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ene! le Revenge BY GUY THORNE The Thrilling Story of a Mother’s Love anda “Sweet is revenge, especially to a woman.”—Lord Byron. CHAPTER IV.—(Continued . Capt. Marriott dined quietly by him- self in Jermyn Street, had a bath, and “hen dressed. About a quarter to ten he left his rooms and drove to Half Moon street. He was one of the first people to arrive, and he had rather a long talk with Mr. Isaacs, who was waiting in her drawing room for the rest of the people who were coming to what she called ‘a small and early.” but which always degenerated or ex- panded into quite a smart and crowd- ed ball. At eleven the admiral appeared, trotting round among the guests with a word for every one and a smile of congratulation for his son. Basil was feted. He had been so long away from London life that he was quite a rarity. Everybody was d to see him, he renewed a thou- and friendships; and, as the hours wore on and his father had long since made his bow and _ departed, the young sailor experienced that com- plete joy and satisfaction of a young man whose place in society is as- sured, who has been absent from it for a long time, and who comes back to be welcomed with smiles and open arms. Everybody was simply delighted, and the brilliant evening, the flowers, the music of the dance, the charming girls who waltzed with him and asked him of the @reat ship which ploughed the northern waves, and which he di- rected and ordered, finally robbed his mind of the strenuous and sad sound of the North Pacific waves which for three years had been the only music in his ears. In short, he was quite a success. It was like coming home—coming home indeed. Everybody welcomed him, important people came up and said how glad they were that he had re- turned; he felt a sense of well being with all the world, and he biessed his old father, whose celebrity in London life had secured such a fine welcome for the sailor home from the sea. vas quite 2 o’clock when he left acs’ house to walk home. It fine night; there was a moon, the outside air was gratefully cool after the hot rooms where he had been. He walked down Half Moon street into Piccadilly. Most of the carriages which were leaving the ball drove the other way, and at this moment London seemed swept, clean, and empty. The air was pure, the moon shone and the soft “pad, pad” of his pumps made almost the only immediate sound as he turned into the great empty thoroughfare bound- ed by the green park. He came into Piccadilly and turned fo the left on his short progress to Jermyn street. Piccadilly lay straight and empty to his right and left, brill- iantly lit, and without a moving soul upon the silver ribbon that the lamps made of it at this late hour of the night. He had almost come to the eat blank facade of 100a—which he remembered was the house of the duchess of London—when, far away behind him, at Hyde Park corner, he heard a muffled chorus of shouting. He turned and looked down to the street. The shouting grew louder, and then he heard whistles being blown—those keeen-sounding, and yet muffled, whis- tles which the police use to summon help. As he stood there—his opera hat on the back of his head, and his light black cloak thrown back—a huge policeman, who seemed to spring sud- denly from nowhere, came running past him and crashed down towards the gates of Hyde park. “What can it be?” he wondered. There was obviously some big row just outside St. George’s hospital. “Well, it’s no business of mine,” he concluded, and turned eastwards towards St. James street. Yet the distant noise, which seemed to grow in valume, attracted him still, and once more he hesitated and halt- ed, looking westwards. He was now about ten yards beyond the house of the duke of London. He could see far down Piccadilly, and nothing ob- secured his view save only a great wagon of produce, drawn by two horses, ang with a sleepy driver high up above them, which was making its slow way towards Covent Garden mar- ket. The huge, sturdy animals plod- ded on; the man upon his high seat held the reins loosely in one hand while his head nodded in sleep. Suddenly Basil Marriott stopped, as he was about to turn and go home. He stopped and remained still, not looking down the long length of emp- ty Piccadilly from where the sounds of the miniature riot reached him, but looking directly above his head in wild astonishment. The great wagon had halted exactly in front of the duke of London’s house. What was this huge black thing that seemed swinging in the middle air?