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i Revenge BY GUY THORNE COUNT PRINT HE The Thrilling Story of a Mother’s Love anda | woman.”—Lord Byron. “Sweet is revenge, especially to a Woman’s Hate Pb d| CHAPTER II1.—(Continued). “They are both in town,” the duchess continued. “Sir Anthony Hellier— he’s president of the local government board, and he will probably be at the house of commons now. And then the old duke of Perth. I know he’s in London because I saw him yesterday. He is at Perth house in Cadogan square. Send two men at once to ring them.” “I will, at once, duchess,” Grant an- swered. “Keep up—do your best. I know there must be some simple ex- planation for all this. I think it would be better, too, if we were to telephone —we can telephone, can’t we, from her 5,” the duchess replied. telephones in the house somewher “Very well, then, we will telephone at once to Scotland Yard, where the detectives and people whose business it is to find out these things are, duch- ess. We will telephone and ask them to send up some of their best men in- stantly. I will go and give the or- der: He ran out into the hall, now crowd- ed with servants and buzzing like a hive. Remington hurried up to him, and he gave the house steward the neces- sary orders, returning to the blue drawing room within a minute. “Have you arranged, Michael?” the duchess asked. “Yes, it’s all right,” he answered. “In a very few minutes I expect. they will be here.” She gave up a sigh of relief, sitting pale, but composed, upon an ottoman covered in blue linen, against which background her black dress, her white ns and shoulders, her imperial hair h famond star, her face, like a drooping lily, showed as a concrete manifestation of pain and beauty. Miss Decies was standing by the fire place, one long, lean, mittened arm resting upon the low Jacobean mantel. “Well,” the old lady said, in a voice which trembled, “there is nothing more to be done until Sir Anthony, the duke of Perth, and the detectives arrive.” Her voice was so tremulous and full of anxiety that Grant experienced a sense of self-reproach. So, then, he had misjudged this hard old lady—thought her incapable of feeling, dried up, harsh, callous. It ed that she was nothing of the ud he was sorry he had so mis- her in the past. ss Decies,” he said, “you have been splendid; you have been quite splendid! How tired you must be! Don't you think that if you were to have a glass of wine or something it would help you to bear up in this cri- sis? And the duchess, oughtn’t she to have something?” The duchess made a negative move- ment with her hand. ‘No, no,” she answered; “I can take nothing. But you, Aunt Augusta, you must. Let me send for some- thing.” N Decies shook her head. “My dear,” she answered, “I don’t want anything at all; one has a nervous store to draw upon. But I think I will go to my rooms for a few min- utes to compose myself. That will be better for me. Directly anybody ar- rives, Beatrice, please send a man up to let me know and I will come down at once. A few minutes, though, by myself would help me to gather my- self together, my poor child.” With that the old lady caught up her train and glided out of the room, and, despite the alteration in her ‘voice and features, her back was as straight as ever, and she walked like a princess. Grant held open the door for her, and closed it quietly when she had ‘gone. ; “What a dear old lady she is, duch- ress!” he said; “and I have been all the time thinking unkind things of her! Heaven forgive me.” “Oh, Aunt Augusta is ail right at heart,” the duchess answered, with- out enthusiasm, it seemed to him. And then, dismissing the subject, she rose from the couch. Horribly pale as she was, trem- bling and utterly upset, she yet walked into the center of the beautiful little room and raised one hand. “Michael,” she said, and the, words came from her jerkily, one by one, as if they were an effort to pronounce— “Michael, it has happened at last.” “At last!” he said. “What do you mean?” “Never mind,” she answered. Some- thing terrible has happened. Not very much more than an hour ago, Michael, you swore fealty to me, didn’t you?” — His arms dropped to his side, he stretched out his hands and threw back his head. “Oh, my dear,” he said, “I swore it, and how gladly I swore it!” , “Then,” she replied, in cold, hurried tones—‘then, the time has now come, come swiftly, without warning, in which you shall prove the reality of your oath.” “Try me,” he said, “only try me.” “Have you ever thought,” she said, “that my boy has been very strictly guarded and cared for?” sort Grant looked at her in amazement. “No more than one would expect for a child in his position,” he an- swered, wonderingly. “You don’t know how careful I’ve been, how rigiq the system has been,” she answered, breathlessly. “Michael” —she came up closer to him and looked steadily in his face—‘Michael, it sounds odd and melodramatic, but I must tell you that a terrible peril has hung over my little boy and me ever since the first day I married Al- beric.” Michael] started. “Peril?” he said; “what peril could there be for any one who is loved as you are loved?” She shook her head impatiently. “T am