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i i white and searlet flowers | Reveng: BY GUY THORNE The Thrilling Story of a Mother’s Love anda woman.”—Lord Byron. “Sweet is revenge, especially to a Woman’s Hate bbb CHAPTER I. What the World Thought of the Duchess. It was a brilliant afternoon in the early summer. There was hardly a cloud in the sky; a previous day of rain had washed the grime from all the buildings of London, and the great city shone clean and white against the blue above, almost like a Southern city, a city of palaces. Outside the gates of Marlborough house there was a crowd of people, kept away from the actual entrance and shepherded by a band of good hu- mored policemen. The crowd extend- ed east up to the Carlton club, and westwards, into the open space at the bottom of St. James street, in front of the palace, The gates of Marlborough house were open, and the crowd could catch glimpses of royal grooms and attend- ants who moved about beyond the littie lodge upon the left. In all the windows those wonderful boxes of that the Londoner knows so well were bloom- ing brilliantly. The whole scene was’ ene of the utmost animation and gaicty, and the scarlet-coated sen- tinels who marched around the high walls added a further note of vivid color. Every now and again a carriage rolled out of the gateway and turned into St. James street or Pall Mall. It was the birthday of one of the little princes, who was giving a children’s garden party, and loyal Londoners had assembled to see a spectacle of. little boys and girls, bearing some of the historic names of England, being carried to and from the entertain- ment. The beautiful children in car- riages seemed instinct with the gaiety of that bright summer’s afternoon, and the sympthetic crowd laughed in sympathy to witness their happiness, and thus joined vicariously in con- gratulation to the little prince within. All sorts of great and famous people went in and out of the gates during the afternoon. Often the crowd recognized a popu- ar favorite, and there was a murmur 1 now and then rose into a cheer. An old gentleman of middle height, white moustache, and an upright car- riage came walking briskly out of the gates, holding the hand of a little boy of eight in a sailor suit. There was a rustle among the crowd, a cho rus of quick ejaculation, and then a hearty cheer as the waiting people recognized a famous soldier, the hero of a hundred fights, and his little grandson. The old gentleman, who seemed rather abashed, touched the brim of his silk hat with two fore- fingers, and trotted away down Pall Mail. For a few minutes after his de- parture nothing occurred, and then the people nearest the gates saw that a large open carriage, drawn by two black horses, the footman and coach- man in liveries of purple and peach color, was coming slowly out of the grounds. In a moment more the carriage turned towards St. James street, going very slowly, however, as the crowd had now become much denser. Upon the back seat of the carriage sat a young and very beautiful woman, wearing a bonnet of white tulle and helitrope, and a dress of soft white silk with mauve trimming, and a bunch of Neapolitan violets in her corsage, This lady’s hair was of that rare and brilliant color which resembles nothing so much as a horse chestnut fresh from the pod. Her eyes were of a deep violet, heavily fringed with black lashes, and one of the kindest and most good humored months which ever smiled a welcome completed a personality as unusual as it was re- nowned, and as popular as it was both, By the lady’s side was a little boy of some four and a half or five years of age, dressed in simple white flan- nel. Once more there was a murmur of interest. “It’s the little duke!” w some one eried; “the little duke of London and his mother. Hurrah for the little duke!” The cry was taken up and repeated, swelling in volume every moment as the crowd pressed nearer and nearer the carriage, despite the efforts of the constables to restrain them. “Isn’t he a darling?” said the women to each other as they caught a glimpse of the pretty little boy chattering away to his mother in high good humor and excitement. “And to think of him being a duke! They say he’s got two hundred thousand a year.” “And the duchess, isn’t she beautiful? She’s only twenty-seven, they say, and won’t marry again for love of her late husband.” “Look, some one’s given the little duke a flower.” + A young woman in the crowd, who | was wearing a rose in her dress, had been pressed up to the wheels of the slowly-moving carriage. With a sud- den, spontaneous gesture she snatched at the flower and held it out to the child, who looked at his mother in- quiringly. “Take it, Fitz, dear,” she said; “and say ‘Thank you’ to the lady.” The little boy scrambled to the side of the carriage and lisped out his thanks, just as a mounted policeman ahead succeeded in clearing a way and the horses began to trot. The child turned and kissed his baby hand to th egiver of the flower, and the car- riage turned up St. James street at a smart pace, amid a perfect storm of applause from all who had witnessed the pretty little incident. Perhaps there were no two more popular figures of the moment than the beautiful young widow and her lit- tle son. There was something which greatly interested the popular