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CHAPTER XVII. Marion’s Decision. Both Clement and Marion felt much happier after the interview than be- fore. It is true the shadow returned again directly he had taken his de- parture, but she no longer had any misgiving respecting is motives, and she was just a little in danger of mak- ing a hero of him. Out in the far West magnanimity was not a con- spicuous virtue. She had seen a good deal of the other thing. The ugly head of revenge was ccnstantly show- “The Shadow Between” =—— BY —— SILAS K. HOCKING. ing itself. Men cherished hate as though it were a precious thing, and hunted down an enemy with the dog- g€ed patience of a sleuth hound. Hence, considering ker upbringing, her fe of Clement was the most natural thing in the world. “He must ; she said to herself again “As he cannot touch my ather he will wreak his vengeance on 0 Now that he knows who I am his friendship turned into hate me,” and ain. will be loathin visit to Chingford fear vanished entirely. to disturb them in the room, and time passed un- But after his that No one cam drawing he to scare h . Clement was very careful not timid bird. He had been too ardent the previous day, and took care not to fall into th esame error again. Fear made him cautious, and love d his eyes. She encouraged him to talk about himself ,and he was nothing loath. She understood him better after that conversation than ever before, and she found hersel fadmiring him great- ly. He was very frank and honest, Encot ed by her smile, he opened 1 h more fully than he knew. She saw the clear signts of his ambi- | tion rising into the cloudless dome; saw his character growing and strengthening by virtue of the efforts putting forth; saw vaguely off how the loss of the father might prove the gain of the son. ‘One thing he did not tell her:. how love of had been the turning point of | his life. The time had not come for that, end yet he was impatient to speak the words that would seal his fate She looked very sweet and winning as she sat opposite him listening to his talk. No lovelier face, he imag- f uid be found in all London, and her face was the index of her real self. For a full hour the shadow nev- er once me between them, and in hour their hearts came _ very e to each other. To her his mag- animity was wonderful. That he should want to be her friend after all that I nd his had suffered through her father touched her with a sense rper cou almost of awe. It was like a bene- diction to find such a soul of ge7d- ness in the world. Human nature | was a finer thing than she had been | taught to believe. The world here end there seemed to come very near to heaven. On the 5 day, following afternoon, being they met accidentally in At least, that was Marion’s Clement kne wbetter. At t f they had not met he have felt sadly out in his cal- She had told him uncon-' y the previous evening how her jay afternoons were chiefly d drawn his plans ac- he It did his heart good to see her eyes light up with pleasure when he made his appearance. He was quite sure r V ow that she trusted him, and that s a long step in the direction he nted to go. She was a little bit shy and constrained at the first, but he soon put her at ease. A little experience had made him tactful. They talked generalities at first, but eradually and unconsciously _ their conversation became more personal. Confidence begets confidence. She told him more about her past life than ever she had done before, and he won- dered greatly that so rough a soil could produce so sweet a flower. On the following evening they met again, and he walked home with her from church. Had she been alone she would have taken a ‘bus, for the dis- tance was very considerable. Being Sunday, all the streets, except the main thoroughfares, were quiet and deserted. He kept very close to her, which she did not resent, and she showed no inclination to hurry. He fell to talking about himself again—his plans and hopes for the fu- ture. Then suddenly he let out all the truth. Whether he was wise or fool- ish, who shall say? He told himself afterwards that he could not help it, that his heart was so full that he could no longer contain himself, and that, since the truth was bound to come out sooner or later, nothing was to be gained by delay. Anyhow, he let out his secret in a few straight and earnest words. At first she seemed too astonished to speak. She contin- ued to walk by his side, but she made bo attempt to lock at him. “My love for quietly, “has changed the whole cur- you,” he went on, rent of my life. It has made a new man of me—I hope a_ better man. Whether you reciprocate it or no, I can never go back again to the old life, and I shall go on loving you for ever and ever.” For awhile there was silence be- tween them. Then she said, in a voice that was only just above a whisper, “I am very sorry.” “Sorry that I love you?” “Yes, very sorry.” “Then you cannot love me in re- turn?” he questioned, after a painful pause. “I fear that has little to do with the matter,” she answered, slowly. “Between us there is a barrier that nothing can surmount.” “What barrier?” “My father’s wrong.” “That is a thing of the past,” he said, hotly. “I have put it out of my life. It must not be allowed to come between us.” ; “We cannot help ourselves,” she said, impatiently. “God has made us free. We shape our own destiny. We are not cowards, to be ruled by cir- cumstances. We turn circumstances to our own account.” They reached the end of Chingford Terrace at length, and she stopped ab- ruptly and held out her hand to him.” “We will say good-bye here,” she said, quietly. “And