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TO THE KING MY SON.
My darting boy, my darling boyl
God pave thcc unto ma
To teach me life" dlvlnest Joy
Love's purest ccstacy.
While throuj: h the windows of thine cye
1 catch a jjUuipse of 1'arodise.
Ah. hippy, prattling, laughing sprite!
Sly Kin? by riffht dlvlnol
Thou rulot with a love born mijrh
Tu bend all hearts to thine,
Till conquered uihiii every hand
We live alone for thy command.
My dariine boy, my darling boyl
ISod givo It unto mo
To krop theo f reo from earth's alloy
1 Jfe' every misery:
To loud theo till thy manhood's rhio
Shall piorco lieyoud earth's mortal days.
Ah. then, thou prattling, laughing gpritol
True King, of riirbt dliine
Tliou "till ciialt rule with love-born might
To bind all hearts to thine.
Till last the lncenoof Jut pralsa
Kmbalm the memory of thv days.
Eiyv ir. It. WiiUaiiu. in Current.
A Well-Told Story of Continuous
and Absorbing- Intorfat
ii r Hugh ioxwai.
CHAPTER XIIL OosTistTED.
Petroff supported him, and Macari at
last suddenly yielded, with the stipula
tion that I should be disposed of in the
manner already related. Had tho
means been at hand, I should have been
drugged at once; as it was, the old
servant, who as yet knew nothing of tho
tragedy which had taken place, was
routed up and sent out in search of tho
needful draught. Tho accomplices
dared not let me leave their sight, so I
was compelled to sit and listen to all
Why did Cencri not denounce the
murder? Why was he, at least, an ac
cessory after the crime? I can only be
lieve that he was a worse man than he
confessed himself to be, or that he
trembled at his share in the transaction.
After all, he had been planning a crime
almost as black, and when tho truth as
to the trut monev was known, no jury
in the world would have acquitted him.
Perhaps both heandPctroff held human
life lightly; their hands were certainly
not clean from political assassinations!
Feeling that a trial must go hard with
them, thev threw their lot in with Ma
cari's anil at once set.about ballling in
piiry ami hiding all traces of the crime.
.Now that they were all sailing in the
same boat, they had little doubt of suc
cess. Teresa was perforce taken into
their confidence. This was no matter,
as devoted to Ccneri. she would have
aided in a dozen murders had her mas
ter decreed tliem. First of all, they
must get rid of me. Petroff for Cenefi
would not trust me in Macari's hands
went out and found a belated cab. For
a handsome consideration the driver
consented to lend it to him for an hour
and a half. It was still night, so there
was no diffiulty in carrying my sense
Jess form to it without observation.
F"etroff drove off, and having depos
ited me in a by-way a long distance
from the house, returned the cab to its
owner and rejoined his companions.
And now for Pauline. Her moans
had gradually died away, and she lay
in a death-like stupor. "The great dan
ger to the accomplices would bo from
lier. Until she recovered nothing could
be done save to carrv her to her room
and place her under Teresa's charge.
When she awoke they must decide what
cour-c to pursue.
Hut the pressing thing was how to
make away with the dead body of the
murdered man. All sorts of plans were
discussed, until one at last was adopted
the very audacity of which no doubt
made it a success. They were now
growing desperate and prepared to risk
Early in the morning a letter was
dispaU'hed to Anthony's lodging, say
ing that Mr. March "had been taken
seriously ill tho night before, and waj
at his uncle's. This served to stop any
-inquirv from that quarter. In the mean
time the poor young fellow had been
laid out as decently as possible, and
with everything that could be done to
suggest a natural death. A doctor's
certificate of death was then forged.
Ceneri did not tell mo how the form
was obtained. The man he got it from
knew nothing of its object An under
taker was then ordered to send a coffin
and deal case for tho same the next
night. The body, in Ceneri's presence,
was simply placed inside it, with none
of the usual paraphernalia, the reason
given for such apparent indecency be
ing that it was only a temporary
arrangement, as it was to be taken
abroad for interment The undertaker
marveled, but being well paid, held his
peace. Then, by the aid of the forged
certificate, tho proper formalities were
complied with, and in two days1 time
the three men, in the garb of mourners,
v ere traveling to Italy with the body of
their victim. There was nothing to
6top them, nothing suspicious in their
manner or in tho circumstances of the
case. They actually took the coffin to
the town where Anthony's mother died,
and they buried the son by the side of
the mother, with his name" and the date
of his death recorded on tho stone. Then
they felt safe from everybody except
They were safe even from her. When
she at last woke from her stupor, even
Teresa could see that something had
gone wrong. She said nothing about
the scene she had witnessed; she asked
no questions. Her past had vanished.
According to instructions given her,
Teresa, as soon as possible, took her to
Ccneri in Italy, and he saw that Mac
ari's crime had deprived the brother oi
life and the sister of reason.
No search or inquiry was made for
Anthony March. Carrying out his bold
plan to the very letter, Ceneri instruct
ed an agent to take possession of his
few personal effects at his lodgings, and
to inform the people there thathe had
died at his house and been taken to
Italy to be buried with his mother. A
few friends for a while regretted a com
panion, and there was an end of the af
fair. Nothing having been heard ot
the blind man, it was supposed he had
been wise enough to keep his own coun
sel. Months and months passed by, whilst
Pauline remained in the same state.
Titresa took chargo of her and lived
with her in Turin until that time when
I saw tliem at St Giovanni. Ccneri.
who had no fixed home, saw little of
the girl. His presence did not awaken
any painful recollections in her mind,
but to him the sight of his niece
was unbearable. It recalled what he
was eager to forget She never seemed
happy in Italy; in her uncertain way
j-he was pining for England. Anxious
to get her out of his sight he had con-senu-d
that Teresa should take her tc
London had, in fact come to Turin
flint TiiT-t!fiilir iffiv In irmncrn no tr.
their departure. Macari, who, even
with a brother s blood between them,
considered her in some way his prop
erty, accompanied him. He had been
continually urging Ccneri to let him
marry her, even as she was now. He
had threatened to carry her off by force.
He had sworn she would be his. She
remembered nothing why should he
not wed her?
