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Murk Dillon’s Bold Dome.
“I’m getting into terribly bad
habits, Dora. Breakfast at half
past nine ! Just fancy my indulg
ing in such hours three years ago.
kirling, before the world made
mind that 1 painted respect
pictures, and chose to pay
§n.nd young Melville Austin
At from the daintily spread
S&Bkta-t table at which he and
mVife were sitting'.
■'l hope that you're going tore
at home tliis morning/'
’^.dß-aid. in a soft, coaxing tone.
became lici j>etit< figure
haired, girlish beauty.
HHBBknow, Austin, that yon
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autiful T Y,J
‘After a certain l> pw ”
,band answered
on while his han<ls(ny M .||
Bl in lower “ , .
but, one wmndu
Dora, v, hose be;"!/ fl||||J|
■uglily satisfy "" ■” , 1 '"
§■l gome time niter leal
that <3 Sen
KjVu stiii remained bts.ied iim
IF judging from the happy/
Bp (hat played about
■ill, and danced in the blucY;
BVofher tender eyes, must
ijßhen thoroughly agreeable
wmu.
BkGgvcr.woman so blessed
Omurmered presently, as if
nig the question of her own
■R “Three years to morrow
we were married, and still
usame devoted love from dear
ITville. How foolish I was ever
thru in that his worldly sue
[ses would cool the ardor of
it love 1 Nothing ran ever
mge him—nothing/’
V“Tlm young woman ha> called
Bu'am, and is now waiting out
Kile. Shall I show her into Mr.
Rustin’s studio t”
* Dora's meditations had been
abruptly broken by the voice of
the stately butler who stood at
her elbow.
“Oh! you mean Mr. Austin's
model ?” she said a lit tle confused
ly. “Yes James, I believe your
master wishes her to wait in the
studio till his return. Uv the
way, James, you may manage to
let her pass through this room. 1
wish to see her,”
The man bowed, and depurted
to execute Mrs. Austin's order,
returning presently, followed by
a poorly-clad woman, of whose
face Dora merely caught a mo
mentary glimpse as she hurried
towards the adjoining studio.
“How beautiful," the young
wife murmured; “and what •
face for Cleopatra. She seemed
anxious to escape my not ice,[poor
woman ! I wonder if she isasnam
ed other vocation ? You told her
James, did you not"—-addressing
the butler, who returned at this
moment—“that Mr. Austin would
return very shortly
“Yes, ma'am."
James was not absent from the
breakfast room live minutes be
fore he again made hi" appear
ance there. A rather shabby
Unan desired to see Mrs. Austin,
■hould he admit him f
|Htut the cerimoniouo tmltler
finished speaking
a gruff voice sounded from
■entrance of the room.
jgß rough looking. hea\ > hoard
■ limn was standing <>u the
BPeshold, directly opposite to
ra, who was seated near one of
Uif windows.
“You may go, my good fellow.'
the man said. “I've particular
business with Mrs. Austin."
“Yes-James-you-may-go."
The words wore gasped forth
somehow from Dora's white lips.
If the servant observed the agita
tion which had suddenly over
ipowered his mistress, he was too
■veil trained to manifest the least
surprise, and quietly withdrew
■rom the room, closing the door
■ter him.
■ “Oh! heaven lie it vou. Mark
Pillonn thought you dead—l—”
had risen while speaking
the above words, but the hoarse
whisper in which she uttered
l them died tusilenee before she
had finished/Sud Dora Austin fell
heavily forward in a dead swoon
at the stranger’s feet.
The sonnd of her fall was
quickly followed by that of an
opening door at the further end
lof the room,as Mr. Austin’s model
wearing a startled look on her
beautiful face, hurried in from
the adjoining studio. But the
stranger’s hack was turned to her
as he bent over the prostrate
figure of Dora.
Nor was he aware of the wo
man’s presence in the apartment
until she touched him lightly on
the shoulder, and in a rather tim
id voice said, “Is the lady ill, sir?
I was in the next room, and heard
•Heavens, Mark! you hear!”
“Ellen !” The man had sudden*
jly turned his face towards the
speaker, while still stooping over
Mrs Austin’s senseless body.
] “Oh, I recollect,” lie continued,
| sternly ; “you told me that you
j went out as a model, and this
■fcetl 1 '* husband is an artist.
perhaps, for your
[lig here, and you may thank
stars for having so good an
If I thought you had
m<l me ’’
angry flash of his dark eyes
kl the sentence more pow
v than Words could have
.-•■romhling in every limb, the
He woman answered, pleadingly:
R never imagined that you knew
this lady. I "
“Leave the house instantly,
Ellen ! Don’t hesitate a moment
[but go at once.”
l The woman shuddered uni
111 rued towards the door leading
■fertile studio.
qpiiiiiy explain this matter to
j fJT some other time,” the man
j Aitinued; “but. remember, I
kn 111 you against remaining in
■ hishousea moment longer than
von can help.”