mind in the somewhat romantic and lonely figure of the duchess of London. The guardian of the richest peer in Eng- land, herself of enormous wealth and great personal beauty, the fact that her son was known to be a favorite playfellow of the little prince whose birthday was being celebrated that day—all these and many other circum- stances combined to make the couple who had just driven off a constant subject of conversation and regard. About half way up St. James street, just as the carriage of the duchess was driving by, two men were about to enter the door of the Cocoa Tree club. One was an elderly gentleman wearing a pointed gray beard, and dressed with singular nicety and pre- cision—an elderly dandy, with “man about town” stamped on every line of him. The other, who was clean- shaved and much younger, was also dressed in the conventional frock coat and tall hat, and his blue eyes, rather hooked nose, and firm mouth betrayed his relationship to the elderly man. They were, indeed, father and son,the elder being Sir Hercules Marriott, a retired admiral of the British navy and a very well known figure in so- ciety; the younger, his son, Capt. Basil Marrott, was alsoasailor,and one of the youngest commander in the sery- ice. As the duchess passed Sir Hercules turned and bowed. She smiled in an- swer and waved her hand, while the little duke, obviously recognizing a friend, piped out a greeting which was lost in the noise of the wheels. The carriage rolled onwards up the famous hill of Clubland. Capt. Marriott turned to his father, his brown face animated with suddén interest. He had just returned from a three years’ cruise on the North American station, and knew little or nothing of London society. “My dear father,” he said, “what a charming looking woman! Who is she?” 3 “That, my dear Basil,” said the ad- miral, with the precise manner of an earlier generation, combined with that relish in the voice which men of his stamp evince when asked for informa- tion on a social topic—“that, my dear Basil, is the young duchess of London —one of the most charming, wealthy and popular people in town.” The young man’s brown/ weather- worn face flushed a little, “We don’t see girls like that on the North American station,” he said. “What a radiant, beautiful creature! Do you know her well?” “Come into the club, my dear boy,” said the old gentleman. “We will have tea, and I will tell you all about her.” Together they mounted the stairs which led to the large room of the fa- mous club, where the shining cocoa tree, beneath which all the great wits and gamesters of the past were wont to risk their fortunes at hazard, still stands as one of the most singular mementoes of a bygone age in Lon- don. They sat down by one of the great open fireplaces in two arm- chairs of red leather, Hardly anybody was in the large, luxurious room at this hour; the traffic outside in st. James street came through the old Georgian windows in a faint and soothing hum. It was indeed an ideal time and place for confidences. A waiter answered the bell and brought them a little table with tea. Basil Marriott stretched his legs with a deep sigh of enjoyment, “How pleasant it is to be back father,” he said; “back again at the heart of things. I am looking forward to a splendid time for the next three months.” “Well, my dear lad,” Sir Hercules answered, “everybody has been anx- iously awaiting you, and I expect you will have hard work to keep all your engagements. I almost wish I were @ young man again, coming back on leave from my first command to en- joy London and all it has to offer.” “I intend to make the most of it, I can tell you,” said the younger man, his face lighting up in a frank, boy- ish smile of enjoyment. “And now then, father, tell me abut the duchess of London.” The admiral carefully poured out a cup of tea and lit a cigar before re- plying. There was nothing he loved better than such a question as this; and it was his pride to know not only the pedigree but the history of every one in society, to be a walking cyclo- paedia of the happenings of the past and also the gossip of the moment. He blew a cloud of smoke from his lips, and meditatively stroked his beard. with his left hand. “Well, of course,” he said, “she is a widow; | that even you know, my dear boy.” “Oh, well, I have heard that,” Basil answered. “Who was she?” “The whole history is singularly ro- mantic,”. Sir Hercules replied. “The duchess was the only daughter of a country clergyman who was also a baronet, the Rev. Montague Decies. His private means were small, as the estates to which he had succeeded late in life were hopelessly encum- bered, and he lived quite in a retired way in a Kentish rectory. The late duke of London—the father of the lit- tle boy whom you saw in the carriage, and who, of course, is the present duke, was a young man of the usual fast type, except that he seems to have been a little faster and more reckless than anybody of his time. Perhaps, however, that was because his position was so much greater, and he was sO much wealthier than any of the other young men of' his set. I don’t know how it was, but, at any rate, I remember quite well the time when he burst upon the town. His father and mother had died when he was young, and his minority had been a very long one. He came of age when he was twenty-five, and