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Show i I Mistress Rosemary AUyn E. By MILLICENT (kipyrivbt, IMH, br LUCAS-LINCOL- CHAPTER XX Continued. "Five day:" I repealed. "This la the night when I am to meet tally Felton and receive It hnrk again. I must get up help me, Gil. You cannot; you are said he. "She will think I do not care," 1 pleaded; "I must get up." It does not matter, my lord; the lady la not In London," said he. Ah, yea, you aafd that you had seen her where baa she gone?" I aaked. I do not know, he returned. I fell back exhausted from talking, big drops of sweat stood upon my face. I made a motion for him to explain. Three nights ago," he began, at the close of another day of unrequited search, tired out, I was dozing In my chair. You sec, sir, 1 have not slept in a bed since our parting. "Poor Gil!" I murmured. I remembered how he had ridden to and from tang Haut without rest, and now tills wearying search. You were right It may be some consolation for you to know there' Is nothing tn beat this looking after young sparks for taking the pounds off one, bey Gil?" I said drolly. You will be as slender as our friend, Noel, when next you meet" "I had not finished my supper, he went on, heedless of my Interruption. "1 Intended to go out again as soon as my cloak was dried; and, as I said. 1 fell asleep in my chair. I was awakened by Torralne, who came and said that the lady was at the lodge door. You will know that I am not at the Blue Boar, but In an old house on the fringe of town. What ladyr I asked him. The handsome one that came to the Tabard, he explained. I hurried on my clothea to be decent and went down to the door, where the fool had left her standing I begged her to come In. She was not-able.- t MANN CXX .ig other profuse apologies, when he discovered that the mirror was broken, shattered Into a thousind tiny hits. A bad omen, ma couslne,' he vsid. a death!' Ills face glowed with the liveliest Interest, and malignity was not far off. I twitted him with being spiteful because of losing the wager I waa not gentle with him. I may say I believed her, for upon the telling of the clrcumatance, her eyes sparkled like glow worms on a summer's night," was Oil's comment He dallied with the locket, the lady continued her narrative, In a disdainful manner, turning It now this way, now that, while 1 waited his pleasure. Finally he gave it an extra fillip and the thin gold partition, which backed the mirror, fell out and with it a bit of paper folded into a tiny square to fit the locket. Again there was a scramble, and again Raoul Dwight was the successful one. In spite of my expostulations, he opened and read wbat was written on thq paper aloud the dishonorable hound!-'love letter, be cried mockingly; a rendezvous, too! He then held it up so that all the dandles present might see. I was In distress, for now I thought I understood why Mister Waters had been so solicitous about the locket be should have trusted me If it is of any value to him. 'It is not mine,' I cried, scarcely knowing wbat I said. T see It is not, cousin, he . replied, for the date on the billet doux, although almost indistinguishable, antedates your birth by some years and I beg your pardon, cos, he added. The men's muttered cries of Shame, helped him to fasten his slipping temper. "Then he hastened to hand It to me, for he had seen what I too saw; my father watching us. You must know, she explained to me, that I have a father here in London, although 'tls little Indeed I see of him, living, as I mostly do, at Lady My father now came to- Dwights. You are waatlni and Impressively: your strength, my dear; better build a new Are upon the ashes of thld old one you will never see Quentin W tern your lover again. I think that you will not care to go unloved, no. not unloved, you could never be that, but unloving to the grave. Moreover, have your maid prepare' your clothes; I am going to take yoa away with me. I have left you too long to your own devices; and youi lovers. 'You have called Quentin Waters my lover, I replied. T am more than happy to Introduce him to you at such. When a father gambles awa his daughter's hand In a room crowned with gamesters, holding her name as light as a thistle down oh, I hate the thought of it! he should thank her if she meet him In any spirit whatsoever. But if she acquiesces in what be has done, something more than thanks, are, I think, her due. 01 course be told you that? he said. His aplomb was admirable. 'And yot believed him? Of course he did not tell me that, I retorted. He only lately becamt aware of the fact that Lady Mary Felton and Rosemary AUyn, whom he had seen at Castle Drout,- - were tbs same person. I saw and possessed the paper the day he won it I recog nlzed my father's writing! He winced now, and the blood came to the but face of his face. 