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pRETA’s Double By HELEN V. GREYSON* jk* (Oopyrlfht by Robert Bonner's Sons.) PRELUDE. • “Her deck was crowded with dospalrlng souls. And In ths hollow pauses of tho storm We heard their piercing cries.” “Boom! Boom!” sounded forth the •hip’s gun. A shipwreekl Ah, who could successfully describe it, but those who have experienced all its horrors An air of oomplete helplessness per vaded the ill-starred vessel, as every ■out on board realized that it was, per haps, only a matter of a few minutes ere the wild foam-crested waves would entirely cover the fast-sinking ship with its burden of human freight. Two girls, stnnding apart from the other pnssongers, gazed at ejcli other with looks of despair. “Oh, Inez!" exclaimed tho fairer of ths two. “They are lowering the boats. Perhaps there is still a chance for us. We mny oven yqt reach the shore of America, and, whatever happens, we will keep together! Will we not?” “That remains to be seen,” returned Inez. “At a time like this evory one must look out for himself. If it is possible to find a place in one of the bonts I mean to secure it. I'll carry this satchel.” “Oh, Inez, wait for me!" cried the frightened girl, ns her companion bur ried to tho side of the boat in the hope of securing a place for herself. “Boom for one more!" called out one of tho men. As Iuec hastened forward nnd was assisted into the boat, her companion cried: “Oh, don't go nnd leavo me here to drown all alone.” . "Look out for yourself!” returned Inez. "You seo that there is no moro room in this boat.’ ’ "Come, miss,” said the man who had assisted the women, "I think I can make room for you." . To the unspruknhlo relief of the frightened girl, she at last found'her self besido hor companion, who evi dently wished to leave her behind in the ill-fated ship. “Oh, Inez!" sho said. “It almost seemed as if you wished me to drown. Why did you try to exclude me from this boat?” "Beonuso it was overcrowded. How absurd you aro! You are a little cow ard i" “But there is only one more bont; and soo, that is filled already! How must those poor souls feel that are left on the ship to seo their lost hope slip ping away? Look, Inez! How fast she is sinking!” Lenuing forward, with tear-fllled eyes, looking at the boat, which was rapidly disappenring beneath tho mountains of water that was sweeping ovor its decks, sho ex claimed: “Heaven help them! If I 'live, I’ll never forget this terrible soene, nor cease to hear their pitoous voices raised in prayers nnd entreaties." “If you live! You mny well say ‘if.’ I doubt whother this boat will outlivo the wind." "Be careful there!” cried tho man who was doing his best to stoor tho boat.” At that juncture there was a rustle in the opposite end of the bont, and before any ouo was aware of it, some one shouted^ “Lady overboard!” "Do you see her? Has she come up yet?” was naked hy n dozen nt once. "No; I fear she has gono down to oome up no more," nuswored some body in tho crowd. The faoe of Inez was as white as death, for it was hor companion who had been so unfortunate. Was it merely a ooinoidenoe that Inez had her hand on her companion’s arm when sho had so unexpectedly fallen overboard? However, the girl sobbed quite suc cessfully behind her handkerchief for awhile, nnd those who inquired who the poor girl was were told that sho was merely an acquaintance that she had formed on tho voyage—a Miss Joanseu. The son soon hecumo calmer, and tho officer in tho boat told them that if all continued well they would reach the shore of America before very long. A look of triumph flashed ovor Inez’s face ns she kept firm hold of the satchel belonging to her unfortunate friend, while from many henrtB a silent thanks giving wont up to God who had seeu fit to spare their lives. CHAPTER I. BRENTWOOD PARK. On that bright summer day Brent wood Park wns looking its best. At least so thought Eric Brentwood as ho sauntered down the shady avenue that led from the house to the massive on- tranoe-gnte. His handsqme, high-bred face wore a pruooenpiod look, ns if his thoughts were not entirely centered on the beauty of the park and its sur roundings. He took a letter from his inside poc ket and perused its contents. “So we nre to have nil addition to our household,” he said half aloud. “I don’t altogether fancy the idea. Yet why should I object to having a young lady in tho family? The old place is rather dull with" only mother and myHelf, besides the servants, and, no doubt, the coming of this young girl will liven things up a bit. At any rate, she is coming, and nil thnt re mains to be done is to mnke lie best of it and to see that the poor, motherless little thing does not feel herself an unwelcome guest. Let me see," again consulting the open letter in his hand. "She is to arrive this eveniug. Of course I must send the carriage to the station to meet her.” The last word had scarcely left his lips ere he heard the roll of carriage wheels, and, looking up, saw the old conveyance that belonged to the sta tion-master coming up the road. “Ah! A new arrival!” he mur mured. “By Jove! The rickety old affair is stopping right here at our very gates! It oan’t be ” Before he had finished the sentence, the driver, jumping down fro* his scat, opened the door of the vehicle, nnd out stepped a slender, girlish form robed in a black, tight-fitting gown that only served to enhanoe the dark beauty of hor fnoe. Erie stood spollbound for a seoond or two; but, recovering himself, he ad vanced to the gate and held out his hand. ’‘You are Miss Danton ?’’ he inquired, prftitoly lifting his hat. *‘Yes," she answered id a steady tone. “Welcome to Brontwood Park! I regret that you wore obliged to make use of that uncomfortable old convey ance; but, if you romeraber, you stated in your letter that you would arrive by the evening train, else tho carriage would have been at the station to convey you to tho Park.” “Yos, I did intend to wait until tho four-tweuty train; but I changed my mind and came curlier. I hope I have put you to no inconvenienoe by so doing," ijlio said, with a charming smile. "Not at all, Miss Danton. Corqe; we will go to my mother.” "You are Mr. Brentwood, then?” she inquired. \ "Ah! I beg your pardon for not acquainting you with that faot. I am Eric Brentwood, at your service," making a bow that would have dono honor to a king. "Ho this is Brentwood Park, of which I have so often heard poor mamma speak. Burely, Mr. Brent wood, you hnvo reason to bo proud of your home.” "I am proud of it, Miss Danton. I think the Pnrk the most beautiful place in the world.” “I think so too," she said. And to herself she added: ‘.‘I would like to be its mistress. Who knows but that I will be, some day?” Arriving at the house, Erio ushered her into the presence of his mother, who was reclining in an easy chair in tho library. “Mother, this is Miss Danton, whom wo have been expeoting." "Ho this is Valeric Dantou’s daugh ter!” she oxcluimod, ooming,forward. “Welcome to Brentwood, my dear! I would novor hnvo recognized you by your mother, child," she added, gaz ing nt the dark piquant beauty of tho girl before her. “You have not one feature of dear Valerio, as I remember her when wo nttendod school togeth er. But I suppose you resemble your ilooensed father, whom I (lever saw, us your mother lived abroad, after hor marringe. You mentioned in your letter thnt, before your poor mother died, she wrote a letter to be delivered to me. If you have it in your satoliel, you may give it to mo. ” “Yos, here it is. Poor mntntuk so often spoke of you as the dourest friend she ovor had, and ahvnys said that sho would rather trust me to your care than to any one else on earth,” wiping a tear from hor eye. "Poor Valerie! How I wish I could hnvo soeu lieronoe moro. Oome, my dear, I will show you to your room, for you must bo tired.” As they loft tho room, Erio Bront wood gazed after them with u far-away look in his handsome eyes. "What a beautiful girl!” he mused. “And yet, there is an indefinable some thing about her thnt I do not like; aud if asked what it is, I could not ex plain. But I feel that the ooming of this girl will work Borne evil. No doubt I am n superstitious sort of person; nevertheless, I oauuot subdue the feeliug. Hhe oxoites a feeling of mingled admiration aud repugnance.” A few minutes later, his mother re turned to the library, with the letter written to her by Valerie Danton still in her hand. "Come, Erie, we will rend this mes sage from my denr old friend.” "You read, mother, while I listen.” Tearing off the envelope, sho opened the folded slioet nnd read the follow ing words: CHAPTER II. CARLOS MONTSBI. i fair an outward, and snob stuff with- "Dear old Friend: When you road this I shall bo cold and stiff in death. As voii hnvo doubtless hoard, I have been a widow for three years, and now I nin about to Join my dear husband. But Breta—whnt will become of her? Dear friend, whom I loved in the old days, I bog of you to look after my daughter. There is not much that I have to boquenth to her, hut it is sufficient to take hor across the ocean and to keep her in food nnd clothing for at least, two years, when sho may be able to find a place as governess. But I wish her to be under your care—I want you to givo her a home, so that she mav not feel ms If she were entirely adrift. I shall dlroet hor to come to you after my death, and If one spark of tiie old love remains, hoar my prayer aud receive the blessing of you fast-sinking friend. Valerie Danton." Tours wero standing in Sirs. Brent wood’s eyes when she finished read ing. “Poor Valerie!” she murmured. “How she must have Joved me to trust her daughter to my care! Hhe seems like a nice girl. You like hor, Eric?" * > “Not exactly,” he replied, at whioh his mother looked up qnestioningly. It wa« slightly over a month since the advent of Breta Danton at Brent wood Park. Nothing had happened to disturb the restful calm that always seemed to surround it. Nevertheless, Breta Danton would not feel so much at ease conld she have gazed on the deck of an