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Show lovs thorn, H has nobis Impulses. Such a man can be appealed to. "Mrs. Hamilton, you are the one to make the appeal." Oh. I cannot. There Is a reserve net ween us that no words of mine can bridge. When in his presence I for- THE MISSING MAN Oatarriaht. 1191, br CHAPTER XXII. Continuad. Much had been said regarding the motlvea of his client, but Mr. Steveni contended they were manifestly as great on the part of the defendant. There was no doubt he had become enamored with his brother's wife and he had decided to possess her for his own. He had repeatedly urged marriage, but not until after the ceath of Lenora, who had been mur-dere-d to remove so dangerous a witness to his past. When he became convinced that the workman called Primus Edes was no other than the true Vane Hamilton, there was but one course open. He must renounce his claims or remove the true owner. He chose the latter. The shot was either fired by his own hand or by hts emissary, Solomon Marks, who was a fit tool for any such emergency. The Judge was very impressive In his summary of the case, which he said was different from any other on record. He not only reviewed the evidence' on both sides as usual, setting forth the claims of each and explaining corroborating and collateral evidence, but he spoke of the gross charges which would be made afterwards of forgery, perjury, and perhaps murder, against the person who sustained defeat. He solemnly charged them, therefore,' to deliberate long and wisely before deciding, that the gravest conviction of duty and Justice called upon the best and wisest faculties of the human mind to aid them In a decision like this, upon which rested such great and unusual Issues. It was not alone a question of property, but of family and of life and death. Therefore, let them deliberate well before deciding. e Two nights and a day passed a decision was reached, and then it was In favor of the present Incumbent of the Hamilton estates, who was declared to be the true and legal owner, Vane Hamilton; and an order for the arrest of Henry Ashley, alias Primus Edes, was filed by the order of be-or- war-captai- . By MARY R. P. HATCH Author of NTho Bank Tragedy" get everything but that he has robbed me of happiness. At other times I can think of him as unfortunate Im Mi he'd git the case. But, Lor sake! there ain't no Justice In the land." CHAPTER XXIII. Undercurrents., That evening the Rev. Arthur sat by his study table trying to fix his mind upon the sermon he was writing, but It would wander In spite of himself to the sceue In court, Ham-merl- y peculiarly trying to one of his sensibilities; for he could but pity the pale, shrinking woman whose trials were laid bare to the public gase, tnd he could but pity the one who had lost the suit, whether guilty or Innocent, for his heart was a merciful one. So when a timid knock came to his ears he welcomed it as a diversion tram troublesome thought, and wheeled from the table Just as a lady entered In response to his Invitation. It was Mrs. Hamilton. The minister arose and bowed hastily and In some confusion. "Can I do anything for you?" he I will, If 1 can. said, earnestly. "Oh, 1 dont know, I dont know! vhe cried. I came to you for I have no one else to go to. I want some one to advise me who Is very wise and good, and I know of no one but you." I am not very wise nor good, he said gently, "but I will do my best to nil you In any way that 1 can. "I dont know that you can aid me,' or that any one can. I dont know what to do. I. have been so terribly shocked the past week. I have heard such dreadful things said about- my conduct, and you may think me very wicked. But Indeed I am not. I have tried to do Just right," and she looked up piteously as a child might into the minister's face. Never before had he seen' her stirred from her usual aueenly bearing, and the sight moved him as nothing else could. I know It. he 'said, soothingly, you have tried to do Just right. But may you not have been mistaken? No. I am not mistaken. I am and to be pitied. I will talk with him, then, for you, and do what I can," said the minister. Oh, thank you, thank you! she T sometimes think said, gratefully. there was never so unhappy a woman as I. Torn from my husband, and forbidden to mourn, because the belief Is general that he Is not my And to be called unfaithful I, the most faithful of wives! 