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Revenge BY GUY THORNE The Thrilling Story of a Mother’s Love anda woman.”—Lord Byron. CHAPTER IX.—(Continued.) Now, as the drowsy afternoon lay upon the countryside, as the great furry bees with their golden chains, like city aldermen, went droning past him, there was a sense of peace and quiet joy, which came back to him with all the tenderness and sweet- aess of an old song. They came into the village. The thatched cottages, covered with wis- (aria; the gardens, brilliant with old- fashioned flowers (stocks, and phlox, and hollyhocks), nestled among huge elms. On the other side of the little green road rose the gray Norman tow- er of tho church and the red roofs of he rectory. Basil had arrived. He got down from the carriage and sent the man to the local inn, and hen walked up the trim graveled sweep to the old house. The maid servant who opened the joor took him at once to a long, low- -eilinged drawing room, fragrant with pot-pourri and all the simple refine- ments of such a house as this. The sunlight poured in through the open French windows, which gave ipon the lawn, There was the distant murmur of the mowing machine. Here, ndeed, was tranquility and peace. Then the door opened, and Daisy vame into the room. CHAPTER X. Lightning ove and an Extraordinary Decision. How tall, how fresh, how fragrant, how beautiful Daisy looked in her white frock, with the coiled masses of dark hair surrounding the small Greek head! Basil] and she went up together and shook hands in the manner of old and intimate friends, They sat down together in the sweet, fragrant, old-fashioned drawing com. He looked earnestly at her. Miss Hobson,” he said, “you have, no doubt, heard the news? What you told Mr. Grant and myself was abso- lutely justified. I told you at the time I believed implicitly in what you Mr. Grant, I am sorry to say, jid not see with me in the matter— but then, of course, it was far more strange and sudden to him than it was I knew nothing of Miss Decies. He knew her as one of the most im- jortant members of the household in Piccadilly, and the aunt of the duch- that said. o me. Yes, Capt. Marriott,” she replied, saw the papers this morning and rned the terrible news. I knew —indeed, I was certain—that Miss D S was at the bottom of this ter- ible happening. But you must re- nember my position in the household of the duchess. I was simply second ourse to his little grace. You know why I accepted such a position, which, 2s I have told you, was exceedingly well paid. It was simply and solely to help my father to educate my young brothers and sisters. What did it matter to me? It did not make me any the less well-born, that I had sunk all questions of that sort for the time, and took what, I suppose, one might call a menial position. The money was the great thing, so far as I was concerned. “In that position I naturally had no opportunity of remarking to any one on certain stages things which I wit- nessed. I should have jeopardized my place, nor should I have been believed. “This morning the ‘Daily Wire’ was brought out by the postman, as usual. “I opened it, and among the columns of nonsense and misstatements in con- nection with the disappearance of the little duke I read the news of Miss Decies’ suicide. By putting two and two together, I realized that she must have come to Mr. Grant’s flat very shortly after I left it. The newspaper account supplied the missing details and I understood quite well how you and Mr. Grant had left the flat to visit the duchess, and that, in your ab- sence the terrible affair occurred; but — “Sweet is revenge, especially to a I was not surprised—I was not sur- prised at all.” Her voice dropped and trembled a little, while the large dark eyes seem- ed to grow larger still in their appeal. Basil thought that they were like deep forest pools of clear water— pools of clear, dark water, into which the sun threw a golden beam through the tracery of the leaves above. “Miss Hobson,” he said, “I must take you entirely into my confidence.” “Anything you say to me, Capt. Mar- riott,” she answered, “is absolutely sacred.” “J know it,” he replied. tell you anything.” There was something in the warmth of his response that came to her with mo: han an ordinary meaning. She fiushé@ a little, though she did not seem displeased. _ i “What I have to explain is this,” Basil went on. “Michael Grant and myself are in the absolute confidence of the duchess. We have both both pledged ourselves that we shall see this matter out'to the very’ end. “I would Woman’s Hate We are, in short, vowed to the service of the duchess, and we are about to set out upon what may prove to be a most perilous enterprise in order to gain news of the little duke and, if God wills it, to restore him to his mother.” The sailor’s manner was most earn- est and impressive. He felt deeply, and he was a little surprised to see that the beautiful girl who stood op- posite him seemed to lack something of his own enthusiasm. “Of course,” she said, “Capt. Mar- riott, I have long known that Mr. Michael Grant was the vowed hench- man of her grace, and, indeed, every- body has been saying that some day or other the two will marry; but I did not know that you also were, so to speak, one of her sworn courtiers.” He heard her words, and took in their meaning in a flash. The captain of a first-class cruiser who is still a very young man is not a fool. Basil realized that the girl had, quite unconsciously, betrayed a little jealousy of his own newly-vowed allegiance to the radiant and beautiful young duchess. The realization set