up till that time very little had been seen of him in society. He had traveled abroad a good deal, and though, of course, all the matchmaking mammas were very well aware of his existence, he somehow or other seemed to have been kept out of the- way by his guardians until he had attained his majority. “Suddeny, the whole of London be- came aware of him. Young, good- looking, and with an income which they say was nearly two thousand a year—enormous ground-rents all over London, you know—TI should say that the Duke was, without exception, the greatest matrimonial match in the whole of France. Of course, all the women went wild about him at once. He could have had anybody he liked, despite his reputation, which soon be- gan to be pretty bad. It was just at the time that you were off on your first long cruise, my dear lad, and I don’t suppose you heard much about it. But the young fellow filled the big house in Piccadilly with fast and fash- ionable young men of his own class. His place at Newmarket was notor- ious in turf circles, and old Lady Mac- beth told me at the time, I remember, that his Scotch place, Castle Barff, was a scandal to the countryside. Not that people didn’t ask him to their houses, whatever he did. He could have had the moon if had cried for it. And then, of course, his being a bach- elor relieved him of the necessity of entertaining anybody but his friends, and a precious crew he managed to get round him, from what I heard at the time. There was only one place, in fact, that he never went near, and that was the big mansion of Otter, in Kent, a great, gloomy pile, something like Blenheim Palace. The Duke never troubled that place, his chief seat. I suppose it was too dull for him, and one must be a reigning mon- arch, by Jove, to live in a place like Ttter.” Captain Marriott poured himself out another cup of tea and lit a cigarette. “This grows interesting,” he said. “Really, father, you know everything about everybody; a perfect walking history of modern society you are, I remember being told at school that it was said that, if all the existing copies of ‘Paradise Lost’ were destroy- ed, Lord Macaulay would have been able to repeat the whole without a mistake ; and if the Red Book, the Blue Book, and Burke were to disap- pear tomorrow, I believe you would be able to supply their places.” The admiral gave a chuckle. gratified {To Be Continued.) Porto Rican English. The English language may be stead- ily encroaching upon the Spanish in Porti Rico since our occupation of the island, but at least the Porto Ricans seem to be making some rearrange- ments of the new tongue so that it may conform somewhat to Spanish ideas. For instance, in a recent issue of a San Juan paper there appears the announcement of a “mitin” to take place at such and such a time and at such and such a place—a political “mitin,” in fact. Which, in case there are readers who are still mystified, is a good, rapid-transit version of our friend, “meeting,” arraMged to suit Spanish eyes and throats. Hornet and Humming Bird. Mr. Charles W. Mead of the Ameri- can Museum of Natural History deems worthy of record the story of a hum- ming bird which he taught to come to a saucer of sweetened water at his summer cottage in 1907. Last sum- mer, the day after the cottage was re- opened, two humming birds were seen hovering over the place where the saucer had been. The saucer was re- plenished, and one of the birds con- tinued to visit it undisturbed for near- ly three months, when a bald-faced hornet made its appearance upon the scene. The hornet chased the bird as a king bird chases a crow. After its advent the-humming bird became shy, and visited the saucer only when no hornets were in sight. Exactitude. Lawyer—And where did you go in the interim? ‘Witness—We did not go anywhere in any interim. We went in a trolley car. NORWAY. The great international ski races took place at Christiania a month ago in the presence of 20,000 people, including the royal couple and Crown Prince Christian and Prince Harald of Denmark. Oscar Mathiesen won the 500-meter run in 453-5 seconds, with O. Steen of Trondhjem second. Burnow, the Russian, was victor in the 5,000-meter race; time 8:45, which broke the world’s record. Os- car Mathiesca won first place in the 1,500 race, ss ¢ 6 A new political party was organized in Norway the fore part of March. Its name is the “Liberal Left” (Frisin- dede Venstre), and one of its primary purposes is to promote freedom of thought’ and action among the people. Former Premier Michelsen, Dr. Fret- jof Nansen and other prominent men took a leading part in the organiza- tion of the new party, which gives its prestige and promise of- future im- portance. The people are urged to support candidates who stand for the rule of the majority and who desire to advance the reform work of the state founded on the theory of the soliderity of all citizens while protect- ing private initiative and property rights. SWEDEN. The government bank at Stockholm has recently reduced the rate of dis- count from 5 to 41-2 per cent. sees Last year showed a marked increase in the volunie of the poultry industry in Sweden. The egg production in- creased by 15,000,000 eggs, and the export of eggs showed an increase of 2,500,000. es es ; The large sewer pipe factory at Ho ganas was recently burned, the