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“The Shadow Between” == BY =——— SILAS K. HOCKING. CHAPTER XXIII. (Continued.) “Oh, very good,” Evans replied, “If I am mistaken, I beg yardon. It really does not matter > whether I take your side of the I's side.” What do you mean by taking her side I have very little doubt that the box containing the documents can be d. The salvage men are com- operations already. Besides, wild coast ships go all to »s after a time and their contents hore. To be on the spot and a certain trunk, should it chance up, would place one in the of having the trump card. as your moral scruples are a ich that you have no desire to make any profit out of the affair, I will not trouble you any further,” and he tur don his heel and took a step toward the door. ord Richard hesitated for a mom- but only for a moment. The situa- tion was too interesting to have it down without further parley. Moreover, he felt that the role of mor- purist did not fit him in the least. conscious that Evans saw ough him—that he came to him owing well the kind of man he was. need not be in such a hurry,” d blandly. ”The situation you e up is a very interesting one. should like to hear it more lained.” > the necessity,” Evans “T understand you > to take advantage of rance; that you would er she possessed the property than it yourself.” I did not say so much,” he stam- ed uneasily “Wealth. and posi might endanger a girl brought up as she has been.” They might. While fifty thousand pounds to you would be a godsend.” clain fon lowever closed ou had “[ admit it. I don’t deny that I'm hard up—beastly hard up for a man in my position.” “Then am I to understand you are illing to discuss a straight issue without cant or pretence? For, if not. I am going to waste no more time with you.” You seem to have become mightly all at once.” Lord Rich- ependent 1 “Let me hear your umbled ition.” That you pay me the sum of two housand pounds on the day I place the silver box containing the missing jocuments in your hands. But of what use are the missing uments to me ans swore angrily. “I thought we I yne with cant,” he said. “Any- yw the box will be worth more than two thousand to the girl,” and he in for the door. “No, no don’t be precipitate,” Lord Richard — said, pleadingly. “I want naturally to see my way through the tangle. The sea may never give up its treasure.” Which is not likely in the present instance; but if it doesn’t you will not have to pay for it.” : And suppose I decline to entertain suggestions?” shall make friends of the girl— all.” But if the box never turns up?” avits from the other side the purpose of keeping made Sworn affid: may answer you out of the property if the girl doesn’t get it.” You say at present she does not know who she is.” i “Hasn't the remotest idea, and, s more, unless you are a—well— re a different man from » you to be, she need never what It know And if she be no litigation?” 2 Who is to oppose your claim? Mayhew is dead—peace to his ashes. If | am your friend I shall, of course, say nothing to the girl.” “You would rather serve me?” “J would,’ Evans answered, prompt- ly: but he was careful not to give the reasons for that choice. His two hours’ interview with Marion West had convinced him that he had noth- ing to gain from her. “Perhaps you will give me until to- morrow morning to think over the matter?” With pleasure.” ‘hen, to-morrow morning at 11 o'clock, 1 will see you again.” Evans bowed, and, without another word, took his departure. Two days later Evans found his way t. Chloe, where, as Mr. Nevins, he \as, as we have seen, am object of some curiosity as well as of suspicion. never knows there will CHAPTER XXIV. Dreams and Memories. For a good many weeks Lord Rich- ard’s feelings had alternated between hope and fear. The more he had con- templated the possibility of supplant- ing his niece, the stronger had grown the desire for possession. He had be- come impatient of delay. Already he had caused a paragraph to be inserted in the daily Press to the effect that news had reached England of the death of the only daughter of the late Lord Edward Grovely. It seemed to him a very needful preliminary, and he was very gratified to find that it had excited no remark or question. The longer it went without contradic- tion the stronger would be the pre- sumption in the eyes of everybody that the report was true. He argued to himself that in claim- ing his brother’s estate he would have to assume that his niece was dead, and that it would be her business to prove that she was alive; failing to do that, the property would become his by default. Mr. Evans strongly objected to this preliminary proceeding, and in a care- fully worded letter told him so. Lord Richard resented the letter, and yet he feared the man. He knew that By- ans was playing entirely for his own hand, and that he would sacrifice ev- ery friend he had in the world to gain his own ends. Lord Richard’s chief