— swinging, floating, falling, while the honey-colored sickle of the moon was and behind it—a vast, black, falling, swinging thing? Crash! {t all went away from him in a mo- ment. He saw a sudden constellation of brilliant yellow lights—an incredi- ble splendor of fireworks! And then jhe fall back unconscious, while the Woman’s Hate man who had crept up behind bent. over him, and with a low whistle summoned other silent and furtive creatures who seemed to be suddenly generated out of the silent night. CHAPTER V. “Miss Decies in Her Bed Room!” It was 1 o’clock in the morning at 100a, Piccadilly. The great Dr. William Larus had been summoned to attend the duch- ess, who was born by now in a pitia- ble state of terror and breakdown. The doctor had insisted. upon his pa- tient taking a strong opiate, and her maids were with her in her own room, waiting until the potion should do its merciful work, and sleep, “‘Na- ture’s dear nurse,” should come and wash the troubled mind from all its anxiety and fear. The old duke of Perth had driven away some time since, while Sir An- thony Hellier had also departed, with Inspector. Downes from Scotland Yard. Two other detectives had arrived and were to sit awake through the night—one in the hall by the front door, the other at the back of the house—so that no one should enter or depart without their knowledge. Meanwhile the whole intricate web which has its center in the great po- lice building on the embankment was being agitated to its farthest ends, and as the night went on the formida- ble armies of the law were warned and marshaled for the work that was to be done. Michael Grant had gone home’ to his own flat in Victoria street, promising to return early in the morning. Almost the last person to go up- stairs was Miss Decies. She remained in the blue drawing room some time after the departure of the duchess, discussing the eventful night with Remington, the butler, and the two new detectives. The old lady seemed much shaken, and the usually hard, stiff repression of her manner had gone. With a forethought somewhat unusual for her, she gave instructions that the two detectives—nothing loath —should be brought supper and re- freshments of every kind. She thank- ed the house steward and the butler for their work during the evening; and when at length she finally went upstairs to her room, both.the upper servants agreed that Miss Decies’ “bark was worse than her bite,” and that she had presented herself this evening in an entirely new and unex- pected light. The old lady closed the heavy, carved mahogany doors of her sitting recom and stood still for a moment without moving, and as if listening intently, Then she pressed the catch of a Bramah lock which effectually secured the entrance to her domain. It seemed obvious that the events of the evening had wearied her beyond her strength, and that she did not de- sire to be disturbed again. For, with the most careful precision, she tried the handles of the doors and made absolutely certain that they were per- fectly secure. There was a bolt at the bottom of the two doors, and Miss Decies stoop- ed quickly, pressing it home as if to make assurance doubly sure. The bolt went into its socket quite noiselessly, and the shaft, which turned slightly in the movement, caught the glitter of the electric light and shone as if it had been newly oiled. On one side of the great room was a long French mirror, in a frame of gilded Corinthian columns and with the ducal coronet surmounting it. Miss Decies’ next proceeding was to walk up to the mirror and stand gaz- ing earnestly at herself for over a min- ute. She bent her face forward and scrutinized it, as is it were something new and unfamiliar, turning it this way and that as one might hold an old Grecian mask to the light in an endeavor to discover the secrets of its subtle smile, the meaning of its moulding and contour. Her face was still very pale, but it wore its ordinary impassive expres- sign of grim determination to be ade- quate with the conditions of life, and to show no softening or interest in anything that might, occur. Her prolonged observation seemed to satisfy her, for, suddenly in the silence of the room, there came a lit- tle cackle of hard, mirthless laughter, as she turned away and sat down in an armchair. For five minutes she remained quite still, her head lying back upon the cushions, her eyes closed. Now and then the thin lips worked a little, as if some great emotion or nerve storm was taking place within the brain. But, save for these slight contortions, she rested motionless. At the end of five minutes Miss Decies rose and went to a carved oak cup- board, which she opened with a small key that was suspended round her neck upon a thin chain of gold. Opening the cupboard, she took from it a bottle and a long, narrow, tinted glass, the kind of glass in which hock j and German wines are generally serz- ed. With great care she half filied the glass from the bottle with a liquid which looked, as a matter of fact was, nothing stronger or more ordinary than old cognac brandy. Then, with a face expressive of disgust and with a slight shudder, the lady deliberately lifted the glass and drank its contents to the last drop. If Miss Decies was one of those un- happy people who drink in secret and hide a loathsome vice from the obser- vation and knowledge of the world, then her habit was truly a penitential one to her. Nothing could have more strongly expressed distaste than her attitude, and, even if there had been a secret witness of the strange pro- ceeding, he could hardly have be- lieved that the woman either cared for or was accustomed to anything of the sort. A minute or two after this potation a slight color mounted into the pallid cheeks, and the eyes began to grow brighter. As though the sound of her own voice was a relief, Miss Decies began to murmur to herself in the cu- rious way that many self-restrained and silent people do when they are alone. “Horrible stuff,” she said, with an- other little shudder. “But I can’t do what I have got to do without some strong stimulant. And now, about the time?” She went towards the mantelshelf, where