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x eae CHAPTER XiV.—(Continued). On the second Sunday in February he got his reward. He sat under the gallery on a line with the pulpit. The building was crowded. The wide gal- Jery opposite him seemed ready to overflow into the arena. Even the | gangways were full. The congregation stood up to sing the first hymn. Clem- ent raised his eyes from his hymn book, and almost directiy opposite him | was Marion West. For a moment or two he was in doubt; her head was bent a little, and the brim of her hat threw her face into shadow, but when | ai jength she lifted her eyes and be- gan to sing all doubt vanished, and for the next hour and more he was nscioys Of nothing save that Marion vas a and before him. } He kept hoping that she would turn her eyes in his direction, but she was foo intent on the service and on the preacher. During the sermon she scarcely moved her head. Fot him- | seif he heard nothing. The preacher might be very eloquent—probably he or there was a wonderful still- | s in the plaas. He was too intent | en watching Manion’s face to give o what the preacher said, ervice ended at length. He rion move into the gangway | in to mount the steps. Every- | seeme danxious to get out of the | atmosphere into the fresh air, was much pushing and jos- | consequence. Clement lost > in elbowing his way through it wd. In the vestibule he stood | back from the converging streams and waited. The gallery people surged down the stairs in‘a compact mass. fits heart began to beat uncomfortably a moment or two he would vr face light up with surprise— perhaps with pleasure. He had great difficulty in holding himself in check. How slowly the moments passed! Why was she so ong in appearing? The stream of people got thinner, then suddenly ! ceased to flow. What was the mean- iug of it? Where was Marion? tfe learned later that there was an- from the gallery. He was ~rribly disappointed, but there was help for it. He waited till every- had disappeared, then turned h dejectedly towards his home. He sat up later than usual that He knew he would not sleep ent io bed. His brain was in a his heart-sore with disappoint- Nevertheless he was able to ct a few large grains of consola- tion from the events of the evening. no light matter to have the assurance that Marion was alive and well and in London, Also she did not look unhappy. For a full hour he had watched her face closely, had marked | the play of every emotion in her eyes and on her lips, and had detected no aigu of suffering or distress. This was a great load lifted’ from his mind. He had so often dreaded the worst that he was ready to fall on | his knees and offer thanksgiving, aim but for the poignant sense of disap- poimtment at having missed speaking to her he might have done so. After the remnants of his frugal: sup- per had been cleared away he lighted his pipe and tried to make himself courfortable in what had once been an | yy chair. | in spite of his disappointment there { was a delightful thrill af exhilaration in his heart. In any case, he reflect- | ed, Marion was not far away from him. i¢ he had seen her once the chances were he would see her again. Most likely she attended the same church y. They were bound to meet or later. He would constitute himself her protector. , She would learn to lean upon him and trust in him. Friendship would in time ripen into affection. His own deep love would kindle her’s. He would plead his case with so much earnestnes that she would not be able to resist, and then— Well, after that would be the millennium. fie let his pipe go out several times, so intent was he on following his fan- cies. That night he dreamt he had been made archbishop of Canterbury, and that he had appointed Tom Gray- ton to be his private chaplain. During the next two or three days time passed very slowly. He was im- patient for Sunday to come again. He had formed. any number of plans for waylaying Marion on her, way to or from the chureh—had almost decided on the form of words he would use when they met. vents, however, have usually. a tantalizing way of upsetting all our calculations. He was coming out of a second-hand book seller’s shop in H6l- born on Thursday afternoon when he almost collided with her. ‘The meet- ing was so sudden and unexpected, so unlike anything he had anticipated or pictured, that not ong of his prettily- ‘balanced speeches fitted the occasion. Of the two, he was the more complete- ly taken by surprise. In her frank, : candid .way Marion expressed at once the uppermost feel- ing in her heart. “Oh, Mr. Mawgan,” she exclaimed, ‘how glad I am to see you!” The next moment-her face fell, and the light went out of her eyes. “Not so glad as I am to see you,” he protested, eagerly. “T have been look- no bod fa rent ft was = BY SILAS K. HOCKING. | before you were born. for ing all over for weeks.” ~ . “Why bave you looked for me?” she asked. a wondering light coming into her big, luminous eyes. “Why? Oh,. for .a;dozen reasons,” he answered, lamely. “But cannot we go somewhere and haye a. tall?” “But why should you want to talk to me?” she asked, the warm color mounting to her face. “I am your en- emy, the daughter of the man who robbed you. I belong to the race yeu London you 1 would like (o strangle——” “Please don’t,” he interrupted, and his face became drawn with pain. “It | was unguarded and foolish speech. I did not mean it—I did not know what. you felt it. Down at the bot- tom