anxiety now was to get the silver box with its con- tents into his own hands. He would never feel quite safe until the evi- dence of his niece’s identity had been destroyed. If the Nebraska had foundered in deep water, he would not have worried himself five minutes over the matter, but the Beetles were so close to the shore that any day the coveted article might be cast up by the waves. He heard from Evans at least once a week, and every fortnight he sent him a five pound note, according to agreement. He begrudged those notes exceedingly. He sometimes feared that Evans did not care how long he remained at St. Chloe so long as he got his wages regularly. Every now | and then he got news of this article and that being washed ashore, and oc- casionally Evans sent him a cutting from the local press confirming the news he had sent by letter; but the coveted cowhide trunk still remained in the embrace of the great sea. He hoped that Evans was playing his cards cautiously. From what he could gather by his letters, Marion West was taking no interest in her submerged property, and, to all ap- pearances, had given it up as hope- lessly lost. She had never been seen in St. Chloe since she went away, and nobody seemed to know what had be- come of her. That being so, Evans’ task would be comparatively easy in case the coveted trunk should by any chance drift ashore. That Evans himself knew where Marion West was Lord Richardson had little doubt. He assumed—though incorrectly in the present case—that Evans was too as- tute a man to let her go for long out of his sight. So the weeks slipped away and grew into months, and then came the newspaper paragraph which filled Lord Richard with the keenest anxiety. There was little doubt left in his mind that Evans was the guilty party, but the reporter’s hastily written lines in- dicated no motive for the deed. Why should Evans stab the curate out on a lonely moor four or five miles away from St. Chloe? What were they doing there? What possible ground of quarrel could exist between the two men? Lord Richard stared hard at the fire, and furrowed his forehead into end- less wrinkles in trying to find an an- swer to these perplexing questions. That there was a reason for every- thing he knew. Also he was quite sure that Evans—cunning and con- scienceless as he was—would not go to the length of stabbing a man un- less he was driven into a very tight corner. What had happened to them? Lord Richard got out of his easy chair and proceeded to the cloak room, where he donned ‘his overcoat and hat, and made his way by the shortest cuts to his home. i Evans might turn up at any mo- ment. He might even now be at his house waiting for him. Lord Richard walked much faster than was custom- ary with him, and arrived hot and panting, to discover that no one had called during his absence. The rest of the day he spent main- ly in scanning the columns of the vari- ous editions of the evening papers, but nothing of importance was added to what had already appeared. The problem remained unsolved, and Lord Richard spent an anxious and a rest- less night in brain-racking but fruit- less speculaticns. ._The next morning’s papers, how- ever, threw a considerable amount of light on the matter, though Lord Richard’s mental tension remained unrelieved. The local reporters had evidently pursued their investigations with great diligence. They had inter- viewed Mrs. Dyer and Mrs. Tamblyn, the respective landladies of Neyins and Grayton. They had made an ex- haustive search of Penry Porth, and gave minute descriptions of the arti- cles found in and around the rifled trunk. They retailed the story of Ma- rion West, or such of it as was public property, and enlarged on the mystery of the silver box. They descrjbed the scene on Penry Downs when Nevins, with the stolen treasure in his posses- sion, was faced by ‘the “resolute: and in nt curate, and finally:they eave ‘2 détailed account of what’ the ‘police “had jdone in the ‘hope. of effecting ‘the = ‘}arrest ofthe criminal. i Lérd Richa with a very white and troubled face. It was as clear as a sunbeam hy ans had bungled the thing horribly. All this publicity would mean the res- toration of the box to its rightful own- er, unless—unless—— And Lord Richard ran his fingers through his scanty hair and began to pace restlessly up and down the room. “Suppose the fellow should escape and make his way here,” he said to himself, “what am I to do? If he were tracked it would be terribly serious for me. If the box were discovered in my possession, what excuse could I make? “But he'll not come here,” he said to himself, after a pause, and his face brightened. “‘He’ll hide his treasure somewhere and return at a later day. He may be caught, but if he is the box will not be in his possession—he is too cute for that; and I don’t think he will mention my name in the case, for that would cut off all chance of future help.” Nevertheless, for the rest of the day, and, indeed, for