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rtf jir •if..fie.tie ^ ^JpE’S troddenpath —OR— FATAL web * * WE * WEAVE. ..^c-vi^-'T- ^ “1" '=1^1' ■’!'■ •+■ "T- -r « ^ -T=- IX chapter SDHEB on AR MS ABOUT BIS HEART- r- - a. - rtist in P«“ iu * 0ff S * aether," rephed Edw«d. been to see him tb? third d „« .till delay* with some e excuse. He claim, to have much busin* 88 attend to bJ8 not yet bad an opporta- «o over your accounts, but do so and have everything w f this evening. 1 have an ,ent to call on him then and w take no further excuse. tie*." . your own good judgement y ou will find that be ha. I ( all along, shout three d’dollars for us, and we have about two thousand. When tbe money place it in the ,tl, the other. Have you beard her report, about hi. fart living? I do wish we could to Hettie the kind of man he ve said some hard tbiug. to t him and enough I should forever disgust her with tbe doesn’t seem to under- impart of what I intimate to come out plainly and must have nothing to do 1 8be •be mother,” replied Edward, “1 d nothing more, except that Ijr involved in a financial Tbe B.a< hold, several of hi. which are past due. Charlie, r, said he thought they unable tc collect them, knows more about Col. Ran- be will tell. He iutiuaatad ire deceived in him and that worthy the hospitality of our ire my words, his were only ud had we not been the most of friends I would have se nted bis reflective remarks at of sister. But possessing information myself, aud be- whit Charlie said was prompt ly interest, I expressed my i md only yesterday innrning her of him. 1 would much ter would go with Charlie s to think so much of her; [son to Col. Randall in ill we can do. She will not J dge that she cares for him •he say she does not. Her « always going with him is oonvirsational power, nre to the average and .he ha. unity of exercising her own now arose from the table his steps toward the It was a lovely, bright ornmg. The air was laden Perfume of flowers. •tood a Inuring the profuse ’ f vines aud turnedto look at 88 he withdrew. He had far > when she called to him, ®*ly bounding down tbe un 10 u "ll the material for hole bou quet and soon had 10 pin on the lapel of hi. la. Not that he loved his sister more, but her image, her soft voice and ministering hands had awakened in him that tender attachment which was drawing him near aud nearer to Nellie. The hour grew late, and Edward turning to go, walked briskly awav. Hettie remembered his warning:— “Beware of him!’’ who? and the thought startled her a. though an ap parition had .hot up from tbe earth an menaced her. There passed be fore her a strange and fearful vision. “It’s false!” she said, with a vehe mence she was unable to control. “And because they hate him,I love him.” Confidence is patient and forbear ing—faults and even crime, under the guise of mistakes, may grow in i’s presence unobserved, while love throws its pure white mantle over all. Now looking up and around her, ns if surveying the long stretch of a boundless vision, she held n full blown white rose in the tips of her fingers. An unusual sadness broke ovor her thoughtful and serious face. “To live without him,” she said, would be death—to live with him could not be worse. “Sweet, fragrant rose, I have plucked thee. Tby life on the stem is short at best. The wailing winds of winter scatter thy leave to die, and they are lost. Here then, shed thy fragrant—looked on, loved and caressed.” She folded tlie flower to her bosom, and throwing it down, stamped it with her delicate foot. Its bleeding, wilting leaves, crushed and bruised, breathed out its perfumed soul to he wafted away on the wings of the wind. CHAPTER X my dear sister, bow al y°u are,” he said, and JJ substantiate hi* appro- lere was au irresistable eyes that held hi. e *as a pathos in all fem- ‘ PMedtohis aentimeu- ^ oun 8 heart had never ‘ D0 “nihed in ,![*’* hope, a yearning ‘ ,lrL P | Ut a dre * m > the a “d the future, ro «nd of j oy . BAND ALL SETTLES WITH THE YOUNG STER. Col. Randall was seated at his det-k, busily engaged in making out an itemiaed statement of Mrs. Coyne’s account. There were a lot of papers and books about him which he fre quently referred to, stopping short occasionally, to conjure up some transaction fram memory. He was bending over the ledger when Ed ward entered. His book keeoing was of the sin gle entry variety, where one entry suffices, or-is sometimes made, mere ly to introduce the aocount. The open pages seemed to look protestingly indignant at tbe pen and ihk bettle, for the black characters that marked them bore little resem bianco to the fine art of penman ship. ' “Good morning, Colonel,” said Edward, as he leisurely walked into the office. “I thought I would drop by and see if you will be ready for me this afternoon.” He half expejted to be put off again with some ingenious excuse, but, to his agreeable surprise, he was informed that the account would be completed in a few minutes and if it was his pleasure to wait to be seated and a settlement would then be made. It is wonderful how quickly opinions change. “After all,” thought Edward, “I have been mistaken in my views regarding him.” “Here, aaid Col. Randall, placing a bundle on the table nearby,” are the acoount, papers and etc. It is a fall statement of your mother’s busi ness with me and shows that I »m due her one thousand, ninety-eight dollars and twelve cents, which I ain ready to