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Tt won the li.'ty thai I wa« to vlnii
Clara. 1 woke with the dawn. Kor the
first time in mj litv, I took paiui with
mj toilet I carefully brushed my I
In diiferent wnys, t r> i n u which was the
more i oming. lt.it with oil toy paios,
1 -''it but n very soiry figure.
"Dear me, how upruce you look thla
morning!" said Martha, aa I came down
to breakfast. "And quite elated, too!"
Before lo o'clock I was in the n<
borhood of bw house. It waa too early
to go there yet; bo I lingered aboul for
r time. How very awkward it was thai
1 had do knowledge of her muni'! 1 had
quite forgotten to aak it. As the time
drew near I begau to feel nervoua, A
church clock struck eleven as I timidly
knocked at the door. I wm anawered by
a stout, good tempered looking old Indy.
"You have h young lady staying here,"
I begun, in » heaitating tone.
"Oh, yon are the young mnn that Miss
Clara expects, I suppose." Saying which,
the old lady deliberately drew a pair
of spectacles out of her pocket, and ad
Justing them, carefully scrutinised me.
My appearance seemed to satisfy her. for
she said, in a more friendly tone. "Walk
In, young man; Miss Clara will bo with
She showed mo into ,i neat little par
lor. Upon the table were several water-
colored drawings, some finished, some un
finished; also some Berlin wool work.
Bouquets of flowers were everywhere;
upon the table amidst the work, upon the
mantelpiece in two vases, upon a little
stand facing the window, and upon the
cottage piano that stood in a corner. The
nir was loaded with their perfume. In
a few moments the door opened and
< !in r.i came into the room.
"You have come, then," she said, with
her sweet, melancholy smile.
As it' aughl but death or Imprisonment
conld hay kept me awaj!
She painted water-color pictures, and
diil Berlin wool work for the shops, she
told im\ She sat down at once and be
gan her work, nnd I waited upon her,
washed her brushes, ground her colors,
adjusted the blind, and between thi Be
little olHces I watched her busy fingers;
but Oftener my eyes were upon her lace,
graving its every lineament upon my
memory. Never have 1 looked upon an
other face so Spiritually beautiful. It
whs one of those heads that the old Ital
ian painters lov(Hl to tflve. to their An
gels and Madonnas, so prefeetly sutciip,
no utterly frei from human passions.
The lair wavy hair, untrammeled by
art; the oval face, neither full, nor thin,
but perfectly smooth; the low forehead;
the blue eyes; the straight Grecian nose;
the small mouth; the swelling, gracefully
arched neck; the skin SO delicately wlrte,
tinted upon I! hecks with the faintest
carnation. Her figure was of about the
middle height, exquisitely graceful, >< vt
painfully fragile. She wore a black
dress, made high to the neck, with a
small, plain white collar.
We talked very little; she was too busy
with her work, and silence was more
congenial with our mood.
At ;i o'clock Mrs. Wilson called us to
dinner, which we took in a breakfast
parlor below. The old lady was very
chatty and very curious, and nskwl me
h great number of indirect questions;
those 1 did not care to answer I con
trived pretty skillfully to evade.
"You must excuse, my questions, sir,"
shi> said; "but although .Miss Clam is
no relation of mine, and, indeed, 1 know
nothing about her, still I feel as much
interested in her as though >Im> were mj
own child; she is so innocent, and knows
no little about the world, thai it's quite
necessary thai --In- should have some one
to look after her. Now, you ore the
first visitor that she has ever had, and
hna lived with me these two yeiirs.
But, when she came home last night she
told me thai she had met an old ac
quaintance Who was roming to see her;
that he had come to the citj in scan h of
employment, and had no friends nor ac
quaintances, nnd was so dreadfully mis
erable that it mad" her quite unhappy
to see him. At Knit, 1 -•■■! my face
mat it, but sin- soon coaxed me over,
and 1 compromised the matin- i>\ saying
that you should come this once, but that
if I did not approve of you, it was to be
the first and the hist visit, lint 1 must
say you seem a very nice, quiet, modest
sort of young gentleman. And what kind
of employment might you be seeking?"
I told her 1 had been usher at a school,
but that «t present I was doing cop)iug.
1 did not say of what kind. The old
lady remarked that mi usher's was a
very genteel sort of employment. Alto
gether she seemed very well satisfied
In the evening Mrs. Wilson brought
her sewing up Into the parlor, and pro
posed that I should read to them. And
so the evening glided on, oh, so rapidly,
until 1 could no longer see in the dark
ening twilight, and then we all sat near
the window; Mrs. Wilson chatting, I and
Clara silent. She gazing into the street,
with that absent look so common to her;
1 watching every notion of her face, as
it grew more and more indistinct in the
deepening shadows. Lights were brought,
and then we went down to supper, and
then it was time to go.