going to tell you,” she whis- pered. “I promised my husband that no one shouid ever know; but he would approve of my telling. you now, at this moment. I feel certain of it. How my poor darling has been taken away I do not know, but by whom and for what reason I believe I can tell you now.” Her voice was so full of terror, and yet so sure and certain in its indica- tion of some dark and sinister knowl- edge, that Michael shuddered inwardly as he heard it. “Courage,” he said, “courage! To the strong there are no dangers, only shadows. Tell me.” “Heaven help us!” she said, with a gesture of the hands. “Heaven help us in this dark moment! What I have to say is black and terrible!” CHAPTER IV. Capt. Basil Marriott and the Black Thing Which Swung in the Air. “What I have to tell you, Michael,” the duchess said, “is quite fragment- ary, and I cannot find the missing parts of the puzzle. Alberic never told me everything. But it amounts to this. About six months before I met him first he was at the court of Wohlau-Landskrona, in Germany. He was actually engaged to the daughter of the reigning Grand Duke Ernst—the Princess Sophia Marie Eleanora. It was to have been announced in the papers. I remember reading of it my- self as a girl, because, as you know, we were quite close to Otter, and nat- urally, being on the estate, as it were, we always felt a sort of interest in the doings of the duke, though neither father nor I had ever seen him. “Then suddenly the intended mar- riage was broken off. Alberic came secretly to Otter one night, and he was found dangerously wounded in the leg by a gunshot, close to the rec- tory. The keepers brought him in, and father and I nursed him back to health. But he would never tell me anything of the reason for his acci- dent, except that some one had at- tacked him and that some one hated him and would do him all the injury they could. When he asked me to marry him he said that he had some very powerful enemies, who would in- jure him if they could. He asked me if I would take him, knowing this, and that there might be danger for both of us. I laughed at it all, and we were married, as you know. “During the time we were together, on two separate occasions, Alberic’s life was attempted. Once it was in Paris. We were staying at the Ritz. We had been to the opera, and as it was a very hot night Alberic thought he would go for a stroll before bed. He came back with his left arm tem- porarily disabled, and said that on the outer boulevard a man had come up to him, looked him carefully in the face, and then aimed.a blow at his head with a life preserver. The man hit him on the arm instead, and Al- beric, who was always a great boxer, knocked him down in a moment. While he was calling for a gendarme the man got up and ran away. We went to the police, but they made very little of it, saying that the outer boulevards were always dangerous late at night, and that constant attacks were made upon well dressed people by the ruffians who infested the quar- ter. “Alberic was not in the least bit a coward, Michael, but he seemed terri- bly depressed for days afterwards, far more depressed than any ordinary at- tack of that sort would seem to war- rant. “At last, from hints which he let drop and from one or two significant things I got him to say, I learned he was almost certain that this was no ordinary casual attack, but part of the danger which he had told me hung over him when we were first married. The second time was even more hor- rible. It was in this very house. Al- beric’s secretary had brought him in the letters that were marked ‘Person- al,’ or that looked like private letters. We were at breakfast in the morning room. There was a little flat parcel, about the size of a small book. It was addressed to Alberic and marked ‘Pri- vate.’ He cut the string with a pen- knife—I remember we were talking about something—and he opened it without looking at what he was doing. Inside the parcel was a flat cardboard box, just like those big boxes of wax thinking of it, Alberic.dug in the pen- knife ang began to cut off the top, in- stead of pulling the box open like a drawer, by the little piece of tape at the end. He had half finished, when he looked down, remembering what he was doing. ‘I wonder what it is? he said, and then suddenly he grew quite white. “Michael, the box was full of gun- powder and red pepper; and a match had been so arranged that if the box had been opened in the ordinary way, by, pulling out the inside part, it would have rubbed against the piece of sandpaper and become ignited. Al- beric would probably have been killed. At any rate, he would have been dis- figured, blinded, and maimed in the face for life.” 7 The duchess stopped, with her emotion. Grant remained perfectly still, with a grave, quiet face, listening intently, but showing no indication of his thoughts. “We had people from Scotland Yard,” the duchess continued, with a little sob, “but utterly failed to trace anything at all. The parcel had come by post in the ordinary way; and when they asked Alberic if he had any reason to suspect any particular per- son or persons, if he had any active enemies that he knew of, Alberic said, ‘No.’ I was in the room at the time, and I was certain that he was not speaking the truth. “When the men had gone Alberic turned to me, put his arms round me, and kissed me. ‘She’ll get me yet,’ he said. ‘You poor, dear girl! What have I brought you to?’ “She? I answered. mean, Alberic? What is it? Tell me all about it. If it is anything dread- ful we can bear it better together, surely we can?’ His manner changed in a moment. I could see that he had said more than he had meant to. “Did I say “she”? he asked, in a curiously embarrassed way. ‘I did not know what I was saying. Of course, this is very unnerving, Beatrice. For- get what I said’ ““‘Alberic, I answered, ‘this comes from the same hand which sent the man to bludgeon you in Paris.’ He sat down suddenly and covered his face with his hands. ‘Do not ever speak to me about it again,’ he said. ‘I can’t tell you; I can say nothing.’ “Then, Michael, Fitzroy was born, and Alberic was so bright and happy! His moodiness seemed to go, and he was quite a different man. The shad- ow, whatever it was, seemed to have passed away. “For two years nothing happened at all. My husband seemed to have for- gotten the past, and I had forgotten it also, or, at least, it only recurred to me very occasionally, as a sort of unpleasant happening in the past, now over and done with for ever. “Then the end came. We were at Ascot for the Royal Hunt cup. Lord Aldington haq let us his house for the week. “One morning we were just going to drive on to the course, when one of the servants said that a gentleman had called to see Alberic on a very par- ticular business. ‘I won’t be a min- ute,’ Alberic said to me. ‘I don’t know who it is, but I suppose I had better see him.’ He went into the library, where the visitor had been taken, and remained with him for nearly an hour. I sent a message once or twice, and he sent back a re- ply by the footman that I was to drive on and he would join me iacar. “TI went on, as he said, witl Bobby Farquhar, who was staying with us. As you know, one ought to te in the enclosure before the king comes. I hadn’t been there for more than half an hour, the royal party had just driven up, when I was sent for back to Aldington house. Alberic was in a sort of fit; doctors had been sum- moned, and they told me there was very little hope for him. It was the heart, they said; and one of them, Sir William Larus, who happened to be in Ascot at the time and whom they had sent for, asked me if Alberic had received some sudden shock.” To Be Continued. struggling “Whom do you RULE OF THE SEA. Whaling Law Applied to a Twice Caught Cold on the Fishing Banks. That etiquette is observed among the fishermen that jourfney to the fishing banks was discovered by an amateur angler his first trip the other day. The amateur hooked a codfish, but his line parted just as the fish was above the water. Back fell the cod- fish, carrying with him two sinkers and the hook. Twenty minutes later another an- gler cried out that he had captured a cod with two sinkers ang a hook. The amateur went up to the angler, who appeared to be an old salt, and asked for his hook and_ sinkers, which had his name stamped on them. He was surprised when the old salt told him to take the fish also. According to the rules generally followed on the fishing boats the sec- ond angler was entitled to the fish, but the hooks and sinkers should be returned to their owner. The old an- gler explained why he wanted to give up the fish. It seems that he had followed the sea a great part of his life. When a young man he was a whaler, and‘ac- cording to whaling law a dead whale belongs to the ship whose name ap- pears On the harpoon that killed it. Therefore the old salt figured that the amateur owned the codfish he had taken. Small Steaks Permitted. She (severely)—I hear, sir, that you gamble at the club. He—er—I play occasionally for small stakes. She—Oh, is that all? I don’t mind if it’s only for something to eat. -there. DOLLAR WHEAT HAS COME TO. STAY IN LESS THAN FIVE YEARS CEN TRAL CANADA WILL BE CALLED UPON TO SUPPLY THE UNITED STATES. A couple of years ago, when the an- nouncement was made in these col- umns that “dollar wheat” had come to stay, and that the time was not far distant when the central provinces of Canada—Manitoba, Saskatchewan and Alberta—would be called upon to sup- ply a large part of the wheat con- sumption in the United States, there were many who laughed at the predic- tions and ridiculed the idea of wheat reaching the dollar point and staying Both of these predictions have come to pass. Dollar wheat is here— and it is not only here, but is here to stay; and at the same time, whatever unpleasant sensations it may arouse in the super-sensitive American, Cen- tral Canada is already being called upon to help keep up the bread sup- ply, and within the next five years will, as James J. Hill says, literally “become the bread-basket of our in- creasing millions.” There are few men in the United States better acquainted with the wheat situation than Mr. Hill, and there are few men, if any, who are in- clined to be more conservative in their expressed views. Yet it was this greatest of the world’s railroad men who said a few days ago