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Show and Impressively: 'You are waatM your strength, my dear; better bulk a new fire upon the ashes at this ed lAFFFTO one you will never see Quentin PI ters your lover again. I think tfcd1 you will not rare to go unloved, si not unloved, you could never be thd but unloving to the grave, Moreov have your maid prepare your clothsK tomorrow I am going to take yoi away with me. I have left you tf long to your own devices; and yog CHAPTER XX Continued. Five day: I repeated. "This ia the night wl.en I am to meet Lady Felton and receive it hack again. I must get up help me. Gil. "You cannot; you are not able, aald ha She will think I do not care, I pleaded; I must get up. it does not matter, my lord; the lady la not In London, aald be. Ah, yea, you aald that you had aeen her where baa she gone? I naked. know, be returned. ifelldo not back ezhauated from T talking; big dropa of sweat stood upon my face. I made a motion for him to explain. Three nights ago, be . began, "at the close of another day of unrequited search, tired out, I was dozing in my chair. You see, sir, 1 have not slept in a bed "since our parting. Poor Gil! I murmured. I remembered how he had ridden to and from Long llaut without rest, and now this wearying search. You were right it may be some consolation for you to know there is nothing to beat this looking after young sparks for taking the pounds off one, hey 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. I Intended to go out again as soon as my cloak was dried; and, as I said, I 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 lady; I asked him. The handsome one that came to the Tabard, he explained. I hurried on my clothes to be decent and went down to the door, where the fool had left her standing I begged her to come In. She was .ug otlu r profuse apologies, when he discovered that the mirror was broken, shattered into a thousand tiny bits. 'A bad omen, ma coosine, he -aid, 'a death!' His face glowed with the liveliest Interest, and malignity was not far off. I twitted him with being spiteful because of loaing the wager I was not gentle with him.' I may any I believed her, for upon the telling of the circumstance, her eyes sparkled like glow worms on a summers night, was Gil's comment "He dallied with the locket, the lady continued her narrative, la a disdainful manner, turning it now this way, now that while I 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 lit the locket. Again there was a scramble, and again Raoul Dwight was the successful one. In spite of my expostulations, hd opened and read what was written on the paper aloud the dishonorable hound! A love letter, he 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 bad been so solicitous about the locket he should have trusted me if it is of any value to him. It is not mine, I cried, scarcely knowing what 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, cox, he added. The mens 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 tis little Indeed I see of him, living, as I mostly do, at Lady My father now came to-Dwight's. i lovers. 'You have railed Quentin Wats my lover. I replied. T am more thtf happy to introduce him to you a such. When a father gambles awl his daughter's hand in a room crawled with gamesters, holding her nans as light as a thistle down oh, I hats the thought of it! he should thsA her if she meet him in any spirt whatsoever. But if she acquiesces to wbat be has done, something mac than thanks, are, 1 think, her due., 04 course be told you that? he sail His aplomb was admirable. And ft i believed him? " Of course he did not tell me thof I retorted. He only lately becaSt aware of the fact that Lady Mary Fil ton and Rosemary Allyn, whoajc had seen at Castle Drout, were the same person. I saw and posse said the paper the day he won It I reeflff nixed my father's writing!' He winced now, and the blood came to the sir face of his face. Then to makei surance doubly sure, I asked one wkc had witnessed the proceedings that night at the Lodge, and from him 1 learned the facts of the case. Yra 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 mu to force an unwelcome bride. Im afraid hell have to take a bride In heaven, he said harshly: liell get no earthly one.' 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 befog a cardinal virtue with me, and I had no words for him. I was passing to my room, when he barred my way. A moment, sweet cos, I would have a word with you, he said. 1 pray you 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 base deeds? Everything Is urn sable In love and war, he answered. Again 1 crave your pardon It seems than wu no need of such rough measui for I am confident that Quentin Wa1 ters Is dead.' Tf he is dead,' I violently you have killed him?' He 1 would have killed him duSWTace toTace, brif to stab a man In the back. No' I but perhaps tauntingly questioned; hire men (and there are plenty about town who ask no better way to cola money) to do your delicate wort for you. He retorted, T think you vould not care to know, if such was the case, the name of the man In whose brain the plan was created. T looked scornfully at him and cried: 'Coward! You not only make light of a woman before an assembly, but strike in the dark the character