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WINTKVt TO! imO I\ ALAMKA.
Wild Scenes WlfncMNed Dnrlrt* n
Janaary Visit to Itay,
Doing die tourist net in the midwinter
season of Alaska i« novel. On the even
of January 5 the voyage was hngnn, and
the next morning daylight (liftclwd tlu 1
steamer anchored off Skidmore Island
In (llacW Hay, and the air hi Hug, the nt
I'loKjdiere clear and the sun peeping over
Cie hills to the eastward. After a hearty
\ reakfunt the anchor svaa weighed.
Steaming ngainst Pinnacles an Icy-cold wind from
the glistening of the glaciers,
the vejwHV bridge and deek were noon
frosty. WiHoughbyV Marble Drake and
St urge** islands held their positions
ajraiiirft the wind an the steamer slipped
\vy. To tie* left Ffleitie inlet presented
1 ts range of mountains, snowcapped and
Higgl'd. and at their bar*'- Haeifie (»hiei*T
pestled, a heap of tumbled iee. At the
head of Mm* hay Muir fMarjer reared its
plateau of i<*". nVinging to th" shh*w of
ihe I'airwea:her rair-'e, as if d'f omined
not to sti le Into the eneroa' hiuj: hay.
The scene was wild, and nature’® p ■ore
of disintegnrfiou seemed frozen into a
dense rigidity, and the works «*f her art
appeared arrested by tin* frozen chill
of tons wpott tons of tee.
Captain Carrol! Iioathd for the wall of
jec, passing Prof. John Muir’s eabtu on
the right, urt'ffl a ea.’rn wav, entered he
neaJ‘ 2 i the beetling crags of frozen nrelil-
teeturc. Coning up to ihe wall of Jce
the ^resumer swerved and steamed up to
within a stone’s throw of the glaejer
along iN entire frond age. At times the
vessel wus within feet of i's walls,
and the ripples from the steaimr gurgled
Into the caverns with a warning note.
As one erag begun cracking the steamer
was headed furMici* out. and then return¬
ed to her former emirs*-. It is not often
that one has the opportunity to ride un¬
der a wall of iee for a mile and witness
Ire hold together until the passage
-afely made. Captain Carroll admit
led. when at a cafe di-fame, (had it
w mm the first time lie had ever wads approach¬
ed the glacier ho ejosejy. Tho were
fluted with pinnacles of iee. rising in
j laces from CT <<» ‘.ft 10 feet from the
water, and the fronted surface emit ranted
superbly with thee a m'' n and heavenly
blue tints of the fraetur<'d lee, Ac fur
ns the eye emiid discover fh : c frozen river
extended leo-h into the \dd recesses of
tin* caw tooihed I’airWtsithcr range.
Alaska News.
l.,B\ \M> I.IIVI, SK llll’S
I'riiHsinn l)c|»iit |i*» l)i*l,!ii,.
‘I’rnliiM imjt VleiiMiiri’N lanlnst TIh>i,i
Tlie Prussian Government promised
tho Prussian deputies two weeks ngo
to consider the expeiidieney of fordid
ding women to wear trains on the pub¬
lic promenades. The subject was !n-
I rod a ceil in the House hy Deputy Count
Douglass, Conservative, soeinl reformer,
and intimate friend of the Emperor.
The condensed report of the debate is;
Fount Douglas* In view of the spread
of Infectious diseases, I regard tt n*
desirable to direct the Government's at¬
tention to till!’* wholesome nelson of the
Moraln police In prohibiting women from
wearing trains on the public promenade®
I think that public opinion should be
aroused on this subject by the press. It
i« tho opinion of nil authorities that
sttvel dost Is tilled with the germs of
Infectious diseases and Chat It carries
I hose diseases into the liingw of the pr
destrlnos. If women can once be eon-
vine,si that when I'hev HWivp the streets
vviitih their skirts they are spreading
disease far and wide. I believe their eon
science® w.Hl triumph over the tryannv
of fashion and vanity.
Dr. Lnmirerhaiis, itadioal Unionist -
I do not deny Mint women stir np a
l>oi*onoiis dust In the streets with their
long skirls, and that ninny bacteria nre
thus smtterrd through the nir we
breathe, Thl® is not the main point.
however. The worst of dres® train*
is that they gather the filth of the
streets, and carry It. lader with germs
of disease, into the home. Hu nursery.
and the bedroom, It is very hard to
conquer * fashion, however Perhaps
the beat means of counteracting the
danger In this ea*o Is to teach women
that they should carefully cleanse their
street dresses upon returning from n
promenade.