that “the price of wheat will never be substan- tially lower than it is today”—and when it is taken into consideration that at that time wheat had soared to $1.20, well above the dollar mark, the statement is peculiarly significant, and doubly significant is the fact that in this country the population is in- creased at the ratio of 65 per cent., while the yield of wheat and other products is increasing at the rate of only 25 per cent. - For several years past the cost of living has been stead- ily increasing in the United States, and this wide difference in production and consumption is the reason. This difference must be supplied by the vast and fertile grain regions of Manitoba, Saskatchewan and Alberta. There is now absolutely no doubt of this. . Even the press of the country concedes the fact. Results have shown that no other country in the world can ever hope to equal those provinces as wheat producers, and that no other country can produce as hard or as good wheat. Said a great grain man recently, “If United States wheat main- tains the dollar mark, Canada wheat will be well above a dollar a bushel, for in every way it is superior to our home-grown grain.” With these facts steadily impinging their truth upon our rapidly growing population, it is interesting to note just what possibilities as a “wheat grower” @ur Northern neighbor pos- sesses. While the United States will never surrender her prestige in any manufacturing or commercial line, she must very soon acknowledge, and with as much grace as she can, that she is bound to be beaten as a grain pro- ducer. It must be conceded that a great deal of the actual truth about the richness of Canada’s grain produc- ing area has been “kept out of sight,” as Mr. Hill says, by the strenuous ef- forts of our newspapers and maga- zines to stem the exodus of our best American farmers into those regions. It is a fact that up to the present time, although Canada has already achieved the front rank in the world’s grain producers, the fertile prairies of Manitoba, Saskatchewan and Al- berta have as yet scarcely been scratched. Millions of acres, free for the taking, still await our American farmers; and when these millions are gone there are other millions in re- gions not yet opened up to immigra- tion. A few years ago the writer, who has been through those wheat prov- Inces several times, iaughed with oth- ers of our people at the broad statement that Canada was bound to become “John Bull’s Bread Basket.” Now, after a last trip (and though he is a stanch American) he frankly be- lieves that not only will Canada be- come John Bull's bread-basket, but it will within the next decade at least BECOME THE BREAD-BASKET OF THE UNITED STATES. Perhaps this may be a hard truth for Aemricans to ‘swallow, but it is a truth, neverthe- less. And it is at least a partial com- pensation to know that hundreds of thousands of our farmers are profit- ing by the fact by becoming producers in this new country. The papers of this country have nat- urally made the most of the brief pe- riod of depression which swept over Canada, but now there is not a sign of it left from Winnipeg to the coast. Never have the three great wheat rais- ing provinces been more prosperous. ‘Capital is coming into the country from all quarters, taking the form of cash for investment, industrial con- cerns seeking locations, and, best of all, substantial and sturdy immigrants come to help populate the pfairies. Towns are booming; scores of new elevators are springing up; railroads are sending out their branch lines in all directions; thousands of prosper- ous farmers are leaving their prairie shelters for new and modern homes— “built by wheat:” everywhere is a growing happiness and contentment— happiness and contentment built by wheat—the “dollar wheat,” which has come to stay. Notwithstanding this, the Canadian Government is still giv- ing away its homesteads and selling pre-emptions at $3.00 an acre, and the Railway and Land Companies are dis- posing of their iands at what may be considered nominal figures. EPG CL IFCR ETS FOO CONGRESS Resume of the Week’s Proceedings. Washington, April 27.—Denouncing the principle of a protective tariff as unfair in taking money from one man to give it to another in order to en- courage him in the pursuit of an other- wise unprofitable business, Senator Bailey of Texas yesterday delivered a set speech on the Democratic side in opposition to the pending tariff bill. Both the floor and the galleries were crowded. Washington, April 28.—In the last half of his two-day speech Senator Bailey devoted nearly three hours in the senate yesterday to a discussion of the legal aspects of his income tax amendment to the tariff bill, citing numerous cases and authorities to maintain the view that such a law would be constitutional. Mr. Scott spoke upon the tariff with especial reference to its effect upon the South. Washington, April 29—An exhaus- tive treatment of the lumber sched- ule of the tariff bill by Mr. Simmons of North Carolina was the feature of the session of the senate yesterday. Mr. Simmons spoke for three and a half hours in support of the retention of the present tariff, which, he main- tained, was but a revenue rate. Washington, April 80.