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My servant showed her in, and I
gave a start, for- the new patient was
Estelle Varnay, the charming young
actress, of whom all the country, the
theatregoiDg section of it, at least,
were talking. Hers was a sad face,
there had been deep trouble there, I
thought, as 1 asked hep to sit down.
Her voice was extremely musical.
“Dr. Raymond,”' she said, “1 have
been told that yon were a specialist on
nerves, and, therefore, I came to
you if you eouid do anything for me.
I feel the strain, and then-”
checked herself quickly.
“Your profession is a very
one, madam.”
“Yes; and yet to me the world
been kind, But 1 was told that,
haps you could authorize me to
this”—handing me a glip of paper,
taining on it the name of a
a stimulant—harmless, I believe,
more efficacious than other
I was tired out last night with the
piece, and I have so much to do —
in mb. Tell me, could you
i; ?” And (here was a quaint,
touch “jlumph! in her voice.
I’m not sure. It is
in tlie experimental stage as yet.
1? pigM paye the effect you wish.
t-'-a, though, to proceed very
v.rii a drug like that,”
‘ Oh, yea,” site said eagerly. “But,
course, I will be careful. I
that,**
"Then let me see," I said, and
walked across the romp to my
where { wrote out the required
THREW THE LONG COAT OVER THE PROSTRATE FORM.
scription, “I must ask you to
progress. Let me see you again.”
that was the beginning.
Subsequently l saw Miss Varnay
a good many occasions, and she
brighter; while now it was I who
fered as our friendship gTew, and I
hated the thought of the battle
had had to wage with the world,
her life was not all flowers and
to her beauty and hiatrionle talent.
Her season in town was only
—for once in a way I had read
theatrical announcements with
lous care—and then she was going
the Argentine for a tour through South
America, which commenced at
Ayres; and a month later I called upon
her at the hotel where she was stay¬
ing, and asked her to be my wife; but
the look which came into her face
me at once how vain were my hope3,
Yet the way in which she refused
was, perhaps, wrnrth it ail.
“If you can talk like that to me,” she
said, tenderly, as she laid a hand on
my arm, “you can be a friend, and I
want & friend. But for the rest there
is only one answer now. Can you be
friend?”
“Y'ou have hundreds?” I said doubt
ingly.
“No—scarcely one.”
I took my leave, and went hack home
sad at heart, feeling that work was the
only panacea, though may be at times
the doctrine of toil is rather overdone.
And as I thought and thought, the
night bell rang.
It was nothing extraordinary. Some¬
times the police require my help, but as
I opened the door it was not to see
silver buttons and a bull’s eye lantern
but a wizened looking man.
"You are a doctor?" ;
“Yea”
“Then let me come In.”
I did as the visitor desired, and led
the way to my consulting room, where
1 turned up the light, to see that the
man—a clean shaven, one-time smart
individual—did indeed require aid.
“Heart?” I muttered.
“Yes,” he said.
“Who are you?” going, and
“It doesn’t matter. I’m
somehow, the red lamp—its habit—I
came in”; and he sank into a chair
the air of a runner who is far spent.
Not mneb help was required. I was
sure of that, for there was a
something presaging the end.
”1 want to be blotted out of
world,” said the
forever—I know' it’s near”; and he
farther back in his chair. “1 am
beat. Good-bye.”
“Come, come.” I said. “That for
story”; and I forced him “Now-” to
some brandy and water.
“It is no use. doctor.”
“But I tell you it is.”
“No, no. I am one of the
Let me go."
“fie a man.”
“Let me die,” ho said. In a faint
voice, “Jt is the only thing I ask now'.
Here, doctor, you are the last—and you
seem a friend. Take it; it’s gold! take
it—no scruples”; and be thrust a small
bag into my band.
The bag fell with a clinking sound to
the floor, as I leaned over my visitor.
“Dead. Quite dead,” I muttered.
There could he no doubt of that.
Not a scrap of identification—not so
BHui as a letter, a card, an initial on
his linen. It was hopeless. Not a word
of his story, of how he came to be
fainting ai. my door, of what trouble it
was, the nature of the blow that had
caused him to quit the world without
a regret.
What could I do? Here was a man
who wished to hide everything, to be
a nameless victim; and he had selected
my surgery in which to die.
