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evenge BY GUY THORNE The Thrilling Story of a Mother’s Love and a woman.”—Lord Byron. CHAPTER V.—(Continued.) ‘As the actual second of her terrible enterprise approached she became self-controlled and calm. Some of the most subtle and careful brains in Eu- rope had devised and supervised ev- ery detail of what she was about to do. Nothing had been left to chance. The strange and dangerous plan by which the kidnapped child was to be shot out into the night suddenly and noiselessly, had been calculated with marvelous nicety by those in the pay of a tall, fair woman, who even now sat waiting for tidings in an old cas- tle on the Rhine. And the tool of the princess, the treacherous instrument of another’s revenge, the trusted friend of the woman she was about to rob of all that she held most dear, had herself been trained, as a gym- nast is trained, in every detail of what was to be shown in the expendi- mental house which had been taken this. Miss Decies remained by the bundle. She set it gently, swinging to and fro, and noticed with satisfaction that the are it described in its progress would take it far out through the open window and over the narrow pavement below, when ‘sufficient im- petus had been given it. The tramp of the great cart horses came nearer and nearer. Now there was nothing to listen for but the sounds at the far end of Pic- cadilly, by St. George’s hospital, which would tell of the simulated riot and draw all the patrolled constables of the neighborhood to it in a mo- ment. The fresh night air from the Green Park swept and eddied into the dark- ened room. Beyond the great, black square of the open French windows a faint radiance of moonlight illumined the sky, and the only sound in the room itself was the muffled drum- ming that Miss Decies heard as her heart raced and pulsed within her in terrible exhilaration. Ah! there it was—a drowned and distant shout! More shouting —a chorus of shouts! the muffled whis- tles of the police. Almost immediately the old lady heard heavy hurrying footsteps not far away from the open window. They echoed loudly for a moment and decreased in sound, while the distant noise and shouting grew louder and yet more loud. She glided to the table upon which the keen-edged hunting knife lay, took it up in her hand, and once more re- turned to her station by the swinging bundle. As she did so she was aware of the heavy clank, clank of the great horses which drew the half-wain be- neath the windows. There was a dead silence for a mo- ment, and then a low whistle shivered up and into the room. It was the signal. § ‘When she heard it the old woman went to the end of the bundle, ran with it to the window and pushed it against the recoil of the rope until it was out above the balcony. Then she released it, and in a flash she was back against the opposite wall. She was there, waiting, before the return swing of the long narrow thing brought it within her grasp. She caugit it, held it for the moiety of a second, and then gave it a fur- ther and tremendous impetus. It flashed away out of the dark room into the pale moonlight, and as it rose to its highest point again the low whistle sounded. The knife was in her hand, and at the moment of hearing she drew it with a quick and certain movement across the taut rope tied to the pillar of the sideboard. There was a little whispering shriek, high up-in the roof, as the re- leased rope rushed through the pulley. Then a dull, muffled thud came to her as the bundle fell accurately in the middle of the hay. The third low whistle announced the complete suc- cess of everything; there was a trail- ing noise as the concealed people upon the top of the wagon drew in the severed rope, and once more the % heavy tramp of the re-started horses Degan to echo as the cart with its precious burden moved on. She staggered to the windows, had just enough strength left to close and fasten them, to pull the heavy cur- tains over them, once more to switch on the electric lights, and then she fell in a huddled heap upon the floor, and everything flashed away from her. CHAPTER VI. Capt. Basil Marriott’s Experiences. Capt. Marriott seemed to be lying at the bottom of a deep, black lake. He could feel the icy pressure of the fathoms of water about him. He lay in the dark, and there was a distant winging in his ears as though, far ‘away on the surface of the cruel } swater which held him, waves were raging. And then, suddenly, the darkness ‘seemed a little lightened, and the chill inertia of his body was relieved. Far above him, as he stared, he saw the \gaint green light coming down through the depths—a faint, green, swaying light. , , eae “Sweet is revenge, especially to a Woman's Hate His body seemed suddenly light- ened. The buzzing in his ears in- creased to a loud and almost musical volume of sound, and he began to rise —tise. It was all green now, light, waving green, and he was rushing upwards at a tremendous