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THOU 4* By Hall Cai.ne Author of “The Lhristian,” Etc. Tli is Is the Story the Whole Country Is Talking About. Read the Sy nopsis and Installment and Con tinue It in Hearst sMagazine for August, Just o ut. SYNOPSIS D aniel O’Neill, a powerful. *eif- matie man, force* hi* only daugh ter. Mary, Into a loveless mar riage with the impecunious and prof ligate Lord Raa. ho that his ambi tion to have his descendant* the right ful heirs of the one earldom in Elian may be realized. Mary, n convent- raised young woman, shocked to find her husband a man of sordid, sensual passions, refuses utterly to have any thing to do with him until such time as he can prove himself worthy of her love. During the honeymoon abroad Alma Lier, a divorcee, who had been expelled from the convent Mary attended in Rome, attaches herself to the party and makes the "honeymoon trip” a long series of slight* and In sults for I^ady Kaa At last Lady Kaa become* certain of the Infidelity of her husband and of hi* misconduct with Alma Lier. On her return to London Mary encounters her old play-fellow, Martin Eonrad, who has returned from hi* triumph ant expedition to the Antarctic. Drawn into ever closer relation* with the only man for whose friendship she had ever cared, Mary finally awakes to the fact that she is hopelessly In love with Martin. Terrified by this knowledge, and. finding herself more and more In love with Martin, she determine* to run away from the cause of her distress, and go home. Mary's home-coming to Castle Kaa iR a sad affair. Ilor husband fills the tumble-down old mansion with his fa*t friends from l.#ondon. Including Alma Lier, who assumes control of the household intimately the illness of her father offers Mary excuse for escape from the Intolerable environ ment. But before visiting her old home Mary appeals in turn to her Bishop and to her father’s lawyer, only to be told that neither church nor state can offer any relief from her false position. She returns next day to Castle Kaa to find that Martin 1* larrlvlng for a farewell visit, and that by Alma Ller’s deceitful scheming the whole house party has gone off for a few days’ cruise During her three days alone with her lover Mary fight* a grim battle with temptation, only to find on the last night that her faith In renun ciation and the laws of the church is a fragile thing compared with her overwhelming love for tills pure-hearted man With Martin’s passionate worda. "You are my real wl/e. I am your real husband," ring ing In her brain she forgets every thing else, and with strong step* walks across the corridor to Martin's bedroom This Is the action which Martin has advised a* being the only course open to them which 1* sure to bring the one result they have decided to attain Mary's divorce from Lord Kaa. Mary decides, after the* departure of Martin Conrad, to hide herself In London. She Is driven by fear of Lord Raa’s discovery of her unfaith fulness to him; she is equally afraid of the venomous tongue of Alma Lier She is no sooner settled In a cheap, little hourdlng house In Lon don than a gnat hue and cry is raised by her father Of all persons, It Is Mildred, that one truest friend of her convent days, who ferret* her out; hut for Mary’s sake she break* a vow and refuses to give her up. Then come* the report of the loss of Martin’s ship In the Antarctic. The report 1* false, but Mary, who flee.s from Mildred to a still more obscure part of Ixmdon. i* plunged* Into the depth of black despair from which *he is saved only by the birth of her child. Mother hood is poignant with joy and Horrow, hut poverty compels Mary fo deny herself of even Its privileges; she de cides to leave her child with a poor family In Ilford while she searches for employment. Memorandum by Martin Conrad. heroic M ’ Y great-hearted, little woman! All this time I. in my vain belief that our expedition was of some consequence to the world, was trying to comfort myself with the thought that my darling must have heard of my safety. But how could I imagine that she had hidden herself away in a mass of humanity—which ap pears to be the most impenetra ble depths into which a human being can disappear f How could 1 dream that, to the ex clusion of all such Interest* iis mine, sin* was occupied day and night, night and day. with the Joys and sorrows, the raptures and fears of the mighty passion of Motherhood, which seems to lie the only thing in life that is really great and eternal? Above all. how could I Itelieve that In London Itself, in