But there would be police inquiries,
every kind of publicity, necessary and
unnecessary—the unknown, the mys¬
tery of Dr. Raymond’s surgery, etc.—
l saw it alii Lurid contents bills, a
crowd in the street, and—ting, ting,
bell again—this time a District Mes¬
senger boy who handed me a note.
“Dear Dr. Raymond—Please come
me at once. I badly need your help.
Y'ou will think perhaps that I
not been fair to you; but I dared
explain. Yet now come—please.
have proved yourself a
sincerely,
“ESTELLE VARNAY 1 .”
“Very ■well,” 1 said to the
“There is no answer.”
In her private sitting-room at
hotel I found her; but she was
alone, I went forward eagerly.
“Is there something to be
away?” I said. “Can you-’’
She checked me with a glance.
“It is not that."
“No?”
“No, no. It is because--”
“You said farewell this
and told me not to hope,” I jerked out.
“1 know," and she held out her hand
toward the young man, who seemed
wish to blot himself out In a corner
the apartment. “Come," she
to the stranger, “this is our friend”;
and then to me, “Do you care for
still?”
I bowed my head.
“Then,” she cried earnestly,
only the better part of that feeling will
be left to a man like you—deep
ship—when X tell you that this man is
my affianced husband, and that, there¬
fore, there was only one answer I
could make to you.”
“Your affianced husband!” I cried.
“Y’es,” she said excitedly!” “You
should hear all. He came to England
on business, and suddenly he seemed to
be lost, for we heard nothing, and we
might never have heard but for the
detectives—”
“But for you, Estelle,” murmured
the stranger.
“He killed a man in a fight—not in
self-defense, but in defense of a woman
who was being ill-treated, and-”
“It was about like that,” said
stranger; “but, sir,” he went on,
ing to me, “I did not want my own
name, Dallas, in this. Well, well. 1
don’t suppose I should have struggled
to be free of it if it had not been
her.”
“His enemies were ruthless,” cried
the girl. “It was not his fault, and he
i 3 my love. I have lived and worked
to save him—he who would not help
himself by declaring who he was.”
“You are an actress, Miss Varnay.
Tell me—you are pot acting now—is
this all true?”
“This man is no friend, Estelle,”
came in a husky voice, and the speak¬
er, a youngish-looking, beardless, but
strong man, muffled in a long cloak,
took a step forward, and I noticed the
well-cut, refined features. “We
manage without his aid.”
“You will help us?” she pleaded.
“Y r es, if I can,” I replied.
“There," she cried, “I knew It!
rence, Dr. Raymond is our friend."
“I hope I am, Mr. Dallas,” I said,
I held out my hand, which the
now eagerly grasped..
“You can help. Believe me, I
endeavor to show my gratitude.”
A sudden idea had struck me.
“There might be a way," I said.
“Oh, tell it to me!” she pleaded.
‘ I will. But we must leave here
once, and go to my house."
The girl acquiesced at once, and
route passing through the shadowy |
streets I learned fully how the escape
had been accomplished, and how she
had contrived and plotted to get a
message through, to him, succeeding
where probably oilier a would have
failed, just because a lovely woman's
wit is transcendent when difficulties are
great.
A medical man is like a priest so
far as the inviolability of those things
which come to his ears are concerned,
but I should he sorry to be tbe repos¬
itory of many such secrets. But just
then calm thought was impossible, for
I could feel that the girl's arm touch¬
ing mine trembled, and I thought ‘‘what
might — 1 —V. i 1----- have 1-----J» been
"Here is the house, 1 ’ I said, at last,
rousing myself. “You feel that you are
in no immediate danger, sir?”
“On the contrary, I feel that I am
always in danger.”
“All! Keep back in the shadow—
good!”
Two policemen passed ns, talking,
and it was only when they had turned
the corner that the girl gave a sigh of
relief.
“Now quick! Come!” 1 said.
For I had made up my mind. My
Visitor of the night—the bearer of an
impossible burden, of a tremendous
sorrow, wished to be lost, to he un¬
known. YVas 1 doing him a wrong? i
thought not. It was not he, but his
form, his existence, or, rather, what
had been his existence, that I wished to
subserve in the interests of these two.
That there would be inquiries about a
piece of cold clay seemed a piatter of
extreme doubt. It was not probable
that anyone had seen that solitary way¬
farer of the night who lay there dead,
and now that all was well with him, hi!
would, I doubted not, have cheerfully
consented to aid the cause of these two
friends—my friends.
