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one of 'em was ready to swear that he
had never spoken the truth in all his
life. Nevermind. It was business, and
it was worth all it cost to see you do
it only I want you on the other'side
"Your name's StantonRobert Stan
ton. You're my old friend John
Olmstead's nephew. Your mother
was an OlmsteadMary Olmstead.
I used to know her. Used to
think she was an angel. Think so still,
even jU' she did refuse to marry me. It
almost killed me at the time, and it's
almost killed me ever since. You look
just like yonr mother, and, if you don't
mind I'd like to shake hands with you.
"Good gracious, man, it takes me
back again to Confound it, I'm pret
ty old for tears. I say, my daughter's
here with me. She's my sister's child.
I took her when her father and mother
died. Oh, I never married. No, indeed.
Seems you and she have met before.
She caught sight of you here and sent
me after you to ask if you wouldn't
come round and dine with us to-night.
Dinner's in one hour. Private lodgings.
All alone. No form. Here's the card.
And, I say, you'll excuse me now, won't
you? I must be getting back to her,
or she'll say I'm growing old and take
too long at doing errands. One hour.
Don't forget. Glad to have met you,
sir. Hope to see more of you." And he
Stanton watched as he disappeared in
the crowd, and, with a half-sigh, half
"If she thinks he is growing old she's
If the meeting had been the work
ing out of his own plans, Stanton ould
have carried his message on his tongue.
As it vtas, he held it more in deference,
waiting for an opportunity that was
slow to come.
"Your trip has changed jou till I
believe our friends at home will hard
ly know that it is really ypu," Miss
Braddon said, in response to a passing
compliment. "You wouldn't hare said
that a year ago. You'd just have looked
me over solemnly, and remarked: *Hm.
You must have been out of doors. You
have freckles on your nose.'
"I certainly had a vast collection of
disagreeable traits," Stanton replied,
seeing his first opportunity. "I've dis
covered some of them and been making
& struggle to dislodge them. I'm glad
if you see a change, for you knew me
at mv worst, and I'm heartily ashamed
of it. Any change at all must be for
"Oh, Mr. Stanton, what an idea!" she
exclaimed. "Of course I knew you at
your wors,t, but, truly, that worst was
so much better than the best I ever
knew of hosts of people who think
themselves Aer good, that 1 have al
ways considered you a remarkably
model man Papa s,a\ it's all because
jou're an Olmstead and couldn't be
anything else. And don't you think
we're all of us a little ashamed every
time we look back? I am. If I weren't
I shouldn't think I was making any
"You're comforting to say the least,"
Stanton replied, and was going on to
press the opportunity, when Miss Brad
"We saw by the paper that you were
soon to leave for home. What a lion
they will make of you!"
"Because you deserve it, of course."
"To be lionized."
"Xow. Mr. Stanton, if I didn't know
you I should think all sorts of things
but instead I'll begin and tell you all
about vt hat you know just as well as the
rest of us, only you don't see it in the
same light Didn't you make a great
hero of yourself when your steamer was
captured by pirates in the Gulf of
"Indeed I did not, Miss Braddon,"
Stanton exclaimed, and his cheeks
flushed. "I swung a rusty sword in the
face of a few Chinese cowards, and they
ran without a scratch. That was hero
"Of course I don't know all the pai
tieulars but I'm sure the king of Siam
thought so, or he wouldn't htne dec
orated you with an order The New
York papers thought so, or they'd not
have printed so much about it. The
British government thought so, or it
would not have remembered ittill\ou
reached London, two months ago. and
presented ou with a medal. But how
was it about your being almost Id-led
by a tiger, in India, while saving the
life of a littlenati\egirl? Therewas a
story printed about that, too."
