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^mm ? m rmi ' A^<’«(fc^p^gte ^li 6 s®B» I ;•?& ^iimfaiMwthil^^ ~^*^M?SLr ■ Florence Warden, Author of “The house on Ihe Marsh.” erc» [Co->sT^l>:, UK. by Robert Bonnw'a Soni.] CHAPTER I. g^ROSPERITY and the sea had 1 deserted Stroan together. As I / the waves receded, leaving al Z| bare stretch of sand, where ’ I once who., fleets had ridden at anchor, the once flour- Wishing town had dwindled and sunk, in spite of valiant struggles to revive apd retain her ancient su premacy. In the length and breadth of the laud no place could be found so sleepy, so much behind the times, so tortuous st street and so moss-grown of stone, as Stroan had become, when, by a happy chance, the game of golf came down from the North and established Itself as the fashion. Then somebody discovered that the bare and unproduc tive sands between Stroan and the sea made excellent “links;” visitors began to arrive and to put up at a brand-new hotel built expressly for their accommodation, and a little breath of active Mfe began to stir once more in the narrow, winding streets. Among the visitors one warm Sep-’ tember came down from London three friends, who tempered their devotion to golf by various other pursuits, each according to bis Inclination. Otto Conybeare, the eldest of the three, was a journalist, who had aspir ations to literature of a less ephemeral sort. He used his holiday by trying his hand at both prose and poetry, of which bis two companions offered tren chant if not discriminating criticism. He was a tall, thin, dark-skinned man. ^with clean-cut, aquiline features, and L • was looked upon by the two others as ( | their champion and social leader. Willie Jordan, the youngest of the party, was short and, alas! fat, with ■fcurly, light hair and a huge, tawny ^mustache, which he had cultivated as • Khe trademark of his calling, which | P /as that of an artist. Iter Clifford King, the remaining member ! Vof the trio, was a barrister, to whom F no one had as yet intrusted a brief.. r He was a dark-haired, blue-eyed, good humored young fellow, whom every body liked and in whom all his friends believed with an enthusiasm which was not without excuse, for Clifford had brains, and was only waiting for • the opportunity which comes to all who can wait jpjtbe right wax-—- “ They had been at Stroan five days, and the little god, Cupid, had already tspoiled the harmony Os the party. Willie was the victim, of course. It was always Willie who could not • ;- lw!st a pair of handsome eyes, black, bine or gray; so that when he became i< attached to the society of old Colonel r Bostal. and would Insist upon accom ^panylng that uninteresting old gentle .<saan from the Links to his home three MEET * whiles away, Clifford and Otto ex >-changed winks, and havir- found out ■ that the colonel had a daughter, at »-once believed that they had probed J successfully into the mystery of WU * He’s civility. So, justly incensed at Willie’s du ’ piicity, for that young man had spoken slightingly of Miss Bostal’s attrac tions, Otto and Clifford determined 'Upon tracking the traitor to his lair. » Thia they did on a sunny afternoon, when the straight road over the re claimed marsh between Stroan and Shingle End was thick in white dust. They knew the colonel’s hous_ from the outside, having passed it on many i a walk from Stroan to Courtstairs, ■ the next town. It was about half a mile beyond the Blue Lion, a pictur -esmte roadside inn, which “as the j half-way house between Courtstaira and Stroan. Very poor the colonel i ( was, as he took care to inform every-; body, and very poverty-stricken his ; dwelling looked in the observant eyes of the two young men, as they rang the bell and waited a long time before any one answered it. Shingle End was a pretty, tumble- ‘ down house, which stood at the angle formed by two roads. It had once ! been wh^te, but neglect and hard ■ weather had made it a mottled gray: : while cracked and dusty windows,; rickety shutters and untrimmed trees and bushes combined to give the place • - « dreary and unprosperous appear- anee. Behind the house was a garden, with * poultry-run and a paddock; and Otto had seen, as they passed, the ; f A»lonel reading his paper under an E apple tree, while the flutter of a petti s boat in the background