speed. Then, suddenly, the commotion stopped. There was a great glare in his eyes, and the buz- zing noise in his ears ceased, as though it had been suddenly turned off by a tap, with the completeness of a turned-off gramophone. Then a quiet voice, which he seemed to hear as from a great dis- tance, began to talk, talk, talk, talk. It was like the voice heard at the end of a telephone when one is on a great trunk une and the speaker is a hundred miles away. He lay idly lis- tening, and then, with the swiftness of a change of scene in a theater, he came back to full consciousness. His head was lifted up, a woman’s arm supported it, and a thin man in spectacles was looking down upon him. ‘ “He will do now,” said the man. Something was pressed to his lips and in an odd, subjective way, though with little personal sensation, he felt the clinking of the rim of the glass against his teeth. Then he swallowed something. What he could not have told, but it seemed like liquid life. His head was gently laid back upon what he realized now was a pillow. “Where am I?” he said, with wide eyes, The doctor answered with a pro- nounced Irish accent. “Me dear sir,” he said, “you were brought in late last night, or, rather, early this morning.” Basil took in the words slowly and with difficulty. It was as though they had to percolate into his brain, one by one, like drops of water passing through the carbon of a filter. Then he got the whole sentence, and it blossomed immediately from the sub- conscious into the conscious brain. “But why?” he said, weakly. “What has happened? I don’t remember.” “1’d be very much surprised if you did,” said the doctor, chuckling. A curious irritation suddenly came to Basil—a childish irritation. “I do not see that there is anything to laugh at,” he said. The nurse patted him on the arm, “It is all right, Capt. Marriott,” the doctor answered. “It is all right. I was not laughing at you Indade, I was laughing because my diagnosis of you when you were brought in here last night was thoroughly correct. There is no harm done to you at all. And, besides, you are, in a measure, my own special capture.” Basil began to feel better. Where- as before all the sense of impressions had been broken frequently, now he began to take in the room in larger eyefuls, and the voice came to his ears with something of the accus- tomed frequency of real life. “You say,” he said, faintly, ‘“some- thing happened to me. Please tell me.” “Tt is just like this,” the doctor re- plied. ‘Some time after 2 o’clock last night I was coming back from a party. It was a party given by Mrs. Isaacs.” He stopped and looked keenly at the patient. “Why! swered, The doctor grinned. “Sure, you are all right, if you remember that. Well, I saw you there meself, though I was not introduced to you. ou must have left before me. I was walking home to the hospital, and I turned into Pic- cadilly, a little way down, just oppo- site a great big house. I took the number of it—it was 100a. I came across you. You were lying upon the pavement. Your hat rolled into the road, and you were insensible. There was nobody about at all—no police- man or anything. Though, looking down towards Hyde Park corner, I saw some people moving and heard some echo of a row. “IT examined you, and found you had been struck on the back of the head, though the skin had not been broken. There was a swelling at the nape of the neck, and I came to the conclusion at once that you had been sandbagged. You had not got a watch chain on, but I felt in your waistcoat pocket and found your re- peater was there all right. And there was a heavy signet ring on your finger and a sovereign purse at the end of a steel chain, which you wore in your trousers pocket, which was full of money. I did what I could to bring you round, but found it was hopeless, and then, by good luck, I saw a policeman coming along by Devonshire house, and I whistled to him. I stayed by you while he ran to the hospital, and we got you in on an ambulance. There’s the whole story. Now, how do you feel?” “I feel just as if three pianolas were playing inside my head at the same time.” “Oh, you will feel that for several hours,” the doctor said, “but there is no harm done. There is no concus- sion, as I had feared. You will be all right. Some one has been going for you. Do you remember anything of what happened?” Basil hesitated for a moment, and then the last mist before the etched I was there!” Basil an- che said. “To be su it all now!”) “Well, then,” the doctor answered, “éf you will, come and tell me_ all about it—but not here. It will do you good to walk a few yards. Come into my own room, and I will have some bouillon with a little brandy in it brought for you. Of course,” he add- ed, in a slightly different tone—‘“of course, I know you very well Li name, Capt. Marriott. And I have h the pleasure of meeting Sir Hercules.” Together, the nurse and the doctor assisted Basil to rise. A dressing gown was found for him, for his coat and shirt had been taken away ,and he was assisted down a corridor, pass- ed through a green baize door, an- other one ef wood, and found himself in the doctor’s sanctum. He sat down in an armchair of green leather and looked round him. “Now, you just be quiet for a mo- ment,” said the doctor, “and I will see about a corpse reviver for ye.’ Once more, for a moment, the sailor’s grip of what had happened seemed a little loosened. He looked round him idly, taking in the mise en scene. The walls of the room were papered with a floral pattern of light green. The carpet was of a dull crimson, and scrupulous- ly swept. Round the walls hung the photographs of famous English and continental surgeons, reminiscences of the clinics which the doctor had at- tended. Here was the keen, bearded face of Pozi, there the benevolent as- pect of Hulke; while above, Timothy Holmes himself smiled benignly in his doctor’s robes. At one end of the reom was a large glass-fronted cabi- net, lined with cedar wood. Suspend- ed from hooks at the back and lying on each shelf was an array of shining ite of “By Jove!” steel instruments, forceps, scissors, bistouries, probes, bone augers and perforators. The sun was shining in through a long French window hung with biscuit colored curtains, while a telephone stood upon a leather-topped writing table. How strange it was to be suddenly translated thus from ordinary life into an entirely new environment. Was it thus that people felt when they die and wake in a new world? He won- dered idly, and as he did so the doc- tor returned, followed by a pleasant- faced nurse carrying a steaming bowl of bouillon upon a tray. “Now, then, I won’t ask you @ word,” said the doctor, “until you have put yourself outside this. He sat down and lit a cigarette, watching Basil keenly the while, but with ob- vious satisfaction in his. alert Irish eyes. When some few minutes had elapsed he said, “Now, then, what happened, Capt. Marriott?” “I don’t know how I came by my hurt,” Basil answered. “By the way, what time ig it?” “J don’t know at all why I should have been struck down. Somebody must have got behind me and dealt me a blow which left me unconscious on the pavement.” “Have you Any enemies that you know of?” “As far as I know, I have not a single enemy in the world.” “That is odd be cause, you see, you were not robbed of any of your posses- sions. I’ve got ’em all here safe for you. If it was an ordinary case of robbery I should have understood it. Is there nothing else that occurred which would account for it?” Suddenly Basil remembered a great, black, swinging bag in the air— a huge black thing that swung in the middle air, flung and falling, while the honey-colored sickle of the moon was behind it, falling, swingiing, falling! (To Be Continued.) SOLID WOOD BLOSSOM. Peculiar Flower Found on Trees Grow- ing in Crevasses of Mount Agua. Through the gift of a friend who visited the remote region where it grows Herman Silver of Los An- geles has come into the possession of a specimen of the strangest and rar- est flower known to scientists. It is the “Rose of Hell,” a gigantic blossom of solid wood, which grows Only on the edges of a Central Ameri- can volcano and gets its name from the Indians, who believe the crater is the entrance of hell and the blossom .a native of the regions inside. Mr. Silver's specimen is one of few that have ever been brought to this country, and perhaps the finest. At first appearance it seems to be a tough gnarled knot of a tree which has been splintered, but closer exami- nation discloses the fact that it has petals of wood and bark and the rough outlines of a flower. The petals, con- cave ih form, are arranged much like the petals of a half blown rose. Their inside surfaces are covered with fine lines, which have the delicacy of fine hand carvinng. The stem, which is about a foot long, is of some unusual wood, which is light and strong. It is covered with heavy bark, which seems to lave been cracked by heat. Both flower and stem are dark brown —the color of weather beaten boughs —and dry as tinder. The flower grows on a tree of great size and strength. The blossom measures about twelve inches across. The trees grow in the crevasses on the sides of Mount Agua, a high peak among the rugged mountains of Cen- tral America and near the volcano of Fuego. The Guatemalan Indians have known of it for a long time and have associated it with the fiery vengeance of the subterranean regions. Imparting Valuable Information. There is but one Skowhegan, but how many of our esteemed friends know that there are two Oshkoshes LE “HANDY ON ANY é Detailed Plans for the Construction of Building to Hold Thousand Bushels of Grain that Can Be Moved. t To contain a thousand bushels a granary should be 12x14 feet with 8-foot studs. The frame should be made of planks 2x6 inches fastened by 4inch spikes. To form the side frame take three pieces 2x6 inches 14 feet long and eight pieces 8 feet long, the former for plate and sills, the latter for studs. On