you have no word of hdépe for me?” he questioned. “Think how I love you.” “You have honored me greatly,” she | answered, “and I am grateful, and I ‘shall never cease to be grateful as long as I live.” : “{ don’t want your gratitude,” he interrupted; “it is your love I want.” “If I cared for you as you say you care for me, I could give no other answer,” she replied. “Do you think I would place myself in a position to be snubbed. and scorned by your rela- tives and looked down upon by your friends? I may be the child of a gambler, but I have, I trust, some self- respect. I would rather die in a gar- ret than suffer the insults such a po- sition would bring me.” “No one should insult you in my presence,” he faltered. ~ “Please let us say no more,” she re- plied. “I respect you too much—aye, care for you too much to drag you down with the weight of my father’s sin. It is unfortunate we met; now let us go our separate ways and for- get each other.” “You may forget,” he said, bitterly, “for these things touch women light- ly, but men are made of different stuff. We do not love and forget in a day.” She raised her eyes to his face for a moment, but she did not reply. Her own face was very pale, and her lips trembled slightly. “And is this the end?” he questioned at length. “It is the end,” she answered. So they parted, and neither of them gave a backward glance. He journeyed homeward through the quiet streets, lost to everything but the sense of his own bitter pain. The very hopelessness of his love seemed “T like to hear OU: talk seal | to increase it a hundredfold. For the she said, with a pathetic smile. ; moment all the interest was taken out makes me think you will do great o¢ life, What was the use of toiling things some day. But, strong as you | ang striving and saving? The one oe, not strong enough for | thing he desired above all other things this. jand without which everything else “Then you do care for me?” he said, | was of no account, was denied him. impulsively. | It was sweet to love, no doubt, and “You may think what you like about | there was a sense in which love was that,” she said, in her frank, ingenu- | its own reward. He knew he could ous way. “It can make no. differ- ence.” “You are.mistaken in that,” he urged, eagerly. “If you care for me at all love wil grow, and if you and I love each other there is no power On earth that can keep us apart.” She smiled wistfully and shook her head. “Why should we be kept apart?” he pleaded. “From the day you passed so suddenly out of our sight my one desire has been to find you, to make myself worthy of you and win you as my wife. Now I have found you, and my desire has increased a hundred- fold. I tell you I cannot live without you.” “Yes, you can, and you will. And the day will come when you will be | thankful that I saved you from your- self.” “Save me from myself?” “Yes. You are not yourself to- night.” “Then I shall never be myself again,” he said, with a hollow laugh. “You think so now. And, believe me, I do not doubt your sincerity for 2 moment, and I marvel at your good- ness—your generosity. But some day you will look at things with calmer, more critical eyes.” “I do not want to look at with critical eyes,” he urged; laughs at criticism.” “That is because it is foolish and | blind. Time removes the scales and restores the sight; then love does not laugh—it weeps.” “Oh, Marion! Marion! You break my heart,” he pleaded brokenly. “No, no; I save your heart from being broken in time to come, and save my own heart too. If you were to yield the impulse of to-day, and I were mean enough to take advantage of your generosity, there would be an awful reckoning of sorrow later on.” “No, no; not sorrow. The harvest of love is joy.” “I have not so read the book of life,” } she answered, slowly. “God meant it to be so, I think, but the perversities of men destroy the purposes of God.” “It is the perversity of a woman in the present case,” he said, bitterly. “Think again,” she replied, in the Same even tone. “So brave and gen- erous are you that you would make me your wife.” “I would indeed,’ he answered, promptly; “to-morrow if that were possible, but as soon as ever I could provide you a home.” o “You would not take me to Maw- gan Chase?” “I do not want to live at Mawgan Chase. I rested there. I want to live here and work and win you.” “Pardon me, but that is not an an- swer to my question,” she said, with a pathetic smile. “You would not take me to your mother?” “Not at the*first, perhaps,” he stam- mered. “Mother ig proud and, in some things, unforgiving. But what does that matter? A man does not marry to please his mother.” “Your friends and relatives would not receive me when they knew.” “They needn’t know,” he urged, lamely. “That would be impossible.” “And suppose they didn’t receive you? We should have each other. I should want nothing else if I could win you.” “You know better than that,” she answered, with a tired smile. “You know you do. Life is not all ro- mance.” “Without romance it is a sorry, humdrum thing.” ‘ And then silence fell for several minutes. things | “love | never be again what he had been be- fore Marion crossed his path. His love for her had changed him, great- ened him, and broadened his whole outlook upon life. But love to be complete must be reciprocated, other- wise it is an eagle with a broken wing that flutters downward when it longs to soar. He sank into his chair when he | reached his lodgings with a long- | drawn sigh. He felt weak and tired, like one who had reached the end of a long journey, and found only sand where he had expected streams of water. There was no bitterness