Had as Ceneri was, he had recoiled
from this. He would even, had it been
K)sible, have broken off all intercourse
with Macari: but the men were too
deep in carh other's secrets to be di
vided on account of a crime, however
atrocious so he sent Pauline to En
gland. Tin re he was safe from Ma
cari. Then came my proposal, the ac
ceptance of which would take her, at
luy expense, entirelv off his hands ar1
uut ot his companion's way.
Iler.co our strange marriago, which
even now ho justified by saying that
should the girl grow attached to any
one, should any feeling corresponding
to affection bo awakened in her clouded
mind that mind would gradually be
built up again.
Thi. not in his own words was
Ccneri's tale. I now kuew all I wanted
to know. Perhaps ho had painted him
self in better colors than ho deserved:
but ho had given mo tho whole dark
history freely and unreservedly, and in
spite of tho loathing and abhorrence
with which ho now inspired rue, I felt
that he had told mo tho truth.
DOES SHE IlEUEUDER?
It was time to brinr our interview to
an end. It had lasted so long that the
civil Captain had more than once
peeped in with a significant look on his
face, as much as to say there was such
a thing as overstepping the limits of
even such an authority as I hold. I had
no desire to protract tho conversation
with the convict Tho object of my
long journoy had been attained. I had
learned all that I could learn. 1 knew
Paulino's history. The oriine had been
fully confessed. Tho man with mo had
no claim upon my consideration. Even
had I felt inclined to help him I had no
means of so doing. Why should I
But I did linger for a while The
thought that my rising and giving the
signal that my business was finished
would immediately consign the prisoner
to that loathsome den from which he
had emerged, was inexpressively pain
ful to mo. Etery moment I could keep
him with me would be precious to him.
Never again would he see tho face of a
menu or acquaintance.
He had ceased speaking. He sat with
his head bent forward; his eyes resting
on the ground. A tattered, haggard,
hopeless wretch; so broken down that
one dare not reproach him. I watched
him in silence.
Presently he spoke: "You can find no
excuse forme. Mr. Vaughan?"
J "None," I said. It seems to me
there is little to choose between you and
He rose wearily. "Pauline will re
cover, you think?" he asked.
"I think I hope 1 shall find her al
most well on my return."
"You will tell her how you have
found inc; sho may be happier in
knowiug that Anthony's death has in
directly brought me to"this."
I bowed assent to this dreary request
I must go back now," he said, with
a kind of shiver, and dragging his weary
limbs slowly toward the door.
In spite of his sins I could not let the
wretched being go without a word.
"Stop a moment" I said. "Tell me
if there is an3 thing I can do to make
your life any easier. '
He smiled faintly. "You may givo
me mouey a little. I may be able to
keep it and buy a few prisoners' luxu
I gave him several notes which he I
secreted on his person.
"Will you have more?" I asked. He
shook his head.
"I expect theso trill be stolen from
mo before I spend them."
"But is there no way of leaving
money with any one for jour use?"
"You might leave some with tho
Captain. It may be, if he is kind
hearted and honest a portion of it mav
reach me. But even that is doubtful.''
I promised to do so, and knew that,
whether h reached him or not 1 should
feel easier for having mado tho at
tempt "But what will your future be?
"Where arc they taking you, and what
will be your life?"
"They are taking us right to the end
of Siberia to ertchisk. There I
shall be drafted off with others to work
in the mines. We go all tho way on
foot and in chains.
"What an awful fate!"
Ceneri smiled. "After what I have
passed through it is Paradise opening
before me. When a man offends against
the Russian law his one hope is that ho
may be sent at once to Siberia. That
means going from hell to heaven."
"I do not understand."
"You would if you had lain like me
for months, untried and uncondemncd.
Jl you had been placed in a cell with
out light without air, without room to
move. If you had heard those next to
you screaming in their madness mad
ness brought on by solitary confinement
and cruel treatment If'every morn
ing as you woke vou had said, 'I, too,
shall be an idiot lief ore night-fall.' If
you had been frozen, beaten, starved,
in order to make you betray your
friends. If you had "been reduced to
6uch a state that your death-warrant
would be welcome, then, Mr. Vaughan,
you would look forward to and long for
the gentle rigors of Siberia. I swear
to you, sir," he continued, with more
fire and animation than he had dis
played, "that if tho civilized nations of
Europo knew one-tenth part of the hor
rors and deeds in a Russian prison, they
would say, 'guilty or innocent, no hu
man beings shall be tormented like this
and for the sake of common humanity
would sweep the whole accursed Govern
ment from the face of the earth!"
'But twenty years in the mines! Is
there no hope of escaping?"
"Where could I escape to? Look at
the map and see where Nertchinsk is.
If I escaped I could only wander about
the mountains until I died or until some
of the savages around killed me. No,
Mr. Vaughan. escapes from Siberia only
occur in novels."
"Then you must slave until your
"I hope not I once gathered togeth
er much information respecting Sibe
rian convicts, and, to tell you the truth,
was rather disgusted to find how incor
rect the common opinion is. Now I can
onlv hope my researches showed me tho
"Tho treatment is not so bad, then?"
"It is bad enough, as you are always
at the mercy of a petty tyrant There
is no doubt but for a year or two I must
6lave in the mines. If I survive the toil,
which is very unlikely, I may, by find
ing favor in the ruler's eyes, be released
from further work of that description.
I may even bo allowed to reside at some
town and earn my living. I have great
hopes that my professional skill may be
of use to me. Doctors arc scarce in
Little as ho deserved it my heart
echoed his wish; but as I looked at him
I felt sure there was small chance of
his enduring even a year's toil at the
The door opened and the Captain
once more looked in. He was growing
quite impatient I had no reason for
wishing to prolong the conversation, so
I told him I should have finished in a
moment He nodded his head and
If there is anything more I can do let
me know;" I said, turning to Ceneri.
"There is nothing Stay! one thing.
Macari, that villain sooner or later he
will get his deserts. I have suffered
so will he. When that time comes, will
you try to send me word? It may be
difficult to do so, and I have no right to
ask the favor. But you have interest,
and might get intelligence sent me. If
I am not dead by then it will make me
Without waiting for my replv he
walked hastily to the door, and with the
sentry at his side was marched off to the
prison. I followed him.
As the cumbrous lock was being
turned he paused. " Farewell, Mr.