among ths I ’’We’ve unearthed the rascal," smiled i ^^Zr I iseßrts 88n>c for ther** stocwl before j asked them stiffly what they Otto, who was acute enough to per- they believed the letter was very im portant, as it was marked on the en velope “Please deliver immediately.’' And the plotter drew from his pock et; with ostentatious care, a missive which he and Clifford had prepared together, and Which, with great Inge nuity, had been made to look as if it had passed through the post. But Miss Bostal glanced at the let ter and shook her bead. ' “There is no one “rith my father,” she said, “and I don’t know any one of that name. But if you will come Into the drawing-room I will ask him.” “Oh, no, not for the world. We could not think of intruding. We must have made a mistake,” stam mered Otto, while Clifford hurriedly passed out by the Utt’e wooden gats into the road. In the meantime, however, Colonel Bostal, having heard the voices, had ' come through the narrow passage from tile garden to learn the meaning of this unusual sound. The matter was explained to him by his daughter, amidst further apologies from Otto. The colonel, a Withered-looking, gray faced man of about slxty-flve, in a threadbare and patched coat. and. a battered Panama hat, remembered the name at once. “Jordan? Jordan? Yes, of course, I know him,” said he at once. “A little fellow, with a long mustache. Yes, he often walks home with me as far as the bridge, but there he always turns back and excuses himself from coming any farther.” Otto looked perplexed by this Infor equation, but over Miss Bostal’s thin, '•pinched face there eame a little, pale , smile. “Try the Blue Lion,” she said, rather primly. i Otto grew stiff. I “My friend is no frequenter of tav i erns,” said he. ‘Try the Blue Lion,” said Miss Bos tal again. Her father burst into a little, dry laugh. “The Blue Lion ha? a good many frequenters who are not frequenters , of other taverns,” said he. “Nell Cla- , cis, the niece of the man who keeps it, la a protege of my daughter’s, and the prettiest #Jrl in the place.” I _A.2rght brake-overHttr - Miss Bostal looked grave. “I Shall have to speak to her very - seriously,” said she, with a little , frown. “She encourages half the , young men of Stroan to waste their , time out here.” But the colonel smiled and shook hie aead doubtfully. ' . . “It’s no use speaking to a pretty girl,” said he, with decision. “You : will only be told to mind your own business. And there’s no harm in - Nell.” “I know that,” retorted his daughter. ] not spitefully, but with a spinster’s ; stern solicitude. “I shouldn’t be so much interested in her If I didn’t know that she’s a good little thing. , But she’s giddy and thoughtless. 1 shall really have to advise her unde, । to send her back to school again.” ; “She % won’t go,” said the colonel, i “And if she would, md Claris wouldn’t : i part with her. We must rely on the effect of your sermons, Theodora.” Father and daughter had carried or this dialogue without including the > visitor in the conversation, so that । i Otto, who prided himself upon being ; i an acute observer, had an opportunity ! of peeping Into the rooms on each side i of the passage, as the doors Wei's : open, without moving from where he 1 | stood. He was much struck by what he ; saw; by the carpets worn so thread bare that there was no trace of the . pattern to be seen on them; by" rhe : carefully - darned table-covers, ths worn-out furniture. AU was neatly j kept and spotlessly clean; all shewed | ’ a pinched poverty which there Was no ! ’ attempt to hide, • I He withdrew with more apolog*er i as soon as the short discussion be tween father and daughter was ended, ; and rejoined his friend outside. uept you so long talking to the severe iooking lady?” . «I Wasn’t talking. I was listening.” ! answered Otto, “and working out in | my mind a romance, a pitiful romance, | ^o’^^mean *o°wy that | lordan’s fallen In love with that ma ; , - I h&Ve a3 »Oen tOHt the ieSLD heroine one troubles oneself about, of , course. But while, they were talking . about a certain 'Nell, who is evidently the object of Jordan’s priceless but > transient affections jest now. I looked I into their rooms, their poor little din • | room, and I saw^such a history c” r pinched lives and sordid struggles as “Os course you would not. it