American-bound steamer. Standing a little apart from the others, a man gazed into tho ocenn with a wicked look in his eyes, which, notwithstanding, were handsome ones. He wns evidently amused at somo thought that crossed his mind, for he chuckled to himself. "By Jove!" he murmnred. “Sho thought to escape me, bat she has counted without the cost! A sorry day it wbs for yon, my dear, when yon crossed the path of CarloB Monteri. Ah, my lady, I shall make yon pay dearly for that one act of treachery. No one has ever yet escaped my re venge, nnd be sure you will not!" The look of a (lend overspread his face, as if in imagination he had the subject of his revenge nlready within the grasp of his shapely, white hand, which olutohed the rail convulsively. It would be impossible to find a handsomer man than Carlos Monteri as he stood there, his countenance changing with ovary emotion. Bat his beauty was of a kind that repelled rather than attracted. With hair and eyes of darkest hue, combined with an olive complexion, his was a beauty that women often rave over, but the more far-sighted oould read the lack of sincerity in the steely gloam of evil that would flash from his midnight eyes at the lenst provocation. “Auother day," he murmured, “and I will be on American soil, and then I’ll try my luck on that side of the duck-pond. I do not know but this is the best move I could have made anyway, as things were getting rattier shaky on the other side. ” At that juncture, a fellow-passenger, coming up to whore he was standing, entered into conversation with him. “I am glad we have hail the good luck to get over safely,” he remarked. "Yes. We've had fluo weather," re turned Monteri. “That was hard luck for the poor creatures on the Sea Foam," said the stranger. "The Sea Foam? What of her?" asked Montori, linstily. , “Why, man, haven’t yon heard? She went down noar the American shore with nil on board, save a few who reached land in several small bonts.” Quod heavens!" exclaimed Mon teri. “Btrauge that I didn’t hear of it.” “They just got the nows a few min utes before I came aboard, and it was a meager account at best.” When left to himself, hiB faoe wore nn angry and disappointed expression. “By Jove!” he Bnid to himself. “That is the boat they sailed on. Were they among those that readied land or* not? It would he too bad now if she lias escaped me, after all. But some thing tolls mo that she is nlive, nnd it is generally the good thnt die, wliilo such as she are loft in tho world. How ever, I shall visit Brontwood Pork— thnt is the nnmo the landlady told mo —and see whothor she arrived there with that girl. If she did, well aud good. If not, then I’ll have to clinngo my plnns n little. At any rnte, Amerion is a large field to work in, nnd it will be a oold day when Carlos Monteri gets left.” The weather continued fair, nnd, nfter n day, Carlos Monteri plnntedhis foot oil American soil for tho seoond timo in his checkered life. Calling a cab, he directed the driver to take him to one of the first-class hotels. Semiring a room, he retired, having registered as “John Gwynn, England.” Tho hotel clerk gazed nfter him. Surely ho had soeu that fnce before, he thought to himself. But the name was not familiar. Something within those piercing black eyes recalled a half-forgotten memory. Where and wliou had he oome in oontaot with that mnu before? Perhaps he hnd been a gueBt at this very hotel at some former time. And yet ho cannot rid himself of the conviotion that he hnd seen that mail under something more than ordi nary circumstances. Meanwhile, Monteri, unconscious of the thoughts of the hotel clerk, had seated himself at a small desk and hastily penned a letter, which, having senled and direoted, he himself took out to mail. “Ah, thnt is dono!” ho said, in a tone of satisfaction. “Now for a little rest, nnd to-morrow I will begin inves tigation. So here goes for my room and a good sleep.” [To be oontinued. ] Statistic of a Loiift l*nltcoinan. John Duffey is the longest police man in Chicago. It wonld take only 782 of him, placed end to end, to rench a mile. A stack of twenty-six of him would reach to the eaves of tho Mou- nduock building. A perpendicular line of two of him would make a fes toon up one Hide of the patrol box, over the top and half way down the other side. One of him hangH a foot over the average lied. A ladder of two of him would reach to the ceiling of auy drawing room in the city, and, standing on tip-toe, one of him oould blow down the gas burner in most any chamber. He stoops to enter the aver age door and when he holds his arm out straight aud says his wife is about so high, uu average mnu j-nn wnlk un der the arm and not get a dent in his hat.