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SYNOPSIS.
L. is queen of England. Francis
£ m livin’’ with Ins uncle, Sir
and biscousin Petronilla, Sir
^daughter. 5Winchester, pays Gardiner a visit to bish- hn
Lv and being a Catholic is dis
E ttU. : Francis chapter who is at ir.-Gard,- heart a
□i, Francis who his father is, that
L I traitor and informer, man’s fortune nnd otters it he
Ur rhe yoiraa service spy. Francis
his as a
tL Lit time to reply and runs fortune. away,
to carve out hie own
lleisovertaken by Clarence, an
L, ,f Gardiner, against whom he in¬
to mob by telling them ihe man
jnresi gang leader, and escapes on
erne's horse arid with his dispatches
Urancis L showing goes to an the inn dispatches at St. Al- is
i S |id' queen’s courier. C!la
to be a with the
bearrives, and he escapes
|(a waiting maid. V. and VT.—He
(tesLondon and renders aid to two
iea He and the women escape in
,t are attacked, and Francis is stun
loan! 'y 1 j,—They are rescued Holland, and put
a vessel bound for
tofthe women proves to be the Duch
jf Suffolk, who has married a man
led Bertie. The other is a kinswo
named Anne Brandon. Bertie is
Mil [toeing too. Being l’.otestants, they
from England. Francis
[them his name is Carey. VIII.—
[ascend the the house river of Rhine friend in a named boat
reach a XI.—C
jitrom. IX, X and ar e y
(Dymphna, Landgtrom's da lighter k'Es
(the violence of a soldier and;
man They decide to bury tbe
.
liard, but Carey sees a ghost Van
; Pymphna’s llover, warns them
they are discovered, and they tire.
CHAPTER XI.
|tj none of them believed me, it
ed, ,and smarting under Mistress
is ridicule, hurt by evon tho duchess’
!y Incredulity, what eauid I do? Only
twlmt I lint asserted already—that it
undoubtedly Clarence, and that be¬
lli hours elapsed they would havo
lot ray words.
mention of this possibility Mastor
blocked up. He had left tho main
in the discussion to others, but now
tervenod. “One moment," bo said,
te It that tlio lad is right, Master
sirom. Is there any precaution,we
idopt, any back door, so to speak, wo
ttepopen, in caso of an attempt to nr
is being made? What would.bo tho
of our retreat to Wosel?”
-he river," replied tho Dutchman
lily.
md tho boats aro all at the landing
"
key are, and for that reason they are
«in an emergency,” our host an¬
si thoughtfully. "Knowing the
( anyone«ont to surprise and arrest
Kid secure them first and tho bridge.
! they would havo us in a trap. It
I ho well to tako a boat round and
' it in the little crock in tho farther
C ho added, rising, "It is a good
at any rate, I will go and do it.”
wnt out, leaving us four—tho duel)
Iff husband, Anno and myself—sit
founil the lamp.
I Master Carey is so certain that it
Clarence,” blit my lady began, "I think
to"—
fs. Kate?” her husband said. She
Nsed am] seemed to bo listening.
Nit to open that letter ho has!” she
plied Muter impetuously. “I have no doubt
to Clarence. Now tho ro gn e
P® s ought 0, i file scene to stand again in tho the lad’s
r not way.
I“K all nonsense, Thu letter may
[some pre-nce’spresencohere, light on tho bishop’s and it schemes should
r That is what I think.”
[rat do you say, Carey?” her husband
[ Vi,I kept silence. "Is not that rea
with my elbows on tho table, I
;? n<i untwisted the fingers of my
bands, gazing at them tho while as
inspiration might come of them.
* as 1 to do? I knew that tho three
. ' Were upon me, and tho knowl
“htractei me nnd prevented me
ticking, though I seemed to be
8*0hard. "Well,” I burst out at
, ; “munutauees aro certainly al
seeno reason why Ishould not”—
[k'L uttering to an exclamation, and
our feet. “Oh, what a
duchess cried, clasping her
tuu clumsy, clumsy girl! What
HZ ^ t[um nne ’ the s sleeve table as she Florentine turned
,,,, 0 a
tej ’ "'tustcr Lindstrom’s greatest
!a3, a dozen fragments
i-v! .' : ,", 7 - n " Bst< wd Master and looked at it,
nil ger. Bertio and
jL q aaj Quite ’; The girl’s lip trembled,
la, . white as she contem
pij rjIn s he had caused,
jy I°u have done it now!” tho
, a Pitilessly.