(Government (’nuncillor-in Chief Liu-
dig, replying for the ministry—I run ns-
sure the gentlemen who have taken part
In this noteworthy disruwion that the
Cabinet wilt consider carefully the sug¬
gestions just made. Upeobil attention
shall be given to the suggestion thnt
the existing police regulations need
amendment regarding the wearing of
long skirts In tho streclB.
Councillor Tdndlg’s reply'has been hail-
**d with jov by the dress reformers of
Berlin. 'I'hev are living In hope of an
order against trains from the Depart¬
ment of the Interior. They think that
Ihe Berlin Police ought at least do ns
much ns the police of Moran.
Itcnllng XVMil !lu* “Trilby" Mnnln
“I have a way of getting even with
any one who attempts to talk "Trilby”
to me." said a South Side man "When
one asks me if 1 have rend Trilby’ I
ask, ‘Who's he. and what did lie write?'
“ 'Why, you know; it’s a she (lie book
called “Trilby." ’
" 'Who wrote it ?’
“’Du Manrier*
“ ‘Who is lie. anyway? What's the
name, Du— ?'
" 'Du Manrier George Du Manrier ’
" ‘I don't believe 1 ever heard of him.
Is he pretty good?’
“‘Oh, pshaw, you must have heard
about hi® ’Trilby." It has caused quite
a sensation ’
“ 'Vs is a detective story?’
“ ’Heavens, no! It's a novel.’
“ ‘Could 1 get n copy at a bookstore?'
“ ’Certainly; the book’s bad a big sale.’
“ ‘It's been translated, then?'
" ‘No: certainty not. It was written in
English.'
" ’Oh!'
"And by that time the ‘Trilby’ enthu¬
siast is in a condition of profound mis¬
ery. Chicago Keeord.
IT IN COI.KM \\.
There Is no Moult! of identity nf
Ihe IMnmond Thief.
I’v Soil A- latis! Pres®
Toronto, March 25. An alleged dia¬
mond s»9tidier named John O. Coleman
alia* Hutton, alias Smith alias Jackson,
alias Miller, who wns arnoled at St
Marys the other day and brought her.
was arraigned in police court today,
charged with receiving a qua nit y of
diamonds from P. W. Ellis A Oo., tb'9
city by fra ml, and fairs’ pretenses.
The prisoner asked for a remand nn
til Thursday, which vtas granted. The
crown attorney produced letters from
the chiefs of police in several Southern
'•ities. asking for Coleman's unset.
Photographs which accompany these
ooniiniinieatjons leave no doubt a* to the
prisoner's identity.
Lovely Women.
Of the old-faahUmed woman there’s much
beinK shI'J
Of hi-r want toff to vote an»l a’ that;
Ami of her desire to wear man s attire,
His coat and Ms vest and a’ that.
And a’ that and a’ that,
She may wear trouser® and a’ that;
She may even ride a horse astride;
Hut a woman’® a woman for a’ that,
See yonder dams* 1 pa**»lng hy;
Hh«*’w up lo date and a’ that.
She. weara a man’a hat, likewise his era-
vat.
Ills whirl and collar and a’ that,
And a* that and a' that,
Ills suspender® and cuffs and a’ that.
Hut to do what she can to imitate man,
A woman’s a woman for a’ that.
The modem maid, her form arrayed
In sweater and bloomer® and a’ that,
Kith* a hike exactly like
What brother ride® and a’ that.
Hhe may wear bloomer® for skirts and a'
that. a’ that,
Wear men's collars and shirts and
May wear vests if she will, but the fact
remains still
A woman’s a woman for a’ that.
William West In Cleveland Plain Dealer.
THE MURDER JT OLDBY.
Julia Briiljtcr wim IkiII’ciI, uni! lieiiiK
bnlll. il wax out <>f humor with the world
in Kbiivral and with the vilhiKe of Dhiby
in particular.
IK* had K“uc up tin* ladder of hi* pro¬
fession with a run ivilli so quick a run
that mining prcftstncii lie was known ns
Boss ’Tcc. The crime he wa« investiga¬
ting was too ordinary to allow of one of
those miraculous Hashes of iusi«lit for
which lie was so famous; iy fact, had In-
not been longing for the coun¬
try air after hie close ap¬
plication to the noted Vaiiigirmd-
Vmiiics case, he would have turned tin*
Oldby murder over to a confrere, This
murder had no lurid background, no pic¬
turesque touches, and yet ii bullied him.