his heart beating furiously, and his eyes grew bright. She could not, she would not have said that if she had not already taken more than a usual interest in him. His voice had quite a new ring in it as he replied. “Miss Hobson,” he said, “I think that, with one exception, the duchess of London is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I was glad and proud to join Michael Grant in this business. My father is a very in- timate friend of the duchess, and if Grant—who you say, seems to be singularly epris in that quarter—and I canagot get to the bottom of this busi- ness, then I do not think Scotland Yary and all the rest of it can, either, My point of view in joining in the af- fair is simply a sporting one. Of course, one rather likes to do anything for such a charming girl as the duch- ess, as I think she is almost the most beautiful woman I have ever seen; but heaven preserve me,” he added, in a lower voice, “from ever falling in love with a woman with red hair.” His eyes twinkled as he spoke, and Daisy could not restrain a little rip- plé of laughter. “Come down into the valley’—I think I quote correctly,” Basil said. “Don’t you remember Tennyson’s poem about the shepherd? It is safer to love in the valley; that’s the point the song makes. Seriously, Miss Hob- son, I would rather be any one in this world than Michael Grant, famous and celebrated as he is. To be in love with a girl so highly placed, so utterly remote as the Duchess of London, must be a continual torture. At least, that is the way I look upon it.” “You did not come here to talk about being in love, did you, Capt. Marriott?” Daisy said, with a smile. “You came here to ask me what I could tell you about MisgDecies. You came here to see if I could give you any information.” “By Jove!” the sailor answered, “of course I did, Miss Hobson, Please do forgive me. But—but—” He hesi- tated for a moment, and then conclud- ed, rather lamely, as he felt himself, “It is so jolly to be in the country after London; and really, one quite forgets. You see,” he continued, “to- night Michael Grant and myself leave for Germany by the midnight train.” “For Germany?” she said. And her voice seemed suddenly strained and anxious. “It is Germany,” he replied — not without a repetition of the same joy- ous thrill that he had experienced be- fore—“that we expect to find the so lution of the mystery.” “It is indeed, Capt. Marriott,” she answered, with a deep gravity in her voice. “Then you know?” “I know that. the late Miss Decies was, in some strange way, connected with German people of a very curious order indeed.” Basil pulled himself together and be- came alert. There would be time to talk to her afterward—talk to her about all sorts of things. After all, it was his duty to remember the business upon which he was come. “Tell me,” he said, simply. “It is a strange story,” the girl re- plied, “and its significance is only ap- parent now, after the event. At the time when what I am going to tell you about happened I was simply puz- zled and in the dark. It is like this. “When I and my sister were chil- dren, and before my younger brothers and sisters were born, we lived for four years in Germany. My father was the English chaplain at Bad Furstenberg, which is, as you know, one of the well known cure places. It is in the State of Wohlau-Lands- krona. : “We had a German nurse.to whom we were very much attached—Greta Schmidt. When my father was ap- pointed to this living and gave up his continental chaplaincy Greta came a general servant here in this rectory. She had | land during this period and establish- brother, who came to Enz-| § ed himself in a small German cafe in Soho. 3 “When I and my sister grew up Greta went to join her brother. When I accepted the place in the household of the duchess the only person I knew in London was my old nurse. She had married a man named Schmol- der. The brother was dead. The cafe was considerably extended, and was managed by Greta and her hus- band. “Whenever I had a free afternoon or evening I used to go and see Greta, in a little street which turns out of Wardour street, and have tea with her. She was always delight- ed, of course, to meet me, 4 “I remember going one afternoon and chatting with her. She always told me everything about her life and business, and on this occasion I no- ticed that she seemed a little preoc- cupieq and distrait. “T asked her what was the matter, and after a little reticence she told me that her two upper rooms had been taken by a German gentleman from Wohlau-Landskrona, who was to arrive on that evening. , “The rooms above the shop were generally let, so her agitation seemed somewhat singular. “Well, Greta,’ I said to her, ‘I do not see why you should be upset be- cause you have a new tenant for the sitting room and the bed room!’ “Jt is not exactly that, fraulein,’ she replied, ‘but the gentleman who is coming is not the class of person I am occustomed to have here. In- deed, I cannot understand it. He should be staying at one of the great hotels. My aunt, Frau Schneider, wrote to me and engaged the rooms on behalf of this gentleman. My aunt, fraulein, is the wife of one of the royal huntsmen at the Court of Woh- lau-Landskrona. She told me in strict confidence, that the gentleman who wished to have my rooms was the Baron Fritz von Ravenstein, who is now the chief of the court of the Princess Sophia Marie Eleanora.’ “Well, of course, Capt. Marriott, this did not convey very much to me, though it seemed odd that such a very important person should want to stay in Greta’s poky little rooms in Soho. “I thought nothing of the matter. “A week or so afterward I again went to have tea with Greta. “I found that she was out, but had left a note for me, saying that she would return in about half an hour after I had expected to meet her. “Greta’s own room is on the first floor, in a sort of little entresol, into which the rooms she lets also open. “T was sity in her room, and the door was oven, when I saw—to my extreme surprise and amazement— Miss Decies herself walk across the little hall and open the door of the opposite room to where I was. As she did so a tall, blond young man— who, as far as I could see in that mo- ment, seemed singularly handsome— came out and embraced her affection- ately. re “JT still remember something of m# German, and the few words I heard meant, ‘Welcome, mother; I hope you have decided.’” Suddefly Marriott remembered how, when he had gone to the duch- ess the day before, Sir Anthony Hell- ier had mentioned the name of Fritz von Ravenstein! “Do you know who that was?” he said. “That, Miss Hobson, was Miss Decies ’son. She was not ‘Miss De- cies’ at all, as I have lately heard. She was the Baroness von Raven- stein! The husband had died many years ago. She had come to England, and this is her son. A new light is thrown upon this dreadful business. “J do not quite understand,” Daisy answered. (To Be Continued.) Traveling by Wheelbarrow. The earl of Ronaldshay, M. P., says that in these parts of China to which the Pekin cart has not yet penetrated the wheelbarrow affords an agreeable substitute. In the province of Such- uan he perceived the leisured classes who do not aspire to the dignity of a chair being trundled along in these vehicles, the rate of hire being two cash per li, roughtly two-thirds of a farthing per mile. Even in the coast towns, where many forms of conveyance are avail- able, the wheelbarrow finds favor among the lower classes, and in Shanghai he found factory hands wheeled daily to the scene of their labors on barrows of exaggerated size, six men to a barrow, at a con- tract price of 60 cents a man a month. Head of Abdul Hamid’s Secret Police. The famous Arab Izzet Pasha, head of Abdul Hamid’s secret police, who fieq to London on the proclamation of the Turkish constitution last July to escape the fury of the mob, has now sought refuge in Paris. He may be seen dining in secluded corners of the boulevard restaurants, apparently shunning notice as much as possible. It is said that he has married a young Jewess and bought a property at Boulogne, where he intends to pass the remainder of his life. Most Important of All. “Dearest,” he whispered, “I am ul- tra fashionable. I have a hat of green, a tie of green and even shots of green. Is there any more you could ask?” “Yes,” responded the practical girl, “before I accept you I would like to know if you have any long green your pockets?” N Given Away. She—Who gave the bride away? He—Her young brother, but the fel- low says he still loves her, HAVE SILLY NOTION YOUNG PEOPLE GET FALSE IDEAS ON ENTERTAINING. Too Many Seem to Think They Must Give Handsome Dinners and Luncheons or Else Extend No Hospitality. “These people who entertain all the time in a cheap way makes me sick,” said a young housekeeper discussing an inexpensive puzzle party a friend had given. “How much _ smarter Margery’s affairs would be if she gave one stunning lunch or dinner a sea- son It would save her lots of trouble, too.” Ideas like these are the deathblow to hospitality and sociability, declares a writer in the Chicago Inter Ocean. Women who cannot give handsome dinners and luncheons give nothing. They limit their entertaining and are burdened by a weight of unpaid social obligations because they cannot have as fine linen or china as wealthier friends. The power to entertain handsomely is enviable; even more to be envied is the gift of entertaining charmingly but simply. Girls at home and young married women who possess this knack are never lacking in popu- larity. It is a pleasant thing to wel- come one’s friends, but when their coming means a splurge that can be ill-afforded entertaining misses its pur- pose. We need to get back to the simpler ways when having a few guests to CHARMING FOR STREET WEAR. Walking Dress Which Embodies All the Latest Ideas Both as to Makeup and Material. * The skirt of this dress is in white cloth; it is a corselet shape, cut in points in the front, and has the right sides wrapped over to the left; it is completely edged with braid; down the front the braid is arranged in semi-circles at intervals, in which buttons are sewn. White chiffon taf- feta is used for the blouse, which has a long, tight, tucked sleeve, slightly pulled into the arm-hole; the front and back are also tucked, the tucks being stitched down a few inches; a box-plait is formed down center of front; a piece of cream lace adds a finish at the neck. Hat of white chip, trimmed with a wreath of wild roses and a feather mount. Materials required: 4% yards cloth 48 inches wide, six yards braid, seven buttons, 2% yards chiffon taffetas 42 inches wide. Plaids Win Few Women. The news that large plaids will be used “during the coming autumn in Paris to an extent which will almost form a record is hardly likely to give unmixed pleasure. As a rule, Ameri- can women are far from imitating their French sisters in their fondness for plaid gowns for town wear, and even in the realm of the nursery peo- ple the wardrobe of an average child is usually innocent of the host of small garments in plaids and checks which, in the opinion of the authori- ties, are indispensable to the outfit of she small Parisienne. dinner did not mean a