the heart of the civilized tuid religious world, she was going through trials which make mhie, in the grim darkness of the radar night, seem trivial and easy? It Is all over now, and though, thank Clod, I did not know at the time what was happening to my dear one at home. It Is some comfort to me to remember that 1 was acting exactly as If 1 did. From the day we turned back 1 heard my darling's voice no more. But I had e stilt more perplaslng and tormenting experience, and that was u dream about her. tn which she was walking on a crevassed glacier toward Daysey May me and Her Folks By TRANCES L. GARS IDE. t THEN Provident Chauncey De- \/\/ vere Appleton ascended the platform to preside at the 140th convening of the Children's Con gress, called In session extraordinary, lie did not take a seat in the presi dent's chair, as was his custom, but remained standing in rather a con strained, unnatural attitude. The secretary read the report of the previous meeting; the treasurer reported three pennies, a marble and a gumdrop in the treasury; Tommy Nuckles, aged 3, sang. "Oh, I’m a Pirate Brave,” breaking down on the second verse in stage fright; Leoni das Smith, when called for an open ing prayer, could think of nothing but "Now I lay me," and repeated that; and through it all the president re mained standing. The sniffling of three sleepy chil dren; the whispered scoldings given them by older sisters; the wails of one little girl who dropped her doll and broke it, and the restless move ment of 40 pairs of feet were all that disturbed the solemn hush when President Appleton wiped his bro\v and waved his hand in token that he was ready to speak. "The thought I will give you t.o take home to-day,” he began, the weight of a sad experience giving gravity to his voice, ”is that none of you must take your mothers literally "I am 7, and while I believe that 1 have reached an age of dignity and wisdom, my mother does not always agree with me.” A groan swept the house that caused the sleeping delegates to awaken and cry to go home. “Overcome with pain recently,” he resumed, "at the slap I received from my sister when I used her oil paints in decorating my dog, I broke into tears. ” ‘Don’t cry.' aaid my mother. ‘Be a man!’ "‘Be a man!’ It sounded good to me, and I resolved to be one. "That evening I watched my father closely, and the next day I tried to ‘be a man.' I grumbled about my break fast, I picked up the morning paper and scattered it all over the house; T collected father’s cigar stumps and left one on the piano, two in the fern dish, three on the dresser, and four, with ashes and matches, on the din ing room tablecloth. I threw one of my slippers under the bed and hung the other on the bathroom door knob; I hung ties on everything, from the pictures in the parlor to the hall chandelier; I threw the contents of the top chiffonier drawer on the floor, and was swearing about my collar button, when my mother heard me, " T am trying to "be a man!’” T cried when she grabbed me. ‘You told me to be a man!’ I wailed when she began to punish me. “Brother and sister delegates, my appeal was in vain!” Then he turned and walked stiffly and painfully from the platform. He hadn’t sat down during the entire ses sion. Advice to the Lovelorn Ey BEATRICE FAIRFAX. Every week for months and months I carried a large black bag of ready-made garments back and forth to the large shops ,:i the West End. Oh. how I dreaded those trips, haunted as they were by the terror of accidentally meeting Sister Mildred. Again and again I was ready to give up, but always that one thought came, and I whispered to myself: “For baby’s sake." I did not dare even to ask my employer to give me something else to do. for I could not forget his words as he had said with a significant smile: “You vill be gradeful and convenience your em ployer. mine child.” Still, in spite of my fears, I never saw a familiar face among the multitudes that passed through the streets like waves under the moon at sea. But what sights I saw for all that! What piercing, piteous proofs that between the rich and poor there is a great gulf fixed! EA TONE A Vegetable Compound That tonM the liver. Price 25 cents, at a!l drug and grocery stores. JOHN B. DANIEL, Distributor a precipice which she could not see because the brilliant rays of the au rora were in her eyes. Anybody may make what he likes of that on grounds of natural law, and certainly it was not surprising that my dreams should speak to me tn pictures drawn from the perils of my daily life, hut only one thing