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an aga aie “The Shadow Between” = BY = SILAS K. CHAPTER XXII—Continued. “Will he get better, doctor?” Mrs. Bilkey asked, timidly. “I hope so—I hope so,” he an- swered, meditatively; “but it is im- possible to say yet what is the extent of the damage.” “Do you know who he is?” Amos in- quired is Did he not tell you?” “He’s the Rev, Tom Grayton, curate- in-charge of St. Chloe, and one of the best fellows living.” Amos stared aghast. “A parson!” he ejaculated. “Then what in the name o’ Moses was he a-doin’?” “That has to be inquired into,” the doctor interrupted. “He left St. Chloe yesterday afternoon on the tracks of another man.” The next moment Billy’s voice was heard outside calling in a loud whis- “Amos! Amos!” “Aye—what is it?” Amos asked, g out his head. ye’s thousan’s 0’ people crossin’ Penry Downs an’ comin’ this way,” he excitedly. Thousands o’ people, Billy?” Amos questioned, hobbling to the door. “Well, ’undreds and scores, how.” Dr. Bell followed Amos into the open, and a few minutes later he and Pp. C. Blight were in earnest confabu- lation. All the stragglers on the jowns gathered up after a few min- ules, and the news was quickly passed from one to the other. An hour later, not only St. Chloe, but the whole country side was ringing with the tid- ings. saic any- the Mawgans’ housemaid, who n sent into St. Chloe to make , ran nearly all the way back awgan Chase, and was so com- pletely out of breath in consequence that several minutes elapsed before she was able to gasp out what had happened. sther grew pale to the very lips. The thing she most feared had hap- pened. All the afternoon she had been in a condition of painful excitement. nad tried her best to keep her under control, but as the had be nes she would scream, so great had ome the tension. In a measure she was prepared for the ne She had been suspicious of »vins from the very first moment she looked into his eyes, and when she learned that Nevins had disappeared and that Grayton had gone after him the idea of foul play fastened itself upon her brain like a leech, and would not be shaken off. Grayton, by nature, 1 unsuspicious. He would not n of personal harm, and that fact would constitute a real danger. \ll the afternoon she had been pic- turing to herself a meeting between the two men in some lonely spot. She knew Grayton’s straightforward man- ner. He would accuse Nevins of falsehood—there would be high words —perhaps a pistol shot—and—— She put her hands before her eyes more than once to shut out the pic- ture her brain had conjured up. Yet hope lived in spite of her fears. He might have gone off somewhere to see some one who was ill, or suddenly taken into his head to go to Truro or Plymouth, or chaps he had slipped somewhere id sprained his ankle or broken his », A dozen things might have hap- pened, none of them serious. To-mor- row he might occupy the pulpit of the old parish church as usual. So hope and fear struggled for the mastery hour after hour, “and then ame the certainty. She uttered no ery. She felt as though she had been suddenly turned to stone. As soon as possible she stole away to her own room and bolted the door. She never fully realized till then how much Tom Grayton had become to her. She had admired him always. He was the one man of her acquaint- ance she could implicitly trust. She had a feeling that was never put into words, that if he made love to her, her own heart would respond in a mo- ment. But hitherto she had kept her- self well in hand. Her pride had come to her rescue. It was not seemly for a woman to think of love until it was solicited, and as yet no word had passed Grayton’s lips that could be construed into more than friendship. But now everything was forgotten save the fact that he lay wounded— »s dying, and there was no of love to minister him, and only srs about his bed. She wanted to hurry to his side. She would have given all she possessed for the privi- lege of nursing him. When the gong sounded for dinner she went downstairs outwardly calm to eat, but every mouthful threatened to choke her. “y yonder who will preach to-mor- Mrs. Mawgan said, reflectively; ly it is the most unfortunate. This is what comes of meddling in other people’s affairs.” ‘““Meddling, mother?” Esther ques- tioned, lifting her eyes slowly from her plate. Re “J call it meddling,” was the ‘an- swer. “If that girl was not sufficient- ‘ly interested im: her own possessions to look after them, I don’t see why other people should worry themselves over the matter.” “Ts not that rather hard, mother? rov sar seagate HOCKING. She could not stay here on the off- chance of her luggage drifting ashore.” “She might have deputed some one to look out for her. It is not a cler- gyman’s business to be looking after lost property.” “But if a clergyman saw a thief breaking into some one’s house, he would surely feel it his duty to raise an alarm and prevent his neighbor’s goods from ‘being stolen.” “Oh, that is quite another matter. Why did not Mr. Grayton tell Blight, and have done with it?” “Blight appears never to be about when he is wanted. But in any case it does not seem quite fair to blame Mr. Grayton until we know all the facts.” “As for that, I don’t suppose we shall ever know all the facts, unless that man Nevins is caught and con- fesses—which, of course, isn’t likely.” Esther said no more. Her mother was not