'It Is, Indeed, hard, said the minis ter. Whether right or wrong In your )ellef, I know your heart Is true. "Your faith In me is a great com-- , fort, she said, lifting her eyes earnestly to his face. You will see him and do what you cn?" Yes. I will see him, and do what I can. And then' Mrs. Hamilton left the study, and the minister thrust. his sermon one side and bent, his head n deep thought. How could he touch this man. If he were the impostor. Mrs. Hamilton conceived him to be? Could he do it? Could any one? He doubted It Still, he would- try. It was not iate; barely nine o'clock. He would go that very night. Changing his dressing gown for a coat, and making some other trilling alterations in his dress, he set out on his errand, andf soon reached the Hamilton residence. He rang the bell and was admitted Into the hall, which held a few boxes and a trunk. Mr. Carter and Mr. Hamilton came to greet him, and the former said, as he stepped over a box: "Vane Is going to the hotel, for he w'U not keep Constance from her home any longer. He is a noble fellow, Mr. Hammerly." The minister felt a chill creep over his resolution, but only for a moment Whether she was right or not, he would kep his promise to Mrs. Hamilton, and as soon as Mr. Carter left the room, excusing himself on account of some duty, Mr. Hammerley broached his errand. I do not say, Mr. Hamilton, that you are not what you seem, but I came simply at the request of Mrs. Hamilton, who really believes that you are not her husband. It Is her solemn conviction, and It is cruelly unjust to rank her with the many unfaithful wives, some of whom might make pretences such as have been ascribed to her. You, surely, do .not think her capable of such brother's curse will rest upon you to the end I the Judge, upon the charge of forgery, more firmly convinced than ever, know he Is not my husband, and nothperjury and embezzlement. When the decision was made known ing shall Induce me to say otherwise. How can you be so sure? It would have been hard to tell which How can I be so sure? You never face was more pallid of the two men the one who had just been declared loved, or you would know. I should guilty or the one who bad gained the know my husband's soul In any body if he claimed me. I did not know at suit. For a moment they turned to gaze first because he did not recognize me, into each other's facts,, while a shade but when he did I was sure. I tried of acute 'regret passed over that of not to be precipitate, but all the time the one declared to be Vane. Hamil- l knew knew. But the other man looks more like ton, but on the other a look of teryour husband." rible anger rested. Ah, but his soul is a stranger to "Do not think," he cried In thrillmy soul, and she looked up in an be ever will "that you accents, ing earnest, almost wild manner that 'allowed to enjoy your possessions. Our mother's spirit will touched him greatly. Do you mean to appeal for anprevent that. You will never know a other trial? moment's peace, and a brother's curse No, It would do no good. will rest upon you to the end. Rewhat can be done?" "Then member my words. As for Justice, I don't know, unless you appeal looking about the court room and cov- to him." ering with his gaze the judge and "I appeal to him? jurymen, there Is no such thing." Yes, to the man who has frauducoldwill the said do, Judge, That got possession of our home, lently ly, "you have nothing to complain of, and the prisoner occompanled the You are a good man and might know of some way to touch his heart. You sheriff from the court house. Mrs. Hamilton, leaning on the arm are very persuasive, very eloquent." "But If he Is such a man as you of Mrs. Fry, went to the latter's house, him? think for she would not enter her house Still, there Is some vulnerable while tenanted as It was. There was no doubt, thought Mrs. Fry, that she place In his soul. This is in every really did believe that the man now a one, I think. To doubt it would be prisoner was In reality her husband; to doubt the good Father. Would he, hut the good lady herself had had her do you think, allow any of his creamental faculties so played upon at tures to be so depraved that they the trial that It almost seemed as if could not be redeemed from sin? This man must be the twin brother she herself were another person. T wouldn't resk any case at court, of my husband, and he must have not one single minute, she said to good In his nature still; for his parDan. "One lawyer gits up an' proves ents were good people, and wicked It all out that his man Is Vane Hamil- environment cannot quite change, ton, so you see It Is all Jest as easy quite pervert, a noble nature, can it? as print. Then another lawyer gits Perhaps not. Still you cannot np and kicks the bucket over an', conceive of the difference between proves that the first la all a turrihle good bringing up and the reverse. Belie, though hes master polite about fore I came here I was engaged In it. His man Is Vane Hamilton, an missionary work that brought me In he. explains It all out Jest as plain contact with the most degraded peoand easy as t'other did, only dlreck ple. They actually had no conception contr'y. It's my private 'pinion them of goodness, no belief In a better life. people seemed good, they deemed jurymen didn't know no more 'bout If It than I did; tenny rate they looked It hypocrisy. They would laugh to puzzled as could be after Mr. Stevens scorn any appeals to conscience, for 'Fore they literally seemed to have none. got up and spoke h'.s piece. then 1 was purty sun EdAs had the Such people deserve the profound-ca- t worst oii't, but I was dreflle sorry for rlty But he Is not like that. He is edu'Im, but after Mr. Stevens showed cut how that sh!ry came, an' Jest cated. he is capable of affection; my I was Jest sure. children love him, and he appears to how It all hn!in A . hua-Lun- - baseness? "No. I