there was a carriage clock, and marked the hour carefully, comparing the clock time with that indicated upon a small, ruby-studded watch she wore as a bracelet upon her wrist. “Ah,” she murmured again, “ten minutes’ difference! Well, their time is in exact accord with that of the clock, and therefore there can be no mistake. They will do everything with the precision of a machine and so must I—so must I,” she whispered, with a sudden note of terror, and al- most of despair, creeping into her odd, uncanny voice. She carefully closed the cupboard again, and then crossed the room to where a little bureau of rosewood, in- laid with nacre, stood with a writing chair before it. Sitting down in the chair she unlocked a drawer from it several pages of closely written manu- script. Her hands shook a little as she held them up to the light; then she placed the skeets upon the desk again with a gesture of impatience. “This German script,” she mur- mured, “is terribly trying! And go- ing to the mantelshelf she found a gold lorgnette, and once more re- turned to the desk and began to read the papers with the utmost care. As she did so her eyes brightened and her lips curved into a rather ghastly smile, “Oh, clever, clever!” she murmured, “how clever and complete they are! Not a single thing omitted, not a de- tail wanting. I can’t possibly go wrong, if I can but sustain my cour- ase and my strength. I think I can. I must, or hideous ruin will come upon me. Still, I ought to be able to do it. I shall take some more of that odious brandy just before the mo- ment. And then, of course, all the practice of these last few weeks in that house at Chiswick has made me practically certain—” She locked up the papers again and remained lost in thought for another ten minutes. Then the clock upon the mantelshelf chimed that it was a quarter past one. She rose, suddenly, with all the old grim determination informing her countenance, her every movement. “Now to begin,” she said, almost with exaltation in her voice, as if the strange and secret business she was about to do filled her with an evil pride. (To Be Continued.) Honey Finding Fird. One of the most sagacious birds is certainly the bee cuckoo or moroc, a little bird very like the London spar- row. It is found in various parts of Afri- ca, where wild bees abound, and being unable to help itself to the honey which is its favorite food, it resorts to human aid. Haying discovered a swarm of bees, it flies to the nearest habitation and attracts by its cries of “cherr, cherr, cherr,” the attention of some of the natives. It then flies off in the direction of the nest, uttering its cry and waiting for its followers to overtake it. Should they be tardy, it returns to meet them, and seems trying to urge them on to greater speed, the natives answering with a low whistle. Arriving at its destination, it is si- lent, waiting patiently on the bough of a neighboring tree while its human friends dig out the nest, a good share of the honey and comb containing the bee maggots being left by them for their feathered guide. The natives never injure this bird and always prevent travelers from shooting it. Overcoming the Difficulty. The time table of a south of France railway announces: “Half tickets for children are not issued on this line. In the case, however, of two children of one family traveling together a sin- gle ticket will be sufficient for the two. Should the family consist of only one child, application should be made to the booking clerk, who will issue a portion of a ticket at a moie ty of the usual fare.” No Hope. “Wot’s hydrophobia?” asked Weary Watkins, as he spelled oul. the ar- ticle in the piece of newspaper which he had picked up. ‘ “Tt means hatred of ‘water,” replied his pal, “and it is a fatal disease.” “Then run for the doctor,” cried Weary, as he fell back with a groan. “Ym a dead man.” JRiFLes USE CLOTHES BRUSH POINT OF NEATNESS TCO MANY WOMEN NEGLECT, Fine Materials and Late Styles Are of Little Effect if the Bottom of the Skirt Shows Traces of Mud. “I cannot stand her,” said one wom- an to another, “the bottom of her skirts are so dirty, I do not believe she owns a clothes brush! I can scarcely look at her and hate to have her come into my drawing-room!” It is unfortunate that women do not seem to have the clothes brush habit as much as men. Now that skirts kave lengthened a daily hard brush is essential both for looks and health. It is not pleasant if one is one’s own maid to come in tired and take an ex- tra five minutes to brush clothes; yet that is the time to do it for many rea- sons. To put soiled skirts and dusty hats and coats in a closet with other garments is unsanitary. Moreover, those clothes are apt to go unbrushed if we wait unti] they must be put on in a hurry. There is nothing like regular brush- ing to make clothes last longer and took well. All woolen garments should be brushed each time used. A soft bonnet brush should be kept in the hat box and used each time a hat is put away. The bottom of a skirt should be brushed with a whisk and with a stiff brush such as men prefer. If there are mud spots they should be al- lowed to dry, then brushed and any stain sponged carefully away. Silks should never be roughly brushed. Use a brush with soft bristles or better yet a piece of old velvet or crepe. One woman has a case of black crepe which she slips over her long clothes brush when cleaning the bottom of a silk skirt. Crepe is also good to clean a velvet hat, and a piece of silk dipped in alco- hol will keep a felt hat free of dust with little trouble. A black silk petti- coat should be well shaken each time it is taken off. Dust can be wiped off it with a piece of black silk wrung out of alcohol. A cloth skirt that has been used on a long walk should be securely fas- tened to a line on porch or yard and beaten lightly, but thoroughly with a rattan beater. This will lessen the la- bor of brushing. REVIVAL OF FASHION. The revival of the “Cabriolet,” a striking model of black silk with bows of sky-blue ribbon.