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Show Mistress Rosemary Aliyn By M1LLICENT E. MANN I CHAPTER I XXII. w:. 1 t y !.!( Continued. AS LIS "We Feltons are not loath to stand up sat down on the boulder outside-o- before one we deem our enemy but the postern gate. How long ago it we could not strike a blow in the f seemed though in reality not so many weeks-si- nce I had Fat in that same place, and unconsciously I assumed the same attitude of that other time when I had watched and waited even as a Silvius for his Phoebe. Here Nell Gwyn, in all a serving maid's mas:;ueradery. had purposely surprised me. Had I then seen her as I did later up the stage doing her inimitable mimicry I had not been so taken in. for once seen she was never to be mistaken for anyone else. I called to mind aether and a prettier picture sweet Rosemary in her farthingales! Rosemary (had ever name so pleasant a found?) as she appeared when I killed her faicon. Some day she should have another like unto it, I thought fondly, and my lips curved as I recalled how she had flouted me. The rose in her hair nad paled in beauty beside her, its cream tint not so delicate as the skin which it caressed. I heard a little quivering sigh or sob. It was so like that other day of which I wa.s thinking that I started up. There in the pathway she stood; out of the mist she grew, until from a wraith in pale cerements she came to be Rosemary of flesh and blood. Rosemary with eager eyes dilated and hands fluttering toward me. "You!" she whispered. "They told mr you were dead." "Quick enough, love," I cried, as I touk her trembling hands in mine and drew her to my breast. For a moment she lay there. "I felt you were alive," she cried Joyfully. "Would earth be so sweet if you were dead? Oh. no! I told myself so again and again, while I yet chided myself for being gay when they assured me that you were no more!" I would have taken her again to my heart, but she held me off. "You are pale and thin- - you have been ill?" she asked. dark." "No doubt of that, love," I said to still her suspicions, which, while she yet silenced, cut her to the heart; "witness how a slender youth stood before my long arm and rapier, and made me do penance for the killing of a falcon." "Yes," she cried, throwing off her depression; "and to think you did not recognize me. I trembled in my noots for fear you might. The next time when Nell and 1 were at the White Swan and passed you, we were on our guard, for from the window we had seen you enter the court yard. Immediately I gave the order for our coach to be gotten ready, although we had intended to rest there most 01 the day. How we chuckled when you let as go, for in my pocket snug and safe lay the little paper you had won in so disgraceful a manner fie, sir, how could you?" She shook her flner at me, and before I could reply in a manner that permitted of no words, she added: "I thought, we shall see whether Mister Quentin Waters gets so much enjoyment out of that piece of paper as he expects to in L ndon town. I will acknowledge, sir, that I did not love you then." "And I loved you from the first moment my eyes lighted upon you," I said, reproachfully. "And I, sir, I know not when," she said. "There Is an old verse, old but true; I have oft heard it. I will repeat it for you: comes love? "Pray how Love comes unsought, unsent. how goes Pray was not love? love that went." That "Now it is proverbially known that we Feltons are good haters, still this is the time when the exception proves the rule. I began by being angry with you about the falcon, and when I found the paper on the floor oh, I assure you I was wild! I decided to punish you by not letting you know "No," i replied. "My Tathsf gate it to me to find out, if possible the writer it is strange where it could have Msarpeared to." "I am s;:re I could not have lost it," she affirmed. "I s!'pt with It a; tached to a slender chain about my neck." "You are sure you never laid it down?" I still persistently inquired. "Yes, sure," she began, and then stopped. "Once, now I remember while at my bath it lay for a few mo ments on my dress-intable,' she added. "Could anyone have entered your room then?'' I asked. "No one but my maid or Aunt Elaine." she admitted. "Then rest assured that one or the other of them have it," I returned. "What would either of them want with that old love letter?" she sa'd: besides I heard no one at the time." "You say that Lad Dwight is with you?" I said. "1 must see her at once I have a message from the dead which admits of no delay I have also to claim Raoul Dwight as a brother. "Brother!" she