think she is sincere In her She is a noble woman, inbelief. capable of such an act. It was not my wish to have her name dragged before the public ss It was, but one cannot do as he would at such times. "Mrs. Hamilton Is convinced that you are her husband's brother, that you have been led almost' without volition of your own to wicked courses which are at variance with your real nature. She thinks, with different environments you would have been a different man. What else does she say? asked Mr. Hamilton, as the minister paused. She wished me to appeal to you to give her back her happiness. She is very miserable; very much changed from the happy woman I first knew when I came to Grovedale. She Is a rare woman; one amjng a thousand." You are right She Is one among a thousand. Would you give up such a woman? I?" The ministers hot face flushed with emotion. (To be continued.) Victor Herbert and Fritzi Scheff. Victor Herbert, composer of Mile. Modiste, In which Miss Fritzi Scheff is appearing, has an assistant whose name is Carl Fritzle. It Is Mr. duty to look after the music, play In the orchestra, and act as an assistant to the composer. During a rehearsal of Mile. Modiste" Mr. Herbert wanted his assistant and called loudly: "Fritzle! Fritzle! Where are you, Fritzle? Miss Scheff was In her dressing room, but she heard Mr. Herbert's call. A moment later her maid appeared on the stage and said to Mr. Miss Schells compliments Herbert: Frit-zle'- s & S RCRjOCKETT. -'fidJ&v- e Tieiafdiydda (Copyright, 1UI, UN, by 8. K. Crockett.) Boris and Jorlan silently CHAPTER XXXI. signified their obedience and readiness to serve Theresa's Last Secret. her. Then she gave them their InIt was approaching ten of the clock structions. Boris and Jorlan had already visited You will conduct me past the city all the posts, and were now ready to guards, out through the gates, and make their venture with Theresa von take me towards the- camp of the Lnar. Prince of Muscovy. There you will No fools like oM fools! grumbled leave me, and I shall be met by one Jorlan ntlously, as he buckled on who In like manner will lead me his carnaw 4 breastplate, that could through the enemys posts. shed aa'du uolts, quarrels and even bulAnd when shall you return, my lets rrom powder guns as the prow of Lady Theresa? We will wait for you!" vessel sheds the waves to either side Thank you, gentlemen. You need in a good northerly wind. not wait. I shall not return!" Not return?" cried Jorlan and Boris Tls you should know, retorted Boris, being both old and a fool. together, greatly astonished. 'A man is known by the company No," said Theresa, very slowly and he keeps! answered Jorlan. quietly, her eyes set on the darkness. I "Hear ye, Captains of Plassenburg. I Ah!" sighed his companion, would that I had the choosing of the will give you my mind. You are trusty men, and can, as I have proved, hold company I am to keep this night! And I! assented Jorlan, looking your own counsel. solemn for once as he thought of pretBoris and J&Ian nodded. There was no difficulty about that. ty Martha Pappenhelm. Good! they said together as of old. Well, we do It from a good motive, said Boris; that Is one comfort. And Listen, then, Theresa went on. if we lose our lives, Prince Conrad will "You know, and I know, that unless order many masses (they will need to quick succor come, the city is doomed. be very many) for your souls peace You are men and soldiers, and whether and good quittance from purgatory!" ye make an end amid the din of battle, Humph! said Jorlan, as if he did or escape for this time, la a matter not see much comfort In that, I would wherewith ye do not trouble your rather have a box on the ear from Mar- minds till the time cornea But for me, tha Pappenhelm than all the matins of be it known to you that I am the widall the priests that ever sung laud! ow of Henry the Lion of Kernsberg. Canst have that and welcome If My sod Maurice Is the true heir to the her sister will do as well!" cried Anna, Dukedom. Yet, being bound by an oath as the two men went out Into the long sworn to the man who made me his stone passage. wife, I have never claimed the throne t 'Oh! I my hpnd against for him. But now Joan his sister that hard helmet. It serves me right knows, and out of her great heart she for listening! Marthe! she looked swears that she will give up the about for her sister before turning to Duchy to him. If, therefore, the city Is the soldiers. taken, the Muscovite will slay my son, she slay him by their hellish tortures, as "See, I have hurt my hand, added. they have sworn to do for the despite Then she made the tears well up In he put upon Prince Ivan. And his wife, her eyes by an art of the tongue she the Princess Margaret, will die of grief had. when they carry her to Moscow to Kiss It well, Marthe! she said, make a bride of a widow. Joan will be looking up at her sister as she came a prisoner, Conrad either dead or a along the passage swinging a lantern priest, and Kernsberg, the heritage of as carelessly as If there were not a Henry the Lion, a fief of the Czar. Muscovite In the world. There Is no help In any. Your Prince