is not obvious or commonplace or' highly colored enough for you.” ^retorted Otto. "But to my mind there is some thing infinitely pathetic tn Pbe tat tered old coat of thia digniled nnd distinguished-looking old man and in the darns which the daughter must have lost toe brightness of ‘liar eyes over.” “Decidedly, my dear hoy. yMftnnst do it in poetry, not prose.” said Clif ford. mockingly. • Otto would have retorted, but that they had now reached the little bridge over the Hirer Fleet, and were within a few yards of the halt way house. “Thia is the place where Jordan spends his afternoons,” said Otto, lead ing the way to the little Inn. "Let's have him out” Th. Blue Lion was. a very' unpre tending establishment. old. but with out shy pretensions to historical or archaeloglcal Interest, small, Inconve nient and weather-beaten. Standing as it did midway between sleepy Stroan and democratic Courtstnlrs, ft was the house or call for all the car riers, farmers and cattle-d -vets all the year round, while in the mouths of July and August its little bar was thronged with the denizens of the Mile-end Road, wlic t»ke theh pleas ure in brakes, with concertinas and howls and discordant songs. A few >-te visitors of this sort were in the little bar when Clifford and Otto entered. But there was no sign of Jordan. Both the young men looked with curiosity at the v^omtn who was serving behind the a portly your a woman with a iteaily tongue, .who in her sttirdy bulkl and large -oarse hands, as well as in the we.Atuer-beaten look of her complexion betrayed that Bh? was accustomed to fill up her time, wh?a work was slack Inside the house, with out-door labor of the roughest kind. । When the two friends came or,t they looked at each other In disgust. “She isn’t even young!” cried Ott*. | “Nearer thiriynve than tweuty-flve I’ll swear r’ “And her voice! And her detectable Kentish acreat!” added ■ afford. "And those high cheekbones, and that short nose! It’s a type I loathe—the type of the common shrew.” “i shouldn’t have thought it of Jor dan!” murmured Otto, In pity tem- V^red with indignation. “But where in the ruf a blmielf?” asked Clifford, stopping short. “Do you think we are on a wrong w ,- 2t, after all?” "If it were anybody but Jordas, I should say yes,” said Otto, deliberate ly. “Bub his susceptibility is so^otos eal that I sec no reason to doubf^yeu th's.” , • < ^Nevertheless he fo^WuW, e’ilordk the little bridge. humane King, “a little cottage b| the roadside. Let us see if we can dis cern a petticoat in the neighborhood of that. We may be doing the spoor ehap an injustice, after ad ” T I But before they reached the cottage the attention of the two- youn’ men was arrested by ‘he sound of a girl’s yoice on the '.eft, just before Ihey reached toe bridge. It was a voUt ao bright, so sweet, wiru -meh a sugges tion of bubbling laughter in its tones, that they both stopped short and looked at each other with faces full of remorse. “That’s Neil,” sal . Wo. "We have done him a cruel wrong,” murmured Clifford. And with one accord they bent their steps in the direction of the vole-', and after getting over a wooden pali g by the roadside, scattering a colony of । fowls on the other side, and making their way over the rough grass beside the river where the boats were a.iva up which carried excursion!' to Fleet Castle, they came upon x wood en shed, and a strong smell of pitch, and two human figures. The one Ivas Jordan, coatless, with his straw hat tilted to the back of his head, n (tar brush in one hand and a tin can in she other, engaged in the humble but use ful task of covering the cow-shed vsth a new coat of pitch. But his two friends secret .y atlaatjed at gun It was the other figure t|i^ absorbed all their powers of viribiiL-* j slendei girl in api * ock, । * t 'imw u&i. i. ms 8 Miv' xamp । I mouth and blue eyer that Sa^e of BmWw" Convales cent, Writes Interestingly. —— TALKS OF YOUTHFUL JOYS Gentle Spring Continues to Flirt and *ool With Old Man Winter. Mating In the Olden Tima and the Present Gay Compared. It la now many weeks since the good St. Valentine told the birds ,to mate and the girls and boys to go woo ing. Bt. Patrick has been out and •hocr. his shelalab at the snakes, but still tontle spring keeps on flirting snd foiling with old man winter and uak«Mi him believe she Is