I lie bald outline given to him uiu, ihD:
A man n Frenchman, Alphonse
d’Himbu by name—had come to Oldby,
on a visit to Dr. Settle. These two had
met at Vichy the previous year, and had
chummed over biilards and cigars. No
great •f'ricnd.ship had ripened, and yet
when little M. d’llimliu had urittau from
Ixmdoa lo say, “It would give me great
pleasure to see you before 1 return to
Paris," Gharles Settle had cordially re¬
plied: “Come down for a day or two,
mid see something of rural England, and
give me my revenge for that last lost
game.”
The stranger arrived on Wednesday by
the 12:15 from Liverpool Street: at (i
that same evening Dr. Settle received an
urgent Numinous to Lea farm, about two
miles away. M. d’Himbu, left alone,
had sauntered forth into the garden, and
from tliemv* into the lane that skirts the
doctor’s garden and Hie rectory grounds
the Back Lime 11 is locally called.
A British earthwork, picturesquely
crowned by elm and wild cherry frees,
must linee attracted M. d’Himbu, for he
had evidently HinvUxl the stile half-way
down the lane, and crossed the “British
Field" to the knoll. There he was found
twenty ininuties later by Sir Arthur, a
lad of seventeen or thereabouts, stabbed
tin* heart.
An inquest had, of course, been hold,
when the Inevitable tramp theory was
mooted. A beetle-browed fellow hud been
seen looting alsmt that day. But the
coroner had dismissed this theory at
once.
"A tramp,” he remarked parentheti¬
cally, “may mutter imprecations when
sent away empty-handed, lint he does
not run amuck like a Malay fanatic.”
The stationmaster was called.
“Hail the <1:20 train set down any pas¬
senger**?”
“Yes; one.”
•Who?"
rector.”
There was a siight sensation here, for
If the neetnr had taken his usual short
cut across the British Field ho must have
reached the knoll at U:25 -the very time
of the murder. The rector Mr. Guyhirn
was tine next witness; he had seen
nothing absolutely nothing. He had
walked home pondering over an address
to the farm lads, and had looked neither
reaching the rectory he had gone straight
to his study, and had there and then
to (liis study, and liad !here and then
made notes of his thoughts.
Ho spoke straightforwardly, and Ids
parishlonera believed him —they had never
known him either say or do anything un¬
derhand, and they respected him for hb
happy blending of sympathy, common
sense, and humor.
A parlor-maid confirmed his statement
about writing In the study; she had
taken him a cup of tea, and had not no¬
ticed that he was at all “flustered.”
There was nothing for it but to tiring
in a verdict of “murder against some
person or persons unknown”—tv verdict
at which Oldby chafed. Was a murderer
to run free and unpunished in their
midst ?
In the course of days trivialities leaked
out, and these taken together, could no
longer Ik* regarded as mere nothings.
For two months a Marjorie Marchden
had been a guest at the rectory- it was,
in fact, to be her home until the return
of Mr. Marchden from Ceylon, where
he had a coffee plantation.
On the evening of the murder Jane,
the cook, had seen Miss Marchden "just
fly up stairs as scared like ns a crow
with a rattle behind it,”
Then Susan, the housemaid, testified
with many tears that a dagger a queer,
foreign sticking thing had disappeared
from Miss Marjorie’s room, where it had
always lmug on a nail.
And to the whole village it was appa¬
rent that the hitherto energetic, bright,
and bonny girl had suddenly become pale
and dejected*
"They say as they know the murder¬
er." exclaimed Dr. Settle's housekeeper,
as sho bustled an omelette down before
him. "Kat it while it’s hot, sir—it’s
prime this minute; although, as 1 said lo
Green. I'll never believe it of a fine hand¬
some young lady lige Miss Marchden.”
“What!” asked the young doctor, jump¬
ing up so suddenly that tin* breakfast
table danced a jig and the omelette
slipped from the dish.
"it's took him more aback than Mr.
Dhnby’s death itself, and he feels that
laid enough,” said Mrs. Green, who was
a shrewd woman.
She was right.