'Then to make as surance doubly sure, I asked one whe had witnessed the proceedings that night at the Lodge, and from him 1 learned the facts of the case. Yon and Cousin Raoul need not have been so anxious about the paper, since It has been In my possession all the time. Quentin Waters Is not the man to force an unwelcome bride. "Im afraid hell have to tdke a bride In heaven, he said harshly; 'hell get no earthly one.' v "Then will I be that bride, I returned. Seeing there would be no end to the argument, he left me, after requesting my presence at home on the morrow. "He had hardly gotten out of the door before Raoul Dwight put In an I had undergone my appearance. limit that night; patience not being a cardinal virtue with me, and I had no words for him. I waa passing to my room, when he barred my way. A moment, sweet cos, I would have a word with you, he said. T pray yon grant me pardon for what happened I wished to know at the ball what that locket contained; I have found out' At that I cried, "You dared make a tool of me for your bass deeds? Everything Is exesnahle In love and At,' he answered. 'Again I crave y ohr pardon It seems there was no need of such rough measures, for I am confident that Quentin Waters la dead. 'If he is dead,' I violently cried, yon have killed him? Be answered, 1 would have killed him Joyfully In a duel, face to face, but I am no to stab a man In the back. Ho? I tauntingly questioned; but perhaps hire men (and there are plenty about town who ask no better way lo emu money) to do your delicate wdrk mr He retorted, T think you vaild you. not care to know, If such was Aa case, the name of the man in 'wlJse .. created.' brain the plan-wa"I looked scornfully at h!raand cried: Coward! You not only Aiakc light of a woman before an asannbly, bnt strike In the dark the character of one older than yourself better not tell him your suspicions coward;' Peace, cousin, peace, he said. T have proof that Quentin Waters was struck from his horse, and then mysAt first 1 teriously disappeared. thought his man, Gil the ape had taken care of his body. But he has been hanging about the Dnkea theater. obviously as mnch at sea as the rest of ns as to the destiny of bis master. 1 firmly believe that he la dead. Sweet coz, turn your thoughts from a dead man to me, a quick one who has loved you for years am 1 never to be rewarded for my fidelity? (To be continued.), JUDGING' BY THEIR COLOR. AHTTEBY - ARY gEVEREUX ILLUSTRATIONS BY DON C. WILSON 0CO. & JA re. Svmt && J CHAPTER XXXI. the day, Madame Rlefet, who had been attacked by a nervous headache, waa lying down In one of tbe bedrooms on the lower floor, and tazalie aat reading aloud to her, tbe Spanish girls rich voice being the only sound to break the stillness of the cabin, where In the open doorway Rose de Cazeneau aat listlessly, her chin In her palms, and her eyes stray-ln- g to the primitive world around her. So wrapped was she in dreama as not to know that Lafitte had come from Sclplos domain, and through the room back of her, until, standing above her, he aaked gently, and with a smile, Are you performing guard duty, little Rose? Must I give tbe countersign before I can paaa out?" A vivid flush mantled her cheeka aa aba sprang up and turned to face blm. I am sorry if I startled you." he said, coming outside; and taking off his hat he pushed the curling locks from hia forehead. Then, as if from impulse, he took her hand. Little Rose," he said, a alight tremor sounding In hia voice, I must, as you know, leave here and there can be no telling when I may return, or what may happen before you and I meet again. I have a story to relate one I have longed to tell you; and I have a strong desire arising from something far more than mere sentiment as to the place where I should like you to hear It The spot is not far from here only a little way through the woods. Will you come with me and listen to my story? Lifting her eyes to hia, ahe saw such an impressive solemnity in their dark depths that something Impelled her to aay, in the submissive tone of an obedient child, Yet, Captain Jean, I will oome with you. As the man and girl took their way aide by aide, Lazalie appeared In the doorway. Her eyes blazed, and her Later In out-of-do- broad-brimme- d apoke to him only once. Captain Jean, and then it waa but a few words, when be came to tbe house, seeking grand-per- e. Yes; but he saw you more than once, even If you did not know It do not remember It. And once was sufficient for wbat I mean. He sighed, and gave bis head an upward foss, aa if to throw off the thoughts begotten by his allusion to Pierres death; and then, as If reading from a book, he told her of the Languedoc home, where he and Pierre had spent their childhood; of hie father, Monsieur le Baron; of Napoleon, the young officer of his boyish He told of Margot, and Idolatry. Pere Huot of all the persons connected with his life. ' Rose listened Intently, her face reflecting the feelings and emotions aroused by tafitte's story; and,, more than once, a mist of tears dimmed the violet eyes, perhaps a moment before filled with Indignation. He said little in regard to his life with taro, bnt told full of the meeting with Grelolre, at Martinique, which had aroused his better self. . At this, a small hand stole from its fellows clasp, and wub held out to him. He took it, and pressed his lips to the soft fingers. Then, after releasing It gently, he went on. He told of his visit to Elba; of the Interview with Napoleon; of the promise he had made, and his efforts to fulfil it; of bis temporary loss of resolution after the descent upon Barataria, and of its full renewal at Pierres wood-flowe- rs la dead, I violently cried, you have killed him!' big black rings were timid pale der her eyes. she Your master, 'Have you found him yet? un- faltered. 