of your heart you must fee® it still.” “No, no,” he protested. “I do not feel it. Should I have come to Lon- don—should I—— Oh, pardon me. Let us go to some place where we can talk quietly.” “Why talk? Why rake up the bit- ter past?” she asked, quietly. “There can be nothing but pain in remember- ing. You hate my very name!” “No, no; you mistake me utterly. I do not want to_rake up the past. I want to forget it. Neither you nor L are responsible for what ,happened It is of the before yo uwere born, It is of the present I want to talk, and the fu- ture.” “Neither my present nor my future can be of any interest to you,” she said. ‘‘Nor yours to me,” “Surely you cannot mean that, Miss West,” he said, slowly and solemnly. “Have the events of last November passed so completely out of your mind? Does no pleasant memory of Mawgan Chase—of my sister—linger in your heart?” It was ber turn to protest now. Her eyes filled with tears in a moment and her lips quivered. “You must not talk like that to me,” she said, humbly. “I cannot bear it. I would lay down my life for your sis- ter—for—for you even. You were all so good to me. But that makes the burden all the heavier. and ashamed when I look into your face.” ‘s For a moment or two he did not speak. He saw the barrier as clearly as she did, and he saw no way of re- moving it. They had been walking slowly tod- wards Oxford street, and neither of them realied how far they had gone. Suddenly she stopped and her face became hard and set. “We may as well say ‘good-bye’ first as last,” she said, speaking rapidly. “Let it be now and forever. Good- bye, and God bless you,” and before !he could recover from his astonish- ment she had turned on her heel and had almost disappeared in the crowd. CHAPTER XV. A Talk by the Way. Clement was by her side in a mo- ment. The thought of losing her again stirred all the latent passion and energy of his~ being. “You must not leave me in this way,” he said. “You shall not. [have a hundred things to say to you, and I will not let you go until you have heard me.” She paused and glanced up into his face with a look of surprise in her eyes. She had never heard him speak in that tone of authority before. He seemed to reveal all at once all at once a new side to his character, aud her liking. for him proportionately in- creased. His masterfulness awoke a chord in her heart that she hardly knew existed. “Well?” she questioned, and smiled unconsciously. “It is cold in the street, I know,” he said, “and noi easy to talk. Besides, you look tired. Why not let us turn in here and have a cup of tea?” The temptation proved too strong to be resisted, though she still made a show of opposition. “I do not understand you a little bit,” she said, in her frnak Western way, “and I am not prepared to take any responsibility.” very she He laughed almost boisterously, and |. the next moment the doors of a pala- tial tea room swung open _ before them. He led the way to a quiet corner where they could talk undisturbed. She sat opposite him, wondering greatly. She could not understand his energy—his passion. She could not understand herself. She felt as though her will had passed out of her con- trol. She was by no.means sure that she was doing a wise or prudent thing. “t had a letter from my sister a few days ago,” he said, abruptly, and then a waitress interposed for his or- der. I am humbled | | | | “The weather has been very stormy.| round the Corntsh coast,” he contin- ued, a moment or two later, “and the Nebraska appears to. be breaking up.” She became interested in a moment. “Yes?” she questioned, leaning slight- ly forward. bs | it is just possibl iS vou ‘may "yet recover | your lost property.” ¢ “The salt water will have spoiled everything by this time,” she said, with an absent look in her eyes. “I understood you had some yalu- ables?” i" “There is the silver box, of course. It would be a satisfaction to get it back, though,I fear its contents are not of very much value.” i “They may be of very considerable ‘value. Your father seemed to attach importance to them, at any rate.” “Yes,’ ‘she said, absently; and her thoughts went back in a flash to that wild night when her father lay dying on the floor of a gambling saloon in Odero. “Yes, he mentioned particu- larly the silver box.” : “Tf, it comes ashore you will soon hear of it. Esther is tremendouly interested.” “Mr. Evans was very much interest- ed, I remember.” “Who is Mr. Evans?” “Oh, he was confidential clerk, or something of the kind, to Mr. May- hew. I discovered him when I was in Exeter. It was from him I got to know about my father’s life in Eng- land. He told me a great many things.” “But he was able to give you no as- sistance?” “None at all. He did not seem to be particularly well off. He could not understand, he said, why my fath- er had consigned me to the care of Mr. Mayhew. Mayhew was. an old bachelor, and not a particularly agree- able person at the best. I sometimes think that perhaps everything has hap- pened for the best.” “How did you discover this, Mr. Ev- ans?” “Mr. Pinder mentioned him. He said he had been with Mr. Mayhew as a boy, and that if any one could give me information he thought Evans was the man.” a “And you say he was greatly inter- | ested in the story of the silver box?” “Greatly. «Just as.you are,” she laughed. ‘tHe asked me no end of questions as to its size and shape, and wheter my trunk was in my state- room or in the hold when the vessel went down, and all