That Marjorie should be suspected
caused him more exquisite pain than did
the murder of M. d’Himbu.
“I'd give my practice to clear her,” lie
moaned; and suiting the action to the
word he took out a telegraph form and
dashed off a request for Horn 'Tec's aid.
John Bridger had heard the story, had
seen the spot, and was baffled.
That murder had been done was be¬
yond question; the position of the wound
did awav with the possibility of suicide;
but what was the motive?
The rector had crossed the field at the
hour of the murder, but he was beyond
suspicion; although, as Bosh ’Tec
thought, "no me times irreproachable mid¬
dle age has the background of a shady
past;” but one piece of evidence alone
diverted suspicion from Mr. Guyhirn—
had never been abroad and M. d’Him¬
bu bad never before been in England.
As for Miss Marchden—<weii, her past
history must be trail’d, and already a
trusty clerk was on his way to Brussels,
where Marjorie had been to school, but
Boss ’Tec held a map of Oldby in bis
hand, and as be studied it. an idea dawned
in Ids mind. He slapped one knee and
“He!” he slapped Ihe other and
exclaimed “Hu!” And this to bis col¬
leagues would have been a signal that
bis grent brain was beginning to work
at a theory.
Did Dr. Settle go by the road to Isa
farm, or did he ride, taking the shorter
bridle-path? If the latter, then he, too,
might be in the British Field at the time
of the murder.
He ami d’Himbu had played together;
•lay, more; there had been a suggestion
of “revenge for a lost game!”
Doubtless it was a question of money.
The fact that the doctor had himself
sent for an investigator went for nothing:
the doctor so might simply be a repeti¬
tion of the blind used by Capt. Mcldy in
the Cat’s Eye robbery.
Money, then, was the motive for the
Oldby murder, and from the wed’-head
of this motive John Bridger deemed it
would be easy to track the murderer.
Whistling contentedly, he looked from
die window, and seeing Arthur Whitcrofl
driving some bullocks from the street
into t.hc Back Lane, strolled forth to join
him.
“Prime boasts,” he temarked, by wav
of greeting.
“Ay, sir,” replied Ihe lad, with the
customary brevity of the English villager.
‘‘Make me feed young again; fakes me
back twenty years; and it’s good for a
man to step back sometimes,” ho said to
the boy, who began to take a liking to
Dr. Settle’s fresh visitor.
"My father had a farm in the North,
right, up in the date®, and I and my
brother Jim used to drive our cows to
pasture down hy Ihe heck, and there
■vo would lie about for hours, watching
Ihe water ouzels and (he klngfiahes. and
fishing for crayfish and newts. 1 sharp¬
ened my t>ower of observation down by
that stream,” he continued, with a sigh
of sentimental remebranee, at the same
tlmo switching a lagging hulloek with an
adroitness that won his companion’s ad-
miration. "Lea farm you’re going to,
aren't you? Ah no! of course not; 1
know you live at the Hollow. But let
mo see: how long will It lake me to walk
over to Lea?”
"By the bridle-path, tweflve minutes,
!r.”
“Ti e bridle-path! I suppose most folks
go that way?"
“Yes, sir, 'cept In mucky weather; then
try takes Ihe road."
“Ah, well! It's not muck weather now.
Th Lea people must find a nice step
V Pi n tho- can come to church
that ‘gainer’ cut.” doc¬
“Yes; and It's handy-like for the
tor now the missus Is bad.”
■•All!" said Boss ’Tee. softly, “It's
swampy here,” he continued, as they
passed tho stile that leads into British
Field. "Kingcups and milkmaids grow
here hi May, don't they?”
“Ay, sir, and frogs, too.”
"Not 'h> place for a patent-shoed
Frenchman to limb over," mused the de¬
tective, "unless he happened to meet a
friend who knew the way. I’ltl have an-
other look at the knoll;” and nodding
farewell to tho lad, ho crossed Into the
now noted field.
A few paces brought him to the spot
where poor At. d’Himbu had been found.
A crushed cluster of poppies showed the
exact place where the body had fallen.
The setting sun glistered on something
bright that lay beside the poples.
Mr. Bridger stooped and picked this
something lip. heads.
it was a string of five minute jet
■Tart of the fringe,” muttered Boss
'Tec, whose keen eye noted even Ml#
frivols displayed hy Jay and Peter Rob¬
inson.
Five yards further on, nearer to the
tiny thatched British cottage that stood
off from the path, there 'lay another
string—one of the beads only.