Vaughan," he said. "If I have wronged
you I entreat vour pardon. We shall
meet no more.''
"So far as I am concerned 1 fonrive
He hesitated a moment and then hold
out his hand. The door was now opon.
I could soe tbo throng of repulsive, vil
lainous faces the facet of bis fellow
prisoners. I could hoar tho jabber of
curiosity and wonder. I could smell
tho foul odors coming from that reeking
den crowded with filthy humanity.
And in such a place as this, with such
associates, a man of education, culture
and refined tastes, was doomed to spend
his last day. It wag a fearful punish
mout! Yet it was well merited. As he stood
on tho threshold with outstretched hand
I felt this. To all intents and purposes
tho man was a murderer. Much moved
as I was by his fate I could not bring
myself to grasp his hand. My refusal
may havo bean harsh, but I could noli
He saw that I did not respond to his
action. A flush of shamo passed over
his face; ho bowed his head and turned
away. Tho soldier took him roughly
by the arm and thrust him through the
doorway. Then ho turned, and his
eyes mot mine with an expression that
haunted me for days. Ho was gazing
thus when the heavy door was shut and
hid him from my sight forever.
I turned away sick at heart, perhaps
regretting I had added anything to his
shaiiio and punishment I sought my
obliging friend, the Captain, and re
ceived his word of honor that any
monoy I left with him should be ex
pended for tho convict's benefit I
placed a considerable sum in his hands.
and can only hopo that a part of it
reached its destination.
Then I found my interpreter, and
ordered horses to bo at once procured
and tho tarantass brought out I would
start without a moment's delay for En
gland and Paulino.
In half an hour all was ready. Ivan
and I stepped into the carriage; tho
yemschik flourished his whip; the
horses sprang forward; the bells jingled
merrily, and away we went in the
darkness, commencing tho return jour
ney which counted ty thousands 6t
miles. It was only now, when burning
to find myself homo again, that I real
ized the fearful distance which lay be
tween me and my love.
A turn of tho road soon hid tho
gloomy ostrog from my sight but it
was not until we were miles and miles
away that my spirits recovered anything
like their former tono. and it was days
before 1 ceased to think, at nearly every
moment of that terrible place in which
I had found Ceneri, and to which I saw
him again consigned after my business
with him was finished.
As this is not a book of travel I will
not recapitulate the journey. Tho
weather nearly all the time was favor
able, the roads were in good condition.
My impatience forced me to travel al
most day and night I spared no ex
pense; my extraordinary passport pro
cured me horses when other travelers
were compelled to wait my large
gratuities made those horses use their
best speed. In thirty-five days we
drove up to the Hotel Russia at Nijnei
Novgorod, with the tarantass in such a
dilapidated condition that in all proba
bility another stage would have finished
its work in this world. I bestowed it, a
free gift upon my guide, who, I believe,
sold it immediately for three rubles.
From Nijnei by rail to iloscow; from
Moscow to St Petersburg. I only tar
ried in the capital long enough to pay
my respects to Lord , and onco
more thank him for his assistance;
then, having collected what luggage I
had left there, away for England!
Oa mv road back from Irkutsk
found letters from Prisoilla at Tomsk,
at Tobolsk and at Perm, also more re
cently written ones at St Petersburgh.
All up to the date of the last was going
on well. Priscilla had taken her charge
to Devonshire. Having been reared in
that county the old woman had a great
belief in its virtues. They were at a
quiet but beautiful little watering
placo on the north coast and Priscilla
averred that Paulino "was blooming as
a rose, and seemed as sensible as Master
No wonder after hearing this good
news I was eager to reach home long
ing, not only to see my wife again, but
to see her as I had never yet seen her,
with her mind restored. Would she re
member me? How should we meet?
Would she at last learn to love me?
Were mv troubles at an end or only
begun? These were the questions which
could only be answered when England
Homo at last! How delightful to
stand among one'3 own countrymen,
and hear nothing but good intelligible
English around me. I am bronzed with
exposure to the wind and sun, my beard
has grown to a great length; one or two
acquaintances f met when I reached
London scarcely knew me. In my
present trim I could not hope that I
should awaken any recollection in
By tho aid of a razor and fresh ap
parel I was soon converted to a fairly
good semblance of my former self, and
then, without having apprised even
Triscilla of my return, I started for the
West to see what fato had in store for
What is a run across England after a
man has mado such a journey as my
recent one? Yet that pitiful hundred
and fifty miles seemed to me as long as
a thousand did a month ago. The last
few miles I had to go by coach, and,
although four splendid horses spun us
along, each individual mile seemed as
long as a Siberian stage. But the jour
ney was at last ended, and, leaving my
baggage in tho coach office, I sallied
forth, with s beating heart to find
I went to tho address given in Pris
cilla's letter. The house was a quiet
little building, nestling on a wooded
bank, with a sloping garden in front
full of late summer flowers. Honey
suckle twined round the porch, great
sunflowers stared fiercely from the beds,
and carnations sweetened the air. As
I waited for the door to bo opened I had
time to approve Priscilla's choice of a
I inquired for Mrs. Drew. She was
not at home had gone out with the
young lady some time ago, and would
not bo back until the evening. I
turned away and went in search of
It was early in autumn, but the leaf
showed no signs of fading. Everything
was green, fresh and beautiful. The
.sky was cloudless, and a soft balmy air
fanned my cheek. I paused and looked
around mo before I decided in which
direction to go. Far below my feet lay
the little fishing village; its houses
clustered round the mouth of the noisy,
brawling stream which ran down the
valley and leaped joyously into the sea.
On cither hand were great tors and be
hind them inland hills covered with
-woods, and in front of me stretching
away and away was the calm green sea.
Tho scene was fair enough, but I
turned away from it I wanted Pau
line. It seemed to mo that on such a day
as this tho shady woods and tho run
ning stream must offer irresistible at
tractions; so I found my way down the
steep hill and began walking up the
river side, whilst the merry stream
danced past mo, throwing its rich
brown peat-stained waters into a thou
sand little cascades as it shot over and
foamed round tho great bowlders which
disputed its passage.