sympathetic at the best of times. Her regard for Grayton was not great, while her interest in Ma- rion West was of the most tepid kind. Moreover, Esther very well knew that if her mother ever got the faintest suspicion of who’ Marion really was, such interest as she had would be turned into loathing. It was not always easy to keep back the truth. She would have liked for many reasons to make a confidante of her mother. She had felt terribly lonely since Clement went away, and it would have been an infinite relief if she could have opened her heart fully. She glanced across at the pale, set face at the head of the table once or twice, and with a little sigh held her peace. The night that followed was the longest she ever remembered. Hour after hour she tormented herself with the thought that it was all through her Grayton was suffering. It was she who had urged him to keep a watch on Nevins’ movements; it was she who first awoke suspicion in his mind. And now, if he died, she felt as though his blood would be upon her head. It seemed to her the very irony of fate that she, who would have given her life almost to have prevented this calamity, was unwittingly the cause of it, and that she, who cared for him more than any one else could possibly care, dared not even ask that she might be allowed to see him. Never did the conventions seem so galling. Never did Mrs. Grundy seem such a tyrant. As was their custom, she and her mother drove to church next morning. The place was more than usually full, every one being on the qui vive to hear the latest news of Mr. Grayton. A neighboring vicar conducted the service, and at the com- mencement of his sermon made feel- ing reference to the calamity that had fallen upon the parish, but he did not say whether the curate was better or worse, alive or dead. Esther sat rigid as a piece of mar- ble during the remaining portion of the service. It seemed a cruel thing to keep the congregation in suspense if the truth was known. As a matter of fact, however, the truth was not known. Dr. Bell had driven early to Rownskilly, but he had not returned at the time the service commenced; hence the vicar who con- ducted the service knew no more than any one else. To Esther the sermon seemed in- tolerably long, and what it was all about she had not the remotest idea. Nothing was of importance to her while Tom Grayton lay at the point of death. At length the congregation rose to sing the closing hymn, and then she noticed. the sexton mount the pulpit stairs and hand the vicar a piece of paper. Other people noticed it also, for there was a distinct lull in the singing for the remaining portion of the verse. Esther kept her lips tightly shut. She was not in the mood for either praise or thanksgiving. She felt as though her very presence in the church was a mockery. She closed her book unconsciously and laid it on the rest, and stood mutely looking at the stained glass window in the chancel, waiting for the hymn to close. It tapered out at length into a thin Amen. But the congregation, instead of bowing their heads to receive the benediction, remained erect, with their eyes fixed on the face of the preacher. The silence was intense. The fall- ing of a pin would have been heard throughout the church. Esther held her breath and pressed her hand tight- ly to her side. “I have just received news,” said the preacher, in a low, even voice, “that your dearly beloved minister is still alive; but his condition is very serious. I scarcely need ask your prayers on his behalf. I know you will pray for him, for he is beloved of you all, and it may be that God, in his mercy, will listen to our prayers and spare the life of his servant. “Of the would-be murderer nothing thas been heard. He has_ evidently “made good his escape, though it seems strange that no one appears to have seen any one that answers to his description. I trust that every one will use iis best endeavors to bring the miscreant to justice. “Let us pray.” The congregation filed slowly out of the church and stood-in groups in the churchyard and in the little square outside! discussing the sad event. Esther, in spite of her mother’s pro- tests, insisted on calling to see Dr. Bell. .She was in the mood to do des- perate things and fling conventions to the wind. Her mother remained in the ancient brougham with a forbid- ding frown upon her face. Dr. Bell came to see her at once. The Mawgangs might be poor, but they always commanded respect and atten- tion, “We have just heard in the church,” she said, speaking rapidly, “that Mr. Grayton’s case is very serious. May I ask if it is hopeless?” “Well—no—I will not go so far as to say it is hopeless,” he answered, speaking with extreme deliberation. “You see, he has several things in his favor. He is young; he has a mag- nificent constitution;. he has lived a healthy life; he has not been given to the use of alcoholic drinks. On the other hand, there is no denying that the wound is a very dangerous one. If he could have had assistance at once much might have been done, but, you see, hours elapsed, and what strength he had left he exhausted in dragging himself to Bilkey’s cottage. By that time, too, inflammation had set in——” He stood abruptly. “Then you really are* not able tc hold out very much hope?” she ques- tioned, with downcast eyes. “T never despair, Miss Mawgan, while there is life,” he said, with a smile. “No, I am not going to