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| 4. Revenge BY GUY THORNE The Thrilling Story of a Mother’s Love = anda woman.”—Zord Byron. “Sweet is revenge, especially to a Woman’s Hate CHAPTER I!.—Continuea. She stopped, swung round, and un- consciously raised her left hand a lit- tle—not as though to ward him off, but as if to compel him to attention. ichael,” she said, “you make me answer you; you force me. I did not wish to answer you. You must never ask me any question like this again, if I answer you now. Proniise!” Hig whole tall body shook like a poplar tree in a wind; little beads of perspiration sprang out upon the lean, brown face; the great blue eyes blazed with pain, and yet triumph also, “Ab-h-h!’ *he said. “It will be unhappier for us both, since you have made me say it,” she answered. “Life will be sadder for both of us. But you have asked me. What can I say but what you know? My answer to you is, ‘Yes! I could give you nothing. I have a high duty to perform—God has laid it upon me, the world imposes me, and I will do ft till I die’” He bowed his head. “I know,” he replied, in a low, deep voice. “I know now what I but half believed, yet longed to know. And now, my love and my lady, my duchess, the guar- dian of a duke, it is at an end; it is at an end! Until you bid me come to you, you will never hear one word of love from me. Yet, though the whole of my life seems finished and done with, the service of my life is but beginning. Here and now I j myself to your service and to rvice of dear little Fitz, the son you love. I do it in the old way, duche I kneel, I pledge myself.” » walked up to him, stood over him and looked down for a moment pon his bowed head. There was a tense silence in the room. Neither of them spoke. It was not a moment for words. At length he rose. His face was very white, as hers was also. They faced each oth- er in the manner of two people who had passed through an hour that was dark and terrible—they bad passed through it. It was over’ Once more both wore their masks. > that’s all right, dear Michael,” with a sweet ripple of “We understand each oth- ael, don’t we? Yes, yes, it’s ell right, and I accept your fealty. in the old days a famous knight was content to enlist under the banner a duke, and I, a sort of poor dow- duchess, accept what you offer. well, then, Sir Michael Grant, id I are pledged together to the duke of London.” “Pledged together,” he said, serve the duke of London!” “Well, then,” she answered, light- ly, “I think we had better go and see {he duke before Aunt Augusta finds us again.” “Oh, Aunt Augusta!” he answered, catching her mood. “Yes,” she replied. “‘Oh, Aunt Au- gusta!’ Now, Michael, let us go and see the dear little chap. He will be fast asleep, but we can look at him. Come along.” They went out into the hall. No- body was there now, in the great gleaming place with its soft lights and shot colors, but one sleepy foot- man, who was sitting by the side of ye “to the swing doors which opened in from the outer lobby. “Come along,” the duchess said again, with a high silvery tinkle of laughter; and, gathering up her train in her left hand, she sped up the broad stairway followed by the young man, who mounted as airily and gracefully as she. Laughing and talking together, they went halfway round the gallery, push- ed open a door and entered a long corridor. At the end of the corridor were swing doors of green baize, which opened into that part of the ho @ reserved for the little duke. ey went through them, the young nother with a light upon her face, and opened a deor upon the left, They came into a great room fur- ned @s a nursery. Upon the walls was a pattern of paper depicting hunt- ing scenes in vivid colors; a fox gen- erally getting the better of both hounds and huntsmen, and, repeated half a hundred times in different squares, crouching upon the roof of a thatched cottage and smiling derision at the stupid dogs and mortals who fought for him below. It was a king- dom of toys—toys waiting for their little patron, toys set against the wall till morning should come and they be in use again. The electric lights shone softly. There was nobody in the nursery. “Oh, I've told Alexander,” the duch- ess said, with a little impatient move- nent of her harg—‘“I’ve told Alexan- der so often that when Fitzroy is asleep somebody should be in this yoom—one of the other two girls. The little chap might wake up, you know, Michael, and get frightened and call for some one. Now, it seems, there is nobody here at all.” ‘Never mind,” Grant answered. “Hi all right.” “That’s all very well, Michael,” she replied; “but when I give orders I: like to have them obeyed.” “Give me an order now—or, rather, give me a pass into the holy of holies. Take me in to see little Fitz asleep.” “Come along, come along,” he said, with a brilliant look look at him. “Oh, you privileged young man—to see my boy asleep!” They crossed the nursery and opened the door into the little duke’s room. It was quite dark. “Hush!” she said to Michael at the door, putting her finger on her lips. “This is more disgraceful than ever. We always have a light going