"Hum!” said tho detective, “hum! Less
than this has hanged a man. They may
have come off the dress of some Sunday
slght-seer; but I'll keep them, all th#
same.” making the
"Good evening, You’re
most of your time’’—this to a white-
capped old dame who sat knitting within
the rose-bowered porch of a British cot¬
tage. long for
"Ay. sir; days is never too
willing fingers.” bit lonely
“And I dare say you’re a
living here all alone'.'”
■•Why, sir. for that, I’ve my thoughts,
and thoughts Is grand companions. And
the ladles from the rectory most ways
gives me a look—one or the otner. Alias
Marchden, she’s been here hours lately,
for she’s a-doing of my pieter.”
And with a sign of lnvltaton, she en¬
tered Ihe cottage and took down a block.
It was a wonderful bit of water-color
drawing, and reminded Air. Bridger of
Cooper’s "Nancy Macintosh." He prided
himself on knowing something of art.
"Ah, comes here often, does she?”
“Yes, sir: and glad 1 am to s,e her.
The last time was on the evening the
poor French gentleman was killed. Eh,
sir! it’s sad I am to think he was so
near—Just beyond the mould—and 1 never
heard his cry for help. Going In my
eighty-six though 1 be, I’d have done
summut for him.
•■Was Miss Marchden here at the nn ?"
"No, sir; let me think; she left ten
minutes—yes. It must have been about
en minutes—before."
" Ah!”
"And If she Isn’t hero now!” exclaimed
the old woman, with a look of genuine
gladness, and came face to face with
Miss Marchden.
She wore a black cloth cape trimmed
with jot fringe. in the fringe close
There was a break
to the right shoulder.
"Ah!” once again ejaculated Boss ’Tec.
“Well?” queried the doctor that even¬
ing. It was his usual after-dinner ques-
>1? and hitherto Mr. Bridger had re¬
plied by a shake of the head. Tonight,
however, he paused, and Dr. Settle, no¬
ticing the pause, looked up quickly—
anxiously.
"Any clue?"
“Yes."
"Not—not—you can’t suspect her!” said
the young man vehemently, thus betray¬
ing his fears.
"My dear fellow, I’m here to suspect
anybody and everybody—even you."
The expression of his host’s face as-
sured the detective that he was guilt¬
less of the slaying of M. d’Himbu; he
could no longer hold the theory he start-
,i from the motive of money.
“But don’t be over-troubled. Of course
the whole thing is a trouble, but still,
much has to be proved yet; much may
haw to be unproved. Light may come
with tomorrow's post. Mrs. Bridger is
working like a at'uthhound in Paris. 1
believe you know my wife is a French
woman; site was governess at Limby
Abbey, and I met her when I went down
there about the poisoning of his Lord-
ship's mare. Warpaint. She's taken to
the ’tec business like a duck to water,
and always helps me in my foreign work;
in fact, It was really my wife who fer¬
reted out the first clue lr. the Vanglrard-
Van nes nffalr. I believe 111 a woman help-
Ing her husband even In the roughest
profession. By the by, what Is Mrs.
Guyhirn like? I’ve met the rector again
and again, but she always seems In¬
visible “
“Mrs. Guyhirn? Well, I hardly know,
she wears her hair part'd down the mid¬
dle. and buys her next summer clothek
-it the autumn sales; at least, so—Alisa
Marchden says. But 1 balieve she’s a
good mother and a good parish worker."
Th- morning's post brought the hoped-
for light, From Brussels there was a
brief note: the Bare Leopold;
• The school Is near Miss M.
very quiet and well-conducted.
was liked by all; there Is no escapade of
I,, ps to record—her hobby was painting.
From Paris the missive was bulkier:
“M. d’Himbu seems to have been sim¬
ply a flaneus, whose sole aid was to he
tres chic. His brother eannot account
for the murder: says Alphonse was not
a man to quarrel, and thinks the motive
must have been highway robbery. Mr.
Henri allowed me to appropriate hii
brother's album; this I send to you.
Notice the girl in the Galnshro’ hat: you
will see her repeated In many styles, I
fancy she Is an Englishwoman. is sho
Miss M. M. ?"
No, certainly not; looked at
slight, too arch. John Bridger professional
her again and again, for his
detected that this girl had en-
tered largely into M. d'Himbu's life.