many days after, Lord Richard remained in a condition of the most painful apprehension. What had become of Nevins was a problem that baffled everybody. All the rail- way stations were watched, all the seaports inspected, ali the coast- guardsmen received instructions, while in every hamlet and village descrip- tions were posted of the man’s height and weight and general appearance; but nothing came of it all. To the in- finite chagrin of the police, Nevins proved himself more than a match for them all. Marion West received the news quite philosophically and with appar- ent unconcern. She had never set much store by the contents of the sil- ver, box, and was quite convinced that if it were restored to her it would make no difference to her worldly circumstances. Her interest in it was chiefly sentimental. She was sorry to lose it; she would be glad to have it back again, partly because of a very natural curiosity and chiefly because it was part of the small dowry left her by her father. But that it had any intrinsic value she did not believe. The news came to her by special messenger. Clement Mawgan had not sufficient courage to take her the news itself. Much as he longed to look into her eyes again, he could rot face another rebuff. So he packed the letter received from Esther into a strong envelope and dispatched it in the way indicated. Marion read Clement's brief coyer- ing ncte first, and the color on her cheek deepened quite perceptibly. Then she quickly devoured Esther’s long epistle. For some time after she sat staring into vacancy. There were a good many other women in the room —some writing, some reading, somg sitting idly with their hends folded in their laps, some indulging in conver- sation. But Marion saw no one, heard nothing that was said. Her thoughts were back again in the past; not the distant past—the events that stood out most vividly in her memory were comparatively recent. Clement’s few kindly and diffident lines moved her almost more than the tragic story told by Esther. She was quite sure that she had spoken the right words to him the previous night, and yet she could not help feeling a little sorry that she had been com- pelled to speak them. The Fates were very unkind. She admired Clem- ent immensely. All her memories of him were pleasant. She had seen so much of the rough—not to say coarse —side of human nature out in the far West that to be brought into contact with a refined and educated English- man was like coming out of a desert into a richly cultivated country. His very reserve touched her fancy. His graceful way of doing things—the ab- sence of fuss, the easy nonchalance, the quiet deliberation—all had their effect on her. (To Be Continued.) ichard laid down his ‘paper As Near as He Dared. A couple of city men were playing golf when they saw an old gentleman looking at them wistfully. They ask- ed him to join the game, which he did with alacrity. He was mild in speech and manner and played well. But once when he had a foozle he ejacu- lated vehemently the word: “As- souan!” A few moments later, when he had made another bad play, he ejaculated: “Assouan!”” The fourth time he said this one of his new made friends said: “I do not want to be inquisitive, but will you tell me why you say ‘assouan’ so often?” “Well,” said the old gentleman, “isn’t that the biggest dam in the world?” He was a Presbyterian clergyman. “The Law.” Parents of Wayne, a suburb of Phila- delphia, are required to report prompt- ly any case of contagious disease, in compliance with the regulations of the local board of health. In accordance with Health Officer Leary post card recently: “Dear Sir: This is to notify you that my boy Ephraim is down bad with the measles as required by the new law.” this order, received this Don’t Abbreviate. Pupil (reading)—And his body was infriend, “that you will. have a spa- cious er Pompey the Great. Teacher—With what? Are mad? Pupil—Well, it ses here “With Great Pomp,” but you told me last week that I wasn’t to ’breviate when I was read in’, so I read it out full. you SEEMED Wi A Dangerous Case of Kidney. Com- plaint and How/It Wag Checked. — Mrs. Lucy Quebeck, Mechani¢ St., Hope Valley, R. I, says: “Eight years ago I contracted se- and my back began to ache continually, Every day it seemed worse. The least pressure on my back tortured me, and I could not stoop with- fe out a bad twinge. The kidney secretions passed irregu- larly with pain, and I bloated badly. My head swam and spots flitted before my eyes. One doctor said I was in- curable. However, I found prompt re- lief when I started using Doan’s Kid- ney Pills, and the troubles I have re- lated gradually disappeared.” Sold by all dealers. 