What woman
°°k ulumslness in another
'Tt * °uly remains to pick
((,_ tu!!5s if up
' had done it—
Here. -- - a man
lorant ,lpthe Pieces- You will
tr— “, C 5 ’ 0ur tale good to Master
Z.™ down afterward.”
m nno on ruy knees and helped
Be fr M alice her incredulity had
^ kit* of She was so shaken
1 too ■Nether. ware in her hand
Wh we had picked
a JJ° ess t ^ )e ^turned smallest piece, the I rose,
*. s.r. to former
j, 1 open thi3 letter, then?"
you will. Then the soots
Have you got it about
F } x ■§ in bedroom,” I answered.
it a * a F there, and I must fetch
: -
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CONYERS, GA„ SATURDAY, JUNE 1, 1895.
ing as X opcEtt; ■ duor for mi.wesij Xfine
to go out with her double handful of frag¬
ments, "it is absolutely necessary to read
it, my lady?”
"Mostcertainly,”she answered, gravely
nodding with each syllable, "I think so. I
will bo responsible." And Master Bertie
nodded also.
“So bo it,” I said reluctantly. And I
was about to leave the room to fetch the
letter, my bedroom being in a different
part of the house, only connected with the
main building by a covered passage,
when our host rovurned. Ha told us that
ho had removed a boat, and I staid
awhile to hear if he had anything to re¬
port, and then, finding he had not, went
out to go to my room, shutting the door
behind me.
Tho passago X have mentioned, which
was merely formed of rough planks, was
very dark. At the nearer end was the foot
of the staircase leading to tho upper rooms.
Farther along was a door in the side open¬
ing into the garden. Going straight out of
the lighted room, I had almost to grope
my way, feeling the walls with my hands.
When I had about reached tho middle, I
paused. It struck me that tho door into
tho gardon must be open, for I felt a cold
draft, of air strike my brow and saw, or
fancied I saw, a slice of night sky and tho
branch of a tree waving against it. I took
a step forward, slightly shivering in the
night air as I did so, and had stretched out
any hand with tho intention of closing tho
door when a dark form roso suddenly
close to me, I saw a knife gleam in the
starlight, and the next moment I reeled
back into tho darkness of tho passage, a
sharp pain in my breast.
I knew at once what had happened to
mo and leaned a moment against tho
planking with a sick, faint feeling, saying
to myself, "X have it this time!” Tho at¬
tack had been so sudden find unexpected,
I had been taken so completely off my
guard, that I had made no attempt either
to striko or to clutch my assailant, and I
supposo only tho darkness of the passage
saved mo from another blow. But was
one needed? The hand which I had raised
instinctively to shield my throat waa wot
with the warm blood trickling fast down
my breast. I staggered back to the door
pf the parlor, groping blindly for tho
latch, seemed to he nil ago finding it, found
it at last and walked in.
The duchess sprang up at sight of me,
“What," sho cried, backing from me,
“what lias happened?" I sat
“I havo been stabbed,” I said, and
down.
It amused mo afterward to recall what
they all did. The Dutchman stared; my
lady screamed loudly; Master Bertie whip¬
ped out his sword. Ho could make up his
mind quickly enough at times.
"I {Link he has gone,” I said faintly.
Tho words brought tho duchess to her
knees by my chair. Khw tore open my
doublet, through which the blood was cod¬
ing fast. I made no doubt that I was a
dead man, for I had never been wounded
in this way before, and the blood scared
me. I remember my prevailing idea Per¬ was
a kind of stunned pity for myself.
haps later—I hope so—I should have come
to think of Petronilla and my uncle and
other peoplo. But before this stago was
reached tlio duchess reassured rno, "Cour
ago, lad!” sho cried heartily, It is all
right, Dick. Tho villain struck him on
tho breast bone, an inch too low, and lias
just ripped up a scrap of skin, It has
blooded him for the spring, that Is all. A
bit of plaster”=- waters,"
“And a drink of strong sug¬
gested the Dutchman soberly; his thoughts
were always to tlio point \vheo they came.
“Yes, that, too,” quoth my lady, "and
he will bo all right.” emptied
I thought so myself whon Iliad
the cup they offered me. I had been a
good deal shaken by tho events of the day.