loss amounting to over $30,000. The plant employed 150 men, who are thrown out of work by the fire. The com- pany has decided to rebuild at once. eee The late Stockholm banker, Axel Brerman, left property worth $800,000, besides several heavy insurance poli- cies. In his will he bequeathed the amount of $25,000 to various charita- ble and philantropic purposes. . *+ € The poor department of Gotebork has petitioned the city authorities to limit the time in which the liquor dis- penseries are to keep open during the period wien there is so much’ idleness among the laboring classes. They ask that the dispenseries be closed each week from Friday noon until Monday morning. -_ ¢ & As spring advances there is a no- ticeable improvement in the labor market. The Stockholm Separator company has lengthened its working day to ten hours again, after running on an eight-hour day for the past six months. Business generally is im- proving, and it is hoped that lack of work will soon be a thing of the past. see The city authorities of Stockholm have estimated the year’s improve- ments for the city, and find that the funds available will fall short some $13,000,000 of covering the expenses of the work planned. The city will porrow what money it needs to com- plete such work as is considered most necessary. ‘ * 2. @ The Swedish frame houses for tem- porary erection in the districts devas- tated by the earthquake in Sicily have proved very popular, and additional orders have been received by the manufacturers. The Swedish timber and workmanship has in this instance produced a superior article, and a brisk demand is the result. s 2 This year there will be two horti- cultural expositions in Stockholm in connection with the Art and Industrial exposition. The government has ap- propriated 2,000 crowns toward the ex- penses, and the dates for the two hor- ticultural exhibits have been fixed for June 11-13 and September 10-13. It is proposed to get the country as a whole to take part in these exhibits. se. @ The Swedish government has been investigating the cost of changing the railway that runs from the iron ranges jin the north to the Norwegian frontier into an electric railway. Two com- panies have figured on the contract, and both bids approximate close to three and a half million dollars for building the necessary power houses, and putting up the poles and wires. It is not yet definitely decided wheth- er the change will be made at pres- ent. ese 8 The administrator of the estate of Sven Ersson has turned over to Mora commune and Mora congregation the fsum of 58,000 crowns for the encour- ‘agement of agriculture and the_better- tment of the common schools of the ‘parish. ene 8 The prospects are that Norway and ‘Sweden will furnish the grarite for the new fortifications at Rosyth, Eng- land, as they can furnish the stone several thousand dollars cheaper than England herself. The contract calls for over $500,000 worth of the granite. IN THE SCANDINAVIAN Gleanisigs of Important News of Norway, Sivellen and Denmark, with Occasional Comments. By MARTIN W. ODLAND. H. Ekelund of Jonkoping has been experimenting with powdered peat as ja fuel for locomotive engines, and has applied to the government for. the loan of an engine on which to make prac- tical tests. Mr. Ekelund is the man- ager of the Sahlstrom factory, and is a man of wide experience. He be- lieves that the new fuel will be a ri- val of the best English hard coal. see Ingemar Finne has begun the prepa- ration of peat for the market on a large scale. He has purchased exten- sive peatlands in Smaland, and has already secured large contracts for the finished article from France, and will no doubt do a profitable business. The peat industry of Sweden is rap- idly being developed, and is bringing in rich returns from lands otherwise unprofitable, se © The notorious socialist pamphlet en- titled “Think First—Act Afterwards” is still causing no end of trouble to the police throughout the country. The pamphlet is circulated with the purpose of discouraging the young men from entering the army. The cir- culation of the pamphlet has been prohibited, and numerous arrests have been made of people attempting to distribute it. Recently in Stockholm the pamphlet was during the night scattered in various parts of the city, and there seems no way of preventing such happenings. At the same time red slips were scattered about the streets, these bearing the one sen- tence, “Refuse to Enlist.” DENMARK, By far the most important news from Denmark this week is the report that Iceland is now in open revolt against the Danish government, and demands complete independence. A dispatch from Copenhagen says: Denmark’s dependence, Iceland, has finally gone so far in its campaign against domination by the Copenha- gen government that it is today prac- tically in a state of rebellion. There has been no actual violence, nor is a test of physical strength really con- sidered likely. Nevertheless, there is. no certainty that one will be avoided. The difference between the home and insular governments are not of a nature to admit readily of compro- mise. In view of the fact that two- thirds of the members of the Icelandic althing support*the demand for what amounts almost to independence, and that Premier Neergaard of Denmark has told them, they will have to take a