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CHAPTER Xn. ,
One fine evening In September, towards
0 o'clock, a man might have been seen
pacing slowly up and' down Boyleton
street, Boston. He seemed to be waiting
for some one, for he looked closely and
cautiously at every foot passenger, and
even peered right into the faces of some
of them. Aftor one hour’s walking he
halted at the market and retreated to a
dark corner.
He hnd not much longer to wait, for
presently a muscular man, clad In a suit
of gray, turned the corner, walked a few
paces and then halted. The first figure
emerged from his place of. concealment
and, advancing to the man In gray, grasp*
ed the latter by the hand, saying:
“Barney Hughes, how are you?” .
“Very well, De Watts, my boy, re
plied the man addressed as Barney:
“I see your word is good as ever," whis
pered De Watts as they linked arms.
“How long have you been in the city ?r> -
“About twenty-four hours. But this li
a poor place to talk, so let's move up the
street a bit.”
But De Watts proposed a better scheme.
“Let’s go out to my room, where there
are no poliQemen to order us on, and no
one to listen to what we say. Besides, I
have comfortable quarters, which perhnpt
you won't mind sharing with me during
your sojourn among our blue-blooded
people of ‘culchaw’?"
“You are very good,” replied Barney. "1
guess I’ll accept your kind Invitation. J
want to have an understanding with yotf.
So let us be moving on.”
Both men hastened along, and a feet
moments later were seated In a street cal'
bound for Dorchester. De Watts was oud
of your well-educated and ultra-clevos
scoundrels with whom the atmosphere of
Boston agrees remarkably well. He was
a brilliant talker, a fino musl^aq, could
have carried himself with grace even in a
European court, and had a knack of mak
ing friends with the most distant and
reserved people. He could appear as a
lady's gallant now, and ten minutes later,
pose as a low criminal. .
It was by exercising tMse remarkable
powers that the fellow had secured the
friendship of John Satterthwaite, and so
been enabled to spend Max Brett's money
as soon us It was entrusted to his care.
Barney Hughes will be remembered as
fhe treacherous engineer of the Pacific
Mail, during the strike on the Great Ooci-
dental ltallroad. Barney loved whisky, ^ ul(ul
and was now willing to stoop pretty low, - man8R er?"
to procure It.. He had Jptterly led a very .. Such , g lndeed my nllme nnd record.”
reckless life, and had seen the inside ot ”Von are Interested in a man named
more than one prisdn since the night when g pencer j think?”
he had attempted to desert his engine and j .. NOi you are m |itaken.”
had so signally failed- “Guess not, Mr. Handford. I mean
During one of his plundering tour* jj arr y Spencer, reported dead in Sun
Hughes bad met De Watts. Acquaint, Francisco.''
ance ripened Into confidence, and confi- repent I am not, and never was, in-
dence into business association. Each t erei ted in Spencer. Besides, if he Is
seemed to perfectly understand the others dead _ what more Is there to say of him!
tactics, and they were not long in discern- j f t j, a t u all, good evening."
Ing that many of their aims and plots , « Not so fast,” said the man. "How dc
were directed against tha same people. rou know that Spencer is dead? Now, fot
It was to make final arrangements to fur- „ consideration I will bring yon proof ol
ther their mutual ends that Hughes had j, ig death inside of a week. I don't say
just traveled all the way from Now Or- whether the proof exists at this moment
leans to Boston. . or not—understand? Oh, certainly, be-
Eleven o clock found_the two .men In f ore you me n ny orders, I can show
Dorchester, sitting in Do Watts room. fou j, ow you are interested, and how I
The apartment was poorly furnished and know a „ abont
dimly lighted by one oil lamp. But an These last words were hissed, rather
abundance of books, periodicals and news- than apot(en| [nt0 Handford’s ear, and
papers were strewn about the Boor, for then tboman waited for a reply.