exclaimed. "Yes," I nodded. "Let us hasten to the Castle too long has this news been on the way there you shall learn all." "It is dangerous," she returned, "for if the men see you they would set upon you and " she shuddered. "I shall try to hold my own, ' I grimly said; "but against Raoul Dwight I I will never lift hand nor sword would be no second Cain." "Ah, you would not, but would not he?" she asked. "He hates you" "Yes," I sighed, "we were eve. Siting and snarling. I would I had known sooner that he was my brother, i long to take his hand in good fellowship." "With him love and hate war equal ly, as good and evil do, but then, you must remember he thinks he loves me," she whispered. "I would he did not I would he did not," I said. "Then it would be comparatively easy sailing. He would understand when he knew all. But how can he help it?" I looked at her with all a lover's fondness. I deemed the world might envy me and with cause. She laughed deliciously at my look, whereat I took her into my arms and lifted her high (I was not such a weakling but I could do that) and kissed her lingeringly on her mouth "Come let us to Lady Dwight," I said soberly, when I had put her down. "You!" she whispered. "They told me you were dead!" received "A fever from the blow on the head after I left you the night of the Ixmdon fog," I explained. "I am well now." 1 she repeated, "ill! and they have wedded me to Cousin Raoul even Aunt Elaine forsook me. Oh, it has been a hateful time! Dreading the worst for you spirited away, at first I knew not where shut up in yonder house subject to surveillance most of the time I came near to hating them all! What is that?" she added in a whisper. "Come back in here among these bushes. If they find you here, I doubt not but they'll kill you." I "Rosemary, be not afraid for me," said. "I would not, indeed; I would match you against them all," she said with a proud toss of her head. Then, noting my pale face, "if you were yourself." To satisfy her I drew back in among the bushes, while she walked short way off and listened. Hearing nothing, she came back. "But you have not told me how it happened?" she scld. "I know very little myself." . reout-sidplied. "I was found unconscious of Dream House the night after I left you." "Some rascallion about town, bent on robbery?" she suggested. "I think not," I said, "for I was robbed of nothing. I remember passI being the pillars at the entrance. lieve on th m are carved the armonial bearings of the Dwight's and Its motto, 'I strike hard.'" I added dryly. the blow was 'I had been followed intended for me there is no doubt of that." "You did not recognize anyone?" she queried. "The men were "No." I replied. masked; I saw so much from the light of a torch which was swung before I my eyes, and it blinded me so could not grasp my sword ere the blow ML "Oh. no!" she cried. Her tone was pleading. "It could not be?" you, dear?" I "What distresses asked "No. I will not think of It," she laid "One could not be so cow proudly. ardly." "You suspect someone?" I Inquired "Do not it me. sir." she answered "111!" would who I really was. The fops of London thought it a good joke and en- tered into the sport with a zest, even Nell lent a hand. "It might have had a sad ending had I killed Raoul Dwight in that duel which we were to fight," I said. "Ah! I believe in the luck of the Feltons," she laughed. "Nevertheless. I thank God. providence, or the King, that it never came to pass," I said heartily. "I think you have to thank my father for that," she returned dryly; "he it was who induced the King to forget his promise and have you imprisoned." Then she added tenderly: "I shall have to make amends to you, Quentin" my name fell softly from her lips "all my life, if you please." I cried, "your "Ah, Rosemary!" name fits you like the petals of the rose its golden center." I drew her to me and kissed her blushing face. For awhile we stood hand in hand absorbed in each other. Then I bethought me of Gil and his chagrin over the missing paper; also the vow I had made at my father's grave CHAPTER XXIII. "It Was the Night Lord Waters Left Me." tell me about the "Rosemary, locket," said I. "Ah there! It came near to being your undoing a woman's vanity." she sighed, yet looked archly at me as though demanding that I contradict her. "Was the paper in It when you Rave it to Gil?" I asked. "Did I tell Gil so when I gave It to him?" she replied. "It Is lost. I said, "and Gil asserts that the locket never left his person until he placed It In my hands and there was none In It then." "What matters It?" she asked light