1 followed its course for about a mile
now clambering over moss-grown
Toeks, now wading through ferns, now
forcing my way through pliant hazel
boughs then in an open space on the
opposite bank I saw a girl sitting
sketching- Her back was toward mo,
THE GLOBE REPUBLIO. SUNDAY MORNING, JANUARY
Out x knew ever' turn or tnat graceful
figure well enough to feel sure she was
If I had neodod extra assurance I had
but to look at her companion, who tat
near her and appeared to bo dozing
over a book. I should havo recog
nized that shawl of Priscilla's a mile
away its like has never been known on
Hani as I found it to do so, I resolved
not to make my presence known to
them. Before I met Paulino I wanted
to talk to Priscilla, and bo guided by
her report as to my futuro method ol
proceeding. But in spite of my deter
mination I yielded to the temptation of
drawing nearer from whore I stood I
could not see her faco so I crept on
inch by inch till I was nearly opposite
the skctchcr, and, half hidden by the
undergrowth, I stood watching her to
my heart's content
There was tho huo of health upon hor
cheek thure was the appcaranoe ol
hualth in every movemont, and at she
turned and spoke a few words to her
companion there was that in hor look
and in her smilo which made my heart
bound. The wife I returned to was a
different being from the girl I had
Sho turned and looked across the
stream. Carried away by my joy I had
entirely emerged from my lurking
placo. With tho river between us our
She must in some way havo remem
bered me. Were it but as in a dream
my face must havo seemed familiar to
her. Sho dropped her pencil and
sKetcn-booK anil sprang to tier foet be
fore Priscilla's exclamation of surprise
and delight was heard. She stood
looking at me as though she expected
1 would speak or come to her. whilst
the old servant was sending words of
welcome across the noisy stream.
Had I wished to retreat it was now
too late. I found a crossing-placo and
in a minute or two was on tho opposite
Paulino had not moved, but Priscilla
ran to meet mo and almost shook my
"Does sho remember docs sho know
me?" I whispered, as I disengaged my
self and walked toward mv wife,
"Not vet; but sho will. I am sure
she will, "Master Gilbert"
Breathing a prayer that her prophecy
might come true, I reached Pauline's
side and held out my hand. She took it
without hesitation, and raised her dark
eves to mine. How did I refrain from
clasping her to my heart!
"Pauline, do you know mo?"
She dropped her eyes. "Priscilla has
talked of vou. Sho tells mo you are a
friend and that until you came I must
be content and ask no question."
" But do you not remember me? I
fancied you knew mo just now."
She sighed. "I havo seen you in
dreams strange dreams." As she
spoke a bright blush spread over her
"Tell me the dreams," I said.
" I can not I have been ill, very ill,
for a long time. I have forgotten much
everything that happened!"
"Shall I tell you?''
"Not now not now," sho cried,
eagerly. "Wait and it may all come
Had she an inkling of the truth?
Were the dreams she spoke of but the
struggles of growing memory? Did
that bright ring which was still "on her
finger suggest to her what had hap
pened?" Yes. I would wait and hope.
We walked back together, with
Priscilla following at a proper distance.
Pauline seemed to accept my society as
though it was a perfectly natural thing
to do so. When the path grew steep or
rugged, she held out her hand for mine,
as though its support was her right
Yet for a long time she said nothing.
"Where have you come from? she
asked, at last
" From a long, long journey of many
thousands of miles."
"Yes; when 1 saw your face voa
were always traveling. Did you find
what you sought?" sho asked, eagerly.
'leg. I founu tne trutn. l Know
"Tell me where he is?"
"Where who is?"
"Anthony my own brother the
boy they killed. Where is his grave?'
'lie is bunea by tne siuo or nis
Thank God! I shall be ablo to pray
She spoke, if excitcdlv, quite sensi
bly, but I wondered she was not crav
ing for justice to be meted out to the
'Do you wish forvengeanco on thoso
who killed him.
"Vengeance! what rood can ven
geance do? It will not bring him back
to lite, xi Happened long ago. uen,
I know not; but now it seems years ago.
God may have avenged him by now."
"He has, in a great measure. Ono
died in a prison raving mad; another is
in chains, working like a slavo; tho
third, as jet, is unpunished."
"It will come to him, sooner or later.
Which is it?"
She shuddered at the name and said
no more. Just before we reached tho
house in which they lodged, she said,
softly and beseechingly:
" ou will take me to Italy to his
I promised, only too glad to find how
instinctively she turned to mo to prefer
the request She must remember more
than sho gave herself credit for.
"I will go there," she said, "and see
the place, and then we will speak of tho
past no more."
Wo were now at the garden gate. 1
took her hand in mine.
"Pauline," I said, "try try to re
A ghost of the old puzzled look camo
intolier eyes; she passed her disen
gaged hand over her forehead, and
then, without a word, turned away and
entered the house.
10M GUI Elf TO JOT.
My tale is drawing to an end, al
though I could, for my own pleasure,
write chapter after chapter, detailing
every occurrence of tho next montti
describing every look, repeating every
word that passed between Paulino and
myself, but if I wrote them they would
bo sacred from all persons save two
mv wife and myself.
If mysituation was an anomalous one
it had at least a certain charm. It was
a new wooing, none tho less entertain
ing and sweet because its object hap
pened to be already my wife in name.
It was like a landowner walking over
his estate and in every direction finding
unsuspected beauties and unknown
mines of wealth. Every day showed
me fresh charms in the woman I loved.
Her smile was a joy greater than I
had ever pictured, her laugh a revela
tion. To gaze into those bright un
clouded eyes and strive to learn their
secrets was a reward that repaid me for
all that I suflered. To find that her in
tellect now restored, was fit to bo
matched with any one's to know that
when the time came I should be given
not only a wife, beautiful in my eyes,
above all women, but a companion and
a sympathetic friend how can I de
scribe my rapture?