50c a box. Fos- ter-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. Why Not? “This,” said the teacher to her class of small atithmeticians, “is a unit. She held up a pencil. “This book is a unit, too,” she said. “And these are units.” And she showed them a ruler, a flower and an apple. Then she peeled the apple, and holding up the peel, said: ‘‘Now, chil- dren, what is this?” Silence. “Come, you know what it is,” she urged. Little Bill’s hand went up slowly. “Well, William?” said the teacher. “Pleathe, ma’am, the skin of a unit.” BREAKS A COLD PROMPTLY The following formula is a never failing remedy for colds: One ounce of Compound Syrup of Sarsaparilla, one ounce Toris Com- pound and one-half pint of good whiskey, mix and shake thoroughly each time and use in doses of a table- spoonful every four hours. This if followed up will cure an acute cold in 24 hours. The ingre- dients can be gotten at any drug store. A Lucky Bird, An Irishman tried to shoot a spar- row with a very old musket. He fired. The bird with a chirp or two flew away unconcerned in the oreground, and Pat was swiftly laid on his back. Picking himself up, and shaking his fist at the bird, he exclaimed: “Be jabers, ye wouldn’t ’a’ chirruped if you’d been at this ind of the gun.” PATENTS. List of Patents Issued Last Week to Northwestern Inventors. Reported by Lothrop & Johnson, patent lawyers, 910 Pioneer Press building, St. Paul, Minn.: J. P. Block- er, Larimore, N. D., coffee urn; F. W. Gerhard, Redfield, S. D., card index tray; L. G. Herrick, Luverne, Minn., fertilizer distributer; F. W. Kohagen, Marcy, Minn., railway spike; C. J. Zillgitt, Fairmont, N. D., automobile draft attachment; T. N. Roach, Min- neapolis, Minn., pump level; A. W. Salokar, New Brighton, Minn., fly es- cape. Way of the World. “I understand the Neweds are hav- ing trouble,” remarked the spinster boarder. “Some people take her part, and some others side with him.” “And I suppose,” growled the scanty-haired bachelor at the pedal extremity of the mahogany, “there are a few eccentric people who mind their own business.” Important to Mothere. 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Persons. in search of solitude are in fact constantly flocking here from the four quarters of the globe.” FARGO TANNERY RECEIVES HIDES And skins for tanning to harness leather and robes. Robes lined, hides bought, leather and_robes for sale. Send for price list. Fargo Tannery, Fargo, N. D. A Suggestion. The Mistress—Jane, the dishes you have been putting on the table of late were positively dirty. What have you to say about it? The Servant—I think, ma’am, that you ought to get colored dishes. They won’t show the dirt at all. We buy cream. Write desk No. 3 for. The Crescent Creamery Co., St. Paul. Plain Speaking. He—“I want to make a simple little request.” rices, | onge eveny onv.o| WHITE HOUSE CHINA HISTORICAL COLLECTION IN EX ECUTIVE MANSION. vere kidney trouble} To Gen. Theodore A. Bingham of New York Is Chiefly Due Credit for Preservation of Beautiful Specimens. There is nearing completion in the White House at Washington one of the most interest- ing historical col- lections to be found in the country, writes Abby G. Baker in the Century. It is a collection of presidential ware largely composed of pieces of china, put also contain- ing a few pieces of plate—begun by Mrs. Roose- velt soon after she became mistress of the famous old mansion. The inception of the collection was almost by accident. While Gen. Theo- dore A. Bingham, now police commis- sioner of Greater New York, was su- perintendent of public buildings and grounds at Washington, a_ position which entails supervision of the White House, he found that there was com- paratively little of the china or the plate left which had been used through the administrations of the va- rious chief executives. Before his appointment as superin- tendent he had served as military aide to our American embassies at both Berlin and Rome, and while there had noted the veneration and care be- stowed upon the royal residences and their belongings. It did not take him long to discover the painful lack in that regard in the president’s house. Meeting the writer of this article one day in the early summer of 1901, he asked her why she did not write a “story” on the presidential china in the White House and awaken inter- est in it that would lead to its preser- vation. “If somebody does not do that pret: ty soon,” he added, energetically, “there won't be any left to preserve.” Mrs. Roosevelt has always taken the greatest interest in everything per- taining to American history, and she saw that it lay within her power to preserve at least specimens of the historic ware. She designed two cabi- nets and had them placed in the low- er east corridor of the mansion, where they could be inspected by all visitors, and then asked the writer to come to the White House and select the pieces of china which should be placed in the cabinets. While this work was being done the new state dining set which Mrs. Roosevelt had ordered for the White House arrived and, including the pieces chosen from it, eight shelves were filled with china which was used during the administrations of