If. " 'Twas naught but an old bit of paper." "It was valuable to me," I said. "You would keep It?" she asked Jealously. "Indeed I would, If I could hat ffnd It," I answered. "Do you kr.ow who wrote Itf the questioned. She led the way through a disused kitchen and I followed. We met no one. The few servants were busy in the rear. We could hear them talking as we mounted the staircase. We had hardly reached the landing when Rosemary cried: "Quick, in here." She opened the door of a large room and we passed hurriedly in. Then I heard the sound of a man's heavy tread. She pushed me behind a hanging arras and stepped beside me, pulling the curtains together. I could almost hear her heart beat. "I say you do wrong," said a high voice. It was Lady Dwight who was speaking. "I care not if he is my son you shall not force her into a distasteful marriage I shall not consent to it." "Wrong! not at all. Madame," the strenuous voice of Lord Felton replied. "You should be pleased she will bring to your empty coffers much gold." His tone was ironical in the extreme. "Gold gold is not all In this world, let me tell you, my Lord Felton," she said. "Moreover, it is outrageous to keep us here in this ruinous old place. The damp is like to kill us I felt a twinge of rheumatism yesterday." "I am sorry, Madame," he said politely. "Why need you stay? The door is open." (To be continued.) Senile Conceit. James B. Hammond of New York, the noted typewriter inventor, was describing a conceited man. "He Is as conceited," Mr. Hammond said, "as an old fellow who lived In Germany while I was a student at the University of Halle. "This old fellow sat one night in conversation with a group of men, and the talk turned to greatness. "Numerous instances were mentioned in proof of the fact that the Finally It was great die young. more truth in was there that agreed this claim than there Is in most proverbs. " 'Yes.' said the leading spirit of the party, 'it ought to be a proverb, for it is true. The great die young. There is no doubt of It. The great, alas, die young.' "The old man, who had sat silent and impatient for a long time, now spoke up: " If I'm not dead already, is it my fault?' he said." Farming In the White House. Jackson died Just before the general's first administration, and during the eight years that he was at the White House he practically managed the plantation himself from Washington, says Oliver Bronson Capen In Country Life In America. As a farmer Andrew Jackson was more successful than George Washington, and as a breeder of horses he was more successful than Henry Clay. And yet, so great were his achievements in as far removed from the pastoral as the poles, that popular tradition does not reckon with one of the most important sides of his character, lawyer, politician. Judge, statesman soldier! closer to his heart than all those were a country home and farm Mrs. pnr-sult- s "COON" LOCKED IN ICEBOX; LIKE ICICLE WHEN RESCUED MBit Terrible Experience of Colored Porter of a New York Hotel--Finall- y Saved by Hie Congealed Think Tank. New York. Alexander Beck, bar porter of the Marlborough hotel, spent all his spare time the other day wherever he could find the most sunshine, and in the meantime as he went about his duties his joints creaked ana rasped like the rusty hinges of a door. All that was because Beck is not yet thawed cut. It will be several days, he thinks, before his arteries and veins are running unclogged by floating ice and the dampness gets out of his bones and sockets. He was almost frozen to death the day before, and had it not been for a frapped presence of mind that came to him in the last extremity he might have been entirely frozen. His duties are many and various. It is he who must keep the barkeepers supplied with everything they need in the compounding of the drinking called for by the patrons. He must never allow the ice bins to become empty, the mint to become exhausted or the cherries and other fruit to be wanting, while the lemon juice bottle is a particular charge of his. He usually works below Btalrs and appears and disappears ;;t intervals. He does his principal work shifting the beer kegs, watching the mineral waters, stirring up the fruits and and other managing the straws things in the refrigerator. It is there also he keep3 his lemons, and to save time, it is there he squeezes them. The Marlborough cold room is ont under the sidewalk, and a narrow passage leads to its heavy wood and iron door, two feet thick. It is a massive room all around, stored with casks and crates, with the pipes coated with about six inches of snow running