good deal less or nothing at all, it is evident that there is not much pros- pect of surrender on either side. The struggle is not in its early stages. The althing has already open- ly defied Denmark. The home govern- ment has always claimed the right of appointing Iceland’s chief minister, and at present the post is held by Premier Haffstein, a Dane. The Ice- landers announced a preference for a choice of their own, and, when disre- garded by Premier Neergaard, called on Haffstein to resign. The latter re- fused, and the althing promptly elect- ed Bjoern Jonsson, a newspaper edi- tor at Rejkjavik, the Icelandic capital, and leader of a party which favors ab- solute separation from Denmark, to the office. The althing’s action amounts to the establishment of a provisional govern- ment, which the Danes refuse abso- lutely to recognize. Negotiations are in progress between Copenhagen and Rejkjavik looking toward an adjust- ment of the difficulty. Failure to ef- fect a compromise would naturally be followed by a move on Denmark’s part to enforce its authority by the dis- patch of troops to the disaffected island. Messages from Copenhagen say the Danish government does not considey, this likely to become neces- sary. No agreement, however, is in sight. Denmark’s offer to Iceland—the bill recently laid before the rigsdag in Copenhagen—includeq the following provisions: That Iceland should be an insepara- ble part of the Danish empire. That the king of Denmark should change his title to king of Denmark and Danes in Iceland should enjoy equal rights. That the Copenhagen government should contiuue to decide questions of foreign policy and national defense, but that the Icelanders should have full control of home affairs. The Icelanders are divided into three parties—a majority in favor of the severing of all ties between the island and Denmark except that of nominal allegiance; a minority which favors absolute insular independence, and a still smaller minority which urges acceptance of Denmark’s offer. An international book thief was re- cently captured in trying to dispose of some valuable books to Upsala uni- versity, stolen from the Leipzig, Ger- many, uniyersity library. It was found that he also had in his posses- sion books stolen from Goteborg na- tional library. He had as an accom- plice a young English woman. Cuba will produce about 1,400,000 tons of sugar this season, an estimate based upon the prospect for excellent spring weather, according to Consul Rodgers of Havana. ,TWO YEARS OF FREEDOM. |’ No Kidney Trouble at All Since Using Doan’s Kidney Pills. Mrs. J. B. Johnson, 710 Wee St., Co- lumbia, Mo., says: “I was in misery with kidney trouble, and finally had to un- dergo an operation. Idid not rally well, and began to suffer smothering spells and dropsy. My left side was badly swollen and the action of the kidneys much disor- ws dered. My doctors said I would have to be tapped, but I began using Doan’s Kidney Pills in- stead, and the swelling subsided and the kidneys began to act properly. Now my health is fine.’ (Statement made Aug. 1, 1906, and confirmed by Mrs. Johnson Nov. 16, 1908.) Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box. Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. Then the Joke Was on John. An Englishman and a colonel of the United States army were present at a Fourth of July celebration. The band began playing “Yankee Doodle,” and the Englishman, not being in the spirit of the occasion testily asked: “Is that the tune the old cow died of?” “Oh, no, not at all,” retorted the colonel, “That is the tune the old bull died of.” HUMOR BURNED AND ITCHED. Eczema on Hand, Arms, Legs and Face—It Was Something Terrible. Complete Cure by Cuticura. “About fifteen or eighteen years ago eczema developed on top of my hand. It burned and itched so much that I was compelled to show it to a doctor. He pronounced it ringworm. After trying his different remedies the disease increased and went up my arms and to my legs and finally on my face. The burning was something terrible. I went to another doctor who had the reputation of being the best in town. He told me it was eczema. His medicine checked the advance of the disease, but no further. I finally concluded to try the Cuticura Reme- dies and found relief in the first trial. I continued until I was completely cured from the disease, and I have not been troubled since. C. Burkhart, 236 W. Market St., Chambersburg, Pa., Sept. 19, 1908.” Potter Drug & Chem. Corp., Sole Props., Boston Don’t Blame the Man. She — They’ve just been married, you know, and he kisses her every morning at the door when he is leay- ing. He—Of course. She—I suppose he’ll stop that as soon as the honeymoon’s over. He—He’ll have to. She won’t go to the» door with him after the honey- moon’s over. PATENTS. List of Patents Issued Last Week to Northwestern Inventors. Reported by Lothrop & Johnson, patent lawyers, 910 Pioneer Press building, St. Paul, Minn.: J. Day, Du- luth, Minn., spirit level; S. T. Fergu- son, Minneapolis, Minn., culvert pipe; R. EB, Flyberg, Halstad, Minn., auto- matic pistol; J. H. McCord, Pierre, S. D., match box; N. C. Sprague, Minne- apolis, Minn., envelope; P. E. Sund- quist, Albany, Minn., cutter bar; G. I, Willett, Ree Heights, S. D., post hole auger. 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