—Chicago TimesfHerald. Atchison (Kan,) society people, thirsting for novelty, gave lin imitation cirous parade iu trolley cars \thieh they had decorated as hand wagons, chariots of 810,000 beauties, and tanks and closed cages of aquatio and wild animals. THE WILD TRIBES OF THE PHILIPPINES. Poisoned Arrows and Murderous Daggers Among the Weapons Used by the Native Islanders. MiimBtgmmmimm-imm The native inhabitants of the Phil ippines can be conveniently divided into fonr groups: the oivilized In dians, the Mohammedans, the wild In dians and the Negritos or Attas. These same divisions existed at the ooming of the Spanish in 1619, thongh their relative numbers, location and other conditions must have changed greatly since that time. The uncivilized Indian tribes oooupy much of the interior and mountainous parts of ail the large islands of the group, except Cebu and Bohol, in whioh they have either been Chris tianized and merged with the civilized Indians or have been driven out. They still oooupy nearly all the terri tory of the grent islands of Mindoro and Palawan. They number, accord ing to Spanish estimates, some three or four hundred thousand, belonging to over fifty different tribes. They are shut off from the sea and means of communicating with one an other and the outside world by the civilized Indians abtrnt them, and probably remain in mnoh the same eondition of savagery as when first observed by the Spanish. Like the oivilized Indians, the sav ages are brown in oolor, with ooarse, Their olothing usually oonsists solely of the taparabo, or breeoh clout, all else generally being in the nature of ornament aud consisting of beads about the neck and head and arms, and anklets or iegleta of boar's bristles, and frequently with bright oolored pearl shells hanging npon the book or breast. The Spanish authorities do not allow the savages to enter ths towns in their ordinary stats of naked ness, which accounts for the unusual amount of olothing shown in the ac companying photographs. They fre quently blacken the teeth, am) in some cases file them to s point. Some of the wilder tribes of North Luzon are said still to hunt the heads of their enemies with whioh to orna ment their dwellings, like the head hunting Bavages of Formosa nnd the Dyaks of Borneo, bat the tribes in oontaot with the Christian Indians content themselves with hanging the sknils of monkeys, deer, wild boar and buffaloes about their doors. The weapons used by savages in the interior of Luzon, Mindanao and ths smaller Philippine Islands areperhaps more deadly than these of any other race. The quaint and onrions shapes of their daggers and kreeseo lend to them a distinct peculiarity not found in the weapons of other races. Small in size, skilfully carved and pointed, they oan bo handled with great effect, and in most iustanoes a single trust is sufficient to do the work. ' Like the Indian arrow heads some of them are poisoned at the point, whioh means sure death ouoe a wound is inflioted. Perhaps the most deadly of all the Philippine weapons are the daggers earried hy the obiefs. These are made of iron, mostly of a poor quality, and are about eighteen inohes long. They are erooked or wavering in shape, with a rough, uneven surfaoe. The edges are as sharp as a razor, the point almost like that of a needle, and they are oarried in a case whioh fits the blade to perfection. The oases are made of hard wood, the handles bearing beautifully carved inscrip tions, representing tho.name of the ohief and tribe. These fhooked dag gers are oarried exolumrely by the chiefs, the right to possess them be ing considered a great honor. UQLY WEAPONS USED BY PHILIPPINE SAVAGES. Straight black hair and little beard. Thoy seem to be somewhat smaller and slighter of figure than their Chris tian neighbors. Their languages show close kinship to those of the oivilized tribes ndjaoent and also as oIobs to those of the sav ages of Formosa. Few of the tribes possess lauds fit for the cultivation of lowland rioes, and fewer still havo tho necessary skill and implements and plow beasts (buffaloes) for cultivating suoh lands. Their recourse is the common one of savages nearly the world round—they cut off small por tions of the forest during tho dry sea son, and after burning this over, they plant, at the beginning of tho rainy senson, upland rice, maize, sweet po tatoes, etc., among the blackened logs and stumps. The supply of food thus gained is usually insufficient, and af ter it is eaten up they lead a miserable existence, scouring the woods for game and wild fruit and going to the sen beach wherever they can reach it for shell fish and other food. Their j method of cultivation compels con- , tiunul change of place. Their houses are usunlly built after the plan of those of the oivilized In- j diaus—a basket-like structure of bam- ' boo aud palm leaves raised upon posts above the ground, but they nre not so well built and are occupied but for a few years. They are not built into , compact villnges, but a few scattered houses nre formed without streets, I but near enough to be within call. Necessarily, what can be said of such a mnltitnde of detached tribes in re gard to their clothing, arms, religion, etc., mast be of the most general character. The kreese, though, is the most im- portnut of all Filipino weapons. The more savage tribes lasso ^he foe and cut off his head with the