But Boris forestalled the newcomer would succor, but it lakes time to raise and caught the small white hand in the country, and long ere he can cross the soft leathern grip of his palm the frontier the Russian will have worked his will In Courtland. Now I ifhere the mall stopped. I will do that better than any sis- see a way a womans way. And If I ter! he said. fall In the doing of It, well I but go "That, indeed, you cannot; for only to meet him for the sake of whose the kiss of love can make a hurt bet- children I freely give my life. In this ter! bear me witness. s. hand. Then between them and on Jcot the watchers saw another man stand, a dark shadow against the watchflres. He came straight towards Theresa as If he expected a visitor. The two men in hiding saw him take her hand as a host might that of an honored guest, kiss it reverently, and then lead her up the little hill to where the sentinels waited motionless on their horses. So soon as the pair had passed within the lines, their figures and the Cossack salute momentarily silhouetted against the watchflres, the horsemen resumed their monotonous ride. By this time .Jorisn's head was above the bushes and his eyes stood well-nigout of his head. Down, fool!" growled Boris, taking him by the legs and pulling him fiat; the Cossacks will see you! 'Boris, gasped Jorlan, who had descended so rapidly that the fall and the weight of his plate had driven the wind out of him, I know that fellow. 1 have seen him before. It is Prince Wasps physician. Alexis the Deacon. h have-hur- . Well, then, I love you! saliPBoris, who did his wooing plainly. And did not kiss her hand. Meanwhile the others had wandered end of the passage and now stood at the turnpike staircase, the light of Martha Pappenhelm's lantern making a dim haze of light about be them. Anna looked at Boris as often as she could. You really love me? she questioned. No, you cannot; you have known me too brief a time. Besides, this is no time to speak of love, with the enemy at the gates! Tush! said Boris, with the roughness which Anna had looked for In vain among all the youth of Courtland. I tell you girl. It la the time. You and I are no Courtlanders, God be thanked! In a little while I shall ride away back to Plassenburg, which Is a place where men live. I shall not go alone. You, little Anna, shall come, too! You are not deceiving me? she murmured, looking up upon occasion. "There Is none at Plassenburg whom you love at all? I have never loved any woman but you! said Boris, settling his by adding mentally, "though I may have thought I did when I told them so. "Nor I any man! said Anna, softly meditative, making, however, a similar addition. Thus Greek met Greek, and both were very happy In the belief that - If you please, sir, and will you please not address her by her first name In the presence of the company? Mr. Herbert has therefore decided to call his assistant Carl to avoid future misunderstandings between Mr. Fritzle and Miss Fritzi. Madam, said Boris, gravely, "we are but plain soldiers. We pretend not to understand the great matters of state of which you speak. But rest assured that we will serve you with our lives, bear true witness, and In all things obey your word Implicitly. Without difficulty they passed through the streets and warded gates. They plunged into the darkness of the outer night. At first In the swirl of the storm the three could see nothing; but gradually the watchflres of the Muscovite came out like stars on the rising grounds on both sides of the Alla. Presently they began to descend Into the valley, the feet of the men clinking upon the thick-sow- n Iron-sho- d stones. Theresa walked silently, steeped In thought, laying a hand on arm or shoulder as she had occasion. Suddenly tall Boris stopped dead and with a sweep of his arm halted the others. There! he whispered, pointing upward. And against the glow thrown from behind a ridge they could see a pair of Cossacks riding to snd fro ceaselessly, dark against the ruddy sky. "Captains Boris and Jorlan, Theresa was speaking with quietness, raising her voice just enough to make herself heard over the roar of the wind overhead, for the nook In which they presently found themselves was sheltered, "I bid you adieu it may be farewell. You have done nobly and like two valiant captains who were fit to war with Henry the Lion. I thank you. You will bear me faithful witness In the things of which I have spoken to you. Take this ring from me, not In recompense, but In memory. It Is a bauble worth any lady's acceptance. And you this dagger. She took two from within her mantle, and gave one to Jorlan. It is rood steel and will not fall you. The fellow of It I will keep! as you have commanded, so will we do! And as they had been bidden they withdrew into a clump of willow and alder. Yonder woman Is braver than you or I, Jorlan, said Boris, as crouching they watched her climb the ridge. Which of us would do as much for any on the eartL?" After all. It Is for her son. If you Good for Headache. Johnny Ray, who Is starring with his wife in Down the Pike, lives In Cleveland, owns a large amount of real estate there and is