Tho sight of blood had further upset me,
I really think it possible J might havo
died of this slight hurt and my imagina¬
tion if I had been left to myself. But tho
duchess’ assurance and the draft of
schnapps, which seemed to send new
blood through my veins, made 1110 feel
ashamed of myself. If the duchess would
have let me, I would at once have gono to
search the premises. As it was, she’ made
mo sit still while she ran to and fro for
—_ searched
hot water and plaster, and the men
tho lower rooms and secured tlio door
afresh.
“And so you could see nothing of him?”
our host asked when I10 and Master Bur
tie returned, weapons in hand. "Nothing
of his figure or face?” 1
"Nothing, save that ho wa3 short,
answered, "shorter than I am, at any
rate, and X fancy a good deal.”
“A good deal shorter than you are?
my lady said uneasily. “That is no clew.
In this country nine peoplo out of ten aro
that. Clarence, now, is not,”
"No,” I said, "He is about tho same
height. It was riot Clarence, ”
'■Then who could it be?” sho muttered,
rising and then with a quick shudder sit¬
ting down again. “Heaven help us, wu
seem to bo in tho midst of foes! What
could be the motive? And why should tho
villain havo selected you? Why pick you
out?”
Thereupon a strange thing happened.
Three pairs of English eyes met and sig¬
naled a common message eye to eye. No
word passed, Pi but the roessago was ‘ % an
Tree!’ When we had glancpd at ono an
other, we looked all of us at our host
looked somewhat guiltily. Ho was deep
In thought, his eyes on the stove, hut ho
seemed to abruptly. feel our gaze "Master upon Y him, an Tree and^he
looked up —
he said and stopped. well?” the duchess
“You know him
said, appealing to him softly. Mo feit a
kind of sorrow for him and soniodolieacy,
too, about accusing one of his countrymen
of a thing so cowardly. "Do you think
it is possible,” she continued, with an
effort, “possible that ho cab have done
this, Master Lindstrom?”
"I have known him from a boy,” the
merchant said, looking up, a hand on
either knee, and speaking with a simplic
ity almost majestic, "and never know him
do a mean thing, madam. I know no
more than that.” And he looked round
...
in a fit of jealousy wi.c.1 - as
brought Dymphna home- »Vp must _ -
member that.” f
“Yes, I would ho kf wtll 0 r * 8 «ts° f
that matter, Bald the Dutchman heartily■
"And he has been hanging about tue
pj a . SS p“ . (i V
—s," ...ister" r.IfuTslTom rejoined pa¬
tiently, “yet I do not think he did this.”
"Then who did?” she said, somewhat
nettled.
That was tho question. I had my opin¬
ion, as I saw Master Bertie and the duch¬
ess had. I did notdoubt itwas Van Tree,
yet a thought struck me. "It might bo
well,” I suggested, “that some one should
ask Mistress Anne whether tho door
open when she left the room. Sho passed
out just In front of me.”
"Hut she does not go by tho door,” my
lady objected.
"No; she would turn at once and go up
stairs,” 1 agreed. “But she could see the
door from the foot of tho stairs—if sho
looked that way, I mean."
The duchess assented and went out of
tho room to put the question. Wo three,
left together, sat staring at tho dull fianie
of the lamp and were for tho most part si¬
lent, Master Bertio only remarking that it
was after midnight. The suspicion ho and
T entertained of Vail Tree’s guilt seemed
to raiso a harrier between us and our host.
My wound, slight as It was, smarted and
burned, and ray head ached. After mid¬
night, was it? What a day it had been!
When the duchess came back, as she did
in a few minutes, both Anno and Dymph¬
na camo with her. The girls had risen
hastily and were shivering with cold and
alarm. Their eyes wero bright, tboir man¬
ner was excited. Tlioy wore fullcf sympa¬
thy and horror and wonder, as was nat¬
ural, of nervous fear for themselves too.
But my lady cut short their exclamations.
“Anno says sho did not notice tho door,”
she said.
"No,” tho girl answered, trembling vis¬
ibly as sho spoko. ‘T went up straight to
bed. But who could it be? Did you see
nothing of him as be struck you? Not a
feature? Not an outline?”
“No,” X murmured.