caterer, sev- eral extra waiters and swelled bills. There are brides who pine to show off their dainty gifts of silver and china, who yet keep their pretty things packed away waiting for the time when they can give a costly enough meal to be in keeping. How more than foolish! Just because one has lovely table appointments can she afford to entertain simply. The pret- ty setting gives the simplest food an air. There are many ways in which young people can entertain at little cost. Eliminate expensive refresh- ments and costly prizes. These are the things that run into money. What is needed is courage not to do as the rest of your set does. FOR GALA OCCASIONS. Picture hat of chip covered with fine lace, soft wreath of muslin roses. BUTTONS ON ALL COSTUMES. One of the Chief Characteristics of the Season’s Gowns of Every Description, A whole chapter might be devoted to the buttons of the season, so im- portant is the part they play in the trimming of costumes, suits, gowns for all occasions. Those on street dresses and suits are silk or self: covered—that is, covered with a ma terial like the suit; they run from forms no larger than a lentil to two- inch disks. They are set on points of band and tab trimming, lengthwise down the sleeve, in long single or double rows down the back of princess dresses, or they define and trim the slashed or panelled coats and jackets. Those for evening or dinner gowns have become perfect little works of art, especially the two-inch disks. They are covered with cretonne flow- ered silks or are embroidered with the vigitale stitch in delicate or bright colors; they are then set into a bed of chiffon or liberty flower petals, and in this form are used to secure sash or girdle or bretelle trimmings. —Harper’s Bazar. Home Decorations. Scrim has become very popular for window curtains and summer drap- eries. It comes now with a border that is alike on both sides. It is alsa very effective when stenciled to har monize with the room. Mirrors whose frames are battered by use or otherwise in a bad condition may be converted into a real orna ment to a girl’s room by covering it with cretonne or figured denium. Stretch the goods firmly over the frame, mitering the edges, and fasten it down at the back with upholstery tacks, The newest madras curtains ne longer show the deep border at the bottom of the curtain, but use as a frieze. This is a pleasant variation, since one seldom notices the bottom of curtains, and because the light coming in through the varicolored decoration casts a glow over the room, somewhat after the effect of stained glass windows. Where the curtains are too heavy, two of the panels may be used as drapery, hang: ing from a pole at each side of the window. Faumes Continue Popular. Contrary to the usual custom plumes maintain their popularity dur- ing the summer as a trimming for straw hats. A wired plume does not sound in the least appropriate. One always thinks of the long ostrich feather al- ways as the most perfect expression of grace in hat garniture. It is, how- ever, only the rib or backbone of the feather that is wired to give the added height to some of the new turbans and bowler shapes. The plume is stif- fened to an almost unbelievable height and then doubled, so that it remains quite tall enough for all practical pur- poses. The all black hat with its long os- trich feathers is no more the Parisian favorite, and the large white hat, too, will give way before the softer silk and satin straws in pastel colors. Plumes to match will be worn on these large yet delicate creations in- tended for afternoon wear with cos- tumes of peach color, apricot, zenith blue and iris. brain and nerve builder a mere fat maker) was universally needed. average man does not accomplish the desixed results. soft gray substance in brain and nerve centers is made from Albumen and Phosphate of Potash obtained from food. Then he started to solve the problem. 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The Courier-Journal tells of this embarrassing statement made by a well-known Louisville woman who is known as thinking.” taining a young man on the porch and the mother was standing at the fence talking to the neighbors next door. was a baby a little over a year old, and it was trying to walk. shouldn’t let it walk so young,” ad- vised the thoughtless matron. until daughter walk when she was about that age, and it made her bow-legged.” The young man began to talk ener- getically about the weather. “saying things without Her daughter was enter- front In the yard of the latter “You “Wait it’s a little older. I let my Sex in Cromwells. Of course with the sexes on a foot- ing of equality as regarded opportu- nity, it would not be long until a fe- male Cromwell made her appearance, and, having made her appearance, was getting her portrait painted. The painter, onee more a fawn- ing, courtly fellow, would have the picture a flattery; him in words that became historic! but she rebuked “Paint in the hips!” she command- ed, sternly, showing that she could be more rigidly devoted to the truth than Oliver himself.—Puck. ORIGIN Of a Farnous Human Food. — The story of the great discoveries or inventions is always of interest. An active brain worker who found himself hampered by lack of bodily strength and vigor and could not carry out the plans and enterprises he knew how to conduct, was led to study va- rious foods and their effects upon the human system. fore he could carry out his plans he had to find a food that would carry him along and renew his physical and mental strength. 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