two of the 14-foot pieces mark off 2-foot spaces and at these places mark across with a try square the places where the studs are to be nailed to the plate and upper layer of the sill, but notice that the -|studs at the ends of the side frames are put flat instead of across; also that these and all the end studs have a piece cut out to allow the joists at the ends of the building to be let into (See A, Fig. 1.) Then the end studs. be placed in such a position at each end that a small door wide enough for a man to get through can be cut be- tween them. The elevator spout of the threshing machine can be put into whichever of: these doors is more convenient to allow the machine to be set with the wind. The other rafters may now be raised and braced in po- sition. Now cut out six feet of one of the end studs to form a door four feet wide, and nail a piece of plank across the top of this space, to form the top of the door frame, and support the short piece of stud left above. This width of door will allow a fan- ning mill to be taken in to clean up seed grain, etc. When laying the floor it is a good plan to nail pieces of board on the Side Frame of Granary. when the flooring is nailed to these joists it holds the end wall firm against the pressure of the wheat. After spiking down through the plate into the studs and up through one plank of the sill into the other end of the studs, the lower plank of the sill may be spiked to the upper plank of the sill. (See Fig. 1.) Make the other side frame in the same way, then raise them up and fasten the bottoms together with the two end joists and brace with slant braces in such a position that the side frames are just at right angles to the joists. The. tops. then be fastened to- gether by spiking the end Plates on top of the side plates (See B,. Fig. 1), but first marking on it the places where the end studs are to be spiked {under side as you go, to cover any mot holes; also nail small pieces of board on the two sides of the studs (three sides in the end _ studs) even with the top edge of the joist for the double purpose of sup- porting the floor and _ preventing wheat from sifting through the cracks, if you do not make a perfect fit of the flooring round the studs. To move these granaries make two skids from timber 4x6 inches, 14 feet long with a block spiked on the back end. Round up the other end like a sleigh runner and bore a hole, into which a large clevis may be fastened. Pry up one end of granary at a time and put the skids in position under- neath the granary. Hitch two horses to each clevis by a chain and by hav- Frame of two feet apart as before. These end studs are cut similar to the, corner ones, except that they must be made two inches (or the thickness of the plank) longer than the corner ones, so as to reach the higher plate and fit on the inside of the end joist as be- fore. The other joists may now be laid across and spiked at each end to the side studs, also spiked to the sills. The gables are formed by putting up a pair of rafters at each end and spiking to these, upright pieces of 2x4- inch scantling resting on the end plate and spiked to it. Two of these should Granary. ing two careful drivers or by tying their heads together as a four-horse team for one driver the granary can be hauled where you wish. Pry up again and remove the skids. It is a good plan to have two planks fastened together just like the sills to lay un- der the middle of the joists as a sup- port. The best material for covering sides and floor is six-inch flooring, but many people use narrow shiplap. It is also economy to paint as soon as finished. The siding needs to be well nailed with three-inch wire nails. LOOK NOW TO DRY FARMING Method of Cultivating Lands Hitherto Considered Arid. “Dry farming, quickly defined, is the art of raising grain, fruit and vege- tables on lands hitherto considered arid, and of no value except for sheep grazing,” announces John F. Burns, secretary treasurer of the Dry Farm- ing congress. “Not only the United States, but a large portion of the whole world is interested in dry farm- ing, and at our convention at Chey- enne a few weeks ago, representa- tives from Canada, Mexico, Siberia, Australia and the Transvaal were in- terested participants. The growing population of the world demands that these hitherto neglected areas be made to produce and the area of arid lands devoted to farming will grow rapidly “In dry farming, a region in which less than eight inches of moisture falls is of little use, but where the rainfall or snowfall amounts to more than eight inches good crops of grain and fruit are being successfully grown at this time. “For wheat, I would recommend plowing in the fall to a depth of at least 12 inches; then following up with the harrow in the same direction as the plow. In a few weeks another harrowing would be in order, and through the year I would harrow fre- quently, in order to have the soil re- tain all the moisture in the atmos- phere that could be