“This is what I propose,” I said,
averting my glances from the girl.
“Y'ou are in convict garb?”
“Yes, yea.”
“Then, quick, come with me!” And
leaving the girl who had sunk into a
chair, I Jed the ex-captive up to iny
dressing-room, through the hall, past,
the surgery door, which was ajar,
showing the light within. “Now you
must change,” 1 satd.
The transformation did not occupy
him long, and when we rejoined Miss
Varnay he was a different looking in¬
dividual, and might have walked the
streets with safety,
I felt eager for them to go.
“Good-by,” I said; and the girl seized
my hand.
“Will there bo no-"
“Pursuit?” I cried. “No. Mr. Dal¬
las will have no need to look around
now. I promise you that.”
“How can I thank you?” she said,
wistfully.
“By insuring the success of my plan.
Farewell! Go!"
It was an hour later that the scheme
was completed, and then the cast-off
garments of the ex-prisoner had an¬
other owner, and I wiped my stream-.
ing brow.
“There can he no mistake,” I said to
myself, and I took a turn up and down
tlie room before throwing tlie long
cloak Dallas had carried over the pros¬
trate form. “Now for it;” and giving
one more glance around I seized my
hat and went out into the street, where
I did not have to look long for wb.it 1
sought—a constable, leisurely making
his round. f
“Officer!” I said. 1 '
He turned sharply.
“Dr Raymond, sir!” he said. “What’s
wrong?”
“A man is lying dead in my nr
gery—heart failure—and he is wearing
convict clothing.”
“ ’Dead, sir! I will come at once.”
Half an hour later ail that was mor¬
tal of a supposed captive who had
fought his way to freedom was taken
away. If doubts arose I never heard of
them—in fact, the affair died away ex¬
cept in my mind.
She had told me that if matters had
been different I should not have asked
in vain; but, ah, she loved that man as
though he were a god. Heaven grant
that he loves her as well. Well, it is
not every mail who loses that has that
much to the credit side in the ledger of
the past.
The Happy Dutch Cow.
Pastoral scenes are proverbial fob
their quiet beauty and tlie spirit of
contentment which they breed,hut you
must go to Holland to find the highest
type of tills idea.
In Holland cows are as much a part
of the family as the Irishman’s pig,
for- one member of the family always
sleeps in the stable to watch,and often
the place Is made a sort of family
Sitting room. large
The cow stajble is generally a
building, paved with brick, upon
which the cow lies,straw being scarce.
There is a brick paved passage down
tlie centre, at one end of which is a
fireplace, and the windows are cov¬
ered with white curtains as dainty as
those used in tlie house proper.
Sometimes the entire family will
gather in the stable in tlie evenings,
enjoying the warmth of the fire and
exchanging tlie talk of the day,
while the cattle, always placed with
their heads facing the central passage,
chew their cuds and seem to thorough
THE DUTCH BELTED C 0 W>
ly enjoy the human companionship.
These cows are seldom brown, most
of them being either black or white
or of the two colors mixed, and be¬
cause of tbe fertility of their pastur¬
age and the eare taken in their keep
they are capable of giving large yields
of riefa milk. In no place in the world
are cows as a rule made as much of,
and from the annual yield of butter
it would seem that the care is not
taken in vain.
Norway’s Caution.
From the Detroit Free Press.
Having taken note of how things are
going in Russia, it is not surprising
that Norway should have displayed no
greater baste in securing a ruler,
KAISER AN ART CRITIC.
Small Talks on Continental and
Canadian Affairs,
It Is well known that the German
Fmporor has a tine taste In matters
of art. He has recently given a dem¬
onstration of his own imperial will and
severe judgment in such matters.
Sometime ago the German Protestant
community of Moseow solicited his aid
in building a church, to be named the
Temple of SS. Peter and Paul. IIis
majesty readily undertook to be re¬
sponsible for all tlie lamps and can¬
delabra to bo used, and asked for
their designs for these tilings, as well
as for a plan of the interior. On ex
animation, the Kaiser found the de¬
signs so far out of harmony wiili his
own taste and with the stvlo of the
building that he at once set to work
correcting and sketching, and when
the whole had boon made to his in i d,
he entrust’d them to the eulitect
charged with tlie restoration of the
Metz Cathedral, with instructions to
execute tlie work “according to my
ideas and intentions.”