of one older than yourself better not tell him your suspicions coward;1 'Peace, cousin, peace, he said. 1 have proof that Quentin Waters was struck from his horse, and then mysAt first I teriously disappeared. thought his man, Gil the ape had taken care of h!s body. But he has been hanging about the Duke's theater, obviously as much at sea as the rest of us as to the destiny of his master. I firmly believe that he is dead. Sweet cox, turn your thoughts from a dead man to me, a quick one who has loved you for years am X never to be rewarded for ray fidelity? (To be continued.) to-nig- Ij1DISIIAKA. by gARY gEVEREUX Hint ILLUSTRATIONS BY DON C. WILSON &Q3, & guns c & fWwv; CHAPTER XXXI. Later in the day, Madama RIefet, who had been attacked by a nervous headache, was lying down in one of the bedrooms on the lower floor, and Laialle sat reading aloud to her, the Spanish girls rich voice being the only sound to break the stillness of the cabin, where in the open doorway Rose de Cazeneau sat listlessly, her chin In her palms, and her eyes strayr world ing to the primitive around her. So wrapped waa she in dreams as not to know that Lafltte had come from Sciplo'i domain, and through the room back of her, until, standing above her, he asked gently, spd with a smile, Are you performing guard duty, little Rose? .Must I give the countersign before I can pass out? A vivid flush mantled her cheeka as she sprang up and turned to face him. I am sorry if I startled yon he said, coming outside; and taking off his hat he pushed the curling locks from his forehead. Then, as If from Impulse, he took her hand. Little Rose, he said, a slight tremor sounding In his 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 at to the place where I should like you to hear it The spot is hot for from here only a little way through the woods. Will you come with me and listen to my story? Lifting her eyes to his, she saw such an Impressive solemnity in their dark depths that something Impelled her to say, in the submissive tone of an obedient child, "Yea, Captain Jean, I will come with you. As the man and girl took their way aide by side, Lazalle appeared In the doorway. Her eyes hissed, and her broad-brimme- spoke to him only once. Captain Jean, and then It waa hut a few words, when he came to the house, seeking grand-pere.- " Yes; but he saw you more than once, even if you did not know It do not remember It. And once was sufficient for what I mean. He alghed, and gave hie head an upward toss, 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 his father. Monsieur le Baron; of Napoleon, the ycung officer at 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 Lafltte's story; and, more than once, a mist of tears dimmed the violet eyee, perhaps a moment before filled with Indignation. He said little in regard to his life with Lara, but told fully of the meeting with Grelolre, at Martinique, which had aroused his better self. At this, a small hand stole from its fellow's clasp, and was held out to him. He took it, and pressed his Ups 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 hla temporary loss of resolution after the descent upon Baratarla, and of its full renewal at Pierres death. As he described that scene In the moonlit cell, her tears flowed freely; and at sight of them a strange imlle touched fcafittes lips. Ah, my Pierre," he murmured, bending to lay bis face against the 's upon his grave, other eyes than thy Jean's can weep for thee! As he raised his head Ross de Case- - d t, wood-flowe- foster-brother- If he Is dead,' timid pale I violently cried, you have killed big black rings were un- der her eyes. Your master, she faltered. 'Have you found him yet? and I have I replied, No, searched everywhere. I am afraid, she said, that he la 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. I could have smiled any other time, he 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 pass; 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. 1 like them not they are rough. We were in the midst of one, where the gentlemen hold their swords up and the ladies pass beneath them. In a moment, I understand not yet how It happened, we all got bunched together. In the mix-umy 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 np) with a low bow of mock humility, walling his awkwardness and mak- . p hlml" wavi us, pushing back the crowd I forestalled the words debonairly. on his lips by crying gayly to Raoul Dwight: I have iron the wager; the 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 courteseyed 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 back. The men began making apologies for the fracas, and Raoul Dwight as if to make amends or his rudeness, born of pique, and as I afterward learned, desire to see If the locket which Mister Waters habitually vore contained the pledge of my hand, lingered to appease Lord Felton. I understood that Raoul Dwight was exI heard plaining about the paper. 