When the studio-door had
| closed behind the woman's re
treating steps, Mark Dillon once
more bent over the white face of
Dora Austin. A faint shiver con
vulsed her frame at this moment,
and while his gaze was eagerly
fastened upon her countenance,
the silken lashes slowly lifted
themselves from her eyes.
“Then it was no dream," she
murmured, hoarsely, rising from
her fallen posture, assisted by the
man she addressed. “You have
come,” she presently continued,
“to reveal all to-to Melville Aus
tin/'
She sank back into an arm
chair now, with a weary, gasping
sigh.
“1 haven’t come to do anything
of the sort . Dora Dillon,” the man
said, with a kind of sullen em
phasis in his gruff tones. “I don’t
wish to claim you as my wife.
You believed me dead, fhreo
years ago, and married Melville
Austin; there's nothing particu
larly culpable about your con
duct us lar as I can discover.
1 shall be the last one, depend
upon it. my dear Mrs. Austin, to
reveal anything disagreeable
concerning your antecedents.”
“And wAy will you reveal noth
ing? Let there be no disguise
between ns, Mark Dillon. 1 know
your brutal nature thoroughly.
You came here this morning to
fit'll your silence, is it not so ?”
“You are perfectly right, Mrs.
Austin—or Mrs. Dillon. Which
is it to be, by the way ?”
His tones were defiantly super
cilious ; his keen cruel eyes were
fixed upon the agonized woman
with something of a serpent's
pitiless gaze when the prey is
within easy distance, and posses
ion has become a certainty.
But Mark Dillon started back
with amazement, as Dora answer
ed him, calmly, scornfully and
decidily, in the following words:
“ I shall not deceive the man to
whom 1 owe all the happiness I
have ever enjoyed in this world
--the mail whom 1 love, honor
ami reverence, as only a nature
like Melville Austin's is worthy
of being regarded. When l mar
ried him, Mark Dillon, 1 acted
upon my firm conviction of your
death. Now, I know myself to
have been in error, and a single
course remains to me. The in
stant that Melville Austin returns
home, 1 shall inform him of the
truth."
-• Are you mad, Dora Dillon t"
he exclaimed, every trace of his
supercilious manner gone, and
nothing hut a sort of furious sur
prise remaining.
“ Are you mad, thus to throw
away the position you have won?
—to make of your- elf a beggarly
outcast ?—to—— *’
“ Enough of this. Mark Dillon.”
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she interrupted, haughtly. “Your
game was a bold one, but it has
proved a failure. Ah, mv hus
bandl"
Melville Austin had suddenly
entered the apartment. Glancing
at the ashen-pale countenance of
Dora, a look of amazement over
spend his own Then turning to
wards the stranger, who stood be
side the chair in which she was
seated, Mr. Austin said, “It strikes
me that I heard your voice, rais
ed in rather disrespectfully lound
tone, as I stood in the hall a mo
ment ago. Were you addressing
this lady, sir ? Dora, who is this
person ?”
A slight tremor shook Dora
Austin’s frame, and her ghastly
lips quivered for an instant. But
only for an instant. She had ris
en now, and was addressing Mel
ville, who listened silently until
she had ceased speaking, stupefi
ed, doubtless, by the dreadful im
port of what she uttered.
“That man, Melville, is my
husband. Five years ago, before
you and I had ever met, poverty
had reduced iky mother and my
self to the last stages of want. On
my mother’s death, and while I
was still almost a child in years,
Mark Dillon asked me to become
his wife. We were married, and
soon discovered that my wretched
friendless position had been ex
changed for and of still greater
misery, I had become united to a
man from whose vile, wicked life
my whole nature turned in loath
ing. One evening, in a fit of
drunken fury, he struck me. The
night I fled from his house. Du
ring the year that followed, I
succeeded in supporting myself
comfortably on the proceeds of
needle work. Two months before
chance had made me acquainted
with you, Melville, 1 learned ac
cidentally of my husband’s
death in France. You know what
followed. To-day I learn, for the
first time since our marriage, that
Mark Dillon lives?”
“ Oh, God, can this be true ?”
The words seemed wrung from
tho very depth of Melville Aus
tin’s agonized soul. Staring first
at his wife,and then at the moody,
crestfallen man beside her, his
face expressed the keenest inten
sity of mental suffering. And
now, the icyjcalmness with which
Dora had spoken had melted to a
passion of sobs.
Stealing towards her husband’s
side she murmured, brokenly:
“Before we part, Melville, say'
I hat you forgive me for being the
cause of so much future wretch
ednesa—for having brought to
your noble heart a-sorrow it has
so little deserved.
“ Fart, Dora ? We must not-we
shall not part!’’
He had drawn her tw his breast
with a wild, impulsive movement.
At the same instant, the door of
the studio was suddenly unclosed
and a woman’s voice cried out in
clear, ringing tones: “Mark Dil
lon lies, Mrs. Austin, when lie
dares call you his wife! I-wrong
ed, deserted, outraged as I have
been, am none the less his law
fully-wedded wife, married to him
seven years ago in Manchester.