in love with him. isent May and Decem- be; 'aever ca;?, nor March and Novem her. It is against the order of nature. Wf- cla people can look and linger and ad:> ire. but that is all. We have sailed down the river an! encountered Its peri’s, its reefs and rocks and shoals anu quicksands, but strange lo say, v.e give no warning. Maybe It is vocalise we know that warning will to no good; maybe, because misery la res company; maybe, because it is c.Yer of nature, the flat of the Al mlg'jty. Verily the young people would mate and marry and launch their boat and sail down that river if they knew there was a Scylla and Charybdii at every bent and levia thans snd 'aelstroms and cataracts all the Wxy down. Poor, trusting, suf fering womat What perils, what tri als, what afflictions does the maternal instinct bring upon you. Close up by i us, while i write, is a beautiful young | mother lingering in the grasp of death —-dying that her first born child may live. There is nothing more tduching, more pitiful, more heroic In nature. There is nothing that a man is called upon to endure that compares with the death of a mother in childbirth. BuMherc is a brighter side—a more charming, comforting picture of life — married life, C' tnestfe life —when the good mother ’s a matron, and looks with pride upon her children and grandchildren as they come and go lovingly before her. What calm sere nity hovers over her matronly face. Whst sweet content, what grateful rest —n st from her labors, her pains, her care and anxiety. Well may she ex claim with Paul: “I have fought a good fUht; I ha-ve kept the faith; I have fin ished my coure. Henceforth there Ml tin a iXcjFtlff .aww re,»-.wsgycrvgmr. To every lad' and lassie .there is a pe riod. ?< life not always thrill tag or trag ical, but highly emotional and sense ticnal Os course, f mean the period of icve—young love—er love’s young dreitu, which sometimes runs smooth and sometimes don’t. What a luxury It would be to look, behind the curtain and spe just what love nas felt and suffered and enjoyed. Such a kaleido scope would! have a world of eager lookers, for the old' are as fascinated with stories of love and: courtship as the m.^-leaged and young. In lock ing over the daily or weekly paper, we may skin the; displayed headings of was in s .-rvia or riots tn London o« cyclone “a Oregon, but any Tittle par agraph -nat hap love in ft arrests the ey-* and demands attention. Children ;o- to "choci to study trooks, but the time they are in their teens they begin te mix a little timid, cautious love with, their other studies. A sweeh‘/art Is a blessed’ thing for a boy. It strengthens him up and washes his tMO- and greases his hjtir and brushes ale teeth and stimnTates his awMtioa to- exeet and be somebody. Jerusa lem!' How I did luxuriate and palpi taite- and concentrate toward the first little school giri I ever loved. She I was as pretty as a pink and as sweet j as a daisy, and one day at recees, when nobody was looking 1 eangbt her lon the stairs and kisse. her. She | was dreadfully frigmened, but not 1 wad. Oh, no; net mad. She ran away I wtth her blushes on her cheek, and | more than once that evening I saw hei glance at me from behind her book I and wondering if I would ever be so | cash again. 4 And now, Mr. Editor, if a thousand of your patrons peruse these random | memories, nine hundred of them car finish up the chapter from their own I unwritten bbok. Who has not loved 1 who has not stolen a kiss, who hat u not caught Its palpitating thrill and felt like Jacob when he lifted up hit : I voice and wept? Oh, Rachel, beautiful 11 and well favored, no wonder that Ja • | cob watered thy sheep and then kissed . | thee, for there was no one to molest ’ or make thee afraid. That memorable • kiss is now four thousand years old 4 and has passed into history as classic ,j 80 , d ! ar reßt ’ er ' jUßt ^ w S ^nv I our school days happy. Hut love be more intense, more frantic—the younj man means businee; ted so, does the maiden. Like the turtle-doves in the spring of the year, they are looking around for a mate. This Is nature and it is right. God said, "It is no good for man to be alone; I will mak< a helpmeet for hire. And so he mad< I Eve to help meet the expenses, ant that is what a wife ought to do now; but a good many of them don’t. Thej help make