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 Indeed, since he treasured It so; and If It were ever to come again under his notice he would destroy It And his information was punctuated with malicious chuckles. Which proved to me 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 for as I had the saying, he should never see it again. T did not look at my father, but 1 could feel his eyes follow ms 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 is much more to tell, much more! 1 thought to escape an Interview with him that night by spending it at lady Dwights. X 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 fiend incarnate when he pleases, also, he asked to ree the billet doux. Again I refused graciously but firmly. He was at a white heat with anger, and I was afraid that be would use force to wrench it from me. I should have known him better than that. He recovered himself and in Ms mort kuavo manner said tiowlv JUDGI NG Employed Somebody to "Break In His Shirts. The late Capt. Alfred Rice, the noted shad fisherman of the Delaware river, was no less remarkable for personal cleanliness than for his unshad equaled handling of the Fisherman mile-lon- g seine. Capt. Rice was not only clean and neat himself; he insisted upon cleanliness and neatness in his men. If i new man proved to be a sloven, h( very soon mended his ways under thi captains criticisms, or else he sough' another Job. There was a new man, one shaf season, who always wore a dirty whit shirt In shad fishing It Is best tf wear a black jersey. If, however, i white shirt is chosen, there Is no rea son why it should not be a clean one Bo, at least. Capt Rice thought He stood Lis new man's dirty whit shirts for a month. Then, calling tfit fisherman up to him, he said: "Friend who the deuce is it thal yon always get to wear your shirts the first week for you? Ijos Angelas Times. Wit Worth Overcharge. A commendable characteristic of W Douglas, governor of Massachm setts, is his enjoyment of a Joke on Mmself as much as on the other feh low. Not long ago he dropped Into I. a strange barber shop to have his scant hair trimmed. After the Jo tad been completed, the barber handed Mr. Douglas a check for fifty cents. "How's this?1! said Mr. Douglas. "Doesnt tbst sign over there say 'first-clas- s hair-cu- t for twenty-fiv- e cents'?" Yes yes. replied the barber, "but s hair. ;on haven't first-clas- Be-luch- e, J Jar2f ory, 1 fitt tory, Inasmuch as. fifteen days before at Ghent, a treaty of peace had been concluded between the United Staten and Great Britain. But the 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 lacking In discipline, 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 Britain's army, fresh from Its victories In Spain. History tells how much of Jackson's success was due to the loyalty. Intelligence and bravery of Lafltte and his Baratarians; It says, aside from this, tbat but for the warning and informs-- ' tlon given to the former by Lafltte, New Orleans could not have been saved. Gen. Jackson was quick to recognize 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 tribute to Lafltte: and Captains Dominique-Yo- u lately commanding privateers at Baratarla, with part of their for-- ! mer crews, and many brave citizens of New Orleans, were stationed at batteries Nos. I and 4. The general cannot avoid giving his warm approbation of the manner in which these gentlemen have uniform! conducted themcommand,: and selves while under of the gallantry wit1 which they have the redeemed the pledg they Te opening of the camE" the country. ClaiThe good feeling of borne and the citizens of Ke Jrleana toward Lafltte, and their appreciation of the loyal and Important services rendered by him, extended to all hla once outlawed followers; and President Madison, in his proclamation of pardon, used these words: But it has been represented that the offenders have manifested a sincere repentance; that they have abanA doned the woist cause for the support' , of the best; and particularly that they have exhibited in the defense of New Orleans unequivocal traits of courage and fidelity. Offenders who have refused to become the associates of the enemy in war, upon the most seducing terms of Invitation, and who have aided to repel his hostile Invasion of the i territory of the United States, can no longer be considered as objects ot, punishment, but as objects ot a generous forgiveness. Beluche deceived an Important rial appointment In South Amerl. and after th death of Domlniqtie-the city of New some years leans erected' monument to his m It Is true th ' some of the, ioi art an a relapsed venturous Bi suits; hut their their former led on i atlons were duo rxmtetari STlsm 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 or 1820, made a stronghold upon the site what Is now the city of Galveston In Texas. From this came one of the stories relating to Lafltte'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 be died in Yucatan. But a fourth story claims that he was, as late as 1830, seen In France, and that, some years after this, his widow was known to be living In s chateau near the upper bank of the Loire. Certain it Is that, with the sails of Che seated hereelf upon a fallen tree. the Black Petrel" turning slowly waa caught fiercely nean stretched out both hands to him. from the golden glow of the sunset, scant under-li'Captain Jean oh. Captain Jean, between the white teeth, as ahe saw near the land, to the cold gray of the Lafltte reach out one hand to clasp she sobbed, how could I have had far-of- f sea. and then to pearl, ere that of his oompanion, while with the such hard, wicked thoughts of you? It