—Shopper. TO CARRY ON THE WRIST. Simple and Easily Made Little Bag a Great Convenience for the Shopper. A very simple and easily made lit- Ue bag for carrying on the wrist is shown in the accompanying sketch. With the exception of the two little side pieces, it can be cut out entirely in one piece, in the shape shown by the diagram on the left-hand side. The little bag from which our sketch was made was covered with pale blue silk with a design of pansies worked in colored silks on either side, and it was bound at the edges with the pale pink ribbon, inside being lined with soft silk of an old gold color. Between the lining and the outer cover there was an interlining of thin cardboard to stiffen the bag and keep it in shape. The two side pieces are of pale blue silk, gathered into a small frill at the top, and there is a long loop of ribbon with a rosette, by which the bag may be slung over the wrist. There is not much work in making a little article of this kind, and it is a pretty idea to make it of a color to match or harmonise with the color of the costume with which it is intended to be worn. A bag of this description should, of course, be made in quite a small size, for carrying a purse and, perhaps, a handkerchief, but a bag of the same pattern can be made ina larger’size to serve for work or as a prayer-book carrier, as the shape lends itself to this purpose. IDEAS FROM FASHION CENTER Parisian Costumes This Season All of the Most Elegant and Ex- pensive Design. The _close-skirted, _ short-bodiced gowns prevail over all others for ele- gant wear, these allowing quaint dra- peries which in many cases may be likened to the old polonaise, says a Paris letter. An overfall in Greek line is also much exploited, and scarcely an empire frock is worn without the dashing coat made especially for it. Square slashed tails, and a shoul- der cut which reveals the best part of the close, beautiful lace sleeves of the gown, are the modish points for these. With such superb dresses the stock- ings and shoes are correspondingly ex- quisite. High-heeled slippers in the palest tints, with plain or embroidered silk stockings to match, trip from car- riage and automobile across the mud- diest pavements, As afternoon is the time for out- door life here, the dressing in the Bois turnouts and along the Grand boulevard always shows this suitable elegance. Indeed, there is no such thing as a morning walking dress in Paris, for the pleasure-loving Paris. ienne goes out only to see and be seen. rs The Betrothal Bracelet. There is no frettier token for a fiancee than bracelets, and every girl will feel grateful to Prince George of Greece for having revived this fine old custom. He bestowed a_ betrothal bracelet upon Princess Marie Bona- parte at the time he slipped an en- gagement ring upon her finger, and since then his example has been fol- lowed by young men all over Europe. The fashion has come in here, and no young woman's engagement now wil be complete unless sealed by both ring and a bracelet. The bracelet that now encircles the princess’ wrist is a beautiful example of the goldsmith’s art. It consists of two bands of gold chased in an an- tique design. The bands are studded with diamonds and sapphires, and the clasp of each is a heart of diamonds. Meals Are Short. Meals of inordinate length are no longer considered good form even for elaborate occasions. A few courses deliciously cooked and properly served are all that are necessary even in dinner giving. cae A ip i ep a AL PLO AALS RAAT SIMPLE CARD PARTY PRIZES. > git alas Laundry Bags of Gay Cretonne Will Be Found Most Acceptable to Your Guests. A young woman who was to give a large bridge party of ten tables was somewhat appalled at the thought of the prizes until she saw a friend’s laundry bag for soiled handkerchiefs. This was a circular bag of gay cre tonne, the opening bound with red satin ribbon, hangers and small bow a‘ each side of the opening and a ro- sette of the ribbon over the gathers the circle in front and a large cov- ered button at the back. These bags are so simple to make that one was not hard to provide for each table. The cost was small, as a yard and a half of cretonne or imita- tion English chintz would make two bags. Twa and a half yards of inch and a half tibbon was used. The cretonne measured from thirty- two inches to a yard wide, and was cut in half lengthwise. Enough was taken from the end to cover two but- tons. The ends were then sewed into a straight French seam. This left one edge a selvedge and the other was turned back about an eighth of an inch. Both edges were gathered and drawn into a tight circle directly op- posite each other. This made a broad