De Watts' deprav ty never prevented n wa , rea dy for him.
him from posting himself upon topics of j ,. Come t0 me onc ho|tr _ Here , ( my
current interest. address”—and Handford tossed a card to
“I learn," said De Watts, “that my thg (e]1(>w
young fricnd. Brett ha, ^n over to se. reader , nppole for . mo .
his uncle. That being the «»,1 may m Handford, during nny fraction
^ nn eni” »* that hour, entertained the proposition
and with the oldman, too are at an end. #( the man he haJ mgt on h|g ‘ va J bome>
* e *’ ? He only desired time, so that be might
if the uncle believes his smart nevvy and „ ’ d , comprehend how
set. the doga-of the law oq to you-then ^ or bow m „ e the fe)low * C0H , d polil .
W t<tri,n ,i„ „„„ „„„ «. ! hly know, and how far that knowledge
He 11 not do that ln any ease Be- Mieh ^ hurt himself or Emily Batter-
sides. John Satterthwnite will never be- u,walte. At the end of the hour his mind
lleve Byett when it Is meraiy * question ^ when the ,^ n arriT .
of veracity as brtwjwjfc .AU Ji re got be WBg gbown , Dt<J H andford’s sitting
sSeneer^Has Kieh^S" f upon hi* rotary chair and, with a
Spencer, alias R eh. . hand in close proximity to the pistol, eyed
Eight ytm are, »aid Barney. And |,f s caller. Again he thought he had eeen
I have my hands pretty well filled with ^ fe n ow before, and again be was
Handford apd Richards. If we are both. foi)ed In Wa attempt* to place him.
successful in our present, plana, Dc Watts,
we shall bp well fixed for several years to
come. I think sunny Spain will suit me
gain. Shat, up, half and half, don't we?"
“Agned,” replied De Watts.
CHAPTER XHI.
Edward Handford returned to Chicago
and resumed his usual duties. Picking up
a New York newspaper one day, almost
the first object which met his eye was a
paragraph that read as follows:
“Death in a 'Frisco Opium Don.—Harry
Spencer, formerly well known in New
York society, was found dead on the 27Mi
ult. in n Chinese opium den at Son
Francisco. Deceased married, souia font
years since, the daughter of Mr. John
Satterthwaite, but long ago broke away
from his friends, and has been steadily
pursuing the downward path for yenrs.
The Immediate cause of death was doubt
less opium, his system hnving been thor
oughly impregnated with the deadly
drug.”
After reading this a whole train of
memories rushed pell-mell through Hand-
ford’s brain: He called to mind how he
hnd heard, years before and from John
Satterthwaite himself, thnt it was arrang
ed for Emily to marry young Spencer, a
son of one of the Great Occidental direc
tors. Handford had thought nothing
about It at the time, being totally unac
quainted with Mr. Satterthwnite's fam
ily. Now it all came back to him. If he
remembered rightly there had been some
trouble on the wedding day, and the youug
couple had never lived together—and now
Spencer was dpad! Now, too, Handford
recollected the overcoat at the Chesden
tun, and the letters, one of them addressed
to Harry Spencer. Doubtless Spencer
had gone over there to seek an Interview
with Emily, aa interview which had prob
ably been denied by her father. Had he
been a detective, Handford might have
festered a professional desire to learn all
•that could be learned of the marriage and
final,-fate of tbe unfortunate young man.
“But, after all,” he reflected, “I had
better stick to every-day work and forget
all this romancing.”
One evening, some weeks later, Edward
Handford was wending bis way to his
bachelor quarters In one of the suburbs
of'the city, when he was confronted by a
man. At the first glance Handford
thought ho knew the fellow—at least he
felt tolerably certain that he had looked
upon the man’s face before. Still, ho
could not be sure. The stranger, who
had an uncanny appearance, spoke first.
“Your nnmo is Hansford—president of
the Great Occidental—formerly general
when we poll through.”