they faded from sight, vanished La1 other he cleared a huah from the path. surely was because never knew you fltte of Louisiana. Then they moved on, and were shut until no! make and thins that mar She looked down Into his face, filled "Thins thatman from aight by the trees. for perfect praise; Shape the Aha! I thought so! the Spanish with a light such as the face of Jean Fhock and strain and ruin are Friendlier than the smiling days. endbefore never Lafltte had shown. word girl said to herself, the last (The End.) Do yon know me now, little Rose? and turned aa away she a In sigh, ing If so, then it is well; for that la what began pacing the floor. Two Columns of Horseshoes. wished should be before I depart T hate him. and I ought to hate her. Iforever In the town of Fort Collins, Col., from Louisians. Hate her? No. I cannot do that, my the village blacksmith has created a Depart forever from Louisiana! sweet Rose. You are not responsible curious hut very appropriate sign. In for having the same fever that once he repeated; and the dismay In her fact, it represents not only his Indusvoice made his heart leap. conld who And me. help possessed hut the many years in which he care Would would try, misa you he you long ago loving you? As for him, And hla clasp tightened upon has been engaged In it I me? that understand plainly to ms gave On either side of the entrance to her imprisoned hands. friendmight claim nothing more than Rose my little Island Rose," he the shop are pillars which rise several ship from him. She laughed bitterly as that last said, seeking to look under the lashes feet above the roof. From a distance rose be- that swept her cheekri "when my they resemble box trees with the day on the Barra de Hierro to New Orleans and Jackson Is branches closely cut, to give them an fore her, bringing with It an Increase duty as ended it soon must be, I ornamental appearance. Aa a matter of ended, at cheeka thought her to color of shaU return to France, to he Monsieur of fact, the columns are composed ot maidenliness. of her past lack Meanwhile Rose de Casenean stood le Baron, my father's son. In the old discarded horseshoes. As each ia fully Languedoc chateau a thing mv n thirty feet in height and five feet in with Lafltte beside what seemed i from the wooden cross marking It to peror's love has made possible, and diameter, a faint conception may be will enable me to be nearer obtained of the immense number of b a grave. It waa a long, narrow which man I have shown you how 1 shoes utilized In the him, brilliant with rich mound, already them, constructing and the forest shut it lcved and still love. Will yon go with for each columns was built np by layme, little Rose, to he presented to from sight of the cabins. away ing the shoes one upon the other with as my baronne as my wife?" him motion of his fist sides in contact Through their Obeying silently the The tears were running from beshe seated herself upon a fauthe center of each column runs a neath lowered the lashes as she laid wooden na tree, where the moss, thick as a post and the novel structure her cheek against one of the hands has been formed by wiring the shoes rug, made a covering soft as velvet. that held her and s bird's own; song to Lafltte then sat down upon the ground thrilled out with it Joyous melody as he before herewith his back against the reached The construction of the sign was and drew her face to him. up hla a rest for mound, the cross making i There is an esatern legend telling begun when the shop was opened for bared head. when Paradise was fading from earth business. The columns have become This, little Rose. Is Pierre'a graveas an angel too heavy to he increased ia height plucked and saved a single world Pierre Lafltte, known to the ever rose, is Imbued and are anchored by iron bands to which, treasured, my brother; and never waa a brother with the walls of the hnilding. Scientific Immortal. fragrance he. lovable than or more true of heart American. To Is mortal sooner every or given, although not u drop of kindred blood later, s breath of this fragrance, Characteristic Portraiture. ran In our veina." which brings Joy beyond all that earth A young man In a neighboring town The listening girls amazement wan ran give. started in the livery business a few manliest not only In her face, but In This hour had surely brought to the weeks ago, and the first What! exclaimed, as she he did her voice, storm-tossesoul of Jean was to have a sign paintedthing Pierre Lafltte not your brother. Cap- Lafltte his representbreath of the angel's rose ing himself holding a mule tain Jean?" by the of Paradise, to abide, as a benediction bridle. He was whatrelation blood nor No at any particularly proud this stroke of business enterprise, and ever. Bnt of this I will tell you pres- of unspeakable peace, forever. Is, asked of his wife: ent!. What I wish to say nowlittle The battle of New Orleans had been Is that ant a good likeness of me? that he talked to me of you, Yes, she replied. It Is a perfect Rose, Just before he died; your name fought and won. It proved, so for as the result of picture of yon: but who is the fellow was the last that came from his Ups." I the wsr was affected, s needless vic ?- Sdinr she said In surprise. Mine? ItMIc" p wood-growth- s; J ever-battlin- g It |