kreese. Others steal np behind the foe and aiming a little below the base of the brain decapitate him with a single blow. The Medioal News publishes a letter from its special correspondent at Ma nila, describing the plan pursued by the Philippine natives to poison ar rows and their dexterity iu inflioting barbarous punishment upon their ene mies with daggers. He says: It will have to be taken into consideration that most of the Philippine Islanders are savages who fight with lanoes and poisoned arrows. I once had the privilege of witnessing the prepara tion of a number of these poisoned weapons, and as nearly as I can re member the process was about as fol lows: “The poiBon was made from the bark of two different trees, tho names of whioh I have forgotten. One of therpieces of bark was beaten almost to a jelly, pressed and dried, then moistened and again pressed. Thongh the man used his bare hands in doing this, he apparently was not injured in any way by contact with the poison. The juice of the bark thus extracted looked very much like pea soup as it simmered in an earthen vessel over a slow fire. When it had reached the consistency of a syrup a quantity of pulp from the second piece of bark was scraped off and the juice of this squeezed into the syrup over the fire, “The juice of the second piece of bark was dark brown in color, and the liquid iu the vessel was darkened and changed as soon as the new ingredient was stirred into it. The mixture was then allowed to simmer for some time, until it had attained the consistency of jelly, when it was scraped out oI the vessel with a chip and put on a large leaf which had been plentifully sprin kled with ashes. This preparation can bo kept a longtime without losing any of its strength. To poison an ar rowhead a piece of this jelly-like sub stance about the size of a hickory nut is warmed aud rubbed ull over the point, which can be used repeatedly without the poison losing its virtue. “The natives also hare daggers with sUnrp-poiuted blndes about fonr inches wide aud a foot long, which they call bararaos. They are very dexterous in the use of this weapon, aud if they can lay hold of an adver sary by tho hair, they cut off his head with one sweep of the arm and carry it home as a trophy of the war.” Short Or Eatertslslag. Madame Theosophia—Tell me, have yon never seen e vision? Never wel comed some strange spirit from tho nnseen world? - Mrs. Sinclair—Never. But then, I entertain so little.—Punch. Wheat 82 m Bushel. Some farmers are bolding their wheat be cause they think the price will go to IS a bushel. The price, however, may go dowa instead of up, and thus great losses will fel low delay in selling. In all matters delay* are daagerous, particularly so In sickness. At ths first sign of biliousness, dyspepsia. Indl- e estlon or constipation cure yourself with loetetter’n Stomach Bitters. Don't wait for your condition to improve itself, for It la apt to get worse still. The rtrainasre of the swamps causes ths Kankakee river to be always dry. To Cure Constipation forever. 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II: six ford. -load’s PltlS cur. all llvor lllv a - , n.nta A True Caballero. Well in the middle of flip grounds stands General Anderson’s .headquar ters. As,we went up the Steps a tall man rather shabbily dressed proceeded us. We noticed Ills milltni-y bearing, and were told that he was the captain of one of the Spanish men-of-war wlileh lies with projecting spars at the bottom of Cnvlte Harbor. Fol lowing his footsteps, we of necessity overheard whnt he said to the gen eral's aide: "Scnor, 1 liorrowed, some time ago, two hundred dollars from Admiral Dewey to pay off. my men. I havo comi to repay the debt.” He turned his profile towards us, nnd we noticed how tliln he looked. He must have starved himself to col lect the money. With a very straight back, he counted out the Spanish bills, nnd turned to go. "Win you not take a receipt?" asked the aide of General Anderson. "Never frora an officer,” answered the gray-halred old gentleman, with • courtly old-fnshloned bow. Here at least Is n true Spanish Caballero.—Harper's* Weekly. OPEN LETTERS FROM Jennie E. Green and Mrs. Harry Hardy. Jennie E. Green, Denmark, Iowa, writes to Mrs. Pinkham: " I had been sick at my monthly periods for seven years, nnd' tried, almost everything I ever heard of, but without any benefit. Was troubled with backache, headache, pains in tho- shoulders and dizziness. Through my mother I was induced to try Lydia -E. 1'inkham's Vegetable Compound, and it has done me so much good. I am now sound and well." , Mrs. Harry Hardy, Riverside, Iowa, writes to Mrs. Plnkham the story of her struggle with serious ovarian trou ble, and the benefit sho received from t/he use of Lydia E. Pirtkham’s Vege table Compound. This-is hor letter: “How thankful I am that I:took your medicine. I wns troubled for two yeara with inflammation of the womb and ovaries, womb wns also very ; low. I was in constant misery. 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