'and 1 have I replied, searched everywhere. I am afraid,' she said, that he is dead. Her voice broke and died away in a sob. 'What makes you think so?' I asked, stubborn enough still to contest the thought with anyone that you could be dead. 'Yes, dead, she repeated, and a womans vanity has been the cause! I thought, If so, she would not be the first woman to do a man to his death by the same. I restrained myself, however, and gave her no hint of my thoughts. 1 could have smiled any other time, be took so much virtue to himself at that restraint, but anxiety consumed me and I motioned him to continue. 'You must know, she said, that my cousin, Sir Raoul Dwight, laid me a wager It was to be a pair of Jeweled gloves against my carol ring that I could not get Mister Waters to loan me that locket he wore upon his breast. I could not let the wager pasq; and that was the reason why I came to the Tabard Instead of sending someone to see him and to coax it from him. I will tell you that her voice lagged In the telling of this No side remarks. If you please, Gil. I Interrupted sharply. The night of the ball, the lady continued, I wore the locket; It hung among the lace ruffles which encircled my neck. At once Cousin Raoul saw It I knew he saw it. although he said nothing, and I flirted my triumph In his face. Tired of the minuet, someone proposed a country dance. I like them not they are rough. We were in the midst of one, where the gentlemen hold their swords up and the ladles pass beneath them. In a moment, I understand not yet how It happened, we all got bunched together. In the mix-u- p my dress was torn and the locket Mister Waters' locket fell to the floor. Raoul Dwight's foot In an instant covered the bauble before the gentleman with whom I was dancing had time to stoop for it. Cousin Raoul was handing it to me (he had been the quicker to pick It up) with a low bow of mock humility, '' walling his awkwardness and mak- No. waid ns, pushing back the crowd I forestalled the words debonairly. on bis lips by crying gayly to Raoul I have won the wager; the Dwight: gloves are mine. But my father was not so easily to be put to rout 'Allow me to see the paper, Mary, he requested. But I roarteaeyed low before him, and replied, You must excuse me, sir; It would not Interest you. Moreover, It does not belong to me. I placed the paper back In the locket and fastened on the gold 'The men began making apologies for the fracas, and Raoul Dwight, as if to make amends for his rudeness, born of pique, and as I afterward lnarned, desire to see If the locket which Mister Waters habitually wore contained the pledge of my hand, lingered to appease Lord Felton. I understood that Raoul Dwight was explaining about the paper. I heard him say (my ears are keen) words to the effect that It was naught but an old love letter written to Elaine, of which Mister Waters must be choice Indoed, since he treasured it so; and if It were ever to oome again under his notice he would destroy it And his Information was punctuated with malicious chuckles. Which proved to ms that It was of value to Its Owner, and that Raoul Dwight had either seen or heard of It before. I promised. myself that, as far as I had the saying, he should never see it again. did not look at my father, but 1 could feel his eyes follow me as I walked down the ball room with my partner, and I knew that he was furious at being thwarted in his Inquisitiveness. That was not to be the end of the affair. There la much more to tell, much mors! T thought to escape an Interview with him that night by spending it at Lady Dwight's. I had hardly entered the hall of her house when Lord Felton stood before me. After many pleasant words and compliments, for my father knows how to be most gracious when he chooses, and he can be the flend incarnate when he pleases, also, he asked to see the billet doux. Again I refused graciously but firmly. He was at a white heat with anger, and I was afraid that he would use force to wrench it from me. I should hare known him better than that. He recovered himself and In Ms most suave manner said stowlv "I Employed Somebody to "Break In" Hie Shirts. The late Capt. Alfred Rice, the noted shad fisherman of the Delaware river, was no less remarkable for per sonal cleanliness than for his unshad equaled handling of the mile-lonseine. v Capt Rice was not only clean and neat himself; he Insisted npon cleanliness and neatness in his men. If f new man proved to be a sloven, ht very soon mended bis ways under th captain's criticisms, or else be sough' Fisherman g another Job. There was a new man,1 one shal season, who always wore a dirty whit shirt In shad fishing It la best tc wear a black Jersey. If, however, I white shirt Is chosen, there Is no rea son why it should not be a clean one So, at