re- gard the case as hopeless.” For a moment there was silence, hen sheet i u -r‘lfr f cmfwyp nn then she raised her eyes timidly to his. “Is he being properly cared for, Dr. Bell?” “He is not in a well equipped hos- pital, Miss Mawgan,”’ was the ready answer. “I wish he were. Bilkey’s cottage is small and not too well ven- tilated. But we have a trained nurse with him, and another will arrive to- night. All that can be done will be done, you may rest assured of that.” “You will excuse me being so in- quisitive,” she said, with a blush. “But perhaps you will understand me better when I say that I feel myself responsible for all this trouble.” “You?” he questioned, in a tone of surprise. “I mean,” she went on, hurriedly, “that it was I who persuaded him to keep watch on Mr. Nevins’ move- ments. He had no suspicion until a few days ago——” “But surely no blame can attach to you on that account?” he interrupted. “You did the right thing, and, as it turns out you were right in your sur- mise. Mr. Grayton has told me in bits the whole story.” “He is conscious, then?” and her eyes dilated with an eager look. “Quite conscious—that is, in the main. He is a little delirious now and then, but that is not to be wondered at.” “Thank you,” Esther said, after a little pause, then turned and left the room, “Well, what have you gained by keeping me here all this time?” her mother asked a little querulously en she got into the carriage. “Not much, mother,” was the quiet reply; and then silence fell between them for the rest of the way home. (To Be Continued.) THE DESPISED AILANTHUS. Good for Lumber as Well as Shade— Its Spread in America. Among the very common trees, yet almost totally unknown, is the much despised, ill smelling ailanthus. A million dollars could not buy a board in any lumber yard. The dealer, or manufacturer of lumber, never saw it on sale and would not recognize it if seen. Yet it is a magnificent wood, resembling white ash, and capable of receiving a high polish. The tree is a native of the Molucca islands, just south of the equator, some 4 degrees, and not far from Bor- neo. Here it forms a very large for- est tree. It was brought from China during the first decade of the nine- teenth century, and has gradually spread over the United States, planted for shade only. The male trees are very offensive while in blossom, but the female trees have no such odor. The trees have a tropical appearance, spread by under- ground roots, suckering’so as to make them a nuisance on the lawn. The ailanthus has run wild in the Cumberland mountains, groups of the trees being quite frequently found where apparently the birds have taken the clusters of winged seeds for lining their nests, some of the seeds thus es- eaping them. Church, a Spree, or Both. The chief recreation of the woods: men of the Puget Sound country is to go to town on Saturday nights. As a valley dweller explained. “They’ve got money, and they just blow it in. That there is the logger style of it. There’s no places of amusement in the town. They can go to the library and sit down or go to a hotel and sit down, but that don’t suit ’em. No, they either get drunk or go to church. Some take in both.” — No Wonder. They were discussing the relative position of various countries as musi- cal centers. Germany seemed to have the most votaries, much to the evident displeasure of one. excitable Italian, who wished his own country to carry off the palm. “Italy is turning out the most musicians, and has always turned out the most,” he cried. Gott!” exclaimed a German present; “can you plame her?” Occasionally the .world lgves a lover, but more often it sympathizes with him. “Ach, |. SOME REMARKS FROM MINNE- SOTA EDITORS. What They Think of Western Cancda. A party of editors from a number of cities and towns of Minnesota recently made a tour of Western Canada, and having returned to their homes they are now telling in their respective newspapers of what they saw on their Canadian trip. The West St. Paul Times recalls the excursion of the Minnesota editors from Winnipeg to the Pacific Coast ten years ago. Re- ferring to what has happened in the interval the writer says: “Thousands of miles of new railway lines have been built, and the development of the country has made marvelous strides. Millions of acres, then lying in their wild and untouched state, have since been transferred into grain fields. Towns have sprung up as if by the wand of a magician, and their development is now in full progress. It is a revelation, a record of conquest by settlement that is remarkable.” The Hutchinson Leader character- izes Western Canada as “a great coun- try undeveloped. The summer out- ing,” it says, “was an eye-opener to every member of the party, even those who were on the excursion through Western Canada ten years ago, over considerable of the territory covered this year, being amazed at the prog- ress and advancement made in that short space of time. The time will come when Western Canada will be the bread-basket of the world. It was a delightful outing through a great country of wonderful possibil- ities and resources.” Since the visit of these editors the Government has revised its land regu- lations and it is now possible to se- cure 160 acres of wheat land at $3.00 an acre in addition to the 160 acres that may be homesteaded. The crops of 1908 have been splen- did, and reports from the various dis- tricts show good yields, which at pres- ent prices will give excellent profits to the farmers. From Milestone, Saskatchewan, there are reported yields of thirty bush- els of spring wheat to the acre, while the average is about 20 bushels. The quality of grain to be shipped from this point will be about 600,000 bush- els. Information regarding free lands and transportation will be freely given by the Canadian Government Agents, There are no restrictions in Turkey against opium. and its derivatives. Mrs. Winslow’s Soothing Syrup. for children teething, softens the gurus, reduces tn ‘ammation, allays | cures wind colic. 