“Well, we may as well trnrel together,"
replied He Watts. “Did you say ibat you
“Do not sit down, my friend,” said
Handford. “I have come to tbe conclu
sion that yon are a scoundrel, attempting
blackmail or something very like it. Some
how or other rou have learned a little.of
jog, pft MOD «.be auntt, , f fac , on m
drswied De Watts is his path, fer if I ever.bear of any violence
^ “ 7 * * future do not meddle with tbe affairs ol
not btinicH w wr» .j „..»» •
"All fight, them, the bargain'! a bar- ,t 5* r F ej P**-
The man turned a crestfallen look at
Handford's broad shoulders, and also at
the cocked revolver, and then slunk out
of the room, muttering—“You'll hear from
me again.’’
But days and weeks slipped along and
Handford neither saw nor heard nny more
of his blackmailing friend.
The railroad magnate applied hlmsell
diligently to his work in the attempt tc
forget Emily. The first part of bis pro
gram was easy enough to put into effect,
but the second part wns more difficult.
All the time there arose before Handford
that one picture of a void, beautiful.girl,
who bad uever been kinder to him than
would have seemed absolutely necessary
while be was her father’s guest.
Winter passed, and spring came, follow
ed by summer. Soon it would be time foi
his usual vacation. He resolved to make
one wore attempt to win the love of Em
ily Satterthwaite. Like the rest of us—
the more difficult the attainment of the
prixe, tbe more Intent was be on making
the attempt to secure it.
Ho would write to her mid try to get
the least little encouragement to pay an
other visit to Chesden. So he penned a
short hut delicately worded letter, ir
which he referred gently to tbe fact-that
be knew of her husband’s death, and re
quested permission to renew a suit for
merly pressed? in total Ignorance of the
then existing state of affairs. He waited
six weeks, and then, as no reply came, he
gave up the idea of visiting old England
and, fan his> vacation, started on n trip
through the hills and valleys of New
England.
CHAPTER XIV.
The well-known steamer, “Chuuucey
Vibbard,” is making Its way up t) e ma
jestic Hudson, and 'hue reached that point
where the stream widens into wlint Is
known as the Tappnri £ee. It is the latter
cud of September, aml^although a lovely
nutumn day, the breeze blows down from
tho Highlands ai)d across the broad ex
panse of water with remarkable fresh
ness. So much so, that a tall man, with
a handsome bronzed face, who is pacing
the hurricane deck, begins to think about
his overcoat. i ' .
He dives down<.intQ the checkroom and,
after procuring' his'- coat, resumes his
walk. The boat Is by this time plowing
Its way out of Havcrstraw Bay into the
Highlands, and aloft powers the massive
form of old Donderberg. Edward Hand
ford, for he It is, is thoroughly enjoying
the grandly romnittib scenery and, for a
time, his thoughts ate all centered upon
tho river and the hills which enclose It.
In a casual way he. drops his hands
Into the pockets of his coat. One of them
touches a piece of paper, and, not having
worn the coat for some weeks, he tries
for a few seconds before looking at it to
remember what It may be. At last, giving
up this self-imposed conundrum, he draws
the document forth and finds It to be a
small scaled envelope, bearing a foreign
postage stamp and addressed to himself.
The envelope is n daintily cut and tinted
onc, and retains jiist a suggestion of sweet
perfumery, whilt) the superscription be
trays the work of a woman’s band. Yes,
this is certainly unique among the many
missives which for year* past have con
stituted the bulk of Mr. Handford's mas
sive correspondence.
He tries to imagine how that month-
old letter came into his pocket unopened,
but gives up ,the speculation—leaving the
responsibility to such carelessness divided
between himself nud his secretary. Final
ly ho opens the envelope and, Inscribed
upon a sheet of paper bearing the well-
remembered heading, “Chesden Hall,
Bucks,” he reads:
“Dear Mr. Handford—Papa and I are
going to spend tbe summer in the Cataklll
Mountains. Wo shall stay at the Over
took House, and wo both hope that you
will come and see us there.
' “Very sincerely,
“EMILY SATTERTHWAITE.”