—The entire time of the senate again yesterday was given to the general discussion of the tariff bill. Senator Rayner of Maryland led off with a general de- nunciation of the protective system of the Republican party. He was followed by Senator Nelson of Min- nesota, who made an earnest plea for the admission of lumber free of duty. His assertion aroused a quite general discussion. In an eleven-minute session the house yesterday did not take up any of the important business which will have to be considered this session. Washington, May 1—An extended speech by Senator McCumber favor- ing free lumber occupied several hours in the senate yesterday. His re- marks provoked an extended contro- versy among advocates of a tariff on lumber. Mr. McCumber said _ that, while he was a thorough protection- ist, he would not agree to a tariff on products such as coal, iron, iron ore, lumber and oil, that are being ex- hausted and cannot be replaced. STICKS TO KIDNAPPING STORY. Attempted Abduction of Schoo! Girl Is Mystery. New Ulm, Minn., May 2. — Esther Mueller, the school girl kidnapped last Monday morning in the town of Courtland, while on her way to school in this city, has been in a critical con- dition since her escape from the clutches of the kidnapper. For nearly an entire day she has been uncon- scious and confined to her bed. From all outward appearances the girl was only slightly bruised and scratched, and no serious consequences were at first feared. After recovering from a state of co- ma the girl was again closely ques- tioned as to any further details re- garding the kidnapping and steadfast- ly adheres to the original version of the affair as given by her, despite the fact that some circumstances sur- rounding the kidnapping seem some- what incredulous, h WOMAN ADMITS MURDER. Husband With Dying Breath Declares He Committed Suicide. Cleveland, May 2. — Although her husband declared in a dying breath that he had committed suicide by shooting himself, Mrs. L. M. Bingham admitted to the police here yesterday that she was his murderess. “I shot him because he threatened to desert me,” said she. “He has treated me cruelly.” Mrs. Bingham waived preliminary hearing of her case and was remand- ed to jail without bail. Bingham was shot Thursday while standing in a cafe. He had quarreled with his wife a few minutes previous ly. VOTED IN BUNCHES. How Illiterates Exercise Franchise in Milwaukee, Madison, Wis., May 2.—‘Give me an election inspector and an outside worker and I’ll carry the city for any candidate.” This was the opinion of M. J. Re- gan, a life-long Democrat of Milwau- kee, who appeared before the senato- rial investigating committee yester- day. Mr. Regan said in the municipal campaign in Milwaukee last spring he noticed that illiterate voters were voted in bunches by the election in spectors, BOYLE COLLAPSES. Whitla Kidnapper Is in Serious Con- dition. Mercer, Pa., May 2. — James H. Boyle, whose trial on a charge of kid- napping “Billy” Whitla was yester- day continued until next Wednesday, collapsed late yesterday in the Mer- cer jail. Boyle’s system has been weakened by inability to hold any- thing upon his stomach, and the post- ponement of his trial yesterday had a bad effect. NEW STRENGTH FOR OLD BACKS. No Need to Suffer Every Day from Backache, Mrs. Joannah Straw, 526 North Broadway, Canton, S. 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I got a cake of Cuticura Soap, a box of Cuticura Oint ment and a bottle of Cuticura Re solvent, and before we had used half the Resolvent I could see a change in him. In about two months he was en tirely well. George F. Lambert, 139 West Centre St., Mahanoy City, Pa, Sept. 26 and Nov. 4, 1907.” Potter Drug & Chem. Corp., Sole Props., Boston INDIAN GIRL AND HER TRAVELS. As a Government Ward She Is Pro- tected on Long Journey. Under the watchful paternal eye of the United States government Miss Matilda Hancorne, a shapely and beautiful Indian girl whose home is at Orick, Humboldt county, completed a wearisome journey across the conti- nent Sunday. Miss Hancorne has been a student at the United States Indian school at Carlisle, Pa., and when she decided to return to her California mountains Supt. M. Friedman at once began to pave the way for a safe and pleasant journey for his charge. Elizabeth Howell, another student, was coming West as far as Elko, Nev., and Fried- man put the two girls on the train armed with all manner of letters and credentials. In the meantime he had sent letters ahead of the girls to as- sure their accommodations on the way. Aside from her inexperience in trav- eling there was little need of the fed- eral government taking such precau- tions regarding Miss Hancorne’s jour- ney, for she is a bright, wideawake girl, who speaks English perfectly and bears herself with an. independent carriage. If there is anything about her to attract attention in a crowd it is her striking beauty and the perfect taste with which she dresses. The girl sailed for Eureka on Tues- day. She will have to stage it thirty- five miles over rough roads, OLD SOAKERS Get Saturated with Caffeine. 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