"Did lie not say a word?” she continued,
with strange insistence. “Was bo tall or
short?” Her dark eyes, dwelling on mine,
seemed to probo my thoughts, as though
they challenged me to keep anything back
from this morning?” her. “Was sho it suggested. thp man you hurt
“No, ”1 answered reluctantly. “This
man was short.”
"Short, was he? Was it Mastor Van
Tree, then?”
Wo, who felt also certain that Itwas
Van Tree, started nevertheless at hearing
tho charge put into words before Dymphna.
I wondered, and X think the others did,
too, at Mistress Anne’s harshness. Even
my lady, so blunt and outspoken by na¬
ture, had shrunk from trying to question
the Dutch girl about her lover. Wo looked
at Dymphna, wondering how sho would
tako it.
Wo had forgotten that sho could not
understand English. But this did not
serve her, for without a pause Mistress
Auno turned to her and unfalteringly which
said something in her scanty Dutch
came to tho same thing. A word or two
of questioning and explanation followed.
Then tho meaning of the accusation
dawned at last on Dyuiphna's mind. I
looked for an outburst of tears or protes¬
tations. Instead, with a glance of wonder
and great scorn, with a single indignant
widening of her beautiful eyes, she replied
by a curt Dutch sentence.
“What does she say?” my lady ex¬
claimed eagerly.
“Sho says,” replied Master Lindstrom,
who was looking oil gravely, "that it is a
base lie, madam. ”
On that wo became spectators. It
seemed to me, and I think to all of us,
that tho two girls stood apart from us in
a circlo of light by themselves, confront¬
ing ono another with sharp glances, as
though a curtain had been raised from
between them, and they saw ono another
in their true colors and recognized somo
natural antagonism or it might bo somo
rivalry each in the other. I think I was
not peculiar In feeling this, for we all kept
silence for a space, os though expecting
something to follow. In tho middle of this
silenco thcro camo a low rapping at the
door.
One uttered a faint shriek; another stood
as if tifrned to stono. Tho duchess cried
for her child. Tho rest of us looked at one
another. Midnight was past. Who could
be abroad, who could want us at this
hour? As a rule, wo should have been in
bed and asleep long ago. We had no
neighbors save the cotters on tho far side
of tho island. We knew of no ono likely
to arrive at this time with any good iu
tent.
"I will open,’" said Master Lindstrom,
but ho looked doubtfully at tho women
folk as ho said it.
"One minute,” whispered tho duchess.
“That table js solid and heavy. Could you
not”—
“Put it across tlio door?” concluded lwr
husband, “Yee; wo will.” And it was
done at once, tho two men—my lady
would not let mo help—so arranging it
that it prevented tho door being opened to
its full width.
“That will stop a rush, "said * Master
Bortio, with satisfaction.
It did strengthen the position, yet It
was a nervous moment when our host pre¬
pared to lower tho bar. “Who is there?”
ho cried loudly.
Wo waited, listening and looking at
one another, tho fear of arrest and the
horrors of the inquisition looming largo in
the minds of some of us at least. Tho an¬
swer, when it came, did not reassure us.
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It was uttered in a voice so low and muf
that we gained no information and
rather augured treachery the more. Ire
wembcr noticing how each took the crisis;
bow iviistrcss Anne's face was set hard
an( j j, er breath came in jerks; how Dyrnph
p ale and trembling. _ seeme d. I'f-JlQ.
Tiavo" ryes new the
duchess faced the entrance like a queen at
hay. All this I took in at a glance. Then
my gaze returned to Master Lindstrom as
ho dropped the bar with a jerk. The door
was pushed open at once as far ns it would
go. A draft of cold air ennio in, and with
it Van Tree. Ho shut tho door behind
him.
Never were six peoplo so taken aback ns
we were. But the newcomer, whose face
was flushed with haste and excitement,
observed nothing. Apparently he saw
nothing unexpected even in our presence
down stairs at that hour, nothing hostile
or questioning in tho half circle of aston¬
ished faces turned toward him. On tho
contrary, ho seemed pleased. “Ah,” ho
exclaimed guttarally, “it is well! Y’ou are
up! Y’ou have taken tho alarm!”
It was- was so
surprised by tjiat and by Ills sudden np
pearanco, so dumfouuded by bis easy ad¬
dress and the absence of all self conscious
noss on bis part, so struck by a change in
him, that I stared in silence. I could not
believe that this was tho same half sby,
half fierco young man who had (lung away
n few hours before In a passion of jealousy.