them, but they don’t hel] meet them, and that is why the youni men have almost quit marrytag. The rich girls won’t have them, and the poor girls are trying to keep up 'wlih the rich, and so me turtle-doves mate more slowly nowadays, eolks need to love and court and marry with more alacrity than they do now. It is not vanity to say that I could have mar ried half a dozen nice girls, and my wife could have had choice of a dozen clever, prosperous youths as likely as myself. Cupid just roosted around those woods and shot his arrows rignt and left. Sometimes he shoots a young man and then waits days and weeks before he shoots the girl he is after. This keeps the poor fellow on the war path, and frantic and rampant, and Cupid laughs. But he was clever to me, for as near as I can judge, he let fly both arrows at once and plugged my girl and me simultaneously, and with a center shot. My wife denies this, but I have told it so often I be lieve it. There was no skirmishing ;>n my part. I never did snoot with a scattering gun. Marrying was che;y> in those days. My recollection is that it cost me only about 145 —twenty-five for clothes, ten for a ring anu ten more to the preacher. It (Jidn't cost any body else anything to speak of, for there were no wedding presents. That tomfoolery wasn’t invented. We didn’t go to Niagara or anywhere right away, but we went to wotk. A month or »o after we did take a little trip to Tal lulah Falls and look at the water tum ble over the rocks, but that didn't cost but a few dollars and made no sensa tion outside the family. My thought ful wife had enough nice clothes to last two years when I married her, and they were long afterwards cut up and. down for the children, and there are some precious fragments hid away in the old trunk now. The old trunk, and of common size, was sufficient then for a traveling wardrobe tor a lady of the land. My father and mother and two children made a journey by sea to Boston with one trunk and a valise and came back to Georgia by land, in a carriage; but not long since I saw a delicate female traveling with two trunks four times as. large and ribbed with Iron and fastened with three mas sive loess, and stIU she was not happy. Oh, my country! That gfe was too mneh fn lov«> rri’b her ctojtes to love a man,'’Ad nobody but a for tune hunt er would dare to marry her. Young man, beware of trunks! —BILL ARP, in Atlanta Constitution. POPE LEO NEAR DEATH. Aged and Enfeebled Pontiff Receives the Last Sacrament While Anx ious Watchers Await. Advices received from Rome Mon day morning reported Pope Leo in a dying condition. Though hovering on the brink of death, the life of the pontiff was being prolonged by means of strong stimu tents and concentrated nourishment, and while he still lives, his wonderful vitality may again resist and conquer the attack of this illness. Late Sunday evening, after the excitement of the seremony of the last sacrament was oyer, Ute pope seemed- less restless, partly soothed by tne religious service and partly by a dose of chloral, which ! was given to him in considerable quan ’ tity. ' The ante-chamber of the palace was ' all through the night thronged with ’ the princes of the’ church, high noble ! men and members of tue diplomatic ! corps. Telegrams of inquiry were con -1 stantly" received from several of the f monarchs cf Europe. ■ All kinds of Speculation is already in ! circulation as to the probable succes -1 sor.to the throne of Ht. Peter. Opin ’ ions are much divided owing to the 1 many interests which will be affected : according to the choice made by the > sacred college. i- . I PITIFUL LOVE STORY THIS. i । Because She Could Not Wed |Her । Brother Young Woman Suicided. Heartbroken because she could not : marry her brother, Miss Henrietta Dis -1 tier, aged 18 years, committed suicide । at Cincinnati Wednesday by taking ; poison. The girl and her brother George, j aged 20 years, came to this country I when they were infants. They lost ( their parents and were eared for in the [ I children’s home in Cincinnati. Subse -11 quently the girt was adopted by Her j I man Nlederhelm and the boy by an- I other family. They never knew of their relationship until a year ago, and s after It was discovered an intense af । faction sprang up between the two. ‘ The two young people continued to . I when tfec