"I was hardly hurt at all," Stantom-e
plied, thoroughly confused. "I simply
wanted the tiger's skin as a memento,
and I have it
With a merry laugh Miss Braddon
replied: "How fortunate for the little
girl that that was just the tiger whose
skin you wanted, and that you wanted
it at that \ery moment when it was
about to kill her! But what papa
thought most of was your address be
fore the Historical society of London,
when you gave them an old Babylonish
brick. He said he couldn't sec how a
lawyer could possibty know so much
Vainly Stanton endeavored to take
another step toward the end he had in
view. Before the evening was past Miss
Braddon had invited him to drive with
them to Vesuvius the next day, and to
sit in their box at the opera the ne\l
The second day was a failure, like the
first, so far as the message was con
cerned while with every atom of man
hood in him Stanton struggled to hold
himself back from what he knew would
be a fatal plunge into that bewildering
Why should she fascinate him till his
heart and brain reeled? No woman nad
so much as attracted him before and
now, of all times, when It must not be!
i*. -S& ^*A$
"Is it because she knows that I am
married and thinks herself safe?" he
asked himself. "I hope she ia Safe. If
not, surely 1 am not worthy of Esther
Thorndike's love. I don't know. Some
times when she looks at me that way,
though she were ready to put her
arms round my neck, I feel as if I could
throw away everything to run to her.
It would be throwing away everything,
and I will not do it."
Then he thought of ignominious
flight, but there was just one day left
before his intended departure from Na
ples. He determined to see it to the
end, true to himself and to his wife,
and if he still failed to find the oppor
tunity to give her the message he would
at least conduct himself in such away
that he might write it in a letter and
send it to her after he was gone, asking
her to deliver it.
He even decided to take the initiative,
and invited the banker and his daughter
to spend the last afternoon in a sail to
At the very last moment Mr. Braddon
declared that he did not much like the
water, and decided to remain at home.
A cold shiver crept over the young law
yer as he heard the announcement but
Miss Braddon had no intention of aban
doning the trip on her father's account.
With grim determination Stanton
clutched the door of his heart that
nothing should open it. It was a very
Miss Braddon had never made herself
so beautiful before. She had never been
so entertaining. The boatman was ac
customed to carrying lovers to Capri.
Of all the world the Bay of Naples is
the place for them. It is the beautiful
homo of love.
If Stanton had sought for opportuni
ties to say: "I love you," they were
without number but to deliver his mes
sage was utterly impossible.
The sails were filling to return when
Miss Braddon said, abruptly:
"Mr. Stanton, you are not really so
happy as you wish to seem. I wonder
if you would tell me why?"
"It is because I am not satisfied," he
replied, as abruptly.
"I was afraid, at the time, that it
would prove an irksome bondage, and I
am very sorry," she said, as though, in
all their conversation they liad spoken
of nothing else but that one subject
which had not once been mentioned.
"You were mistaken," Stanton re
Like a flash the dark eyes turned on
"Do you mean that it is not irksome?"
"Not in the way you mean," Stanton
"I hardly understand ou."
"Yet I very much wish that you did."
"Why in particular?"
"Because through \o is my only
hope of being understood where, of all,
1 am most anxious to be understood."
"Do you mean with Esther Thorn-
"Yes." "Why, you have never e\ en mentioned
"If I were not bound by a condition
that is a most irksome bondage, I
should have gone to her, direct, long
ago, instead of living in the hope that
in some way I might reach her through
"What would \ou have me sa\ to
"Tell hei that I am trjing to be a bet
ter man than when she saw me, and ask
her to give me freedom from the chains
she bound, and let me, as a man, come
to her. as a woman, and try to win her
"Trulj, Mi. Stanton, jou astonish
me. Is that what you have been think
ing of, all these dajs?"
"I could have had but one other
"To win your love."
"And that you do not care for?" she
asked, almost sadly, trailing a rope in
"That is not the question."
"It is for me, if I love you."
Stanton turned, slowly, till his eyes
rested full upon hers. His face was very
pale. It was more than he had ever
dared to dread. He knew that it meant
deathdeath to the hopes he had fos
tered and the dreams he had dreamed,
death to his self-respect, death to his
future. Yet he could most easily have
In a look if death there be,
Come, and I will look on thee.
His lips moved slovvlj, but they moved
steadily, with all the force of his will
behind them, as he replied:
"Anj living man who had the right
would be a blind fool not to love you
and long for your love."
"But \ou have not the right?"
"No." "Because you have a wife?"
"But do I not understand the arrange
ment, and does not Esther? And if you
asked her do you not think that she
would agree to some arrangement that
would set you free?"