Yet it was a rapture not unmodified
by doubts and fears. It may be that
my character lacked that very useful
trait called by some self-confidence,
and by others conceit Tho more I
saw to love and admire in Pauline, the
more I asked myself how I could dare
to expect that so peerless a creature
would condescend to accept tho lovo
and the life I wished to offer her? I
was rich, it was true, but I was sure
that riches would not buy her affection
besides, as I had not told hor that hor
own woaitn was swept away, tne fan
cied her fortune was as largo as my
own. She was young, beautiful, and,
as far at the know, free and amply pro
vided for. No, I had nothing to offer
her which was worthy of her accept
ance. I quite dreaded to look forward to
the moment which must sooner or later
come the moment when I roust, ignor
ing tho past ask her onco mora to be
my wife. No wonder I decided to
postpone tho ordaal until I felt nuita
certain that the result ot it woulu be
favorable to me. No wonder that
when with Pauline, and realizing tho
value of tho prize I aimed at, I grew
quite humble and depreciatory of what
merits I may have possessed. No won
der that at times I wished that I were
gifted with that pleasing assurance
which sits so well on many men, and,
time and opportunity being given,
seems to go a long way toward winning
a womani heart
Time and opportunity at least were
not wanting in my case.
I had taken up my quarters near to
her, and from morn to night we were
in each othor's company. Wo wan
dered through the narrow Devonshire
lams, with their luxuriant banks oi
ferns on either side. Wo climbed tho
rugged tors. Wo fished with more or
less success tho rapid streams. We
drove together. Wo read and sketched
but as yet wo had not talked of love;
though all tho while my wedding-ring
was on her fingor.
It required all my authority to pre
vent Priscilla telling Pauline the truth.
On this point I was firm. Unless the
past camo back of its own accord, I
would hear her say she loved me be
fore my lips revealed it to her. Per
haps it was tho idea which at times
came to me, that Pauline remembered
more than she would own to, kept me
steadfast in this resolution.
It was curious the way in which she
at once fell into friendly, unconstrained
intercourse with me. Wo might have
known each other from childhood, so
perfectly natural and unembarrassed
was her manner when wo were to
gether. She mado no demur when I
begged her to call me by my Christian
name, nor did she object to my making
use of her own. Had she done so, I
can not think in what form I should
havo addressed her. Although I had
instructed Priscilla to call her Miss
March, the old woman stoutly objected
to this, .nd compounded matters by
speaking to and of her as Miss Paul
:..e. TO be CONTINUED.
DOG FOR SUPPER.
Indians Who Raise Colonies of Dogs foi
the Luxury of Eating; Them.
It is a curious and strango fact thai
the North American Indian of all tribes
will turn away from the choicest beef,
venison, or buffalo hump, if he can be
sure of getting a dog instead; and
many of tho tribes raiso colonies oi
dogs for the same purpose that we do
beeves. Once let a Cheyenne get hold
of dog for cooking purposes, and he is
fixed for the week. I took a peep into
the lodgo of Iron Shirt, and there lay a
lino dog before the coals, nice and
brown to a turn, all ready for supper.
As there were no dogs in camp, I in
quired of Rowland now it happened
that Iron Shirt was so fortunate in se
curing one. Rowland questioned that
brave on the subject and I learned that
a party of English tourists had paid a
visit to the camp a few days previous,
out of curiosity, and that the dog was
theirs. From the moment the doomed
canine entered tho Indian villago Iron
Shirt had kept his covetous eyes glued
upon tho animal until, watching his
chance, he secured the prize and spir
ited it out of sight until the Englishmen
had taken their departure. The dog
was a Gordon setter and .had been
brought along by the tourists for hunt
ing purposes. Iron Shirt did not con
sider his action in the case wrong or
improper, as stealing is looked upon as
a virtue rather thau a crime by all red
men, and that is why the Cheycnnes
happened to have a dog for supper on
this particular evening. Fort Kcogh
Cor. Pittsburgh Commercial-Gazette
Five Little Fishes.
Captain Beckett of tho British ship
Amana, now in port, has a shark story
which merits a place in nautical litera
ture, because it bears tho imprint of re
ality, and can be proved by the affida
vits of Captain Beckett and of every
member of his crew. When his ship
was off Montevideo she was becalmed
for several hours. A shark with
five little ones hung around the ves
sel all day. As soon as there was
commotion on tho water the mother
would open her mouth and the little
ones would dart inside for protection.
For amusement the sailors threw bit
of refuse overboard among the family,
disturbing the water, each time with
the same result Tho young quintet
immediately disappeared down the
capacious countenance of their protect
or. On the following morning a shark
hook and line, baited with pork, was
thrown overboard, and in a short timo
a shark was landed on deck. Upon
being opened it was discovered to be
the very same fish which had amused
the boys the day before, because live
joung sharks were safely stowed away
under her tongue. Portland Oregonian.
The Cincinnati Enquirer has tome
to the conclusion that too much dignity
injures a man's character and chances.
He should have just enough to keep
him level when a lurch of the street car
throws a two hundred and ten pound
woman into his l&D.
An Insight of Some or the Tricks of the
Trade by a Repairer.
In tho rear of a small harness-shop
in a New Jersey village, the other day,
the proprietor was making a thumping
noise and raising a big dust by pound
ing with a whip-stock a heap of curly
black hair, which he had taken out of
an old carriage cushion.
" What are you pounding that hair
for?" was asked when he stopped to
get ft breath and wipe tho moisture
from his forehead with a rod cotton
" It is not hair," said the man.
"What is it, then?;
" A mixture of marsh grass, moss,
and cocoanut fiber. Good imitation,
though, isn't it? You see, hair is a
first-class article for stuffing mattresses,
cushions, eta, but it is expensive. It
is clipped from the tails and manes of
horses, dead and alive, from the tails of
cattle, from the bellies of hogs and
from the human head. It is twisted
into rones to make it kinky, and when
the kinlc is set it is used to stuff tho
cushion. It costs a lot of money even
when freelv mixed with short hair.
Most people prefer a genuino hair
cushion at fifty cents to a genuino
hair cushion at five dollars. So the
manufacturers accommodated them
with this mixture. Sometimes fine
split whalebone is put in the mixture,
and sometimes, but not often, it is di
luted a little with hair. The stuff costs
from twenty to twenty-five dollars a
ton. It packs with use, but the cover
of tho cheap cushion wears out about
as soon. We can mako a new cover
and then use tho old filling over again
by whipping it with a slender whip to
-liven it up. There is no money in such
stuff for any ono who handles it, but
we've got to meet the demand. W. Y.
A PKUFKCT CHRISTMAS.
There was not a larger house in all
tho valley than Grandfather Vrooman's.
It was old and comfortable, and seemed
to lie sound asleep, with a snow blan
ket all over its roof.