young m&n discontinued his C I ¥lßllß. UffiUer ... . , , ... - Tinr mtw rAim mo n TWENTV-ram DEAO As Result of Bad Wreck on the Southern Railway, c TRAINS CRASH TOGETHER Impact Was Frightful and Moat of the Victims Were Bydly Mangled. Engineer of Freight Failed to Obey Ordera, Southern railway passenger train No. 35, southbound, ran into an open switch at Rockfish depot, 20 miles south of Charlottesville, Va, at 3 o’clock Tuesday afternoon, smashing into a local freight on a siding. The passenger engine and express* coer he? were demolished and the baggage coach telescoped through the aecoud class passenger car in the rear, hi the latter was a party of- immigrants, all of whom were killed on injured. The dead number twenty-four and the injured number thirteen. TTafflc was suspended for eight hours. The dead that have been identified are: Engineer James McCormick, o£ Charlottesville; Engineer Charles Da vis, of Alexandria, Va.; Thomas Shep pard, of Charlottesville; brakeman on freight; Charles T, Gay, of Charlottes ville, fireman on freight;: J; E. Lowe, colored, of Baltimore; Charles T, Leitch, colored, dining car waiter; C. O. Owen, Philadelphia, b'cller inspec tor; Adam Vicosavlievich; Austrian boy; Barilani Gugelmo, Austrian wo man; two unknown Austrian women, unknown mulatto woman, The work of rescuing the injured be gan immediately after the crash. Dr. William A. Lambeth, of the University of Virginia, was on the train, and at once organized measures of relief The trainmen, under the doctor’s di rection, cut through the panels of the baggage car and express car and rook out twenty of the dead. Probably a score of injured were removed. A special train which went from Charlottesville to the scene of the wreck returned to the city about. 8 o’clock, bringing some of the dead and most of the wounded. Thirteen of the injured were taken to the university hospital where their wounds were dressed. Most of ao immigrants were Austrians and were bound for points as far distant as California. The freight train was in, charge of Conductor Brubeck, and Engineer Hale and at the time of the accident was on the return to Charlottesville. Rock;/ fish staAtm is midway between these' points and the track there is a single one. Engineer Hale had orders to get out of the way of the fast passen ger train, but for some reason which has not yet been explained he over stayed his time and failed to take a siding so that the passenger train could pass. ACT OF SOLDIERS CONDEMNED. Killing and Wounding of Rioters a Shock to People of Evansville. The tragedies of Monday night, whereby half a dozen people were kill ed and probably hall a tfozen more fa tally wounded and some twenty-five, more or less, badly wounded, was a genuine shock to the people of Evans ville, Ind., when they awoke Tuesday morning and learned the facts in the case. Most of the killed and wounded wewe members of families, and ter rible events of tne night have left hundreds in pretty much of a dazed condition. There is much criticism of the militia, but the soldiers proba bly acted within their rights as laid down by law and it seems that the suf ferers.or their friends and relatives Will have no redress. The soldiers come from all walks of life in the city, and many of them are close personal friends of some of tne greatest suffer ers as a result of the promiscuous firing that took place at the time of the clash. Evansville is obeying the orders of the mayor and the people are keeping off the streets. Nine men are dead, one is dying, three others are fatally hurt and twenty-one more or less in jured. PAPAL CANDIDATES IMPATIENT.. Hint is Made that They Would Not Regret Pope Leo's Demise. In Vatican circles at Rome. Italy there seems to be dissatisfaction be cause of the rumors in circulation to. ’ the effect that those in authority, in stead of preventing the pope fro« overtaxing his failing strength, have for their own purposed urged him, con- » trary to his physicians’ advice, to fur ther exertioq. It has been hlated that those who might he eligible candidates for the chair of St. Peter would not have many regrets should the way be left open without more delay. ■ RESULT OF "PUPPY” LOVE. Boy of Twelve Attemps Suicide After Quarrel With Sweetheart. A specie’ *om Gadsden Alu give® an account of a recora-nreaiung a a> suicide