least. Capt. Rice hought He stood Lis new mans dirty white shirts for a month. Then, calling the fisherman up to him, he said: Friend who the deuce Is it thal you always get to wear your shlrtt the first week for you? Los Angeles Times. , Wit Worth Overcharge. characteristic of W A I. Douglas, governor of Massachts setts. Is hia enjoyment of a Joke on himself aa much as on the other fellow. Not long ago he dropped Into a strange barber shop to have his leant hair trimmed. After the Job had been completed, the barber handed Mr. Douglas a check for fifty cents. Hows this?" said Mr. Douglas. "Doesnt that sign over there say hair-cu- t first-clas- s for twenty-fiv- e eorair-endabl- e cents?" Yes yon yes, replied the barber, first-clas- s hair." bnt tisrt I Be-luch- e, u the-openin- s ( their former pursuits; hut their operations were carried on in foreign seas, and Louisiana knew them no more. There is also good reason for suspecting that one of these, more intelligent than his fellows, assumed the name of their former great leader, and. In 1819 s "If he i ute to Lafitte: and Captains Dominlque-Yolately commanding privateer at Barataria, with part of their for-- ! mer crews, and many brave citizens of New Orleans, were stationed at batteries Noa. S and 4. The general cannot avoid giving his warm approbation of the manner in which these gentlemen have uniformly conducted themselves while under his command, and of the gallantry with which they have redeemed the pledge they gave at of the campaign, to defend the country. The good feeling of Jackson, Claiborne and the citizena of New Orleans toward Lafitte, and their appreciation of the loyal and Important services rendered by him, extended to all his once outlawed followers; and President Madison, In his proclamation of pardon, uaed these words: But it has been represented that the offenders have manifested a sindeath. cere repentance; that they have abanvAs he described that scene In the doned the worst cause for the support moonlit cell, her tears flowed freely; of the beat; and particularly that they and at sight of them a strange smile have exhibited In the defense of New touched tafitte's Ups. Orleans unequivocal traits of courage Ah, my Pierre," he mnrmured, and fidelity. Offenders who have rebending to lay his face against the fused to become the associates of the npon his foster-brother'enemy in war, upon the moat seducing grave, other eyes than thy Jeans terms of Invitation, and who have aidcan weep for thee!" ed to repel hia hostile invasion of the As he raised his head Rose de Caze- territory of the United States, cam no longer he considered as objects of punishment, but as objects of a generous forgiveness." Beluche received an important official appointment in South America; and after the death of Domlnique-You- , some years later, the city of New Orleans erected a monument to his memory. It Is true that some of the more adventurous Baratarians relapsed Into tills r- - tory, Inasmuch as, fifteen days before,! at Ghent, a treaty of peace had been concluded between tbe United State and Great Britain. But tbe triumph was, In Its completeness, and by reason of the means through which It had been achieved,, of Inestimable and lasting benefit to this country. It proved that American freemen, although lkcking In disci-plln- e, and poorly armed, could repel and defeat a greatly superior force of veteran soldiers, rich with all the material and panoply of war the flower of Britain's army, fresh from Its vlo-- : torles in Spain. History tells how much of Jackson's success was due to the loyalty, intelligence and bravery of Lafitte and hie Baratarians; It says, aside from this,, that but for the warning and Informa- -' tion given to the former by Lafitte, New Orleans could not have been saved. Gen. Jackson was quick to recog-nfc- e this, during the battle and afterwards, In his Reports and General Orders. In one of the latter, dated Jan. 15, 1815, he said, after paying a high trib- Chs seated herself 'scant was caught fiercely between the white teeth, aa she saw Lafitte reach out one hand to clasp that of his companion, while with the other he cleared a bush from the path. Then they moved on, and were shut from sight by the trees. Aha! I thought so! the Spanish girl- - said to herself, the last word ending In a sigh, as she turned away and began pacing the floor. I hate him, and I ought to hate her. Hate her? No, I cannot do that, my sweet Rose. You are not responsible for having the same fever that once possessed me. And who could help loving you? As for him, he long ago gave me to understand plainly that I might claim nothing more than friendship from him." She laughed bitterly aa that last day on the Barra de Hierro rose before her, bringing with It an Increase of color to her cheeks at thought of her past lack of maidenlines s. Meanwhile Rose de Cazeneau stood with Lafitte beside what seemed bom the wooden cross marking It to he a grave. It was a long, narrow mound, already rich with brilliant wood growths; and the forest shut It way from alght of the cabins. Obeying silently the motion of his baud, she seated herself upon a fallen tree, where