for the boy. Wait a minute until I find the switch.” She had put her cool hand upon his wrist, and he quivered at that contact, There was a little click, and a rose- shaded light faintly illuminated the bedroom. “Hush!” she said again. “Walk quietly to his cot. For heaven’s sake don’t let’s wake him up. He’s been so terribly excited today.” Michael not only heard her whis- per close in his ear, but felt her warm breath. Once more he trem- bled, once mor ehe gathered himself together anq tried to forget. “Where's the cot?” he said. “He was two yards behind her, when she turned round as if on a pivot, and with a smothered cry in her voice. “Go to the wall,” she said. down the other switch.” He did so. Then her cry became louder. “Why, he’s not there!” she said. “Fitz isn’t there!” It was empty. The bedclothes were in disorder and the baby duke was gone! “Empty! Gone! Great heavens, who has stoien my darling from me?” “Pull CHAPTER lil. Peril in a Great House. The night nursery was now flooded with light. It shone upon the bright walls, paneled in white with thin beadings of china blue, upon the fiow- er pattern of the carpet, the dress- ing tables, the nurse’s bed, the cot— the empty cot. There was no doubt about it all— the little duke was not there. The duchess stared at Michael Grant, her face suddenly grown white; and he looked back at her in equal amazement, “I thought you said Fitz was asleep,” he stammered, hardly know- ing what he said. Suddenly the duchess wheeled round with a quick, imperious move- ment. Her face flushed up until it was scarlet with anger, Alexander or Hobson has dared,” she said, clenching her hands and stamping upo nthe carpet with her little black satin shoe, th ediamond buckle flashing like white flame as she did so—“Alexander or Hobson has actually dared to take him out of the room.” “Surely Alexander wouldn’t do such a thing,” Grant said—he knew the re- spectable, middle-aged head nurse very well. “She wouldn’t dare.” “Then it must be Hobson,” the duchess answered, quickly. “Ring— ring the bell, Michael.” Michael ran to the wall and pressed an electric button. Both waited in silence, an Ominous light of anger ; growing brighter and brighter in the mother’s eyes. The door between the night and day nurseries was open, and suddenly they heard some one enter the farther room. The duchess swept into it, and Michael followed her. One of the un- der footmen stood there, the man whose especial duty it was to attend to the nursery bell. “Where is Alexander? Where is Hobson?” said the duchess, in a hard, angry voice. ‘His grace is not in his cot.” The man looked stupidly at her for a moment. “T don’t know, your grace,” he be- gan, in a hesitating voice. “I’ve not been rung for at all. Mrs. Alexan- der is generally taking supper in the housekeeper’s room at this time. Hob- son is usually here, your grace.” The duchess did not answer the man, but turned to Grant. “Come with me,” she said, and hastened from the room, her silk skirts swish- ing as she went, her steps full of an- gry forcefulness. Michael followed a little uneasily. He rather wished he had not come to see the boy now. This sudden and harsh ending to the momentous events of the evening seemed all wrong and out of the picture; he hated rows and trouble, and he knew that there was going to be very big trouble indeed for some of the un- lucky upper servants of the mansion. He followed the duchess into the gallery once more. She crossed it hurriedly, and he saw the great gleaming hall below, with a man or two standing about in it. In another moment they entered a farther door and hurried down a long, carpeted corridor, where pictures hung upon the great white walls, until, at the far end, the duchess pushed aside a curtain and descended a small fitgbt of stairs into a carpeted lobby. The place was lit by a single elec- tric pendant, and upon a table against the wall was a tray of supper things. The door opposite was half ajar, and as they went up to it a housemaid came out with some plates, and near- ly dropped them in amazement as she saw the duchess and her cavalier. The noise of voices and laughter was heard from the room as the duch- ess rushed into it. At a round table close to a fire, in a large and com- fortably furnished room, the house steward, Mrs. Buchanan (the house- keeper). and Mrs. Alexander (the head nurse) were sitting over the re- mains of a meal. The house steward was speaking. “So I told him, Mrs. Alexander,” he said, in his grave, pompous voice—‘I told him that it was no use applyin’ to me for a situation, and that her grace never liked to see men about the house who were less than five foot ten. He looked—” The words died upon his lips. He sat for a second with open mouth, staring eyes, and pale face; then sud- denly leapt to his feet, followed by the two women, with simultaneous murmurs of surprise and alarm. “His grace!” the duchess cried. “Where is his grace?” Mrs. Alexander, a pleasant-featured woman of middle age, turned pale as linen. “His grace, your grace?” she said. “His grace is asleep! Grace is asleep! His grace has been asleep for several hours!” The duchess