“The policeman,” said Mrs. Green, In¬
terrupting his study of the album.
Boss “IVc turned, to see in the man's
hand a foreign dagger, half covered by
blood. pollard willow
“Found on the top of the
that flanks the rectory field pate—evi¬
dently flunp there by some person en¬
tering the grounds that way. Sworn to
by Susan Jones as being the dagger
formerly in the possession of Marjorie
Crawford Marchden."
So spoko the constable in his most pro¬
fessional manner and voice.
Marchden, sir? w
“Shall I arrest Miss
he continued, as Boss ’Tec stood sileritly
regarding the weapon. “It’s clear cir¬
cumstantial evidence, sir.”
•‘Have you seen her?”
“I’ve confronted her with the dagger,
but all she says is, T didn’t put it on
t he pollard’—otherwise, she’s as dumb
as a bell;’’ the Oldby policeman smiles. was no-
ted for the vagueness of his
“The motive?" inquired Mr. Bridger,
looking up suddenly. the trial,
■ H”<« wi n ooze out at
sir. Motives are like rats in a hole; they
flashes out whon you least expect ’em.
ShailI I get a warrant for her arrest?”
“Wait. 1 wM see for myself. Come to
mo later." dagger—the
“The flight of stairs the
jet beads—the evident bearing of a pain¬
ful secret,’ murmured John Bridger:
“clear circumstantial evidence, truly'.
The bench would bring In a verdict of
guilty at once; and yet I don’t believe
Miss Marchden did It! The girl In the
Galnshro’ is at the bottom of it, or I’m
not Boss ’Tec. Question is—is she In or
near Oldby? Ha—yes, I’ll see the rector’s
wife; she may throw some light on the
Gainsbro’s whereabouts.”
“Yes, Mrs. Guyhlrn’s at home,” an-
swered the rectory maid, ushering Mr.
Bridger into th© morning-room. low
Mrs. Guyhirn was seated on a
chair, her youngest child cradled on her
lap; another was at her feet, folding Kin¬
dergarten papers. butterfly sailed into that
An admirable darted after it
room; the second child
with a whoop. Mrs. Guyhirn laughed at
his vain efforts, and as the light of
laughter rose to her eyes Boss ’Tec
started about this
“I wish to speak with you
unfortunate affair: perhaps, madam, as
the intimate friend of Miss Marchden.
you may help mie a little. But I find I
have left a paper I require In my room. I
Will you excuse me one moment?
Willi fetch It, and return.”
"Certainly,” replied Airs. Guyhirn, still
watching the butterfly hunt.
“He!” said John Bridger, slapping one
knee. “Ha!” slapping the other. “No
doubt as to motive now. A clever wo-
man Is my Bertrade. At last this
Interests me—it reaches beyond Oldby.”
Arrived at the doctor’s, he took
M. d’Himbu’s album, and turned to
girl In the Galnsbro’ hat.”
“Tamed—wrecked!” he ejaculated. “\
nus turned Madonna, hut I know I’m
mistaken.”
Slipping the
bum. h« retraced his steps.
"Is Airs. Guyhirn still in the morning-
room?”
“Yes, sir ”
Airs. Guyhirn had dismissed her child-
ren, and was apparently awaiting Mr.
Bridger’s return. inquired, closing the
“Madam,” he
door, and drawing the portrait from his
pocket, "do you know this?”
Half an hour later he hastily entered
Dr. Settle’s surgery. rectory.
"Doctor, you’re wanted at the
Rush of blood to the head, caused by
shock.” Then he added, after a pause.
’’And pray to God that for once that
-11 es may fail.”
"I may t 11 the whole story to you
two,” Boss ’Tec said that evening, as he
sat in the clematis-hung arbor with the
doctor and the policeman. "It’s a pa¬
thetic bit of (ife-hiistory—besides, it’s
interesting to 11 s”—-looking wilh a frown
on the policeman—“bocaus c it shows how
one ought to shy of mere c> rlcumstantial
evidence. Motive’s the thlng-'without
motive a ’tec hasn't a leg to stand on."
Boss ’Tec knocked the ashes out of his
pipe, and began as though he were read¬
ing from a hook:
"Twelve years ago a retired Colonel
haunted Alonte Corlo. He was a widow¬
er. and he and his daughter lived a hap¬
py-go-lucky Bohemian life.