"After she has seen me and known
me, if she cannot love me and be my real
wife and if for herself she wishes to be
free, she can say so. It is her right."
"Is it because you have discovered
that you really want a wife, a real
wife, and your sense of honor forces you
to hold the place open for her?"
"I think not."
"Surely you don't mean that you
think you love her?"
"I don't know."
"Did you ever see her face?"
"Have 3 on ever learned much about
"I know absolutely nothing but what
she and ou have told me."
"Well, i ou were not bound in honor
to her, fciu-elv for that one meeting you
would not still be thinking of her."
"Or perhaps we might have met again
and again, as the result of one meeting,
had it not been for that binding. At all
events, for that meeting I am indebted
to you, and by your help I hope to meet
"Surely you do not Jthink she loved
you, Mr. Stanton?" 'r
"I hope that she will love me, some
"Has no one tempted you to let slip
such a slender thread as that?"
"It must be stronger than it seems,
for no one has tempted meno one but
the woman to whom I have come for
help to win my wife,"
The boat was close upon the landing
stage. The carriage was already wait
ing there. As they stepped on shore
Miss Braddon turned abruptly, and
"If you and Esther should try'to be
more to each other, and fail, it would
be worse than it Is now. You cannot
possibly be sure that you love her, I
will tell her all I know, but let it rest
this way. You said that you were to
reach home on the 6th of December.
It is the first anniversary of the mar
riage. Think it over till then. If you
feel as you have said to-day, send some
flowers to papa's bank for her that day.
If you find that you have a single doubt,
oh, I beg of you, for her sake, not to
do it. She wall think it over, too, and if
the flowers come to her she will send
some message to your home in Brook
lyn, telling you what she feels in her
heart is best. If you do not send the
flowers, it will only be that you wish to
be honest and true. If she returns some
message which you do not wish, re
member it is because she, too, is trying
to be honest with herself and you.
"Now, don't think it rude in me. I
am only a woman, and I want to be
alone. Y'ou have said good-by to papa.
Please let me say it right here and may
the best of life be yours always!"
Before he could speak, she was gone.
Stanton stood in bewildered astonish
ment and watched the carriage drive
At least she was not angry. She did
not look it. Yet the carriage disap
peared and she had not looked back,
Her last words were still ringing in
his ears as Stanton took a worn card
from his pocket and read: "May the
best of life be yours, always! Esther
He replaced it with a troubled sigh
and turned his face toward America.
On the afternoon of the 5th of De
cember, 1893, Stanton stood upon the
wharf at New York.
He went first to a florist's. Then re
peating Miss Braddon's words, "I want
to be alone," he went to a hotel and took
a room without registering.
It was a useless precaution, however,
for the morning papers announced his
arrival in a way to indicate Miss Brad
don's prophecy correct.
His office was besieged when he
reached it in the morning. He was
astonished that business men could be
so cordial. In spite of every effort, it
was noon before he reached his home,
where Sam and his wife made their
timid greetings as expressive as they
Thev were amazed by the heartv re
sponse they received, for since his baby
days they had never known the young
master say so much and say it so kind
ly to them.
There were many messages and
cards of welcome. Dr. Borden had al
ready called, and left word that he
should call again. The good man might
chide his friend if he thought him in
the rong, but he was enough of a true
man to be all the more his friend for
One envelope Stanton caught eagerly
from the pile and with it hurried to his
room. There he opened it and in blank
astonishment stood staring at the card
Across the center was the name "Es-
ther Thorndike." In the corner was
Mr. Braddon's home address, and above
the name was written: "Jeremiah 40:4."
"She might have said what she had
to say without the help of Jeremiah,"
he muttered, and, folding his arms,
stood looking down at the little card
as it lay on the table. It must have
been for some time that he stood there,
and the knife was cutting deep, for
tears glistened in his eyes, when a tap
on the door roused Mm and Sam's white
Sam had come with a simple message
from his wife concerning the hour
when the master would have the first
meal ser\ ed but the sight of the mas
ter's face obliterated it, simple as it
was, and to an incoherent effort on
Sam's part to say something, Stanton
"Bring me a Bible, Sam."