My theory that ho was the assassin
seemed on a sudden extravagant, though
here he was on tho spot. When Master
Lindstrom asked: “Alarm? Wliat alarm?”
I listened for ids answer as I should have
listened for tho answer of a friend and
ally, without hesitation, without distrust,
for, in truth, tho man was transfigured—
changed by the rise of something to the
surface which ordinarily lay hid in him.
Before he had seemed churlish, awkward,
a boor. But in this hour of our need and
of his opportunity he showed himself as
he was. Action and purpose lifted him
above his outward seeming. I caught the
geuerous sparkle in his eye and trusted
him.
"What!” ha said, keeping his volco low.
“Yon do net know? They arc coming to
arrest you. l’hoir plan is to surround tho
house before daybreak. Already there is
a boat lying in tho river watching the
landing stage.”
"Whom are they coming to arrest?” 1
asked. Tho others were silent, looking at
this strange messenger with mingled feel¬
ing.
"All, I fear,” ho replied. "You, too,
Master Lindstrom. Somo one has tracod
your English friends hither and informed
against you. 1 know not on what ground
you aro included, but I fear the worst.
There is not a moment to bo lost if you
would escape by tlio bridgo before the
troop who are on tho way to guard it ar¬
rives. ”
"Tho landing stage, you say, is already
watched?” our host asked, his phlegmatic
coolness showing at its bust. His eyes
roved round tho room, nnd ho tugged, ns
was his habit when deep in thought, at
his beard. I felt sure that ho was calcu¬
lating which of his possessions ho could
remove.
"Yes,” Van Tree answered. “My fa¬
ther got wind of tlio plan in Arnhcim.
An English envoy arrived there yesterday
on his way to Cleves or somo part of Ger¬
many. It is rumored that ho has como
out of his road to inquire after certain
English fugitives whom bis government
aro anxious to seize. But, come, we havo
no time to lose! Lot us go I”
"Do you oomo, too?" .Master Lindstrom
said, pausing in the act of turning away.
Ho spoke in Dutch, but by some inspira¬
tion born of sympathy I understood both
his question and tho answer.
“Yes; I como. Where Dymphna goes I
go, and whore she stops I stop, though it
ho nt Madrid itself, ” tlio young man an¬
swered gallantly. His eyes kindled, and
ho seemed to grow taller and to gain maj¬
esty. Tlio barrier of race, which had hin¬
dered mo from viewing him fairly before,
fell in a trice. I felt now only a kindly
sorrow that be had done this noblo thing
and not I. I went, to him and grasped his
hand, and though I said nothing ho
seemed, after a single start of surprise, to
understand mo fully’, lie understood me
even hotter, if that were possible, ail hour
later, when Dymphna had told him of her
adventure with tho .Spaniard, and ho camo
to me to thank me.
Ordered myself to ho idle, I found all
busy round mo, busy with a stealthy dili¬
gence. Master Lindstrom was packing his
plate. Dymphna, pale, but with soft, hap¬
py eyes—for had sho notcauso to bo proud?
—was preparing food and thick clothing.
Tho duchess had fetched her child and
was dressing it for the journey. Master
Bertio was collecting small matters ami
looking to our arms. In ono or other of
these occupations—1 can guess 111 which—
Vun Tree was giving ins aid. And so,
sinco tho duchess would nut let me do
anything, it chanced that presently I
found myself left alone for a few minutes
with Anne,
1 was not watching her. I was gnawing
my nails in a fit of despondency, reflect¬
ing that I was nothing but a hindrance
and a drawback to my friends, since when¬
ever a move had to be made I was sure to
bo invalided, when I became aware,
through somo mysterious sense, that my
companion, who was kneeling on tho floor
behind me, packing, had desisted from her
work and was gazing fixedly at mo. I
turned. Yes; sho was looking at mo, her
eyes, in whfcli a smoldering fire seemed to
burn, contrasting vividly with her pale
faco and contracted brows. When she saw
that I had turned—of which at first she did
not seem aware—sho rose and camo to me
and laid a hand on my shoulder nnd
leaned over mo, A feeling that was very
like fright fell upon me, her manner was
so strange. “What is it?” I stammered as
she still pored on mein silence, still main¬
tained her attitude. "What is tho matter,
Anne?”