“She was pretty in a certain way—
p-.tlte and fair, and with a sparkle gained
from a Corsican grandmother. She had
always a small court, composed of men
of mixed naUonaiHtles, and when her
father had a run of luck she bought new
frocks and gave picnics. One of her
persistant admirers was Al. d’Himbu, but
she cared little for him. One evening the
Colonel forsook the tables for baccarat;
he lost two thousand to AL d’Himbu, and
still ihe mad l'renzy of play was upon
him. stake,’ he
“ ‘I have nothing left to
lamented, d’Himbu: ’the
“ ’Yes.’ whispered Al.
highest stake of all—your daughter!’
"When the lust of the play cooled, the
Colonel knew what he had done.
"Next morning his daughter found him
on the shore, his right hand grasping a
ptstol. the wound in his temple laved by
the calm wave® of the Mediterranean.
"Revenge was the emotion that swayed
her as she stood over her father’s dead
body. You will remember I told you that
Corsican blood ran In hi r veins, and
that the vendatta had to her forbears
been a binding obligation.
“ ’Neither me nor my money shall Al.
d’Himbu see again.’ was her cry.
"As soon as possible the Colonel’s
daughter left for England, to find a home
with her mother's brother, old Admiral
Cotton Blight.
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CUM AH KALI WORKS. 03 Nassau Straat. Maw York,
Jones. Life with him was as unlike the
bright, gay Monte Corlo life as it was
possible to be. She stepped at once Into
an atmosphere of Puritanism. She sang
at open-air meetings, she played the
harmonium in the* Sailors’ Bothel (.jamb-
ling League. And in this calmer air she
forgot vengeance; she remembered M.
d’llinibu only as one remembers a bad
nightmare. bring in town tor the
"Mr. Guyhirn, fascinated by her
May gatinerings, was and, she
zeail and Intense energy, as re¬
marked parenthetically this afternoon:
’He stood on the opposite pole to Al.
d’Himbu: foe had never seen a croupier;
and so I accepted him.’
“She undertook the duties of a vicar’s
wife, and fulfilled them. As was natural,
there came days when she craved for the
brightness and freedom of other years;
days when her Bohemianism asserted it¬
self—a Bohemianlsm her studious, mat¬
ter-of-fact husband could not compre¬
hend. And thus It came about that she
Darned self-repression; she simulated
that which he would have her be: she
acted her part.” remarked Dr. Settle.
"Over-acted it,”
“And so her spirit was dammed-in, to
burst forth with greater foroe when her
self-repression was for once forgotten.
By one of the strangest decrees of fate
M. d’Himbu came to Oldby, and learnt d
that the rector’s wife was none other
than his old love.”
"Some diablerie moved him to send
this note to Mrs. Guyhirn," continued
BOSS ’Tec, taking it from his pocket-book
and reading: and
“ ‘Your father died owing me you
2,000 pounds; me“t me by your garden
gate at 0:15, and pay me one or the
Hirer. Alphonse.’ ’’
"Who took that note there?,’ demanded
the policeman. probably thought
“Daft Tom, who more
e sixpence than of the errand.
“The Corsican blood leaped up, old
memories maddened her; she seized Miss
-Marchden s dagger and—as luck would
have it—her cape, which was hanging to
the hall, and rushed forth to meet the
man Who embodied all the evil of the
past. As she reached the knoll she saw
her husband on the tieldpath; she knew
she loved him and hated M. d’Himbu,
and In her wrath she struck—once—twin
‘For my children's, for my husband’s
sake I kept silence,’ she said, 'but i
would not have let Marjorie suffer.’ ”
“And Miss Marchden knew?”
“She suspected. She saw Mrs. Guy-
hirn fling the dagger on the pollard, bbt
would not betray her friend.”
“It’s an uncommon slory,” continued
Mr. Bridger, “and if it hadn’t been for
my Bertrade might never have been
known. I knew sho didn’t send that
album without due cause. She’s the
’tec, not i.”—Cassell’s.
A Lesson In St ml Pokes.
“Tell you what,” said the passenger
in the slouch hat and buckskin leggings,
“this here country ain’t what it used to
be. Why, year before last I made $400
one night down in Denver, in lees 'than
three hours.”
“How was that?” inquired the ner¬
vous passenger.
“Playing stud poker,” drawled the ex¬
gambler. “You see,” he added, “it was
just this way:—The luck was all my
way. I couldn’t lose if I tried.