that, you know.” “Do you think he knew more than he chose to tell you?” “No, I don’t think so. He could have no interest in keeping anything back.” “Perhaps so, Only there is a mys- tery somewhere, and one would like to get to the bottom of it.” “Better let it sleep. My father, as you know, was not a good man, though he was, on the whole, very kind to me. You told me just now you did not want to rake up the past.” “I do not want to rake up anything that would give pain to you or that would mar our friendship.” “What we know can never be buried or forgotten,” she said, with averted eyes. “Ah, if we could only put into a box some of. the things that have been and bury them in the unremem- bering sea, we might dream of friend- ship—to talk of it now is foolishness.” “I do not think so,” he answered, promptly. “Why should you pay the penalty of what your father did? Why should I suffer because my father was unwise?” “I cannot answer as to the why or wherefore. But you know:as well as I do that there is no escape from an irrevocable order. We have to pay the penalty whether we will or no.” “In ‘some things, yes. But this is a matter that really rests with our- selves. If we have the grace or the courage to put our pride side, what ig there to hinder our being friends?” “Could you put your pride aside?” “Kasily. “Could your mother?” “T cannot answer for her.” “Does she know who I am?” “No; I think not.” “You had not the courage to tell her?” (To Be Continued.) ROTHSCHILD MARRIAGES. Remarkable Number of Unions Be- tween Cousins Belonging to the % Family. The founder of the Rothschild family, Mayer Amschel of the Red Shield, dying in 1812, exhorted his five sons, engaged as loanmongers under him in Frankfort, Vienna, London, Paris ‘and Naples, not only to remain faithfnl to the law of Moses and stand ever united, but to undertake nothing of importance without first consulting their mother, Nathan, founder of the Londgn branch, also was so convinced of the business capacity of his wife, a Cohen, that he not only left tlie huge residue of his fortune at her disposal, but, says the Ladies Realm, added instruc; tion that his sons were to engage in no undertaking of moment without her consent. How far the instruction was observ- ed one is not in a position to say, but it is certain the Rothschilds have done Wtheir best to live in family unity, for from the gentile point of view the number that have married cousins is appalling. Of the five children of the great Nathan each married a cousin. And, coming to contemporaries, Lord Rothschild is the son of cousins and the husband of a cousin. ing to Nathan, ‘the Sidonia of “Con- ingsby,” though his offspring married cousins, a reaction followed in the next generation, for three of his grand- daughters, two of whom have been already named, married not only out of the family, but out of the faith. No Enjoyment. “So he doesn’t enjoy the sg “No; he can’t lock the door, stay in for two hours and prevent the other boarders from using the ocean.” 2 Return- |’ Thoroughly pulverize and _ sift enough good garden soil to fill two flower pots of the same size. To get the same amount of soil into each pot it should previously be weighed or carefully measured. Plant several kernels of corn in one pot, water both, and set them aside for the corn to grow. Whenever water is applied to the pot containing the corn an equal amount should be applied to the other pot, in order that both soils may be packed alike. When the corn is two or three inches high get two lard pails just large enough to take in the pots to their rims. Mark on the outside of the pails the depth to which the pots will extend on the inside, and at To Show that Plants Absorb Moisture from the Soil. a point one inch aboye each mark make a dent which can be distinctly seen on the inside of the pail. Now fill each pail with water up to the dent, water both pots thoroughly, and set them in the pails as shown in the figure. Set both pails and pots in a warm, light. place so that the corn will continue to grwo. The next day remove the pots, and you will prob- ly find that the water is not up to the derits. What has become of it? From a previous experiment you will prob- ably conclude that the soil has taken it up. From an eight-ounce graduate pour into one pail just enough wa- ter to bring it up to the dent again. Make a record of the amount neces- sary to do this. Fill the graduate and bring the~ water in the other pail up to the dent. Again record the amount of water used. Repeat these operations daily for two or three weeks. Find the total amount of water added to each pail. You willprobably find that the pot con- taining the corn has taken up considerably ,more water than the other pot. To Show That Plants Give Off a Part of the Mois- ture Absorbed from the Soil. “TO ABSORB MOISTURE | F PLANT Tests Which Show How They Take Up and Give Off Water: i Why? Was there any place for the’ water to escape except through the soil and the corn? How much water did the corn use? What became of this water? The next exercise will show what became of a part of it. Take a plant that is well started in a tomato can or flower pot, a piece of cardboard, and a glass tumbler or jar large enough tothe cover the plant. Cut a slit in the cardboard and draw it around the plant as shown in our illustration. Seal the slit with pitch, wax or tallow so that no moisture can come up through it from below; coyer the plant with the, glass and set it in