Lincoln, Grant, Hayes, Arthur, Harrison, Cleve- land, McKinley and Roosevelt—a shelf to each administration. The china selected by Mrs. Roose- velit for the state dining set could not be in better taste. It is Wedgwood and is decorated in a simple Colonial pattern in gold, with the obverse of the great seal enameled in colors on each dish. There are over 1,200 pieces in the set, and to accompany it she ordered 144 pieces. of glassware. A dinner platter, dinner, breakfast, tea and soup plates, with a tea cup and a coffee cup and the saucers, were selected from this set for the collec- tion. Neither Mrs. McKinley nor Mrs. Cleveland ordered much china for the executive mansion, but plates and cups and saucers of their selection were placed in the cabinets. The plates se- lected by ‘Mrs. Cleveland were exquis- HEALTH VERY POOR RESTORED BY PE-RU-NA. Catarrh Twenty-five Years--- Had a Bad Cough. Miss Sophia Kittlesen, Evanston, IL, writes: “I have been troubled with catarrh for nearly twenty-five years and have tried many cures for it, but obtained very little help, “Then my brother advised me to try Peruna, and I did. ‘My health was very poor at the time I began taking Peruna. My throat was very sore and I had a bad cough. «‘Peruna has cured me. The chronic catarrh is gone and my health is very much improved. “I recommend Peruna to all my friends who are troubled as I was.” PERUNA TABLETS :—Some people pre- fer tablets, rather than medicine in a fluid form. Such people can obtain Peru- na tablets, which represent the medici- nal ingredientsof Peruna. Each tablet equals one average dose of Peruna. Manc-a-lin the Ideal Laxative. Ask your Druggist for a Free Peruna Almanac for 1909. Poor Aim. At one of the windows in a certain fair the principal performer was a knife thrower who made a specialty of throwing knives all around a lady into a board at the back of the stage. The partner of the artist was mid- dle-aged, stout and—well, very plain, and when she came on the audience gasped, They had not thought it possible for any one to be—well, so plain afd live through it. The man arranged her to the board, and at the critical moment threw the knife. It flew through the air and struck quivering in the board. Voice from the Back—Great Scott! You’ve missed her! Hard on the Messenger. Tommy had been spanked by M Manners, his first grade teacher, but his next teacher had not reached the point where she felt she could do jus tive to him in spite of all his naughti- ness. “Send him to me when you want him spanked,” said Miss Manners one morning, after her colleague had _ re- lated his many misdemeanors. About 11 o’clock Tommy appeared at Miss Manners’ door. She dropped her book, grasped him firmly by the hand, led him to the dressing room, turned him over her knee and admin- istered punishment, When she had finished she said, “Now, Tommy, what have you to say?” “Please, miss, my teacher wants the ite Wedgwood and Minturn patterns, | 8°issors,” was the unexpected reply. and one of the odd flag design bonbon dishes, used first at the Cleveland state dinners, was also included on the Cleveland shelf. Mrs. Harrison was very artistic in her taste, as well as patriotic, and she greatly desired to have the gold- enrod adopted as the national flower. When she found that she would have to order some new china she designed the decoration for it, combining the goldenrod and leaf with the Indian corn and stalk. On each piece this design, with the coat-of-arms of the United States and a rim of golden stars, was emblazoned. In addition she selected many pieces of cut glass, and they also bear the coat-of-arms. Grandson of Lafayette. Viscount Charles de Chambrun, sec- ond secretary of the French embassy, is one of the most interesting person- alities among the younger men in so- ciety. He is a grandson of Lafayette and was born in Washington. The Jate Count de Chambrun, his father, was a French refugee who settled in Washington 40 years ago, where three sons and a daughter passed their ‘childhood. The elder brothers, of Vis- count Charles de Chambrun boih mar- ried American women, the ‘sister and ‘cousin respectively of Representative ‘Nicholas Longworth, son-in-law of President Rooseveit. Rootless Cactus in Desert. A rootless cactus is to be found in the deserts of California. It is a round, compact growth, and rolls about the level floor of the desert for eight or nine months She—“Everything you do is simple.” LIVING ADVERTISEMENT Glow of Health Speaks for Postum. It requires no scientific training to discover whether coffee disagrees or not. Simply stop it for a time and use Postum in place of it, then note the beneficialeffects. The truth will appear. “Six years ago I was in a very bad condition,” writes a Tenn. lady, “I suf- fered from indigestion, nervousness and insomnia. “I was then an inveterate coffee drinker, but it was long before I could be persuaded that it was coffee that hurt me. 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