saver In the following fall I would plant red winter wheat, and when this was up a few inches I would run a harrow over it to tear out a certain proportion of the plants. Later on I would repeat the harrowing process. I have known 60 bushels of wheat to be raised in arid regions by such a process, which, of course, allows of only one crop every two years.” To njoy the full confidence of the Well-Informed of the World and the Commendation of the most eminent physicians it was essen- tial that the component parts of Syrup of Figs and Elixir of Senna should be known to and approved by them; there- fore, the California Fig Syrup Co. pub- lishes a full statement with every package, The perfect purity and uniformity of pro- duct, which they demand in a laxative remedy of an ethical character, are assured by the Company’s original method of man- ufacture known to the Company only. The figs of California are used in the production of Syrup of Figs and Elixir of Senna to promote the pleasant taste, but the medicinal principles are obtained from plants known to act most beneficially. To get its beneficial effects always buy the genuine—manufactured by the Cali- fornia Fig Syrup Co. only, and for sale by all leading druggists. Why He Wore It. Hibbs—That’s a pretty loud vest you have on, old man. Gibbs—Yes, the doctor said I must keep a check on my stomach. CRIPPLED WITH SCIATICA Caused by Disordered Action of the Kidneys. Samuel D. Ingraham, 2402 E. Main St., Lewiston, Idaho, says: “For two ~ years I was crip- pled with sciatic rheumatism in my thighs and could not get about with- out crutches. The kidney secretions became irregular, x painful, and showed a heavy sediment. Doctors were not helping me so I began taking Doan’s Kidney Pills. I improved soon, and after a while was entirely free from my suffering. Iam in the best of health now and am in debt to Doan’s Kidney, Pills for saving my life.” Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box. Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. THE WITCHES’ TREE. Curious Superstitions Regarding the Influenne of the Elder. Country people speak of the elder tree as “The Witches’ Tree,” and plant it near farm buildings and dairies to keep off witches. They also say that the roots should never come near a well, still less grow into it, or the water will b espoilt. Evelyn’s opinion was also unfavorable. He says: “I do by no means commend the scent of it which is very noxious to the air. “We learn from Biesius that a cer- tain house in Spain, seated among many elder trees, diseased and killed nealy all its inhabitants, which, when at last they were grubbed up, became a very healthy and wholesome place.” Cattle scarcely touch the elder, and the mole is driven away by the scent. Carters often place branches on their horses’ heads to keep off flies. Nothing will grow well in the company of the elder, and when it has been removed and all its roots carefully grubbed up it is some few years before the ground becomes perfectly sweet and good for anything. The berries, besides feeding the birds, make excellent country wine, delicious with soda water in summer or taken hot in winter; the wood is particularly good for skewers and the curious jews’ red fungus grows on elder stumps. A species of elder in the Tyrol is covered with beautiful scarlet berries. OVER THE FENCE Neighbor Says Something. The front yard fence is a famous council place on pleasant days. Maybe to chat with some one along the street, or for friendly gossip with next door neighbor. Sometimes it is only small talk but other times neighbor has something really good to offer. An old resident of Baird, Texas, got some mighty good advice this way once. He says: “Drinking coffee left me nearly dead with dyspepsia, kidney disease and bowel trouble, with constant pains in my stomach, back and side, and so weak I could scarcely walk. “One day I was chatting with one of my. neighbors about my trouble and told her I believed coffee hurt me. Neighbor said she knew lots of people to whom coffee was poison and she pleaded with me to quit it and give Postum a trial. I did not take her advice right away but tried a change of climate, which did not do me any good. Then I dropped coffee and took up Postum. “My improvement began immediate- ly and I got better every day I used Postum. f “My bowels became regular in two weeks, all my pains were gone. Now I am well and strong and can eat any- thing I want to without distress. All of this is due to my having quit cof- fee, and to the use of Postum regu- larly. “My son who was troubled with indi- gestion thought that if Postum helped me s0, it might help him. It did, too, and he is now well and ‘strong again. “We like Postum as well as we ever liked the coffee and use it altogether in my family in place of coffee and all keep well.” “There’s a Reason.” Read “The Road to Wellville,” in Pkgs. Ever read the above letter? A new Ka appears eee to time. 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