a warm, sunny place.: Moisture, will condense on the inner surface of the glass, Where does it come from? Is all the moisture absorbed by the roots given off.in this way? How can you find out? Why do plants need water? To determine the best depth at which to plant corn take an olive bot- tle about eight inches high, or other similar glass vessel. Fill it with gar- den soil to a height of five or six inch- es from the top, put in a kernel of he side of the bot- tle, put in another inch of soil, then another kernel of corn, and so on until the bottle is full, arranging the kernels _ spirally. Moisten the soil, wrap the bottle up to the neck in black paper or cloth, and set it in a warm place. Prepare other bot- tles in the same way, but plant in them beans, peas, and some small seeds, such as those of radishes, onionsand lettuce. By taking off the wrappings and looking at the seeds daily you ean not only de- termine the best To Show the depth at which to Depth at Which plant different to Plant Corn. seeds, but make many interesting observations regarding the rate of ger- mination, how the little plants push out of the ground, whether they take the seeds up with them or leave them behind, etc. Take careful notes and try to determine whether large or small seeds should be planted deeper, whether the roots or the little plants are formed first, whether the plants ever show a tendency to start down or the roots up. SHRUB WITH A POSSIBLE FUTURE Leaves of the Ilex Cassine-Yaupon Cassena Make a Good and Healthful Drink. This is a shrub or tree according to the locality in which it is grown. It is said to reach its greatest devel- ‘opment in the river bottoms of east- ern Texas. It is a handsome ever- The leaves are three-quarters of an inch in length. The flowers and fruit afe in the axils of the leaves. The berries are red and very pretty when in contrast with the green. The Jeaves have a peculiar intoxicating "TEN YEARS OF BACKACHE. Thousands of Women Suffer in the is Same Way. Mrs. Thos. Dunn, 153 Vine St., Columbus, Ohio, says: “For more than ten years I was in misery with back- ache. The simplest housework completely exhausted me. I had no strength or ambi- tion, was’neryous and suffered headache and 4 dizzy spells. After these years of pain I was despairing of ever being cured when Doan’s Kid- ney Pills came to my notice and their use brought quick relief and a perma- nent cure. I am very grateful.” Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box. Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. * |New York Overlooked. During the 118 years in which we have had a national house of repre- sentatives it has never had a speaker who was born in New York city. Night Sweats & Cough. E. W. Walton, Condr.'S. P. 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Why, young man, I can tell what kind of a fish it is by the way he bites. Now, there’s an eel; he kind 0’ makes little bits of pecks at yer line, and then he takes hold and swims away with your line, sort o’ easy Ifke. Then there’s the pike; he, sucks yer bait, an’ ye can’t hardly feel him pull. An’ then there’s the perch; he takes hold right away, and swims off like a streak.” “And how does the bream bite?” in- terrupted the young man. “Oh, he monkeys around a whole lot, and then he takes hold all of a sudden and swims away down stream. I knowed right away when this fellow took hold he was a bream. I knowed right away when this fellow took hold he was a bream. I never made no mistake. - Just then the old man’s catch came to the surface. It was a cast-off boot! yeaa “THE PALE GIRL.” Did Not Know Coffee Was the Cause. In cold weather some people think a cup of hot coffee good to help keep warm. So it is—for a short time but the drug—caffeine—acts on the heart to weaken the circulation and the re- action is to cause more chilliness. There is a hot wholesome drink which a Dak. girl found after a time, makes the blood warm and the heart Dak., I have used considerable coffee owing to the cold climate. As a re- sult I had a dull headache regularly, suffered from indigestion, and had no ‘life’ in me. “I was known as ‘the pale girl,’ and people thought I was just weakly. After a time I had heart trouble and became very nervous, never knew what it was to be real well: Took med- icine but it never seemed to do any good. “Since being married my husband and I both have thought coffee was harming us and we would quit, only to begin again, although we felt it was the same as poison to us. “Then we got some Postum. the effect was really wonderful. My complexion is clear now, headache gone, and I have a great deal of en- Well, jergy I shad never known while drink- ing coffee. “I haven’t been troubled with indi- ‘gestion since using Postum, am not property, and were used by the In’ dians under the e of black drink, both as a medicine and as a drink of etiquette at their councils. The leaves have been analyzed and found to contain a small amount ot | caffeine, the principle that makes cof- fee popular. The thought naturally rises: veloped to give us a domestic substi- tute for coffee? ‘ “Could not this tree be de- } nervous, and need no medicine. We have a little girl and boy who both Jove Postum and ‘thrive on it and Grape-Nuts.” “There’s a Reason.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Read, “The Road to Well- ville,” in pkgs. Ever read the above letter? A new one appears from time to time. They are genuine, true, and full of human interest.