stamped upon the ground. “T tell you,” she said, “that his grace is not in his cot. Mr. Grant and I have just been up to see him; his grace is not there. Where are Hob- son and Merryweather?” “It’s Merryweather’s evening out, your grace,” the head nurse said, in a thin, terrified voice. “She left the house at half past five, before you re- turned with his grace; and Hobson— Hobson is in the day nursery.” “There is nobody in the day nur- sery,” the duchess answered. Michael, there is something wrong here.” Even as she spoke there was aloud crashing noise outside in the lobby. Some one was rushing, almost falling down the little flight of stairs, and in a moment more Hobson, the second nurse} a tall, dark-haired girl, burst into the room with a shriek. “Oh, your grace,’ ’she said appar- ently too frightened to be surprised at the presence of the duchess in the housekeeper’s room—‘your grace, his grace was sleeping so beautifully that I went down to the servants’ hall for half an hour. I’ve just been back, and his grace isn’t there! I thought you’d taken him to your own room, but it was empty, so I came—” Her voice died away, and for two or three seconds there was an abso- Jute silence in the place, save for the hurried breathing of the servants, who stood motionless as figures of wood, and in a curious tableau of terror and consternation. The duchess looked from one to the other in wild amazement, so surprised that her furious anger seemed to have died away. “Then, what—why—” when Grant broke in. “T think it’s all quite simple, duch- ess,” he said, with a calmness in his voice that he was very far from feel- in gin his heart. I expect that, while Hobson was away, Miss Decies went into the nursery to have a look at Fitz. Perhaps she found him awake and took him to her rooms.” Although such a thing had never occurred to them before, all of the people in the housekeeper’s room heaved a sigh of relief. “Surely that is it, your grace,” said Mrs. Alexander. “The lamb will be with his aunt! I assure your grace that it is no fault of mine that you should have gone to the nursery and not found him.” (To Be Continued.) she began, CENTER OF POPULATION. Going West, but Always Hovering Near Thirty-third Parallel. The center of population in 1900 was in the State of Indianan. In 1790 the center was twenty-three miles east of Baltimore in the State of Maryland, or virtually on the Atlan- tic shore line. Its migration has been slow and remarkably uniform both in rate and in direction. It has hovered for 110 years along the thirty-ninth parallel of latitude, and its total va- riation in latitude has been less than one-third of a degree. The westward movement has aver- aged less than a degree in the decade, notwithstanding the incredibly swift occupation of a vacant continent by a movement of population westward. The easterly position of the center of population is in part due to the fact that the eastern part of the continent was first settled and was settled from the East. The easterly position of the center of population is also due to the more evenly distributed and more abundant resources of the eastern half of the United States. It should not be forgotten that the Sgeographical center of the United States lies some hundreds of miles west of the Mississippi river. The eastern half of the country, there- fore, embraces the Atlantic lowlands, the prairies and Great Lake plains, the gulf lowlands and the forests and minerals of the Appalachian moun- tains and Appalachian plateaux. Over against these are the arid and moun- tainous areas of the West. Certain areas will be reclaimed to incredible productiveness, and the mineral wealth is vast, but the center AILING WOMEN. Keep the Kidneys Well and the Kid- neys Will Keep You Well. Sick, suffering, languid women are learning the true cause of bad backs and how to cure them. Mrs. W. G. Davis, of Groesbeck, Texas, says: “Back- aches hurt me so I could hardly stand. Spells of dizziness and sick headaches were frequent and the action of the kid- ®@ neys was irregular. Soon after I began taking Doan’s Kid- ney Pills I: passed several gravel stones. I got well and the trouble has not returned. My back is good and ‘strong, and my general health is bet- Yer.” . Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box. Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. Ribbons for Table Ornaments. Ribbon table ornaments are shown of pink satin ribbon, but they are copied in any desired color. The best colors for this purpose are blue, pale ' - green, yellow and lavender. The rib- bon fern dish comes in round, oval and oblong shapes, prettily trimmed With ribbon bows. Then there are single roses of ribbon to be scattered about the table and big ribbon bows to be placed at the corners. When souvenirs are given the guests, it is pretty idea to have them tucked away in a big snowball of the same col- or as the ribbon decorations, and hung over the table from the center light. Each gift is attached to a long ribbon, the other end being brought down to a guest’s plate. When the luncheon is over the ribbons are pull- ed, the ball opens, and each guest secures