Nothing short of a real old-fashioned
Christmas could wake up such a house
Christmas was coming!
Unless Santa Clans and the Simpsons
antl tho Hopkinsos should forget tho
day of tho month, they woulu all bo
there at waking-up timo to-morrow
"Jane," said Grandmother Vrooman,
that afternoon, to her daughter, Mrs.
Hardy, who lived with her "Jane, I've
got 'cm all fixed now just where they're
going to sleep, and I've mado up a bed
on the floor in the store-room."
"Why, mother, who's that for?"
"You wait and see, after they get
here, and we've counted 'em."
"Anyhow, there's oookies enough,
"And tho pios, Jane?"
"And I'm glad Liph gathered such
piles of butternuts.
"Oh, mother," exclaimed littlo Suo,
"I gathered as many as ho did, and
beech-nuts, and hickory-nuts, and "
"So you did, Suo; but I wonder if
two turkeys '11 go round, with only two
pair of chickens?"
"Mother," said Mrs. Hardy, "tho
"Yes, but all thoso children! I do
hopo they'll get here to-night in timo
for me to know where I'm going to put
At tho very minute, away up the
north rocd, two miles nearer town,
there was a sort of dot on tho white
road. If you were far enough away
from it, it looked like a black dot and
did not seem to move. Tho neareryou
came to it the funnier it looked, and
the more it seemed tobetrudgingalong
with an immense amount of small en
ergy. Very small, indeed, for anybody
close up to it would havo seen that it
was a 5-year old boy in a queer littlo
suit of gray, trimmed with red. Ho
had on a warm gray cap, and right in
tho middlo of tho front of it were
worked a pair of letters "O. A." but
there was nobody with the gray dot to
explain that those two letters stood for
"Oqiban Asylum." No, nor to tell
how easy it was for a boy of 5 years
old, with all tho head under his gray
cap full of Christmas ideas, to turn th'o
wrong corner where the roads crossed,
south of tho great Orphan Asylum
Building. That was what ho had dono,
and he had walked on and on, wonder
ing why tho big building did not como
in sight, until bis small legs were get
ting tired, and his bravo, bright littlo
black eyes wore all but ready for a cry
Just as he got thoroughly discour
aged he came to the edge of the woods,
where there stood a wood sleigh with
two horses in front of it drawn close
to the road-side, and heaped with great
green boughs and branches.
"The sleigh's pretty nigh full, grand
father," sang out a clear, boyish voice
beyond the fence, and a very much
older one seemed to go right on talk
ing. "Your grandmother, Liph, she al
ways did mako the best mince pies, and
she can stuff a turkey bettern'n any
ono I know."
"Grandfather, do you s'poso they'll
Guess they will. That there spruce
'11 do for the Christmas tree Your
grandmother said we must fetch a big
"That's a whopper. But will Joe
Simpson and Bob Hopkins bo bigger 'n
they were last summer?"
"Guess they've grown alittle. They'll
grow this time, if they eat all their
Grandmother '11 want 'em to. Hello,
iph, who's that out there in the road?"
"Guess it's a boy."
"I declare if it isn't one of them littlo
gray mites from tho 'sylum. Way out
here! I say, bub."
Thero was a scared look in the black
eyes, for they had never seen anything
quite like Grandfather Vrooman, when
ho pushed his face out between tho
Tho trees all looked as if they had
beards of snow, but none had a longer
or whiter ono that Liph's grandfather.
"Bijah," said he. "did you know
Christmas was coming?"
"Bo hero to-morrow," piped the dot
in gray, "and we're going to havo tur
key." "You don't say! Justyou wait until
I cut a tree down, and "I'll como out
and hear all about it"
"Is vour name Santa Claus?"
"Did you hear that Liph? Tho little
chap's miles from homo, and I don't
believe ho knows it"
"Is that your sleigh?"
"Yes, Bijah, that s my sleigh."
"Thoso ain't reindeers, and you're
bigger'n you used to be,"
"Hear that Liph?"
Bijah had not the least doubt in the
world but that he had discovered Santa
Claus in tho very act of getting ready
for Christmas, and his black eyes were
growing bigger every minute, until
Liph began to climb over the fence.
Then he set off on a run as fast as his
legs could carry him.
"Hold on," shouted Liph, "Wo won't
"Let him go," said Grandfather
Vrooman. "He's on the road to our
house. We'll pick him up."
"Took mo for Santa Claus, I declare!
Liph, this here treo'll just suit your
It was a splendid young spruco tree,
with wide-reaching boughs at less than
two feet from the snow level. Grand
father Vrooman worked hi3 way care
fully in until he could reach the trunk
with saw and axe, and then there was
a sharp bit of work for him and Liph
to get that "Christmas tree" stowed
safclv on the top of tho sleigh load.
"Now for home, Liph. Your grand
mother '11 cut into ono of them new
pies for vou when you get there."
"Look!" shouted Liph, "that littlo
fellow's waiting for us at the top of the
The hill was not a high one, and the
road led right over it, and there on the
summit stood Bijah.
"I'm so tired and hungry," he said
to himself, "and thero comes old Santa
Claus, sleigh and all."
He was getting colder, too, now ho
was standing still, and when Grand
father Vrooman camo along the road,
walking in front of the sleigh, while
Liph perched among the evergreens
and drove, there seemed to bo some
thing warm about him.
It was not so much his high fur hat,
or his tremendous overcoat or his long
white beard, or the way ho smiled, but
something in the sound of his voice
almost drove the frost out of Bijah's
"Well, my littlo man, don'tyouwant
to come to my houseandgetsomopie?"
Bijah could not think of one other
word ho wanted to say, and he mus
tered all tho courage ne had not to cry
when Grandfather Vrooman picked
him up, as if he had been a kitten, and
perched him by the side of Liph among
On ho went and Bijah did not an
swer a single one of Liph's questions
lor nvo long minutes, liien no turneu
his black eyes full on his driver and
asked, "Do yon live with Santa Claus
in his own house?"
"Yes, sir-eo," responded Liph, with
a great chuckle of fun; but all he had
to do the rest of tho way homo was to
spin yarns for Biiah about tho way they
lived at tho houso where all the ennst
mas came from.