circular puff. The outer edge of this puff, opposite the French seam, was cut in a straight slash, eight inches long, and bound with the rib- bon. A half yard of the ribbon was used as a handle, a small*bow being sewed at each end where it joined the binding. ¥ Where the circles were joined to- gether on the front, a ribbon rosette was put, while the back gathering was hidden by the covered button. As the cretonnes chosen were ex- tremely artistic in coloring, these prizes made as great a hit as if they shad cost twice as much as they did. The clamp fasteners used on placket openings were sewed to the opening of the bag as a fastener. This can be omitted if desired. NEW LIFE AND STRENGTH Obtained Through Proper Action of * the Kidneys. Mrs. Josiah Straw, 526 N. Broadway, Canton, So. Dak., says: “I suffered for some time with rheumatic pains in my limbs and was weak and languid. # The irregularity of the kidney secre- tions also caused much _ annoyance. After using Doan’s Kidney Pills I did i not have these trou- Sh asSfy 7 bles. They seemed to put new life and strength into my System and helped me in every way. My husband had an experience almost the same, and it is with pleasure that we both recommend Doan’s Kidney Pills.” £old by all dealers. Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, Be No Chance for an Argument. “Do you know, sir,” said the party in the clerical garb, “that this world will be a miserable place until all in- toxicating beverages are done away with?” “I sure do,” replied the man with the crimson beak, “and I’m holding my end of the good work up by doing away with a liberal portion of it every day.” SKIN TROUBLES CURED. Two Little Girls Had Eczema Very Badly—!n One Case Child’s Hair Came Out and Left Bare Patches. Cuticura Met with Great “T have two little girls who have been troubled very badly with eczema. One of them had it on her lower limbs. I did everything that I could hear of for her, but it did not give in until warm weather, when it seem- ingly subsided. The next winter when it became cold the eczema _ started again and also in her head where it would take the hair out and leave bare patches. At the same time her arms were sore the whole length of them. I took her to a physician, but the child grew worse all the time. Her sister’s arms were also affected. I be- gan using Cuticura Remedies, and by the time the second lot was used their skin was soft and smooth. Mrs. Charles Baker, Albion, Me., Sept. 21, ’08.” Potter Drug & Chem, Corp., Sole Props., Boston. Success, HUNTING WOLVES IN TEXAS. Big Prairie Animals That Are Not Afraid to Attack Man or Horse. “You can talk the sport of hunting the fox all you wv id about Maj. Charles Russell of Vim rer. “Down in western Texas, where I used to live, we have a_ sport that beats fox hunting all hollow. I refer to hunting prairie wolves on horse- back. In that country we chase the varmints on Texas. ponies’ with h ids, and when we get the wolf within shooting distance we kill him with a pistol. “Let me tell you it is exciting sport. Some of the wolves are larger than a mastiff and can tear up a pack of dogs in no time. I have even seen the creatures when brought to bay not hesitate to attack a mounted man. I have killed them when they were leaping for the horse’s throat, and I have seen them almost pull a rider from his horse. Usually it takes more than cne shot from a heavy pistol to slay the wolf. “We have another sport in the Texas Panhandle almost as exciting,” continued the major, “and that the jackrabbit hunt on horseback with greyhounds, Contrary to general opin- ion, a jackrabbit cannot outrun a good greyhound, except straightaway for, say, 300 yards. Even a good cow pony can run over a jackrabbit within half a mile. Those horses can jump, too. I once owned a pinto pony that could jump a five-strand barbed wire fence.” LIGHT BOOZE Do You Drink It? A minister’s wife had quite a tussle with coffee and her experience is in- teresting. She says: “During the two years of my train ing as a nurse, while on night duty, I became addicted to coffee drinking. Be- tween midnight and four in the morn- ing, when the patients were asleep, there was little to do except make the rounds, and it was quite natural that I should want a good, hot cup of cof- fee about that time. It stimulated me and I could keep awake better. “After three or four years of coffee drinking I became a nervous wreck and thought that I simply could not live without my coffee. All this time I was subject to frequent bilious at- tacks, sometimes so severe as to keep me in bed for several days. “After being married, Husband begged me to leave off coffee for he feared that it had already hurt me almost beyond repair, so I resolved to make an effort to release myself from the hurtful habit. “T began taking Postum, and for a few days felt the languid, tired feeling from the lack of the stimulant, but I liked the taste of Postum and that answered for the breakfast beverage all right. “Finally I began to feel clearer head- ed and had steadier nerves. After a year’s use of Postum I now feel like a hew woman—have not had any bilious attacks since I left off coffee.” “There's a Reason.” Read “The Road to Wellville,” in pkgs. Ever read the above letter? A new one appears from time to time. are genuine, true, and full of human cuterest. : 50 cents a box, uv SS