That is all—but It can have only one
meaning. Certainly it Is enough for Hand
ford, who reads and re-reads the note al
most twenty times before raising his eyes.
When he does look up, the bout is at
Tarrytown. Handford is off in one in
stant, leaving his baggage to shift for
Itself. A ferryboat take! him to Sauger-
ties, where, at the landing, seated behind
a pair of smart little ponies, U—Miss Sat
terthwaite!
One hour before Handford hnd been
entirely devoid of hope. Within that last
hour he has read the encouraging band
writing and gazed upon the face of the
only woman for whom he cares.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Handford,” says
the girlish widow—coolly, as though they
had parted only on the previous day and
under ordinary circumstances, and not
a year or moro before, when matters were,
to say the least, a little awkward.
“I came down to meet papa, but one of
pany—« promotion which was, la fact, a
long stride toward admission into the
firm. Max was now considered their most
confidential and trustworthy man. Ho
watched the fluctuations of the market,
and bought and sold as be deemed wisest
and best. Despite ’ the predictions of
friends and foes, it really did look us if
Max Brett had settled down to a steady-
going business life.
But his love for Annette Spencer never
cooled. His business successes only serv
ed to sharpen the ambition of his love
and to definitely shape hls course for the
future. He hnd never uttered one word
of what happened in England, nor did he
propose to do so until ho had fouud. Harry
Spencer. Previous to his trans-Atlantic
trip Max had promised to do all in bis
power to find Annette's brother. He bad
been compelled twice to stop for lack of
means, but he now set to work once morq.
He engaged the services of a celebrated
detective and started him off with all the
information obtainable—even to the pho
tograph. After weeks of traveling and
hunting the detective gave up the senrch'.
He had been East and West, North and
South, and In every out-of-the-way cor
ner, but could not unearth the slightest
clue that would lead him to discover Spen
cer’s whereabouts. -Max Informed An
nette of the methods he had pursued to
discover her brother's, hiding place, and
of the result. He felt certain thnt fur
ther steps would, prove equally fruitless,
and was not long in convincing her that
for tho time being she must wait patient
ly.
Max guessed too truly that the finan
cial resources of Mrs. Spencer and her
daughter were well-ulgh exhausted, and
vigorously urged his suit with Annette.
That young woman did not attempt to
conceal the faet that she looked upon
fain; as more than a valued friend—fer In
her heart she really loved Brett. But, like
some other individuals of the gender fem
inine, she rather enjoyed testing '.the
strength of her lover’s affection by keep
ing him in suspense, and would vouch
safe no positive answer to his repeated
requests.
Now, as the reader M already aware,
Max Brett, while a shrewd business man
and experienced man of the world, was.
the veriest page in knight-errantry, and a
mere novice lu the brotherhood of love
sick swains. He gradually grew discon
solate, and Us a Inst resource sought the
advico of his old friend and landlady, Mrs.
Dupont.
“Simpleton 1” she cried, as she laughed
at Brett's tale of woe. “You would be'a
nice young man to start out to win a wife
If there were four or five suitors in your
Way all tho time! Here you have the field
nil to yourself—yon are a elevet young
fellow, and yet cannot bring matters to
a climax—for shame! Let me tell you
one or two things thnt may prove benefi
cial to you. Miss Spencer undoubtedly—
well, I’m not going to turn your bead.
Sho would make you just the very beat
wife In the world, but she is not the girl
to yield very readily, and especially so
If you act faint-heartedly. See, all you
have to do Is to. make her a trifle jealous,
and in two weeks yon will know the exact
date of the wedding!” T
“How will I do all this?” aske'd Max,
somewhat astonished at his landlady’s
strange advice. “It would look rather
shabby and mean for me to even pretend
to be fnithlees, and Annette might not
.like It.”
“Not like It? No, of course not! Nq
girl likes It, but It nevertheless brings
them to time. Don’t yon knew yet that,
When the arernge woman Is In love. It is
.necessary for her to feel the pangs of jeal
ousy before she can learn to be anxious?