“Now, there is something queer about
luck. I can almost always tell the min¬
ute I get In sight of a game whether
luck is going to favor me or not. If luck
is my way I play for all I’m worth, but
if it isn’t, then I quit, unless I have too
much booze aboard. Then I am sure to
buck against myself and quit broke.
“But about this particular night. Well,
the luck, as I said before was all my
way. Twice I held four aces, and the
last time I had three aees in sight and
one down. The rest all dropped out but
one tenderfoot chap. He had three jacks
up and one down.
“I knew the game was mine, of course,
hut I didn’t want to scare him, so every
time he boosted the pot for $5 1 just
ltisted it for $1. Finally, he shoved up
$50. and I pushed out my pile.
“He said, ‘You don’t bluff me that,
way,’ and pushed out his.
“Well, and what then happened?” ask¬
ed the nervous one, with eager interest.
“Oh,” replied the other, carlessly, “I
ran across him in a pawn shop next day.
He had left his gold ticker In his room
or I’d a had that, too.”—New York Her¬
ald.
Deceptions.
Don't ye jedge a feller by only whut ye
see:
Don’t ye. jump at guessln’ whut his char¬
acter may be.’
The snow drifts may se* m chilly when
ye meet 'em from above,
tiut they're keepin’ warm the grasses an’
the vilets that they love,
Whiles the sun thet comes so genial and
at fust so full o’ fun
Will scorch the blossoms carelessly ’fore
summer time Is done.
An’ many men thot strikes ye with a
coolish sort of air
Fur cherished home an’ little ones is
savin’ up their care.
Whiles others thet is open-hearted—sunny
by the day.
Don’t notice, while the blossoms they
should shelter fade away.
So, don’t ye jedge aft Her by only what
ye see;
Don’t ye jump at guessln’ what his char¬
acter may be.
From Over the Sell.
The buillion in the Bank of England
has Increased 395,070 pounds sterling, dur¬
ing the past week.
The inquest Into the loss of the steam¬
er Elbe at Lowestoft has been indefinite¬
ly postponed.
A terrific storm is raging along the
coast of the Mediterranean and many
disasters are feared.
The Indian budget shows a deficit for
1S93-94 of 246,000 tens of rupees less than
was calculated upon in the estimates.
The estimated surplus for 1895-96 is 46,000
tens of rupees.
The society of British authors on Wed¬
nesday, presented to the Marquis of
Ripon, the Colonial Secretary, a petition
bearing 1,500 signatures against the Cana¬
dian copyright bill.
The Khedive of Egypt yesterday re¬
ceived in audience Slatin Bey, formerly
Governor of the Province of S^naar, who
recently escaped from Omaurman, where
he had been kept in captivity for eleven
years. The Khedive promoted Slatin
Bey to the rank of Pasha.
“A Shoddy GootU Sea&on.*’
Under the above tittle the American
Wool and Cotton Reporter reports that
this spring “is distinctly a shoddy goods
season, when real merit seems for the
moment to be displaced by cheapness.”
Manufacturers of established reputation
have, It Is said, generally kept the quali¬
ty and weight of their goods up to the
standard. But the groat burden of new
domestic woollen fabrics Is not of a
high grade. The Reporter adds:—
Cincinnati clothiers are credited with
having placed orders for almost no men’s
wear woollens above one dollar per yard,
the demand from that important clothing
centre running almost exclusively to
cheat) fabrics.
And this trade-journal accounts for
ti e widespread diffusion of shoddy fabrics
especially in the West and South, ^by
the fact that wheat, cotton and othsr
farming products are now so low-priced.
It is true that the country needs cheap
woollens, but not shoddy goods. AU-
v.ool clothing ought now to be cheap,
since the manufacturers were granted
tree-wool by the new tariff more than
six months ago. The "protection” given
to domestic manufacturers of wool by
our high tariffs since 1861 has compelled
tli* whole nation to pay them many hun-
dr-ds of millions of dollars, all of which
was virtually as much bounty as any
bounty ever paid to a Louisiana sngar-
planter. The new tariff reduced tms
“protection,” but gave the manufactur-
ers free-wool, in the hope that the Amerl-
can peop«e should hereafter be clothed
In wool instead of shoddy. The people
will stand In their own light it they now
buy the shoddy goods, of which they
hod a surfeit during the era of the Mc¬
Kinley ta iff,—New York Herald.
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