When they got there, Liph's father
and the hired man and Grandfather
Vrooman were ready to lift off that
Christinas tree and carry it through tho
front door and hall, and set it up in the
"dark room" at the end of tho hall.
That ought to havo been tho nicest
room jn the house, for it was right in
the middle, but there were no windows
in it. Thero were doors in every direc
tion, however, and in the center of tho
ceiling was a "scuttle hole" moro than
two feet square, with a wooden lid on
"John," said Grandfather Vrooman
to Mr. Hardy, "we'll hoist tho top of
tho treo through the hole. Y'ou go .up
and open tho scuttle. Hitch tho top
good and strong. There'll bo lots of
things to hang on them branches."
Liph's father hurried upstairs to open
the scuttle, and that gave Grandfather
Vrooman a chance to think of Bijah.
"Where is he, Liph?"
"Oh lia'a oil Mlif flri.lmMior'a
got him. She and mother caught him
before ho got into the house. He tried
to run away, too."
Bijah's short legs had been too tired
to carry him very fast, and Grand
mother Vrooman and Mrs. Hardy had
caught him before ho got back to tho
Tho way they laughed about it gavo
him a great deal of courage and he
never cried when they took him by his
red little hands, one on each side, and
walked him into the house.
"Jane," said grandmother, "what
will we do with him? The honso'll bo
choke, jam, packed full, and there isn't
an extra bed."
"Father found him in the snow some
where. Just like him. But what a
rosy little dot ho is?"
I'Are you Santa Claus' wives?" asked
Bijah, with a quiver of his lip in spite
How they did chuckle when they
tried to answer that question! All they
made clear to Iiijah was that the place
for him was in a Iiig chair before the
sitting-room fire-place, with a plate of
minee-pie in his lap, and Bush, the big
hoiiMMlog, sitting beside him.
"It's Santa Claus' .log," said Bijtih
to himself; "but his house isn't as big
as tho 'sylum."
There wcro fire-places in every room
on tho ground floor of Grandfather
Vrooman's houso and some kind of
stove in more than half tho rooms up
stairs. There were blazing fires on every
hearth downstairs, and Liph got hold
of Bijah after a whilo and made him
and Bush go around with him to help
poke them up. Bijah had never seen a
tire-place before, and it was a great
wonder to him, but Bush sat down in
front of each tire and barked at it
It was getting dark when thev reach
ed the great front parlor, and tie fire
place there was wonderful.
"Woof, woof, woof," barked Bush.
Bijah stood still in tho door while
Liph went near enough to givo that fire
a poke, and he could hear Grandfather
Vrooman away back in tho sitting
room: "Now, my dear, we'll stick him away
somewhere. Put him in one of the
stockings, and hnng him up."
"That's me," groaned Bijah. "He's
going to make a present of mo to some
body. Oh, dear! I wish I could run
But ho could not, for there was Liph
and there was Bush, and it was srettiii!r
"Now, mv dear," went on grand
father, "I'll" just light up, and then I'll
go and meet that train. I'll bring Prue
ind her folks, and Pat '11 meet the
other, and bring Ellen and hers. Won't
the old home bo full this time?"
whispered Bijah to himself. "I won
der who'll get 'em? Who'll get me?"
That was an awful question, but Liph
and Bush all but ran against him just
then, and ho heard grandmother say:
"You'll have to stick candles on the
window-sills. I can't spare any lamps
"But my dear, it's got to be lit up
every room of it I want 'em to know
Christmas is going."
"That's what they were all saying al
the 'sylum this morning,'" thought Bi
jah, "and here I am, right where it's
So he was, and ho and Liph and Bush
watched them finish setting the supper
table, till suddenly Bush gave a great
bark and sprang away toward tho front
door. Grandfather Vrooman had hard
ly been gone from the houso an hour,
and here ho was, back again.
Jingle, jinglo, jingle, flow tho sleigh
bells did dance as that great load of
young folk came down the road, and
what a racket they made at the gate,
and bow Bush and Liph, and grand
mother, and tho rest did help them!
"He's caught 'em all," said Bijah,
"but they ain't scared a bit"
No one would have thought so if they
had seen Mrs. Prue Hopkins and her
husband and her six children follow
Grandfather Vrooman into tho house.
They were hardly there, and some of
them had their things on yet, when
there camo another jingle, and ever so
much talking and laughter down the
"He's caught some more. Some are
little and some are big. I wonder who'll
get the baby?"
Bush was making himself hoarse, and
had to be spoken to by Mr. Hardy,
while Mrs. Simpson tried to unmix her
children from the Hopkinses long
enough to be sure none of them had
dropped out of the sleigh on the road.
Then Liph set to work to introduce
his cousins to Bijah, and Bush came
and stood by his new friend in gray, to
see that it was properly done.
Where d you come troni.'" saia ioe
Sylum," said Bijah.
"Catch what?" said Joe, but Liph
managed to choke off the chuckle he
was going out, and to shout ont:
"Whv, Joe, we found him intheroad
to-day." Ho thinks grandfather's old
Santa Claus, and this houso is Christ
mas." "So I am so it is," said Grandfather
Vrooman. "We'll make him hang up
his stocking with all the rest to-night"
Bijah could not feel scared at all with
so many children around him, and ho
was used to beinr among a crowd of
them. Still, it was hard to feel at homo i
after supper, and he might havo had a
blue timo of it if it hadn't been for
Liph and Bush. It had somehow got
into Bush's mind that tho dot in gray
was under his protection, and ho fol
lowed Bijah from one corner to another.
All the doors in tho "dark room"
were open, and it was the lightest
room in the house, with its big firo on
the hearth and all tho lamps that were
taken in after supper; but there was
not ono thing hanging on the Christ
mas treo until Grandfather Vrooman
"Now for stockings! It's gettinglate,
children. I must havo you all in bed
They all knew what that meant, and
so did'Bijah, but it was wonderful how
many that tree had to carry. Bob
Hopkins insisted on hanging two pairs
for himself, and Thad Simpson was
begging his mother for a second pair,
when Liph Hardy came in from the
kitchen with a great, long, empty grain
"What in the world is that for?"
asked grandmother, perfectly astonish
ed, "why, child, what do you mean
by bringing that thins in here?"
- one mg stoccmg lor grandfather.