in his heart, as when Edith Tremayne transferred her affections to another man. The | two experiences were not to be com- CEREBRO-SPINAL MENINGITIS ‘A FATAL DISEASE OF HORSES Probable Causes of the Malady and Its Symptoms—By H. J. Milks, D. V. M., Louisiana. Cerebro-spinal meningitis in horses (s also known as staggers, blind stag- gers, sleepy staggers, bottom sickness, ete., and scarcely any section of the country has escaped the ravages of the disease at some time or other. Numerous theories have been ad- vanced as to the cause of this disease. ft has been attributed to grazing upon low, marshy places, hence the name bottom sickness. The cause also has been laid to moldy corn or fodder, poisonous plants, exposure to sun, im- pure water, etc. Mayo, reporting a very similar disease, concludes it to be due to a fungus, Aspergillus glaucus. The spores enter the circulation, find lodgment in the organs and set up in- flammatory conditions. The cerebral symptoms were due to an abscess of the brain. He has also recovered the above fungus from the different or- gans. Chester of the Delaware station has carried on a series of feeding experi- | pard, any more than the two women were to be compared. Bitter as was the pain in his heart, he reverenced Marion all the more for her decision. | He made an honest effort to put him- | self in her place. Perhaps if she loved him as he loved her she would have risked everything, but since her re- gard for him was only that of a friend, 'he could not “be surprised at her de- | cision. | His landlady brought him his usual supper of cocoa and bread and butter. He drank the cocoa, but the bread and butter he did not touch. “I shall get over it in time, I sup- pose,” he said to himsef, grimly, and 'he turned out the light and went off | to bed. “I’m glad to-morrow is Monday,” he reflected. “Work is a good antidote for most ills, and to-morrow I shall have plenty to do.” He slept heavily toward morning, | but was not very much refreshed. (To Be Continued} “HAND-ME-DOWNS. Uncle Sam May Not Go Clothing Business. The proposition to sell civilan cloth- ing at army post exchanges has not met with entire success. In the first | place there has been some protest on ; the part of clothing dealers who are in business in towns adjacent to army posts against the sale by the govern- ment of clothing. It is asserted that this is going into a line of business which is not at all contemplated by the originators of the post exchange. The military authorities do not see that there is any distinction to be made between clothing and the arti- cles which have all along been sold at post exchanges. The sales are made at little profit, with the idea that such profit will be divided among the patrons of the post exchange on a co- operative principle. The profit goes to improve the surroundings of the soldiers and to purchase extras and | other forms of comfort end means of | diversion, The difficu!ty, however, in ‘selling civilian clotiing is that it is not possible to have much: of a yaricy or to keep’ on hand % large stock of different sizes, The idea was to have the clothing handy vhen i discharged that they m'< this and so have som: when they left the post for good be sides the uniform. it is inougor that it might also serve to protec! be form and lead to so} r their own citizen’s » difficulty in adopting civ ing as an article for sais in the post exchange was that it required an ad dition to the amount ©f er iit io be allowed the soldiers who wish to pur chase such clothing. Into the Brain of horse. Note the i Kidney of horse showing degeneration right and in the center show t ments with negative results. Some even point out the infectious nature of the disease. .In the mild cases we got dullness, stupor, weakness, hanging of the head, paresis or slight loss of control over ‘one or more limbs, a slight rise in temperature, 102 to 103 degrees Fahr- enheit, often difficulty in swallowing. The visible mucosae were congested and brownish yellow. In these mild cases the weakness never became so great that the animal could not stand and usually it was able to take some nourishment and water. The more severe cases were mani- fested by the same general symptoms, often, however, the respirations were much increased and labored. In the severe cases the animals usually re- fused food, but often showed a desire for water, although unable to drink. The digestive tract was almost com- pletely paralyzed. Purgatives seemed to do little good, no matter what the dose. The hypodermic use of eserine or arecolene did not produce purga- tion, but did exhibit other physiolog- ical phenomena. The disease generally runs a rapid- ly fatal course, lasting from a few -|hours to four or five days—usually not more than three or four days. The time given by some authorities, eight to twelve days. is entirely too long, except-in cases that survive. In those eases that survived, the dis- ease attacked slowly, the animal usu- ally taking some nourishment and showed all the symptoms of a mild at- tack. The mortality was 90 per cent. or more. Treatment availed little, unless started in the first few hours of the disease, and even then prognosis was unfavorable. Although the exact cause of menin- gitis in horses and mules has never, as yet, been satisfactorily demon- strated, either in this country or abroad, it has been the opinion of Dr. W. H. Dalrymple of the Louisiana sta- tion, who has experienced several pre- vious outbreaks in that state, dur- ing both the spring and summer months, that the cause was, in some way, associated with the condition of the feeding materials—either grass or cured products, such as corn, etc.