Now, go and think it over, and if you can
not map out for yourself the plan of cam
paign, you nro not tho man I take you :
for.”
So saying, Mrs. Dupont hurried off to
her room, there to enjoy a hearty laugh,
while Max, left to tho solitude ot his own
apartments, like a lone conspirator, set to
work to hatch a plot. It was tbe com
mencement of his first and last attempt
to make a woman jealous.
The following day Mrs. Dupont Was
surprised to eeo an express wagon stop at
tho door, from wbioh the driver alighted
to carry a picture up stairs. She hasten
ed to meet him, when tbe man Informed
her that it was for Mr. Brett. It was
a portrait In crayon of a beautiful young
lady, and just as tbe expressman stood It
against tbe wall, Annette passed by. Of
course, Mrs. Dupont lost no time in in
forming her that it was tho property of
Max.
“I wonder who she is?” said Annette
to herself as she ran upstairs.
That night Max and his exacting lady
love together went to theater. On the
way the conversation turned entirely upon
the muddy streets and tl|« various build-
that lined thorn. ThB trip homeward
the boat people has justfaandod me a note I " rn * taken up chiefly in a prolonged dis-
to say thnt ho wlU nonreturn until to- j «u»*lon ns to the merits of the play, and
morrow. I hope I have not had my drivo ! ,he conversation that wns usually carried
on before parting at night was studiously
omitted. Brett complained of n pain or
ache of some character abd bade Annette
“good-by” in a rather abrupt manner.
(To be continued.)
HOMES IN THE STREETS.
for nothing—I may take you up, may 1
not?”
Handford was not in a frame of mind
to require a second invitation, and soon
they were on their way up tbe mountain
sides.
It is unnecessary to peer into all thnt .
took place at that pleasant mountain re- i
sort during the next few dnys. Suffice it Cosy Homes and Clnb Honses In De-
to say that after a week of well-nigh per- j roilot Street Cars,
fectlon—when tbe weather was perfeet. | There is a curious community In this
Emily was perfeet and Edward Hand- ; clt _ the members of which ere very
*>«r. i well sheltered and manage to retain
during which thecourae of true loTe ga?e ; . - ...
the direct lie to the adage which asserts home In the
that it never runs smoothly—a small and • *treets. These citizens live in homes
■elect party, which Included Mr. John ' which cannot boast of nny foundation,
8attertbwalte, left the Catskills. Wbat j and ore liable at nny lime to bo moved
matters it how Handford once again told about from one neighborhood to anoth-
hls love, or how Emily made answer? Be i er. These homes, Which are, for the
sore it was the answer that Handford . most part, exceedingly cozy, are retired
desired—else why the quiet wedding in the , „ treet ond ra | tr0 ad cars, that arc al-
old city of Albany, following which the
sqaire journeyed alone to Chesden, while
a happy couple went on to Chicago?
CHAPTER XV.
lowed to stand On little-used sidetracks
or which, liave been drawn from the
tracks altogether and stand upon some
of the least traversed of New York's
thoroughfares. There arc morq than a
Dame Fortune began fo smile opon ' fiozeq of these scattered about the city.
usage be j Most of these establishments biv,e
* w.m’s 8 h \o d L^B.r h«d“he JMt thelf Identity. TMhrcbltCots wild
and Mr. De Witts. s>o sooner ond ne . . . . .' . . . ...
reteroed from England than he was pro- ^ remodeled them have token liber-
motod in the house of Rose and Cum- with the old orthodox arrange-
' meats of windows and doors. The
first step in remodeling such a structure
Ik to board up most of tbe windows and
convert what remains Into a few some
what wider apertures. One aspiring
architect In tbe vicinity of 11th avenno
and 30th stret has gone so far as to add
a hay window.
It is quite a common practice to de
rail a defunct street car at tbe terminus
of a street enr line to be used os a sort
of club house for car drivers and con
ductors. There Is a club house of this
sort In successful operation at the ex
treme end of the cable road' on Am
sterdam avenue, fitted up in n more or
less luxurious style. It stands about
100th street, surrounded by lonely
woods and some fine farming land.