matters now—that these experiences of my sleeping hours increased my eager ness to get back to my dear one. My comrades were no impediment to that, I can tell you. With tlTeir faces turned homeward, and the wind at their backs, they were showing tremendous staying power, although we had thirty and forty pretty con stantly, with rough going all the time, for the snow had been ruckled up by the blizzard to almost Impassable heaps and hummocks. A Message. On reaching our second Installation at Mount Darwin 1 sent a message to the man at the foot of Mount Erebus, telling them to get into communica tion (through Macquarie Island) with the captain of our ship in New Zea land, asking him to return for us as soon a* the ice conditions would per mit, and this was the last of our jobs (except packing our instruments tight and warm) before we started down the "long white gateway” for our quarters at the Capa. With all the heart In the world, though, our going had to he slow. It was the middle of the antarctic win ter. when absolute night reigned for weeks, and we had nothing to alle viate the darkness but the light of the scalding moon, and sometimes the glory of the aurora ns It encircled the region of the unrisen sun. Nevertheless my comrades sang their way home through the su’.lan gloom. Sometimes I wakened the echoes of those desolgtc old hills my- j self with a stave of “Sally’s the Gel,” | although 1 was suffering thoughts of I what the damnable hypocrisies of life ! | might be doing with my darling, and I my desire to take my share of her trouble whatever it might be. The sun returned to us the third week in July. Nobody can know what re lief that brought us except those who I have lived for months without It. To see the divine and wonderful thing | rise up like a god over those lone white regions is to know w hat a puny thing man is in the schfUne of the world. 1 think all of us felt like that at sight of the sun. though some (myself among the rest) were thinking more of It as a kind of message from friends at home. Hut old Treacle, 1 remember, who had stood looking at it in awed solemnity, said; “Well, I’m d !” After that we got on famously until w»> reached winter quarters, where we found everybody well and everything in order, but received one piece of alarming intelligence—-that the at tempt to get into wireless communi cation with our ship had failed, with the result that we should have to w-ait for her until the time originally ap pointed for her return. That did not seem to matter much to my shipmates, who. being snugly housed from Minding blizzards, set tled down to amuse themselves with sing-songs and story tellings and reading* But. do what I could, to me the de lay was dreadful, and every day. in the fever of my anxiety to get away as soon as the lee permitted, 1 climb ed the slopes of old Erebus with O’Sullivan to look through powerful glasses for what the good chap called the “open weather.” Thank God, our wooden house was large enough to admit of my having a cabin to myself, for I should have been ashamed of my comrades hear ing the cries that sometimes burst from me in the night. It is hard for civilized men at home, accustomed to hold themselves under control, to realize how a man’s mind can run away from him when he is thousands of miles separated from his dear ones and has a kind of spiritual certainty that evil is befalling them. 1 don’t think 1 am a bigger fool than moat men in that way. but 1 shiver even yet at the memory of all the torment I went through during those days of waiting, for my wtfole life seemed to revolve before me, and 1 accused myself of a thousand of fense* which I had thought dead and buried and forgotten. Somo of the^o were trivial in them- sehes, such as hot and intemperate words spoken in childhood to my good old people at home, disobedience or ingratitude shown to chem, with all the usual actions of a naughty boy. who ought to have been spanked and never was. But the worst of them concerned my darling, and came with the thought of my responsibility for the situation in which 1 felt sure she found her self A thousand times I took myself to task for that, thinking what I ought and ought not to have done, and then giving myself every bad name and my conduct every damning epithet. I T p and down my cabin I would walk with hands buried in my pock et*. revolving these thoughts and working myself up. against my will, to a fever of regret and self-accusa tion. Talk about purgatory—the purga tory of our dear old Father Dan! i That was to come after death mine came