Sam's wife stood anxiouslv waiting
at the foot of the stairs, for she pro
posed to have that first meal the master
piece of her life.
"He don't seem to want to eat, M'ria,"
Sam said, when he was safely landed at
the bottom. "His arms was folded and
his hair standin' up, and when I asked
him how 'twould be 'bout eatin', says
he: 'Bring me a Bible, Sam.' Now, do
you go fish one up, M'ria, an' fish it live
ly for he didn't look like he cared to
wait for one to grow out in the garden."
The good woman knew the locality
of everything in the house except the
books. Books without pictures had no
charms for her.
It happened, however, that there was
one Bible, a colossal affair, overbur
dened with illustrations, resting upon
a plush cushion, under embroidered
velvet, in the library. In calmer mo
ments she might have recalled the
whereabouts of some smaller copy, for
there were Bibles enough about the
house but her mind was centered on
soups, broiled chicken and condiments,
pies, cakes and puddings, with bread
turned upside down in the oven for just
a last touch of brown on the bottom.
She recalled only this one copy, and
started for it at a rolling waddle which
really was not resultant in such rapid
transit as her ordinary gait, but was
more in harmony with the general-idea
She dusted the huge volume with her
apron and came back to Sam, bending
under the burden.
"When the vernc was fouuci. Stanton
unconscioush read aloud. The print
was colossal in common, instinctive
consistency, a silent perusal would not
hive coped with it.
When Sam returned to bis waiting
wife he said:
"Now, M'ria, you mark my words.
What with vvanderin' in ungodly parts,
'mong pirates an' tigers an' heathen
kings an' old bricks, as you've read
about in the papers, that oung man
has gone daft. He just made them
leaves fly till'he struck what he wanted,
an'^ then he read out to me 'bout chains
an^ Babylon an' Christopher Columbus,
an^ up he jumped and down thwn stairs
an' out doors like a rat with a cat be-
*'Sho, Samuel!" his wife said, strug
gling to be calm. "Might be you was a
leetle daft yourself. Christopher Co
lumbus ain't one o' the Bible folks.
You know that, Samuel."
"I'm not so sure I do, M'ria," Sam
said, doubtfully. "I know he come on
Sam stood speechless at the open door.
later, but I have my doubts if he didn't
take his name outer the Bible, same's
I did. He read it all out plain, and the
very last was Christopher Columbus.
Book's open just as he left it, M'ria.
You just go see."
M'ria climbed the *tairs and studied
and studied till she came to the verse
which Sam recognized.
"That's it! That's it!" he exclaimed.
"Now begin back and read it all."
So M'ria read, slowly and solemnly,
as was befitting one who could not read
well at the best, and was reading from
"And now, behold, I loose thee this
day from the chains which were upon
thine hand. If it seem good unto thee
to come with me into Babylon, come,
and I will look well unto thee but if it
seem ill unto thee to come with me into
Bab\lon, forbear behold, all the land
is before thee whither it seemeth good
and convenient for thee to go, thither
go." But there was never a word con
cerning Christopher Columbus at the
Close, and the good wife remarked, as
main and mam a time she had done
"Samuel, I told jou so."
In the meantime Stanton had crossed
the city of Brooklyn and found the door
of Thaddeus Braddon's mansion opened
for him by the banker's daughter, even
before he rang the bell.
He nevei knew preeiselj what took
place, but he always remembered the
flash of the diamond set in pearls, and
"I didn't want to love jou. I didn't
want to love anyone. I ran away from
you in Jerusalem and Paris, for, until
jou bowed to me in Naples, I felt sure
that jou must have found out who it
was. and I knew that if jou looked into
my ej es, thej would betrav me and you
would know that 1that I was only a
woman and I loved you."
Uncle Bill's Ideas.
As a rule when time hangs heavily
on a man he pawns it.
When a man loses confidence he
usually finds disappointment.
A barber talks because he likes to
scrape an acquaintance.
A word to a man who thinks he's wise
is generally considered an insult.
of the Mine!
How one woman's wit was pitted
against another'show the "modern
financier" andhis unscrupulous methods
are balkedand how the cause of right
and justice finally triumphsalthough
only by a hair's breadthall is related
in our new story.
READ IT AND SEE,
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