Let him deny it if he dares. Y’oll
need not scow l and glare at me,”
the woman went on hotly : “what
1 speak is the truth, and 1 do not
fear to utter if."
A low cry of rage escaped Dil
lon’s lips, as he sprang towards
the woman who had spoken. But
with a blow of iron Melville Aus
tin's band hurled him backward.
For a moment the villain stared
at his wife’s protector with a ti
gerish fierceness in his dark dan
gerous eyes, and then. like the
coward he really was, slunk from
the apartment.
And from the house, too, never
entering it again. An hour af
terwards his wife, Ellen Dillon,
followed him, against the earnest
entreaty of Melville and Dora.
“He will beat me when 1 re
turn to him, perhaps," she said,
with a mournful smile on her ex
quisite face, “but I must go. nev
ertheless. It seems like a curse,
j sometimes, that in spite of his
brutality and wickedness, l can
not hate Mark. Hut whenever I
think of our child at home, I be
lieve this weaidiess is all for the
best. I can guwrd him against
imitating his father; and who
know's what a son’s influence
may do in future years ?”
Her sad words left Dora aad
Melville grave and thoughtful for
a long time after her departure.
“ That woman loves him, Mel
i ville," the wife murmured, at
length, in slow, musing tones—
■ “loves him in spite ef all his vil-
I lianous treatment. What a mar
vellous mystery love is!"
“ Marvelleous, indeed, Dora !"
“ Did you really mean Melville.
that nothing should part us, —not
even tlie knowledge of being an
other’s wife—when you spoke so
passionately just before Ellen
Dillon entered from the studio ?”
Her soft hand had stolen into
his, her tearful eyes were tixed
upon his own, with eager ques
tioning in their blue depths.
Melville Austin’s answer was
spoken with unhesitating fond
ness. “Meant that, if all the
world had striven to separate us.
Dora, I should still have strug
gled to regain you. Until to-day
I never have known the strength
and power of my love."
His arms were clasped about
her now, and she was sobbing
forth her thankfulness upon his
faithful breast.
For some time past we have
heard rumors of remarkable cures
efTeeted by a farmer living near
Augusta, by simply rubbing the
patient with his hands. Happen
ing to meet two well-known citi
zens yesterday', one of whom, it
is said, had been under the treat
ment of the party with the won
derful gift, while a memberof the
other’s family had experienced
much benefit from the same
source,a Chronicle reporter ques
tioned them in reference to tin
matter, and ascertained that the
rumors were well founded. Mr.
Robinson James, the party whose
ministrations have effected such
wonderful results, is a plain far
mer, living about eleven miles
from the city. He is forty-five or
fifty years of age, and until about
five years ago knew nothing of
the power which after events
showed that he possessed. About
that time he was conscious of a
singular feeling, became ill, and
continued so for several days.
Finally, lie informed his wif that
he was satisfied he possessed the
gift of healing,and that it was his
mission to exercise it. This he
has done whenever called upon
ever since, and with the most as
tonishing results. One of the gen
tlemen with whom our reporter
conversed has been afflicted with
chronic neuralgia for nine years.
It gradually grew worse, until he
suffered almost constantly the
most excruciating agony'. For
years, he said, he had not had
more than three nights sleep out
of a month, and he was obliged
to resort to narcotics in order to
alleviate his pain in the slightest
degree. Hearing of the power of
Mr. James in alleviating neural
gia and rheumatism, he sent for
him, and from the very first treat
ment has felt a sensible relief.
He has been getting better from
that time, and during the sixty
days that'he has been under the
treatment of Mr. James has slept
well fifty nights out of the sixty,
something that lie would have
thought impossible before. In bis
case Mr. James rubbed his hands
a number of times over his body.
The next day after the operation
he felt a tired sensation, as if he
taken a long walk, and a desire to
sleep. He is not yet entirely
cured, but he is satisfied from the
wonderful results already attain
ed that in time a complete cure
will be effected. Several equal
ly as astonishing cases are recited
and, says the Chronicle: The im
pression seems to be that the
power possessed by Mr. James is
nothing more than animal mag
net im in a very strong degree,
and thus acting upon the nerves
removes the pain and effects a
cure. But, whatever it is the
cases mentioned above as having
been treated by it are well au
thenticated and beyond the shad
ow of a doubt.— Chronicle an<l
Constitutional is t.
Jeff. Davis has never pretended
to what he does not believe, and
the enthusiasm with which he is
everywhere received when he
makes a public appearance in the
south proves that the people who
are loudest in their professions of
peace admire him for it. Would
they thus admire for what they
do not believe? Not at all. Then
the south must still believe what
it did before the war. But there
can be no doubt of that. The leg
islature of Virginia, and Alabama
have sai l so, and now a “rebel
brigadier” in the United States
senate has marshaled his yielding
northern colleagues in a manner
that strikingly recalls the days
before the war, ahd they come
promptly forward to say that the
state is superior to the republic.
Senator Edmund's fair resolutions
were too much for the southern
democrats, add they have brought
their northern associates to stuli
fv their constituents.—AVtr Vork
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