pay.” You will please to have the kindness to sign this receipt He now handed Edward the pen and advancing to the safe proceeded U) count out this sum of money. Edward seised the money and package, then turned out to the Bank. On passing out he observed a s*<] faced woman, dressed in black, leading a little girl, enter the Colo nel’s office. Randall had just with drawn from the safe and was stand ing near the desk making the neces sary entries of the morning’s trans action with Mrs. Coyne, when sud denly. there appeared by his side Mrs. Muller and her little daughter. She had come to see about her home. “And what is it now?” asked Ran dall, turning abruptly to (he frail, helpleis bit of humanity that dared molest him by her repeated impor tunities. “You know, Colonel, 1 have myself and this little girl tq support. “The home is all we have. Tell me, how am I to do all this and pay rem!” She wrung her hands, wistfully, while her sad tear attained eyes looked up into his most pleadingly. “Madam!” responded Randall, tri umphantly, “it is useless for you to press this subjeot any further. The property is mine if you haven’t the money to redeem it. I guess you will pay the rent or get out.” The little child, at these harsh words, clung closer to its mother. Its troubled face, moved by the deep anxiety, was lifted up, while the Hooded eyes bad watched, with a sense of fear, the stern demeanor of the lawyer. They presently left. The offioe door threateningly slammed behind them. They bad gone out to find warmth somewhere—in the cold world. “Here’s some money which I want to mother’s deposit account,” said Edward, as he walked into tbe bank and laid a small bag of ooin on the marble slab of the teller's window. “Ah,” responded the trim and affable Charlie, now emptying the bag and throwing the glittering uom with the finger* of his right hand into the palm of the left. “Mostly gold-one thousand-ninety-eight dot- lars-and twelve cents.” “Correct,” replied Edward, “here’s mother’s deposit book.” “Where did you makestieh a haul, ‘old man’?” inquired the cashier, “Oh, no where particularly—only Col. Randall settled up, y ou know; and I must say he has noted alright with us.” “Yes, yes,” responded Mr. Charlie, “his trips to New York do not now seem to be, as some supposed, solely on pleasure, but of a business char acter—-some kind of speculation oat of which he has emerged quite suu oessfully. “He told us about hts interests there and explained every thing sat isfaotorily. He has had quite a lot of money on hand tor some time which he was compelled to bold in reserve to meet contingencies of bis speculation while it was in progress. He has taken up part ot his past due papers with us and says he is in po sition to settle the remainder shortly..” Mrs. Coyne was waiting for her son to return—she did not expect him until late in the afternoon, but still she thought he might oome ear lier. She had gathered up some knitting, after dinner, and drawing her favorite obair from the hall to the veranda, was thus engaged, occa sionally glancing up to the gate and down the avenue—looking for Ed ward. It was not long before she saw him ooming. At onoe a deep curiosity seized her and In her eager ness to learn what bad passed, she found berselt bounding down the ateps and standing at the lawn gate, while Edward approaching, walked rapidly up and greeted her with a a mile. He related the details of the transaction and vindicated Col. Ran dall with such emphasis, that, Mrs, aside fr»m her unwiUiiiguesn to he lieve evil of any one, she felt a per sonal interest in Col. Randall; such a concern, as only a mother oau feel, when the life she loveB with all its tenderness, reaches out to unite it* enduring strength and to link us destiny in that interminiable chain which parts not, until death. “Yes, my son,” she said, “I have prayed that the reports we have heard were not true. “They were hard to believe, and I have felt all along that he would be able to clear himself.” Mother and son walked leisure!v to the house. Their earnest eonver sation would indicate that a very im portant subject was being discussed It so appeared to Hettie, who had ensconced herself under the arbored rose-bush, where she was intently reading a novel. Still holding the book in her hands, she found refuge behind its open pages, while her eyes furtively followed them. She almost knew they were talk' ing about Col. Randall. A present iment, of renewed efforts to effect a final withdrawal of her relations with him, at onoe toned the features of her beautiful face to a plaintive grief. She could have rushed out, in wild despair, and asked if they still believed him to be the vile wretch they thought he was, and yet, it oc casion required, she could have atood firmly in bis defense. Edward and his mother were com fortably seated on the veranda. A third ohair was drawn up, in which the books and papers were placed. A business-like investigation of the aouount was entered into. It proved to be quite correct. On looking through one of the old records an account was fouud against one “Thomas i). Halford,” whioh had stood all these years w ithout liqui dation. This little incident recalled to Mrs. Coyue a bit of patbetio his tory. “I had almost forgotten this man,” she said meditatively, "but uow 1 remember. It was sad.” “What? mother,” interrupted Ed ward. “Nothing my son,” replied Mrs. Coyne, “I was only thinking