in all directions. The temperature Is kept around freezing all the time, and about ten minutes is enough of it for Beck ordinarily. Then he goes out and exercises. Beck went in there to squeeze the lemons, and was peacefully engaged in the process when a watchman came along through the underground labyrinth. Beck had left the massive door just on the crack, but the rays of the electric light he used did not come through. The watchman saw only that the door was not shut, and muttering something about carelessness, slammed it and threw the lock hands got so cold he could not tell when they touched him. He rolled a beer keg backward and forward, and 'bat only made him colder. He saw some mint and when he thought of summer drinks his teeth began to He felt his feet growing chatter. numb, and after he had tried beating on the wall with his fists for a minute he stopped for fear he would break off a hand or a finger. It seemed that about, all In sight for him was a cold, cheerless exit, with a beer keg and a bag of lemons He sat for his funeral catatalqua. down and tried to weep, but the icicles nearly blinded him. He was giving ArVl- - p. 3 "DOCK." KILLING How to Deal . With a Troublesome-Weeon the Farm. This is known by several common names, one of which is dock. The name usually given In botanies is curled dock. This Is evidently derived from the crisped or curled margins of the leaves, it Is also called yellow dock, a name which has reference to the color of the root. The plant has been introduced from Europe, and is a large, coatse, unattrac tlve perennial and sometimes trouble some weed. The young leaves are , and the sometimes used as a root has some repute as an article of medicine. The best method of exterminating it If must depend on circumstances. there are but few scattering plants, probably there is no cheaper method of destroying them than to dig av cut A theru out with a sharp mattock. pot-herb- a sy I rv "V IS 91 Curled or Yellow Dock. i vigorous blow with it is sufficient for each plant. Strike deep enough to 3ever the root up in dispair when he gave a shriek two or three inches below the surface, of delight. He remembered that the so thai it may not sprout again. Draw valves of the air pumps attached to the plant from Its place by giving the the beer spigsots of the bar were in mattock a pull upward and forward in the room. Giving a very good imita- raising It from the ground after the tion of an arctic avalanche, he rolled blow. over to the casks and grabbed the The plants may be destroyed by the valves. When he turned around final- application to the crown of each one ly he had shut off every spiggot in of a small quantity of some strong the floor above and then he sat down acid, such as carbolic acid or sulphuric to wait. acid; but this will require nearly, If He had not long to wait, for ten not quite, as much time as the use of 'over. minutes later the manager came downthe mattock, and the cost of the maBeck was a prisoner. Unless some- stairs, with harsh words on his Hps terial must be added to the cost of the body came to open the door he would for the porter who would allow the labor. remain one, for kicks, shouts, screams air to run out of the pumps. Not. findThese methods are available In killand everything else would avail noth- ing the pumps, he opened the valve ing the weed in untlllable places He himself, and the next minute he was along fences and roadsides. ing through those thick walls. If the that he had carrying Beck out into the open air. plants are abundant in tillable fields, Buddenly remembered given the barkeepers above an extra He had been in that room a little more there is probably no better way than supply, and they would not be down than an hour, according to estimates. to put the fields under cultivation. If to look for him for hours. He looked He was at once thrown into a tub plowed In the fall, winter-freezinwill at an pole in the corner of ice water and by degrees melted be serviceable in killing many of the and thought what he would be then. enough to take a long breath and tell exposed roots. Frequent and thorough He felt his body chilling gradually, what had happened. It was feared he cultivation of the growing crops will and when a nervous perspiration came might receive an attack of pneumonia, kill others and any young plants that out on his forehead the drops fell on but a physician said he. had appeared may start from the weed seeds In the the floor like marbles. He tried to to come through it all right except for soil. In an exterminating contest with dance, but there was not room, so he the few