s f enthusiastic horseman. His prouftest possession Is a string of trotters, including Sentinel Belle and Nanco. When In New York this fall Ray met an actor on Broadway who looked a long way her gown and blew upon It shrilly In a lull of the storm. At the sound the could see the Cossacks drop their lancos and pause In their unwearylug ride. They appeared to listen eagerly, and upon 'he whistle being repeated one of them threw up a Be patient." their own was the only mental reser- vation. had children, who can say ?" Whether I may have children or no concerns you not, returned Boris, who seemed unaccountably ruffled. I only know that I would not throw away my life for a bakers dozen of Came straight toward Theresa. I remember him In Courtland whom first we came thither! "Well, and what of that? grunted Boris, staring at the little detached ' flame which tongues of willow-lea- f were blown upward from the Muscm vlte watchflres. What of that, man?" retorted Boris. "Why, only this. We have been duped. She was a traitress, after alL This has been planned a long while." Traitress or saint. It is none of our We said Boris grimly. business, had better get ourselves within the walls of Courtland, and say nothing to, any of this nights work!" At any rate, added the long mail as an afterthought, I have the ring. It will be a rare gift for Anna. Jorlan looked ruefully at his dagger, holding It between the rustling alder leaves, so as to catch the light from the watchflres. The red glow fell on a jewel in the hilt Tls a pretty toy enough, but how can I give that to Marthe? It Is not a fit keepsake for a lady I Well, said Boris, suddenly appeased, "I will barter you for it I am not so sure that my pretty spitfire would not rather have It than any ring I could give her. Shall we exchange? But we promised to keep them as souvenirs? urged Jorlan, whose conOne does, science smote him slightly. not tell lies to a lady at least where one can help it It depends upon the lady! said Boris, practically. "You can tell your Marthe the truth. I will please myself with Anna. Hand over the dagger. So wholly devoid of sentiment are when they deil with keepsakes. (To be continued.) war-captai- Bryan on Ruthless Selfishness. "Selfishness, a ruthless selfishness, consideration for none but ourselves. Is the great trouble with many of our captains of Industry, said William Jennings Bryan at a dinner In MilwauIf the thing keeps on we shall kee. develop an aristocracy as hard and unsympathetic and cruel as that which a certain count once typified. This count traveled by the train de luxe from Paris to Monte Carlo, and on his arrival at the gayest and most beautiful of the Riviera towns he sent for his valet. The valet, it seems, had preceded him on the Journey, but the train had been wrecked and the poor fellow killed. This was explained to the count by his courier, who ended the sad tale with the words: 'Alas! sir, I looked my last upon poor Francois two hours ago. His corpse lies on the outskirts of Mentone, cut In a hundred pieces. 'Oh, very well," said the count 'Just go back and fetch me the piece PhlV that contains my trunk keys. adelphla Record. Attired In her cloak of blue, with the them!" Upon the skyline Theresa von Lynar pulled low over her face, Theresa von Lynar was waiting for Boris stood a moment looking backward to down on his luck." l. What's wrong, old man? queried and Jorlan at the door of the She motioned them backward with her hand. Johnny; up against it? I thank you for tout fidelity," she Hard." Abide there among bushes till you said quickly. I have great need of see a man come out to meet me. Then Been playing the ponies? I put a great secret In your depart, and till you have good reason you. Worse! I bought one! bands. I could not ask one of the fol keep the last secret of Theresa, wife of "What was the piker's name? lowers of Prince Conrad, nor yet a sol- Henry the Lion of Kernsberg and "Menthol. dier of the Duchess Joan, lest when "Good for headache, eh? ( Boris and Jorlan bowed themselves Flue! Dropped every cent I'd saved that Is done which shall be done tofor a year on him. My head hasn't night. the Prince or the Duchess as low as the straltness of their armor should be held blameworthy, having would permit. , stopped aching yet. most to gain nr lose. But you are of We thank you. madam. they said ; A merely fallen eremy may rise Plassenburg and will bear me wit make sure that her Iate escort was hidden. Then she took a whistle from zlna. one Is truly ness! again, but rh Sch'.Vi r vanquished. hood market-hospita- ""I She Mads No Mistake. It was my first experience at one o' them afternoon teas, said Aunt Maria Blake on her return from a visit in the city, but I kep' my eyes open an watched the others an' I don't think I made any mistakes, even if I ain't used to the ways of city folks. I never sea anything purtier than the refreshment tables was, a f tricked out with ribbons and flowers, and theyd sandwiches all rolled up and tied with narrer pink ribbon. Just think! And what was the ribbon for? asked the listener. Why. I reckon It was to eat lewsfr wise I et mine!" Llpplacott's Matgr - |