“Arc you quite a fool?” sho whispered,
her voice almost a hiss, her hot breath on
my cheek. "Have you no sense left that
you trust that man?”
For a moment I failed to understand
her. “What man?” I said. “Oh, Van
Tree!”
“Aye, \ an Tree! Who else? Will you
gO Straight Into the trap ho has laid for
you?” iSho moistened her lips With her
tongue, as though they were parched.
“You are all mad! Mad, I think! Don’t
eyes close to mine, “that ho la jealous of
you?”
"Ho was, ” I said uneasily. “That Is
a li right now. ” •
"He was? He is!” sho retorted. "He
went away wild with you. Ho comes back
smil ing and holding out jiis band,__ Da
you Oust 7 iiiu? TauTt you see—don't yon
see, ’ ’ she cried, rocking mo to ami tro with
her hand in her excitement, "that ho is
fooling you? He is leading us all Into a
trap that has been laid carefully enough.
VVliat is this tale of an English envoy on
his way to Germany? llubbish—rubbish,
I toll you!”
"Hut Clarence”—
"Halil It was all your fancy!" she cried
fiercely, her eyes for the moment flitting
to the door, then returning to my face.
"How should ho find us here? Or what
has Clarence to do with an English en¬
voy?”
, "I do not know,” I said. She had not
in tho least persuaded me. In a rare mo¬
ment I had seen into Van Tree's stml and
trusted him implicitly. "Hieaso take
care,” I added, wincing under her hand.
"You hurt me!”
Elio sprang hack with a sudden change
of countenance as if 1 had struck licr and
for a moment cowered away from me, her
former passion still apparent fighting for
the mastery in her face. I sot down her
condition to terror at tho plight wo were
all in or to vexation that no ono would
take her view. The next moment I went
further. 1 thought her mad, when she
turned abruptly from me, and Hying to
tho door by which Van Tree had entered
began with trembling lingers to roloaso
tho pin which confined the bar.
“Stop! Stop! You will ruin all!” I cried
in horror. "They can soo that door from
the river, and if they boo the light they
will know wo are up and have taken tho
alarm, and they may make a dash to se
eurous. Stop, Anne! Stop!” € cried. But
tho girl was deaf. Slio tugged desperately
at tho pin and had already loosened tho
bar when I caught her by the arms, and
pushing her away set my hack against tho
door. "Hun t bo foolish!” 1 said gently.
"You have lost your head. You must lot
us men settle these things, Anno.”
She was indeed beside herself, for she
faced me during a second or two ns though
she would spring upon me and tear mo
froln tho door. Her hands worked; her
eyes gleamed; her strong white teeth
showed themselves, ►shuddered. I had
never pictured her looking like that.
Then, as steps sounded on the stairs and
oheorful voices—cheerful they seemed to
mo ns they broke in on that strange scene
■—drew noarcr, sho turned, and walking
deliberately to a seat fell to weeping bys
terieally.
"What nro you doing to that door?"
cried the duchess sharply ns sho entered
with tho others. I was securing tho bar
again.
“Nothing,” I said stolidly. "I am see¬
ing that it is fast."
“And hoitytoity, miss!” sho continued,
turning to Anno. "What has conic over
you, I would like to know? .Stop crying,
girl. What is the mattor with you? Will
yon shame us all boforo this Dutch maid?
Here, carry these things to the back door. ”
Anno somehow stilled her soils and rose.
Seeming by a great effort, to recover com¬
posure, sho went out, keeping her face to
tho last averted from me.
Wo nil followed, variously laden, Mas¬
ter Lindstrom and Van Tree, who carried
between them tho plate chest, being the
last to lcavo. There was not one of us,
even of us who had only known the house
a few weeks, who did not heave a sigh as
wo passed out of tho warm lamp lit, par¬
lor, which, littered as it was with the
dobris of packing, looked still pleasant
and comfortable in comparison with tho
darkness outside and the uncertain future
before us. What, then, must have been
tho pain of parting to those wlm bad never
known any other homo? Yet they took it
bravely. To Dymphna Van Tree’s return
had brought groat happiness. To Master
Lindstrom any ending to a long series of
anxieties and humiliations was welcome.
To Van Tree—well, ho had Dymphna with
him, and his side of the plate chest was
heavy and gave him ample employment.