before, and, by the holy saints, 1 had enough of it. Three months passed like this, and when the water of the sound was open and our ship did not appear, mine was not the oniy heart that was eat ing itself out. for the spirits of my shipmates had also begun to sink. In the early part of the Antarctic spring there had been a tearful hur- 1cane, lasting three days on the sea, with a shrieking, roaring chorus of fiends outside, and the conviction now- forced itself on my men that our ship mjust have gone down in the storm. ing-’s danger (for such I was sure it was) and how I was cut off from her by thousands of miles of impassable sea there came an overwhelming longing to go with my troubles to somebody stronger than myself. I found it hard to do that at first, for a feeling of shame came over me, and I thought: "You coward, you forgot ail about God when things were going well with you, but now that they are tumbling down, and death seems certain, you w hine and want to go where you nev er dreamed of going in your days of ea io and strength.” T got over that, though there’s noth ing except death a man doesn’t get over down there—and i dark night came when (the ice breaking from the cliffs of the Cape with a sound that made me think of my last even, ing at Castle Raa) I found myself folding my hands and praying to the God of my childhood, not for myuelf. but for my dear one. that He before Whom the strongest of humanity wer nothing at all, would take her into His fatherly keeping "Help her! Help her! I can do no more." A Glad Sight. It was lust when I was down to thut extremity that It pleased Provi dence to come to my relief. The very next morning I was awakened out of my broken sleep by the sound of a gun. followed by such a yell from as was enough to make you think the sea-serpent had got hold ol his old buttocks, • The chip! The ship! Commander! Commander! The ship! The ship!" And, looking out of my little win dow, I saw him. wt.h six or seven other members of our company, half naked, Inst as they had leaped out of their berths, running like savage men to the edge of the sea. where the Sco tia, with all flags flying (God bless and preserve herll, was. steaming slowly up through a grinding pack of broken Ice. What a day that was! What shout ing! What hand-shaking! For O’Sulli van It was Ponrybrook Fair with the tail of his coat left out, and for Tre acle it was Whitechapel road with "What cheer, old cock?” and an un quenchable desire to stand treat all around. But what I chiefly remembered Is that the moment I awoke and before the idea that we were saved and about to go heme had been fully grasped by my hazy brain, the thought fleshed to my mind: "Now you’ll hear of her. Woman Is Interested and should know about the wonderful Marvel Douche M. C. A sk rour dnigcl*t lot i It. If ho cannot sup ply the MARVEL. | accept no other, bat j send stamp lor book. t Mwicl C*., 44 E. 23d St., IT. Short Rations. Of course. I fought this notion hard, for my last hopes were based on not believing it. But when, after the lapse of weeks. I could hold out no longer, and we were confronted by the possibility of being held there an other year (for how were our friends to know before the ice formed again that It was necessary to send relief?) 1 faced the situation firmly—measur ing out our food and putting the men on shortened rations. 38 ounces each and a thimbleful of brandy. By the Lord God, it is a fearful thing to stand face to face with slow death. Some of my shipmates could scarcely bear it. The utter solitude, the sight of the same faces, and the sound of the same voices, with the prospect of nothing else, seemed to drive most of them nearly mad. There was no sing-songing among them now. and what speaking I over heard was generally about the great dinners they had eaten, or about theii dreamt, which were dually of green fields and flower beds, and primroses and daisies—daisies, by heaven, in a world that was like a waste! As for me, 1 did my best to play the game of never giving up. Ii was a middling hard game God knows, and after weeks of waiting a sens»e of* helplet’snesa settled down on me such as I had never known before lam not what is called a religious man. but when 1 thought of my darl- The Unforgettable. rpHE door of No. 10 was opened by a rather comely woman of A perhaps 30 years of age, with a weak face and watery eyes. This was Mrs. Oliver, and it oc curred to me even at that first sight that she had the frightened and eva sive look of u wife who lives under the lntiirfidation of a tyrannical hus