now reached by a two- mile walk over an old road, long a stranger to travel other than by graz- ing cows and nature loving tourists. The stone work about the ovens and the foundations of the building are all that now remain to remind us that here was another example of the American people’s struggle for inde. pendence. WIFE WON Husband Finally Convinced, Some men are wise enough to try hew foods and beverages and then gen- erous enough to give others the bene- fit of their experience. A very “conservative” Ills. man, however, let his good wife find out for herself what a blessing Postum is to those who are distressed in many ways, by drinking coffee. The wife writes: “No slave in chains, it seemed to me, was more helpless than I, a coffee captive. Yet there were innumerable warnings—waking from a_ troubled sleep with a feeling of suffocation, at times dizzy and out of breath, at- tacks of palpitation’ of the heart that frightened me. “Common .sense, reason, and my better judgment told me that coffee drinking was the trouble. At last my nervous system was so disarranged that my physician peared ‘no more coffee.’ “He knew he was right and he knew I knew it, too. I capitulated. Prior to this our family had tried Postum, but disliked it, because, as we learned later, it was not made right. “Determined this time to give Post- um a fair trial, I prepared it accord- ing to directions on the pkg.—that is, boiled it 15 minutes after boiling com- menced, obtaining a dark brown liquid with a rich snappy flavor similar to coffee. When cream and sugar were added, it was not only good but de- licious. “Noting its beneficial effects in me the rest of the family adopted it—all except my husband, who would not ad- mit that coffee hurt him. Several weeks elapsed during which I drank Postum two or three times a day, when, to my surprise, my husband said: ‘I have decided to drink Postum. Your improvement is so apparent—you have such fine color—that I propose to give credit where credit is due.’ And now we are coffee-slaves no longer.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Read “The Road to Well- ville,” in pkgs. “There’s a Reason.” Everread the above letter? A new one appears from time totime. They are genuine, true, and full of human interest: Puzzling Situation in Construction of the Hudson River Tunnel. It is seldom that a great engineering work involving untried problems of a complicated and serious character has been carried through so quietly as was the final successful construction of the Hudson river tunnel, says the Scientific American. One of the en- gineers has recently described some very puzzling situations which arose in connection with the various “blow- outs” that occurred from time to time. One of the most troublesome of these’ occurred while the tunnel was being driven across the reef of rock which was encountered near the Manhattan shore. As the tunnel reached the easterly end of the reef the roof ap- proached so near to the head of the river that the clay became practically fluid, and caused a great deal of trouble by entering the pockets of the shield and preventing the men from passing underneath the projecting apron in front of the shield to drill out the rock. In the endeavor to stiffen the overlying bed of clay scowload af- ter scowload of material was dumped into the’ river. In spite of the artifi- cial bed thus formed the clay was still so fluid that it could not be held back by the air pressure. It was at this crisis that the re sourcefulness which is a distinguish- ing characteristic of every successful engineer was brought into play. It was decided to stiffen the clay by di- recting sufficient heat against the ex- posed material in front of the shield to actually turn it into brick, and so give it sufficient rigidity to stand up in place. To this end a series of blow- out flames, fed by two tanks of kero- sene, were directed against the ex- posed material, until it had been so thoroughly baked that it was able to hold its position until the men had drilled out the reef ready for blast- ing. The turning of the clay into brick took about eight hours, and during this time streams of water were directed on the shield to prevent it from be ing injured by the fierce heat of the blowpipes. BEAUTY SPOTS ALONG LINES. Phlox and Hydrangeas for Stations— Blue Grass for Right of Way. One of the good things for which people have to thank the railroads is the progress they are making in beau. tifying their right of way. It is the practice of the Pennsyl- vania, as Moody’s Magazine points out, to surround its passenger stations with little parks with terraces and grace fully curving paths and roadways. To care for these station parks is part of the duty of the maintenance of way department, just as it is to keep the rails and ties in good order. Flowers and shrubbery are planted in artistic plots and gardeners keep them fresh and flourishing. At a station on the Long Island rail- road, which is a subsidiary of the Pennsylvania, 600 trees and shrubs be- sides beds of phlox and hydrangeas were set out this year. For another station on the Long Island 425 shrubs and 12 trees have been ordered of the so-called perennials and evergreens. In the open country, too, far from towns, the Pennsylvania has adopted the policy of making its right of way pleasant to look at. Slopes of un. sightly rock or dirt are transformed into green terraces. Henceforth the standard roadbed, when the tracks are in a cut, will in clude the sodded slopes. Blue grass used for sodding will prevent the erosion which has given engineers sc much trouble in times past. 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This steadied the one in front and so retarded its pace that the driver was able now to creep from his own en- gine on to the runaway, put on the brake and bring it to a standstill al- most in the crowded Darlington sta- tion.—London Standard. 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