traces of ice that lingered in such a weed, It is Important that no practiced on juggling lemons. His the hollows and corners. plant be allowed to mature a crop of seeds. This will require early attention to those that grow in pastures RED JERSEY COW TURNS FAUCET and waste places and along roadsides. before July. WITH MOUTH TO GET A DRINK They should be bedestroyed a quick way of disMoving might part of the posing of the Sagacious Oregon Animal Satisfies Her Thirst in Back Yard and plant, but it would sot prevent the root from sending up new shoots. To Saves Long Waik to the River. do this, more effectual treatment must be given. Nor should anyone expect, the Country Gentleman, that he Portland, Ore. The county poor horns, and when that method failed, says can clear his land from this weed and her to assertion the farm has, according mouth, took hold of the opened have It remain clean very long unless of the inmates, the cleverest cow in faucet and turned it. Mrs. Bossy the.i drank her fill of he is constantly alert in destroying the state. The animal Is an old red it as fast as It appears, or unless his Jersey that has been on the farm for cold water and turned away toward will unite In the warfare, so years. The matron at the tarm last the green fields, evidently pleated that neighbors that no source of a new Infection shall she did not have to go a quarter a mile to the river to satisfy her thirst. remain. The next day the cow seemed much REAR STEP FOR WAGON. puzzled to find a new faucet and appeared dejected when after half an hour of hard work she could not get Handy Addition Which Will Help In Loading and Unloading. her drink. Then the matron had a watering place made and the cold Handy addition to farm wagon: water was allowed to run at all times. Here Is a step added to the rear end of a farm wagon, by means of two SIX GIRLS HIS PALLBEARERS. stout iron This step Polish Society Leader Stipulated for will prove a great Them in His Will. comfort. It saves a lot of strain in Hartford, Conn. Michael Wyler, a getting In and out well to do machine builder, who died of the wagon when unloading; and, at the hospital here of typhoid fever, when one Is lifting boxes, baskets or lived op to a reputation of being a bags In or out. It is a half-waplace social leader, which he had gained on which to rest. Then, too, says the among the wealthy class of the Pol- Farm Journal, one can tip a box or ish colony In this city, by stipulating barrel over on edge against the step In his will and last directions regardand then lift the other end and tip It ing his funeral that none but women Into the wagon. One person can easily load boxes and barrels in this way and pallbearers should carry his body . Ual ......ft... not lift much more than half the inn lant iu kl J'OJIOWinfc his wishes, six young ladles, among weight at any time. tho prettiest In the Polish colony here, ail attired in wnite, acted ar PICKINGS. bearers, and two others served as Fhe Cow Turned the Faucet with flower beaters. Farmers are purchasing more Her Mouth. praying outfits than ever before. Mow the weeds along the roadsides Horse a Good Dentist. summer discovered that the faucet on In fence rows before they go to and the hydrant In the back yard was freChester, Pa. Half crazi d with pain seed. an but constant watchturned from on, and tooth, aching unable to quently Don't let a weed go to seed in the ing failed to disclose the miscreant. get a dentist to extinct the molar, The same trouble occurred again Henry Wesley, a cook In Illrrh's res garden. It will make a great deal of this summer. The matron noticed the taurant, on Edgemont avenue, hit disagreeable work for next year. A ton of well cured cowpea hay Is water was turned on about, the same upon a novel plan to relieve his agony. tons of red time every afternoon. While she He took a thin wire, fastened It worth one and watched she saw the old red Jersey around the tooth, tied the other end clovor hay. and Is nearly equal to come leisurely up the road. Into the to the rear of his employer's delivery wheat bran in feeding quality. The small white worms that skeleback yard and walk straight up to wagon, and yelled to Mike, the horse, the hydrant. The cow pushed the to "Old ap!" The tooth was pulled tonize rose leaves may be controlled laucet with her nose, but it did not as well as any expeit in dental sur- by dusting thoroughly while dew Is on with soot and tine ashes from stove seem to work. So she tried her gery could have done It. pipe and chimney. Single, well-directe- He Was Fast Freezing to Death. d seed-bearin- sup-port- t. one-hal- |