A superannuated freight car on HtU
avenue above 28th street has done ser-
,yIcg for some time as a sort of receiv
ing station and railroad office for that
section of the city. The blank sides of
the car have been riddled on all sides
with doors and windows, and a sky
light bas been added to the roof. A
variety of office furniture has been
moved In, serthat the Interior of the old
car very closely resembles a modern
Broadway business office.—New York
World. ,
Another Great Electrical Power.
Mariposa County, California, is to have
the third largest electrical power de
veloping and distributing plant In the
United States. The largest Is at Niag
ara, the next Is at Folsom, In Califor
nia, and tbe third Is to.be constructed
at tbe Horseshoe Bend, on the Merced
River. The location is near the center
of a mining district, having at least
100 mines that are sufficiently prospect
ed to use cheap power. At the driest
season of the year tbe power company
(Calculated upon 1,800 horse-power, and
during eight months in (he year they
expect water enough to generate 8,500
horse-power. The price the company
proposes to charge Hb customers Is $5
per horse-power a month.
A girl who Is truthful about every
thing else will He about tbe number ot
her admirers.
LYXCH MAKi S .STATEMENT. •
i xplnlns Ills Presence With the Boers
in South Africa.
' Colonel Arthur Lynch, the national
ist member ot parliament, who 1s ac-
cusedtof high treason during the Boer
war, was taken to Bow street court.
In London Friday.
Before the court committed him for'
trial, Lynch made a long statement, in
which he said that he had gone to
South Africa under contract with Tho
Paris Journal, and that he had not ex
pected to stay more than two months.
He also arranged to serve several
American publications.
AN KXBtZZLf.MJ LAWYER.
Admits He Made Way With Eatqtj
Entrusted to Him.
By his own admission, Willard C.
Vanderllp. a Boston lawyer, who haa
had for years the care of several es
tates, Is guilty of embexslement, and
the estate ot tbe late George Emerson
has been dissipated In ways of which
Vanderllp Is unable to give account.
Vanderllp was arrested at his home
Friday afternoon. He was arraigned
on the charge of larceny of bonds val
ued at |4,000 from John Lowell, a rela
tive of Mr. Emerson, pleaded not guil
ty, and was held in $8,000 bond.
THE NATIONAL CAME.
Wallace Is playing a great game for
tbe St Louis Americans.
Rochester bas signed Pitcher Harry
Thlelmau, late of Newark.
Foster, of Providence, Is still leading
the Eastern League In bome run bits.
Outfielder Swander, of Manchester,
Is being talked of as a Lajole bats
man.
Tenney, Carney and Cooley nre tbo
only Boston National blitters In tbe
300 class.
Tbo Boston Nationals have a team
fielding average of .003, an extraordi
nary showing.
Lave Cross to date has made moro
safe bits than any other American
League player.
Leach, of Pittsburg, Is putting up
the best third base work In the coun
try, none barred.
Waddell will surely have tbe strike
out record in' the American League.
He bas n huge start up to date.
The American League has made good
every declaration It bas made, even to
suppressing rowdyism at any coat. ’
The New England League directors
have Indefinitely suspended. Barry, of
Lawrence, for throwing'a bat ot an
umpire.
Umpire Connelly says that Wilson
has a most deceptive break In bis ball
nnd Is tbe coolest pitcher fora young
ster be ever saw.
Manager Dwyer, of the Detroit' Ajner.
lean League 1 , mas signed LdulS Lepluc,
of Woonsocket, lL I. Lopine is a first
baseman and a heavy hitter.
Lajole lias the most remarkable field-
ing record ever known imhaseball up
to d$te this season.. In thirty-three
games be has made 'inly throe errors
•jut of 100 chances. ■ ' *•
Two big leagues Vohtlng In harmony
most!be the outcome of the struggle
now on, and tbe sooner the National
League becomes reconciled to that tho
better for the National League.