On Ills recent visit to Paris, the
Shah of Persia was fanned night and
day by relays of perspiring attend¬
ants.
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Little Prince Edward of Wales is
already showing a delightful sturdi¬
ness of cliaracicr. He has a profound
dislike for arithmetic and shares in
the axiom: “Multiplication is vexa¬
tion.”
The matter of a minute may be
fraught With the greatest importune.
The old saying, “First come first
served,” holds good when sons of the
British aristocracy make their entry
into this world. In 1891 twin sons
were born to the Countess of Olari
carty, the elder of whom made his
infantile bow to tDo world as Lord
Kileqnnel a future double baron and
viscount, an earl, a marquis of Hol¬
land and lord of 25,0<X) acres, while
his younger brother lnid to content
himself with tlie modest appellation
of Master Power Francis Le 1’oer
Trench, and the prospect of a younger
sou's portion.
Mile, do Rosen, daughter; of the
Russian Ambassador, when Him makes
her debut in society will receive from
tlie Czarina the badge and the title of
“Titular Maid of Honor to her Maj¬
esty.”
The Canadian Government House at
Ottawa, known h.h Rideau Hall, is a
quaint, old-fashioned palace of gray
stone, replete with queer chimmcys,
and odd corners. It is on the east
bank of tlie wild Rideau River, and in
winter, when the trees are leafless, is
in full view from the other bank. The
Canadian Government House social
functions during the “season,” include
a couple of dances at Christmas time,
a stute ball after Easter, musicale in
tlie Lenten season skating and
tobogganing parties every Saturday in
winter, several garden parties in the
early summer and a never-ending
round of dinners. Many of tlie cus¬
toms and courtesies traditional of tlie
old monarchial days are faithfully
preserved.
Russia’s cross of St. Andrew has a
remarkable peculiarity attaching to it.
All who are decorated with it have the
right once to demand a pardon for a
Russian subject condemned to death.
Japan was the last nation to enter
the circle of tbe world’s powers but
her Emperor’s degree makes tlie ped¬
igrees of other sovereigns look shabby,
lie is the 112th in unbroken, direct
descent, the founder of the house be¬
ing contemporary with Nebuchadnez¬
zar, 000 B. C. I
Five thousand dollars is about the
average cost of a dinner in the Turk¬
ish Sultan’s palace. The meal coin-1
prises fifty or more dishes daily and
the Sultan generally partakes of from
five to six. Every dish, before it!
reaches the royal tajble, is tasted in
the kitchen by the royal Grand Vizier
to guard against poison. It is then
sealed and taken to the Sultan. The
vast cost of these repasts comes from
the fact that the guests and retainers
who dine at the Sultan’s expense
daily number several thousand.
van Calava. |
Swell London Attire.
The latest notes from London state
that fashionable young men during the
spring and summer seasons have been
ideally clad in green. The outfit was
as follows: Olive green Trilby bat,
Lincoln green flannel suit (like Robin
Hood’s archers) with sea green stripes,
emerald green tie, pea green striped
flannel shirt with collar to match, and
sage green socks relieved with pale
green to tbe spots. taste of The tbe boots were to A be left j I
wearer. green
whangee cane was considered the thing.
An American contemporary remarks
that in this country a shotgun would be
the most effective.
A Tempest in a Watermelon.
Great oaks from little acorns grow!
So also has a law suit, in which
$ 10,000 damages are claimed, arisen
out of a 35-cent watermelon. It ap¬
pears that a grocery man, of Washing¬
ton, D. C., had caused the arrest of
one of his neighbors, charging her
with the theft “of one watermelon, of
the value of 35 cents,” and that when
the police court judge heard the testi¬
mony be solemnly declared her not
guilty. The lady has felt very much
hurt over the charges of her grocer,
and so now has entered suit in the
Supreme Court of the District of Co¬
lumbia for $10,000 damages.
COFFEE
DOES
HURT
Make the trial yourself—leave off '
Coffee 10 days and use
POSTUM
FOOD COFFEE
in its place.
That’s the only way to find out.
Postum is a sure rebuilder and when you cut out the
coffee and use Postum instead, you get a taste of 7
health, for *thc aches and ails begin to leave.
You may fflUNK you know, but you don’t
until after the trial. Remember
“There’s a .Reason.
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