band. She welcomed me. however, with a warmth that partly dispelled my de pression, and I followed her into the kitchen. It was the only room on the ground floor of the house (except a scullery), and it seemed sweet and clean and comfortable, having a table in the .... middle of the floor, a sofa under the I • You don’t want ver about 3f», with a square chin, a very thick neck, and a close- cropped, red, bullet bead, and he was in his stocking feet and shirt sleeves, as if he had been dressing to go out for the evening. I remember that it flashed upon me -I don’t know why—that he had seen me from the window of the room upstairs, driving up in the old man’s four-wheeler, and had drawn from that innocent circumstance cer tain unfavorable deductions about my character and my capacity to pay. I must have been right, for as soon as our introduction was over, and I had interrupted Mrs. Oliver’s praises of my baby’s beauty by speaking about material matters, saying the terms were to be four shillings, the man, who had seated himself on the sofa to put on his boots, said in a voice that was like a shot out of a blunderbus: "Five." “How’d you mean. Ted?" said Mrs. Oliver, timidly. "Didn’t we say four?” "Five," said the man again, with a still louder volume of voice. I could see that the poor woman was trembling, but assuming the sweet air of persons who li\> in con stant state of fear, she said, "Oh, yes. It was five; now I remember!” 1 reminded her that, her letter had •°aid four, but she insisted that I must be mistaken, and when I told her I had the letter with me. and she could see it if she wished, she said. "Then it must have been a slip of the pen in a manner of speaking, ma’am. We alius talked of five. Didn*t we, Ted?” "Certainly,” said her husband, who was still busy with nis hoofs*. I saw what was going on, and I felt hot and angry, but there seemed to be nothing to do except submit. "Very well, we’ll say five then,” 1 said. "Paid in advance,” said the man. and when I answered that that would suit me very well, he added: The Last Coin. "A month in advance, you know.” By this time I felt myself trembling with fear, for while 1 looked upon all the money I possessed as belonging to baby, to part with almost the whole with indignaton. as well as quivering of it in one moment would reduce mt to utter helplessness, so I said, turn ing 13 Mrs. Oliver, “Ts that usual?" It did not escape me that the un happy woman was constantly study ing her husband’s face, and when he glanced up at her with a meaning look she an>nvered. hurriedly, "Oil, yes. ma’am, quite usual. All the wom en in the Row has It. Number five, ha? twins and gets a month in hand with both of them. But we’ll take four weeks, and I can’t say no fairer than that, can I?” "But why?” I asked. “Well, you see, ma'am, you’re— j you’re a stranger to us, and if baby was left on our hands—not a* we think you’d leave her chargeable n*' the saying is. but if you were ever ill and got a bit back with your pay ments—we being only pore people—* While the poor woman was floun dering on in this way my blood was boiling, and I was beginning to’ ask her if she supposed for one moment that 1 meant to desert my child, when the man, who had finished the lacing of his boots, rose to his feet, and sv.kl window, a rocking chair on one side of the fireplace, a swinging baby’s cot on the other side, and nothing about it that was not homelike and reassuring, except two large photo graphs over the mantelpiece of men stripped to the waist and sparring. "We’ve been looking for you all day. ma’am, and had nearly given you up." she said. Then she took baby out of my arms. removed her bonnet and pelisse, lifted her barrow coat to ex amine her limbs, asked her age, kissed her on the arms, the neck, and the legs, and praised her with out measure. "And what's her name, ma’am?" "Mary Isabel, but I wish her to be called Isabel.” 