— brought about by the attack of molds or fungi; and that when a complete njection of the blood vessels. | | i | | | | “OLD COACHES TO GO. Motor Cars to Supplant “Herdic” in Washington. A curious public vehicle that runs along the streets of Washington is doomed to extinction. Congress, at the last session, provided that within a year the company operating these coaches must operate motor cars. In Washington, this form of ’bus is called a “herdic,” so called after Peter Herdic, its inventor. In the early ’80s herdic Mnes were put in opera- tion on Pennsylvania avenue and oth- One of the Old Coaches. er important streets in opposition to the horse car lines. They were well patronized, but after several years their service grew poorer and the street car lines changed their power from horse to cable and later to the underground electric system. The her- dic ceased to run on streets served by the ordinary traction lines, but survives on several of the principal residence streets. These coaches run on a regular (or irregular) schedule, and the fare, five cents, is deposited by the passenger in a box at the front of the coach after the manner of the ancient bobtail car. Still Being Built in Washington. An illicit still, one the collector of internal revenue does not know any- thing about, is being built within the traditional stone’s throw of the bu- reau of engraving and printing in Washington. That is the place where all the stamps supposed to be put upon alcoholic liquor packages are engraved and printed. This distillery is being built around a very high tele- phone pole. It will shortly be one of the most perfectly appointed distil- leries in the country. Dr. Harvey W. Wiley, chief of the bureau of chemis- try of the department of agriculture, is superintendent of the construction of it, and when the fires are started | and the properly prepared mash be- gins bubbling the pure food expert will begin making high class stuff. First, he is going to use watermelon rinds, sweet corncobs, and other things the like of which are thrown into the garbage on the farms of the country. He is going to convert the sugar in these waste products into al- cohol, which in turn will be denatured so as to make it unfit for use as a beverage. His primary object is to show how the farmer, by using garbage, can pro- vide fuel for running the farm engine —one of the internal explosion kind. Congress passed the denatured alcohol bill two years ago, but as yet the farm- | ers are not taking much interest in their privilege. Dr. Wiley intends to show them a few things. Tots Made Criminal by Law. The enforcement of the new child labor law is credited with responsi- bility for the juvenile crime wave now sweeping over Washington. The records at the House of Detention, where the boy lawbreakers are sent pending | | of the tubules. he condition to be especially good. The tubules to the change to food that was absolutely sound was made, the disease was) either. checked, or disappeared en- | tirely. 1 This, also, would seem to have been | the experience of other investi-| gators. Consequently, until the exact nature of the agent producing meningitis, as} well as a possible remedy, has been discovered, we would urgently recom- mend to stock owners, that, as soon as they observe the first symptoms of so-called “staggers,” they at once make a change from feeding materials that are at all suspicious, to those that are perfectly sound. Or, as a matter of prevention at all times, that they do not supply to their animals, or permit them to consume, food of any kind that is not absolutely sound; and free from molds or fungi. Feed Light—vVery little should be fed to brood sows, as it makes them too fat. They should be given plenty| of thin slop in which there is always valuable nutriment. Cause of Sickness.—Much sickness | among hogs is due to uncertain quar} ters, wet pens and exposure. Provide Clean Water.—Keep plenty trial, show that juvenile crime in one week increased more than 100 per cent. over the preceding week, or 75, as against 36 for the preceding week, and 32 for the week preceding that. It | is asserted that the increase in juve- nile crime is due to the large number of boys rendered idle by the operation of the new law. It is stated officially that about 500 boys have been denied permits to work, to which must be added a larger number who have been deterred from | working by their dread of the red tape connected with the enforcement of the law and the trouble necessary to se- cure permits. House of Detention officials say it may be that matters will adjust them- selves later, after the law has had time to get in good working order. Names Don’t Count. Surnames count no longer on the visiting cards of official Washington. The job’s the whole thing. Any one must have the real thing in jobs be- fore he can break into the smart set. Just where the idea sprang from no ‘one seems to know. Its development was mushroomlike. In a day, almost, the fad was on. Uncle Joe Cannon was one of its first devotees. His card would make his constituents rub their eyes in amazement. It reads simply: “The Speaker.” Admiral Dewey does not have his name on his card, either. It reads simply, in large, flowing script: “The Admiral of the Navy.” This means - thet there is only one admiral and only one navy. It’s a little hard on the senators; there are so many of them the plan of clean water within reach of your hogs at all times. will not work. Instead the senator covers himself with real distinction by leaving off his official station and ‘simply printing it so: “Mr. Fo: ce pF -