about a business matter your father several times spoke about. It was with Tom Halford—I remember him well, he and Col. Randall were playmates in their boyhood days and went to the same school. Tom was a few years older tbau Col. Randall and a. very bad boy, I thought. He married early in life. Hts wife owned a lit tie home, but Tom got control of it. He was a thriftless kind ot fellow. Tbe 1 ome wae mortgaged for bor rowed money and finally sold. Your father bought it, but Tom swore he would not give up possession. “Your father was a very resolute man, and not willing to endure the repeated insults from Halford, knocked him down in the street. It was thought for a while tbe mau was killed; your father never played in business matters. He sent an officer to tne place; Tom and bis family were ejected. What little furniture they had wae thrown out doors. It was a dreadfully cold evening in January and a sleeting ram wae fell ing at the time. Hie wife had been sick and was still quite feeble, but the officer seemed to be iraeoible and devoid of feeling. So, the poor wo man aud her little infant girl, of half a year, were subjected to the cold ram, and from thia exposure, it is supposed, Halford’s wife died. “I felt so sorry for them after 1 had heard bow|cruel tbe officer bad been. The baby, however,survived, after a spell of*sickness, and grew u| under the care of ila father. It war a beautiful, bright little tiling. Ev erybedy hated so much to know that iu life was destined to be controlled 1)1 iO LIVE COaLS. . I, —— i. .- eliild l Run *-<i uiv foot i. i:e> W. H K..ds, <f ■ i <r V wliieh cw.-ed. horrible - :i i vo.i:"<. but Hm-kien’* Ar* •i '•< .i - v l i.. 11 > cured -lie nfter every- *•1 t- el L.frtililiie tor burns. iv Irui&es and pi'es, • h l. tlioku' 85c. I’t.e slat' eyed goddess of Tariff Rt'loi'in uiily >itplayn record-break- si engagement next year. jFLE-A.H> this Co/ue, the good, • obleaud cliarac if « n d moulded by such an immoral, soul, could not refraio shedding a rough creature as its father proved tear of penitence prompted by the' . eep solicitude of her heart. For,| to bi continued. for We send you THa Search Light, and lie i' arioe a- vVeek Atlanta ournal and Juvenile Journal, one vear. We send i'HB SEARCH LIGHT and the Atlanta We send The Search. Light and the Twioe-a. VVeek Savannah News. ilit Ik A| r n W esend The Search- lvIIi JpIiVV Light and the Thrije- i-Week New York World. New subscriptions or renewals for ail here offers. Subscribe -a/T OlSToJE I Bo liou Want IHH I Envelopes, Cards, Note Heads, Letter Job Work? teSjEfc ’* * Iers,Checks,Blanks, I Posters, Business I Cards,Receipts. eta It so, call at The Search-Light Job Office to get them. Prices oheap and vorkdo ne at once. Trv us. Address all orders to S»ar*k~jCighi, Bainbridge, Qa. We wonder if Senator Depew will ride the camel. SEVEN YEARS IN BED. “Will wonders ever oease?” inquire the friends of Mrs. L. Pease, of Law rence, Kan. They knew she had been unable t- leave her bed in seven years on acoount of kidney and liver trouble, nervous prostration and general debility; out. “Three bottles of Elec trip Bitters enabled me*»o walk,” she writes, “and in three months I felt like a new per. son.” Women suffering from headache. OHckache, nervousness, sleeplessness, melancholy, fainting and dissy spells will find it a priceless blessing. Try it. Satisfaction Is guaranteed. R. L. HlCKB. Only BOo. Yoi Can bee." There Is no each thing as silence In this world. It Is an Impossibility. That Is partly tbe reason why science has en abled us to see It The explanation of the paradox la this: Silence, as we understand It sim ply means that there are sounds too delicate or too loud for the ear to regis ter.' In other words, when we can’t bear anything we call that condition silence.” But wherever you ant there are sounds around you. Even In the deepest mine tbe air vibrates and makes a sound. An Instrument has been Invented that will catch these sounds and permit of the vibrations be ing represented plctorlally on a screen, and In that way you may see silence and properly understand what It means. . By comparing the pictures of noises with those of that condition of things known as silence we gain an Idea of tbe difference between a noisy night, for Instance, and one when “absolute si lence reigns,” as tbe novelist puts it It Is rather surprising to find so tnneb dis turbance st the time when everything.- appears to be perfectly quiet.—Pear son’s Weekly. - Dlplematte. The late Lord Savlle used to say. ac cording to The Candid Prlend, ‘‘that high diplomatists bad always to be on their guard against Intriguing women, mainly Russian agents, who would use any wile to extract Information. Dur ing the Russo-Turklsb war. when Eu rope was always on the verge of a crisis and Russian statesmen were most anxious to know what England would do under given circumstances, a lady came up to him suddenly at a ball and said: ”1 bear that the Russians have made a forced march and entered Constan tinople.” hoping no doubt that be would be surprised Into some Indiscreet ex pression. He merely replied: "Ineedl And I suppose tbe sultan, ban conferred on them tbe order of tbe Turkish Bath!” Tbe lady continued gravely: “And they say In Paris that If Bap land does not Interfere tbe eastern- question la settled In favor of Russia.” “And that,” replied bis excellency, “is. I snppoee, the new Judgment of Paris."