'Isabel; a beautiful name, too! Fit for a angel, ma’am. And she is a lit tle angel, bless her! Such rosy cheeks! Such a ducky little mouth-—such blue eyes—blue as the bluebells in the cemet’ry. She's as pretty as a wax- work. she* really is, and any woman in the world might be proud to nurse her.” A young mother is such a weakling that praise of her child (however crude) acts like a charm on her. and in spite of myself I was beginning to feel more at ease, when Mrs. Oliver’}*j husband came downstairs. He was a short, thi*k-set man of | baby to be giv over to the Guardian? for the sake oi a week or two, do you?” That settled everything. I took out my purse ‘and with a trembling hand laid my last precious sovereign on the table. A moment or two after this Mr. Oliver, who had put on his coat and cloth cap. made for the door. "Evenin’, ma’am." he said, and with what grace I could muster I bade him good-bye. "You aren’t a-going to the ’Sun' to-night, are you. Ted?" asked Mrs. Oliver. “Club.” uaid the man. and the door clashed behind him. I breathed morp freely when he was gone, and his wife (from whose faee the look of fear vanished instantly) was like another woman. “Goodness gracious!” she cried, with a kind of haggard hilarity, “where's my head? Me never offer ing you a cup of tea. and you looking so white after your journey.” I took baby back into my arms while she put on th** kettle, . c, et a black teapot on the hob to warm, laid a napkin and a thick cup and saucer on the end of the table, and then oat on the fender to toast a little- bread. talking meantime (half apol ogetically and half proudly) about her hu«band. He was a bricklayer by trade, and sometimes worked at the cemetery which I could see at the other side of the road (behind the long railings and the (all trees), but was more gen erally engaged as a sort of fighting lieutenant to a labor leader whose business it was to get up strikes. Be fore they were married he had been the "Lightweight Chainjplon of White chapel,” and those were photos of his fights which I could see over the mantelpiece, but "he never did no knocking of people about now," being "quiet and matrimonual.” In spite of myself, my heart warmed to the woman. I wonder it did not occur to me there and then that, liv ing in constant dread of her tyran nical husband, she would always be guilty of the dissimulation I had seen an example of already, and that the effect of It would be reflected upon mv child. It did not. I only told rnvself that she was clearly fond of children and would be a kind nurse to my baby. It even pleased me, in my foolish, motherly selfishness, that she was a plain-featured person, whom baby could never come to love as she would, I was sure, love me. Time to Go. I felt better after I had taken tea, and as it was then 7 o’clock and the sun was setting horizontally through the cypresses of the cemetery, I knew r it was time to go. I could not do that, though, with out undressing baby and singing her to sieep. And even then l sat for a while with an aching heart, and Isa bel on my knee, thinking of how 1 should have to go to bed that night, for the first time, without her. Mrs. Oliver, in the meantime ex amining the surplus linen which I bad brought in my parcel, was burst ing into whispered cries of delight ever it. and. being told I had made the clothes myself, was saying, "What a wonderful seamstress you might be if you liked, ma’am!” At length the time came to leave baby, and no woman knows the pain of that experience who has not gone through it. (Continued in Hearst's Magazine for August.) A HARO TASK. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am twenty years old. while my girl is seventeen. Her father favors me, but her mother objects to me, for which she gives no rea son at all and is trying to per suade her daughter to give me up. I have an A No. 1 character, no bad habits except smoking, and earn a good salary with an ex cellent chance of advancement. Whenever I call on this girl her mother treats me like one of the family, but when I am gone she talks about me. How can I make myself liked by her, as I want to marry this girl in two or three years. We love each other. GEORGE. No mother likes to lose a good daughter, and often she objects with out any reason more definite than this. You must persevere; conduct your self in a manner with which she can find no fault, and respect all her wishes and foibles. You have won the daughter; now you must court the mother, and good luck to you! FOOLISH IF YOU DON’T. Dear Miss Fairfax: I have been keeping company with a youn* man four years my senior for the past fifteen months. He is fickle-minded, and when making an appointment with me always seems to find an excuse every once in a while for not coming, and then I am left in the lurch. Do you think it would be prop er for me to £o out with others? He says he cares for me very much. HEARTBROKEN. You are encouraging him in hi:* neglect by letting him continue it. Go with others, and may you me t and win the love of some man who will treat you better. 1892. Donald Fraser School for Boys. 1913 Decatur, Ga. Thoroughly prepares for college. 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