the moss, thick aa a mg, made a covering soft aa velvet Lafitte then sat down upon the ground before her with his back against the mound, the cross making a rest for his bared bead. This, little Rose, is Pierre's grave Pierre Lafitte, known to tbe world aa my brother; and never waa a brother more true of heart or lovable than he. although not a drop of kindred blood ran lu our velna." Tbe listening girl's amazement waa manifest not only In her face, but in her voice, aa she exclaimed, What! Pierre Lafitte not your brother. Cap-- , under-li- p -- tain Jean? "No nor any blood relation whatever. Bnt of this I will tell you presWhat I wish to say bow Is, entlythat be talked to me of you, little Rose, Just before be died; your name waa tbe last that came from hia Ups. I Mine?" cbe salt! In surprise. or 1820, made a stronghold upon the site of wbat is now the city of Galveston In Texas. From this came one of tbe stories relating to Lsfltte's career subsequent to the battle of New Orleans; another being that he resumed his former practices, and had been drowned at sea, while still another states that he died In Yucatan. But story claims that he was, as late as 1830, seen In France, and that, some years after this, his widow was known to he living In a chateau near the upper bank of the Loire. Certain It Is that, with the sails of fallen tree. upon the Black Petrel slowly neau stretched out both hands to him. from the golden glow turning of the sunset, Captain Jean oh, Captain Jean, near the land, to the cold gray of the she sobbed, how could I have had far-of- f sea, and then to pearl, ere such hard, wicked thoughts of you? It faded from sight, vanished they surely waa because I never knew you of Louisiana. La-flt- te until now!" She looked down Into hia face, filled with a light such aa the face of Jean Lafitte had never before shown. Do you know me now, little Rose? If so, then It Is well; for that la what I wiahed should he before I depart forever from Louisiana. Depart forever from Louisiana! she repeated; and the dismay In her voice made his heart leap: "Would you care would you miss me? And hia clasp, tightened upon her Imprisoned hands. Rose my little Island Rose," he said, seeking to look under the lashes that swept her Iheeks, when my duty to New Orleans and Jackson la ended, aa ended it soon must be, I shall return to France, to be Monsieur le Baron, my father's son. In the old tanguedoc chateau a thing my cm perors love has made possible, and which will enable me to be nearer him, tbe man I have shown you bow 1 lcved and still love. Will you go with me, little Rose, to be presented to him as my baronne as my wife? The tears were running foom beneath the lowered lashes aa she laid her cheek against one of the hands that held her own; and a bird's song grilled out with Joyous melody as he reached up and drew her face to him. There la an eastern legend telling when Paradise was fading from earth an angel plucked and saved a single rose, which, ever treasured, la Imbued with fragrance immortal. To every mortal la given, sooner or later, a breath of this fragrance, which brings Joy beyond all that earth can give. This hour had surely brought to the storm-tosseg soul of Jean Lafitte his breath of the angel's rose of Paradise, to abide, as a benediction of unspeakable peace, forever. Things that make and things that mar Rhape the man for perfect pralss; 8hock and strain and ruin ars Friendlier than the smiling days. (The End.) . Two Columns of Horseshoes. In the town of Fort Collins, Col., the village blacksmith has created curious but very appropriate aign. lu fact, It represents not only his industry, but the many years lu which he has been engaged in it On either side of tbe entrance te the shop are pillars which rise several feet above the roof. From a distance they resemble box trees with the branches closely cut, to give them an ornamental appearance. As n matter of fact, the columns are composed of discarded horseshoes. Aa each la fully thirty feet In 'height and five feet Is diameter, a faint conception may be obtained of the immense number of shoes utilized iu constructing them, for each columns was built up by laying the shoes one upon the other with their flat sides in contact. Through the center of each column runs n wooden post, and the novel structure has been formed by wiring the shoee to It The construction of the sign was begun when the shop was opened for business. The columns have become too heavy to he Increased In height, and are anchored by Iron bands to the walls of the building. Scientific American. Characteristic Portraiture. A yonng man In a neighboring town started In the livery business a few weeks ago, and the first thing he did was to have a sign painted representing himself holding a mule by the bridle. He was particularly proud cf this stroke of business enterprise, and asked of his wife: The battle of New Orleans had been Is that not a good 11km: ess of me? fonght and won. "Yes . she replied, "It is a perfect It proved, so far as the result of picture of yon: but who Is the fellow the war was afferted. a neediest vic ? Mine th" riiilp" ever-battlin- t |