25cabostle Opium producing poppies are grown in many parts of Turkey in Asia. WE SELL GUNS AND TRAPS CHEAP & buy Furs & Hides. Write for catalog 105 N. W. Hide & Fur Co., Minneapolis, Minn. From the Chorus. Miss Goodleigh—I like to be helpful to people, don’t you? Dolly Footlights—My favorite stunt. For choice, helping some old million. aire avoid the disgrace of dying rich. THE SOUR MILK Cow. An Explanation the Woman New to the Country Didn’t Believe. The woman was new to the country and her host took great pains to ex- plain to her whatever she didn’t un- derstand about the farm. He had lit- tle regard for the truth, this farmer; he delighted to test her gullibility to the utmost. The cows seemed to interest her more than any other domestic animal. One of the cows had lost her tail somehow and this fact led the woman to ask why it was. “That’s the sour milk cow,” the farmer explained with a straight face. “We always cut the tail off one cow in the herd so as to get sour milk fresh every day.” The woman looked her doubt. “It’s perfectly true,” the farmer in- sisted. “You see when the cow’s tail is gone the sun shines continually on the cow’s udder and the constant heat sours the milk.” But the woman still doubted. UPWARD START After Changing from Coffee to Postum. Many a talented person is kept back because of the interference of coffee with the nourishment of the body. This is especially so with those whose nerves are very sensitive, as is often the case with talented persons. There is a simple, easy way to getrid of coffee evils and a Tenn. lady’s ex- perience along these lines is worth considering. She says: “Almost from the beginning of the use of coffee it hurt my stomach. By “the time I was fifteen I was almost a nervous wreck, nerves all unstrung, no strength to endure the most trivial thing, either work or fun. “There was scarcely anything I could eat that would agree with me. The little I did eat seemed to give me more trouble than it was worth. I finally quit coffee and drank hot water, but there was so little food I could digest, I was literally starving; was so weak I could not sit up long at a time. “Tt was then a friend brought me a hot cup of Postum. I drank part of it and after an hour I felt as though I had had something to eat — felt strengthened. That was about five years ago, and after continuing Post- um in place of coffee and gradually getting stronger, to-day I can eat and digest anything I want, walk as much as I want. My nerves are steady. “TJ pelieve the first thing that did me any good and gave me an upward start, was Postum, and I use it alto- gether now instead of coffee.” “There’s a Reason.” : Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Read “The Road to Well- ville,”. in pkgs. THEIR GLORY GONE HOMES OF FORMER GREAT MEN IN WASHINGTON. Mansions That Remain as Monuments to the Decades of the Past Now Scarce Receive More Than Passing Throught. There are but few Washingtonians who could point out the homes of i those great men who not only founded their na- tion, but laid the foundations of the capital in which they live, writes a correspondent. They still are here—those man- sions of days gone by—yet few there are who give them a _ passing thought. But what romances have they concealed, and what stirring scenes have been enact- ed around them in the country’s up- building. Those who lived in them have gone to their allotted places in the silent halls of the undiscovered country, but the masses of masonry and brick, in their quaint grandeur, remain as monu- ments to the decades of the past, and breathe out the mysteries of the times that are no more. From the time that John Smith, in 1608, sailed up the Potomac only to turn his back upon the wilderness that he found until the time that con- gress decided that the land should be the site of the nation’s capital there were few habitations in the district but Indian wigwams and log cabins. Of the latter, the most noteworthy was that of old David Burns, who sur- rendered his land to the government only after a bitter controversy, and under a threat from President Wash- ington that it would be seized if he would not sell. When the hard- headed old Scotchman conceded the money that his property brought made him a wealthy man. It was on this farmland that the White House was erected, but, in the laying out of the streets and.lots, the quaint old cottage of the Scotchman was not disturbed. In the winter evenings of the long ago the cottage was the scene of many merry gatherings of neighbors. They would sit before the crackling fire, with its hanging crane and sing- ing kettle, and, while the flames were making weird pictures, they talked of the old homes in the mother country. The graceful aspens, the whispering maples and the sturdy oaks that bent over the low roof