a gift. PATENTS. List of Patents Issued Last Week to Northwestern Inventors. Reported by Lothrop & Johnson, ‘patent lawyers, 910 Pioneer Press building, St. Paul, Minn.: G. Breaum, .Taylor, N. D., match box; A. O. Dan- iels, Bell Fourche, S. D., clothes ‘drainer; E.Engebretson, Devils Lake, 'N. D., controlling valve; J. Melby, Backus, Minn., hay fork; P. H. Peter- isen, Lead, S. D., switch throwing de- jvice; H. E. Schindler, Sisseton, S. -D., tire; H. M. Smith, Irene, S. D., window cleaner’s support. RUSSIAN NOBLEMAN’S WOOING. Posed as a Lady’s Maid to Make Ac- quaintance of a Baroness. A St. Petersburg paper publishes details of a Russian romance in which figures the wealthy and beautiful young Baroness Urusoff, the widow of a distinguished Russian government official. All the young cavaliers of Moscow were hopelessly in love with her. The baroness, however, rejected all at- tempts to obtain an introduction to her and lived in perfect seclusion, at- tended only by an elderly relative. Some months ago a young peasant girl began to visit the residence of the baroness, offering the servants cheap articles for sale. Subsequently the baroness used to buy different articles from the peasant, who was intelligent, had good manners and considerable conversational talents. The baroness eventually asked the girl whether she would enter her service as a Jady’s maid. She agreed and discharged her duties to perfec- tion for a fortnight and then revealed “herself” as a young Russian noble- man named Maximoff, who, taking ad- vantage of his fair hair and complex- ion, had masqueraded as a domestic servant to break down the barriers with which the beautiful baroness had surrounded herself. The baroness was so much impress- ved by his extraordinary perseverance tthat she became engaged to him, and ‘the marriage took place a few days ago. “COFFEE DOESN’T HURT ME” Tales That Are Told. “I was one of the kind who wouldn’t believe that coffee was hurting me,” says a N. Y. woman. “You just couldn’t convince me its use was connected with the heart and stomach trouble I suffered from most of the time. “My trouble finally got so bad I had to live on milk and toast almost entirely for three or four years. Still I loved the coffee and wouldn't believe it could do such damage. “What I needed was to quit coffee and take nourishment in such form as my stomach could digest. “I had read much about Postum, but never thought it would fit my case until one day I decided to quit coffee and give it a trial and make sure about it. So I got a package and carefully followed the directions. “Soon I began to get better and was able to eat carefully selected foods without the aid of pepsin or other di- gestants and it was not long before I was really a new woman physically. “Now I am healthy and sound, can eat anything and everything that comes along and I know this wonder- ‘ful change is all due to my having quit coffee and got the nourishment I needed through this delicious Postum. “My wonder is why everyene don’t give up the old coffee and the troubles that go with it and build themselves up as I have done, with Postum.” Easy to prove by. 10 days’ trial of Postum in place of coffee. The reward ‘5 of population may be expected to re-| is big. main permanently to the eastward of the geographical center of the land. ; =. “There’s a Reason.” Ever rend the above letter? A new WORTHY OF NATION’ CAPITAL SOON TO BE FINEST CITY IN THE WORLD. Movements on Foot to Enlarge and Beautify Washington Already Are in Evidence—New Depot a Mark of Progress. Though not entirely completed, the hew Union station in Washington is such a vast improvement over the Previous railroad terminal equipment of the capital that the inaugural vis- itors who have made trips there on other occasions’ must have been deep- jy impressed. They came through a way of great artistic attractive- ness. They found themselves landed in a station which possesses every possible convenience for the comfort of the traveler. Everything is on a generous scale. A crowd of 10,000 peo- ple can be handled with less friction now than was occasioned four years ago in the arrival of a thousand. Ten trains can discharge their loads simul- taneously without causing more than a neighborly touching of elbows, whereas in the old days two trainloads pouring into one of the stations at the same time would block every pas- sage and cause infinite confusion. This change is the token of the new Washington, the national capital as lt is soon to be, in all its equipment. For the day is now at hand when the people of this country are demanding that their national center be made a credit to the republic. The federal legislators have felt the quickening Impulse of this sentiment and stand teady now in more generous measure than ever before to proceed with the evolution of the ideal capital upon broad lines. The program is moving forward appreciably, though perhaps at times the eager citizens may be impatient at the slowness of congres- sional action. Just outside of the station the new- comer sees a wide expanse of territory flanked by the capitol and the senate office building. It is