Let's hang it up, boys. Maybo Santa
Claus 'II come and till it"
Thero was no end of fun over Grand
father Vrooman's grain bag ttockinr.
that was all leg and no foot but Unel
Hiram Simpson took it and fastened It
strongly to a branch in tho middlo of
tho tree. It was close to the trunk,and
was almost hidden; but Liph saw Un
do Hiram wink at Aunt Ellsn, and ho
knew there was fun of some kind that
he had not thousht of.
Grandmother Vrooman had been to
busy with all thoso children from tho
moment they camo into the house that
sho had almost lost her anxiety; but It
camo back to her now all of a tuddon.
"Sakes alive! Jane," sho taid to
Mrs. Hardy, "every last one of 'ain't
got to be in bed before wo tan 4
thing with the stockings."
Bijah heard her, forlio wat Jutt W
yond the dining-room door, with ft
cruller in each hand, and it made b
shiver all over.
"I wish I was in tho 'tylum. Xft, I
don't either, but I kind o' wish I wat,"
Bijah was a very small boy. and ho
had not eon much of tbo world, out
his ideas were almost as clear at thoso
of the other children, and Grandmoth
er Vrooman for the next flftoen min
utos. The way the Simpson and Hop
kins families got mixed up, with Liph
and Sne Hardv tohelp them, was some
thing wonderful. Old Bush wandered
from room to room after them, wag
ging his tail and whining.
"Mother," exclaimed Mrs. Hardy at
last, "the bed you made on the floor in
"Just the thin for him. All therett
go in pairs. I'll put that poor littlo
dear right in there."
So sho did, and not one of h otrt
grand-children was tucked in warmer
than was Bijah. Ho did not kick tho
bedclothes off next minute, either, and
ho was tho only child in the house ot
whom that could be said. Grandfather
Vrooman paid a visit of inspection all
around from room to room, and Bush
went with him. It took him a good
while. When he camo to the store
room and looked in, Bijah's tired eyes
were already closed as tight as were the
fingers of the little hand on the cover
let, which was still grasping ft crul
ler. Ho was fast asleep, but Grandfather
Vrooman was not; and yet when Bush
looked up at him, tho old nian't eyes)
were shut too. and there was a t tir ia
his thick white beard as if hit lips wr
Things got pretty still after ft whilt,
and then there began a tteadr proces
sion in and out of tho "darfc room,"
which was not dark.
Boxes went in, and bundles, and
theso were opened anduntied, and their
contents spread out and looked at and
distributed. It was no wonder Grand
father Vrooman's big sleigh had boost
so full, and the one Pat had driven,
when they brought the Hopkins and
Simpson families from the aortk ftfttl
south railway stations.
Grandfather himself went away ont
to the barn once for something ho taltl
he had hidden there, and while ho wat
gone Aunt Ellen Simpson and Unci
Hiram slipped a package into the grain
bag, and grandmother handed Uncle
Hiram another to slip in on top of It,
and Uncle John Hardy and Uncle Mar
tin Hopkins each handed him another,
and the bag was almost half full, but
you could not see it from outside; and
then they all winked at each other when
grandfather came in with a back-load
of sleds. Grandmother may havo
thought she know what they were
winking about, but she didn't, for Un
;le Hiram whispered to Aunt Ellon:
"I'm glad it's a big stocking. Oat)
11 do for both of 'em."
It was late when they all wont to
bed, and there was so much fire in tho
fire-place they were half afraid to leave
it, but Grandfather Vrooman said it
was of no use to try and cover it up,
and the room would bo warm in the
When they got upstairs the children
must all have been asleep, for there
was not a sound from any room, and
the older people went to bed on tiptoe,
and they had tried iiard to not so much
s whisper on the stairs.
Oh, how beautiful the coanrry wat
when the gray dawn came next morn
ing! white and still in the dim and
So still! But the stillest place was
the one Bijah woke up in. He could
not guess where ho was at first hut ho
lay awhile and remembered.
"Santa Clans' house, and they're all
real good. He's going to give me to
somebody as soon as it's Christmas."
He got up very quickly and looked
around him. It was not dark in tho
store-room, for there was ft f13
square hole in the middle of the floor,
and a glow of dull red light came up
through it which almost made Bijah
There was his little gray' suit of
clothes, cap and all, close by his bed on
the floor, and he put them on faster
than he ever had done it before.
"Where's my other stocking?" r
He searched and searched, but it was
of no use, and he said, "I can't run
away in tho snow with a bare foot"
He had been getting braver and brav
er, now he was wido awake, and he
crawled forward and looked down tho
scuttle-hole. He knew that room in ft
minute, but he had to look twice be
fore he knew the tree.
"Ever so many stockings! And
they're all fulL Look at those sleds!
Whichever way he looked he saw
something wonderful, and ho began to
"I can climb down. It's just likogo
It was just about as safe and easy,
with all those branches under him, and
all he had to do was to sit on one, and
get ready to sit on the next one below
him. He got about half way down, and
there was tho grain bag, with its
mouth wido open. Just beyond it on
the samo bough, but further out, there
hunr a very small stocking indeed.
"That's mine!" exclaimed Bijah.
"It's cram full. too. They've borrow
ed it after all theirs were full I want
it to put on now, but I can't reach it
Just then ho began to hear noises up
stairs, and other noises in the rooms be
low shouts and stamping, and people
calling to ono another and he could
not mako out what they were saying.
"Oh, doar! they're coming. Santa
Claus is coming. What '11 1 do?"
Bijah was scared; but there was tho
wido mouth of Grandfather Vrooman's
grain-bag "stocking," and almost be
fore Bijah knew what he was doing ho
had slipped in.
Poor Bijah! The moment he was in
he discovered that he could not climb
out He tried hard, but there wat
nothing on tho side3 of the bag for his
feet to climb on. Next moment too,
he wanted to crouch down as low as ho
could, for all the noise seemed to bo
So it was, indeed, and at the head of
it were grandfather and grandmother
and the other grown-up people, tryini
to keep back the boys and girls until
thev should all be gathered.
"Where's Bijah?" asked grandfather,
after lie had counted twice around, and
was sure about the rest.
"Bijah!" exclaimed Liph. "Why. I
looked in tho store-room; he isn't
"Hope tho littlo chap didn't get
scared anil run away.
"Dear me through the snow!".