gave shelter and shade to the sons and daughters of the yeomanry. But when the sale of the broad acres had brought wealth to Davy Burns, there came a change. The places of the plain farmers who called, in surtout and doublet, to drink their round of applejack were taken by men famous in the world’s history. George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, Alexander Hamilton and Aaron Burr were frequent visitors. The Calverts and the Carrolls were intimate neigh- bors. Tom Moore, the Irish poet, was an honored guest. It was in the Burns cottage that the poet penned his fa- mous lines: In fancy now beneath the twilight gloom, Tome, let me lead thee o’er this modern Rome.” Such a cottage could not stand throughout the centuries without its legacy of romance. The love element crept in when the beautiful Marcia Burns became the bride of John P. Van Ness, a member of congress from New York. In those days the cottage was still a mansion, with its one story, low roof and four rooms. But with the graduation of a daugh- ter from the Philadelphia schools, it was thought necessary to build an- other and a finer home, and the Van Ness mansion of the present day was the outcome of the parents’ plans. Latrobe, the architect of the capitol, designed the mansion, which cost $60,- 000—a fabulous price for a home at that time. But the old cottage was retained as an adjunct to the newer mansion by Mr. Van Ness, who, in the meantime, had become the mayor of Washington. But how the mighty have fallen. The cottage some years ago fell into alien hands, and was leased as a beer garden. The old mansion to-day people say is haunted, and on the an- niversary of the death of old Mr. Van Ness it is said six head- less horses gallop around g the home. His First Assignment. A few weeks ago a foolish mid- night. crowd in Washington got a bit out of bounds and seven riot- ers were arrested. When the two or three policemen blew into the First precinct station with the pris- oners there was a brand-new cub re- porter on his first assignment wait- ing there for all the harrowing de. tails. He took the names of the seven, their ages, places of residence, political inclinations, religious lean- ing, and a whole lot more, asked more questions than an old maid at a quilt- ing bee, and finally, strutting up to the desk sergeant, inquired, as he bent over the railing, pencil and note book in hand: “Sergeant, has the work of those guardians of the peace as- signed to this station been sufficiently meritorious or out of the ordinary to- night to warrant more than merely passing comment.in my paper?” .The desk sergeant was busy and brutal. Let us draw the veil. A SURGICAL OPERATION If there is any one thing that a woman dreads more than another it is a surgical operation. We can state without fear of a contradiction that there are hun- dreds, yes, thousands, of operations performed upon women in our hos- pitals which are entirely unneces- sary and many have been avoided by LYDIA E. PINKHAM’S VEGETABLE COMPOUND For Ue of this statement read the following letters. 2 Mrs. Barbara Base, of Kingman, Kansas, writes to Mrs. Pinkham: “For eight years I suffered from the most severe form of female troubles and was told that an operation was my only hope of recovery. I wrote Mrs. Pinkham for advice, and took Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound, and it has saved my life and made me a well woman.” Mrs. Arthur R. House, of Church Road, Moorestown. N. J., writes: “TI feel it is my duty to let people know what Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vege- table Compound has done for me. I suffered from female troubles, and last March my physician decided that an operation was necessary. My husband objected, and urged me to try Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound, and to-day I am well and strong.” FACTS FOR SICK WOMEN. For thirty years Lydia E. Pink- ham’s Vegetable Compound, made from roots and herbs, has been the standard remedy for female ills, and has positively cured thousands of women who have been troubled with displacements, inflammation, ulcera- tion, fibroid tumors, irregularities, periodic pains, and backache. Mrs. Pinkham invites all sick women to write her for advice. She has eaaae thousands to health. Address, Lynn, Mass. It takes more than an eye-opener to make the toper see the error of his ways. RHEUMATISM PRESCRIPTION The increased use of whiskey for rheumatism is causing considerable discussion among the medical frater- nity. It is an almost infallible cure when mixed with certain other ingre- dients and taken properly. The fol- lowing formula is effective: “To one- half pint of good whiskey add one ounce of Toris Compound and one ounce of Syrup Sarsaparilla Compound. Take in tablespoonful doses before each meal and before retiring.” Toris compound is a product of the laboratories of the Globe Pharma- ceutical Co., Chicago, but it as well as the other ingredients can be had from any good druggist. Everybody encourages the fads of the men who are willing to spend money on them. important to Mothers. Examine carefully every bottle ot CASTORIA a safe and sure remedy for infants and children, and see that it Bears the CM ze Signature of In Use For Over 30 Years. The Kind You Have Always Bought A word to the wise is sufficient—it he is paying for it at his end of the long-distance telephone. HEUMATISEA GHT's DIS BA ABE TESS eis