now an unlovely stretch in some respects, raw and rough along the outer edges, and ob- viously in a transition state. A screen of evergreen trees has been put in po- sition around the outer curves of the street car lines, barely hiding the un- even spaces where the work of filling has not been finished. There is an ugly huddle of half-buried buildings left in their awkward plight by the change of grade, perhaps eventually to be taken into the plaza area or, fail- Ing that, to be replaced by attractive business buildings. The government contemplates—how leisurely the pro- ceedings will be is not to be predicted —the acquisition of the as yet unta- ken land lying directly between the station and the Capitol park. It has been proposed to place somewhere on that space a noble memorial to Abra- ham Lincoln, where, as an earnest ad- vocate of the plan declares, it can be seen and appreciated by the American people “every time the train comes in.” This now untrimmed, undecorated station plaza will some day be one of the most famous places in the United States. Tardily but effectively the truth has been appreciated at the cap- tol that this city of | Washington stands before the world as the seat of a great government, a world lead- er; that it is the center of American thought, an ever increasing power for the uplift of humanity. The obliga- tion resting upon congress to make this city attractive in its garb, to give It no less than the best in all details of official outfitting and to place it on the highest possible plane of municipal efficiency is impressing itself annually more deeply upon the legislators, and this artistically attractive, practically useful terminal, a model of conveni- ence and a credit to the public spirit of the railway corporations, is one of the results. When another inauguration day ar- rives Washington expects to welcome its host of friends with the plaza com- plete in all respects, so that the incom- ing visitor will step forth to behold a scene that cannot be equaled in any other city in the world. Setting the Capital in Order. In December, 1900, the centenniai anniversary of the removal of the seat of government to the District of Co- lumbia was observed. With one ac- cord, senators, representatives, govern- ors and others of high and low degree expressed the belief that the time to set the city in order, artistically, was at hand. Among other organizations celebrating the anniversary was the Institute of American Architects, which in its discussion of past achieve- ments did not lose sight of the fact that the future held possibilities. Working on its suggestions, Senator McMillan, chairman of the committee on the District of Columbia, secured the passage of a resolution authorizing him to appoint a commission to pre- pare a plan for the improvement of the park system. The commission, com- posed of Danial H. Burnham, Frederick Law Olmsted, Jr., Charles McKim and Augustus St. Gaudens, prepared a plan which, conforming so far as pos- sible with that of L’Enfant, extended it to meet present conditions, and pro- vided measures to neutralize the mis- placing of the Washington monument and other buildings. The appointment of this park com- mission marked the third epoch in the development of Washington as a beau- tiful city. It did more than that, for though the plans submitted by the commission have not been realized—| fand and, indeed, it wag not expected that they would immediately—the attention of the entire country was aroused and the movement for the betterment oj other cities given impetus, BABY’S WATERY ECZEMA Itched and Scratched Until Blood Ran —$50 Spent on Useless Treatments —Disease Seemed incurable. 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I ean truthfully say I was more than surprised, for I bought only a dollar and a half's worth of the Cuticura Remedies (Cuticura Soap, Ointment and Pills), and they did more good than all my doctors’ medicines { had tried, and in fact entirely cured him. His face is perfectly clear of the least spot or scar of anything. Mrs. W. M. spot or sear. Mrs. W. M. Comerer, Burnt Cabins, Pa., Sept. 15, 1908.” Potter Drug & Chem. Corp., Sole Props., Boston. Poetically Put. “We'd begun to think it would nev- er come to anything,’ Mrs. Dove said frankly, “for Sister Sue is forty and Mr. Jenks is forty-nine. 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A railway will shortly be built to Hudson Bay, bring- ing the world’s markets a thousand miles nearer these wheat-fields, where schools and churches are convenient, climate excellent, railways close to all settlements, and local markets good, “Tt would take time to assimilate the revela- tions that a visit to the great empire lying t the North of us unfolded at every turn.” res} of a National Editor, who visited Western Canada in August, 1908. I sels nin alan se pope hasalificed ccdveay andl companies at low prices and on easy terms, For pamphlets, maps and information as to low railway rates, apply to Superintendent of Immigration, Ottawa, Canada, or the authorized Canadian Government Agent: E.T. habe” ee 815 Sacksoa Street, t. Paul, Minnesota, —_+——