Wo passed out silently through the back
door, leaving the young Dutchman to lock
it, behind i'T and fljt.ied, o.iine of_^li<llng
What is
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Castoria i.s Dr. Samuel Pitcher’s prescription for Infants
and Children. It contains neither Opium, Morphine nor
other Narcotic substance. It i.s a harmless substitute
for Paregoric, Drops, Soothing Syrups, and Castor Oil.
It is Pleasant. Its guarantee is thirty years' use by
Millions of Mothers. Castoria destroys Worms and allays
feverishness. Castoria prevents vomiting Sour Curd,
cures Diarrhoea and Wind Colie. Castoria relieves
teething troubles, cures constipation and flatuleney.
Castoria assimilates the food, regulates the stomach
and bowels, giving healthy and natural sleep. Cas¬
toria is the Children’s Panacea—the Mother’s Friend.
Castoria.
“Castoria is an excellent medicine for chil¬
dren. Mothers have repeatedly told me of its
good effect upon their children.”
Dr. G. C. OfiCooD.
Lowell Mass.
** Castoria is the best remedy for children of
which I am acquainted, I hope the day id not
far distant when mothers will consider the
real interest of their children, and use Castoria
instead of the various quack nostrums which
are destroying their loved ones, 1>y forcing
opium, morphine, soothing syrup and other
hurtful agents down their throats, thereby
Conway, Ark.
The Centaur Company, 77 Murray Street, New York City.
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The Old Friend
And tho best friend, that nevei
fails you, is Simmons Liver Regu¬
lator, (tho Red Z)—that’s wha?
you hear at the mention of tbu
excellent Liver medicine, aDd
that people anything should not be persuaded
else will do.
It is tho King of Liver Medi¬
cines; is better than pills, and
takes the place of Q.uinir’' and
Calomel. It acts directly on the
gives Liver, Kidneys life and the Bowels whole and
new to sys¬
tem. This is the medicine you
want. Sold by all Druggists in
dry Liquid, made or in Powder to be taken
or into a tea.
WKVTCUY PACKAOK-C*
lists tho /, Sum £ In red on wnppttt
J. II. ZE 1 L. 1 N CO.,lMiiUdelpl,U,lW
shadows; rmoUgh tnir erchiirir. tt wiuTi
o’clock; tho sky was overcast; a alight
drizzle was falling. Once mi alarm was
given that wo wore being followed, ami
we huddled together and stood breathless,
a clump of dark figures gazing nffrlghted
ly nt tlio tree trunks which surrounded us,
and which seemed—at lonst to the worn
en's eyes—to ho moving and to he men
closing in on us.
But tho alarm was groundless, and
with no greater mishap than a few stum¬
bles when wo camo to the slippery edge of
tho crook wo reached tho boat, mid one by
ono, admirably ordered by our host, got in
nnd took our seats. Van Troo and Master
Lindstrom pushed us off. Then they
swung themselves in and paddled warily
along, closo under tlio bank, where tho
shadows of tho poplars fell across us, nnd
our figures blended darkly with tho lino
of rushes on tlio shore.
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W. $3 L. Douglas
SHOE riT 19 THC ro« AKINS. MCST.
49 \ . cordovan; CM*
FRENCH ACNAMIUU
mmjj fff Fine C/uMKwuwa
jg 4 3.49 POLICE,a solas.
fej BOYS'SCHOOLSKOflL
LADIES"
BK.oocruK.MXJa,
Over One Million Peopl. wear the
W. L. Douglas $3 & $4 Shoes
AH our shoes are equally satisfactory
rs ftgysrc. un»urna»««d.
Their wearing uniform,.tamped qualities ars aoM.
The prices are on
From f i to S3 aaved over other make..
If your dealer cannot supply you *e can. bold Of
TAn agent wanted; as soon as one i»
secured the name will appear here.
Castoria.
" Castoria is so well adapted to children that
I recommend it as superior to any prescrijAkon
known to me.”
II. A. Archer, M. D.,
in So. Oxford St., Brooklyn. N. Y.
“ Otir physicians in the children’s dep«rt
ment have spoken highly of their experi
ern _____ c in their outside practice with Castoria,
an< | although we only have among our
medical supplies what is known as regular
products, yet we are free to confess that the
merits of Castoria has won us to look with
favor upon it ” ,
United Hospital and Dispensary, i
Bosto« Mas*.
Allen c. Smith, Pres.