"You will couie and see me KRain.
won't you?" she said, as she gave me her
hand at the mite.
I wanted no pressing, ami arranged
that I would come again on Monday, She
wished me good night, and went in and
closed the door, and the day was ended
—the day whose blissful memories will
never fade from my heart.
That day was the precursor of many
• onea, until, in n short time, I could
perceive that -!;" looked forward to my
coming with expectancy, and that my
presence had become a thing almost nee
ew*ary to her. She looked for ni>- to hnnd
her the painting mnteriala, to grind the
colors, to aelect her skeins of wool, to
sit Mt her feel and read to her Home
plenaant book; whllo, between the lights.
she would sit at the piano and Impro
vise Btrauge, weird, plaintive melodies.
It was a strange communion, oum. In
it we lived only In the preaent momont.
We never spoke of b past or <>r b fu
ture, for we wished to be happy; Mil.
to both, the past was hideous, the fu
ture ominous. Thus I knew nothing of
her past life, nor did I wish to know.
Like her, I did not wish the happiness
of the present to be marred bj cue pain
She bad lived with Mrs. WiNon attove
two yeara, yet even she knew nothing
of her lito for a single day before she
came to her. "I have always had j-r*•• ><I
references before I would take any one
into my house," said the old lady, "es
pecially young ladies withotlt friends;
but she .said she conld give me none,
and she looked SO ii !ent and p>od that
I took a fancy to her upon the spot; and
I have never had cause to regret it, for
a der.rer, purer creature never entered a
house, ami I feel for her quite as if she
was my own child. Hut I must say
tl.it I do feel curious about her, and
often think what a mystery she is. She
is so strange at times, and so unlike auy
other young lady I ever met."
With my old reticence, I told Martha
no word of Clara. 1 hugged my eecrei
v ith sellish tenacity, as something too
precious to be shared. She wondered
at my unaccounted for absences, ami 1
think felt, hurt; that I did not confide
in her. She frequently remarked upon
m.< changed appearance.
"1 do declare," she used to sny, "that
I never saw any one so altered for the
best as \ oil are, Master Silas! Why,
you've j, r"t- to look quite handsome late
In the meantime I was not idle. Mr.
Montgomery brought me more copying to
do, end la order that my visits might
not. interfere with my work, I frequent
ly sat ill) I'" Uight writing. My expenses
were very small, and even with the little
I earned, 1 contrived to cover them.
What more could I desire? I was more
than happy, for I was living in un Ideal
One day Mr. Montgomery invited me
to pay a visit to t)io Royal Corinthian
Theater. There had been ji time when
no proposition could have t>oen so de
lightful to me; but since those days I
had soared into higher regions of ideal
ity than the theater could represent. Nev
ertheless. 1 accepted the invitation, and
one evening 1 accompanied him nnd .!o
While I was standing in the side
scenes, looking at the pFa'y, some stran
gers came through a private door that
led from the boxes. They were gentle
men, dressed in full evening COltUUie.
Alter a casual glanoe 1 again gave my
attention to the stage. Presently 1
heard a voice close behind me, whose
tmies sounded familiar in my ears. Turn
ing round, 1 saw one of the gentlemen
talking to an actress. In an instant 1
recognized. Mr. Rodwell. It was a shock,
in which) for an Instant, 1 forgot the
stage and everything about me. 1 nvert
ed my head, .'mil dared not move lest he
should recognize me. But I soon began
lo think how Improbable this was that
he would do so in such a Situation, and
v Ith my altered appearance.
1 screwed up my courage, and turned
round to leave the spot, when, just a* I
w;is brushing past tli>> object of my
fears, adverse fortune brought Josiah
('nek across my path .
"Hello, Silas, old fellow, how are >on
enjoying yourself?" he cried, as he pass
Instinctively I cnst n glance upon Mr.
Rodwell. 1 saw him Btart and look me
full in the face. A row of gaslights
leaning against the side scene glared
full upon us both. His gaze dwelt upon
me for an Instant, but he gave no sign
of recognition, and weni on talking as be
fore. I fondly hoped that be did not re
Quick on the heel* of .Tosi.'ih followed
Mr. Montgomery. He nod,led to me,
and was passing on when, observing Mr.
Rodwell, he stopped suddenly, stared at
him for a moment, then, clapping his
hand upon his shoulder, cried in fl fa
miliar tone, "How do you do, Mr. Rod
He was dressed as an old man, wore
a wig, and was otherwise disguised. The
gentleman whom he addressed honored
him with a haughty stare.
"It is >omc time since we have met,
and I suppose you iin not remember 'the
Professor' in this dress?'"
Mr. Hodwcll looked disconcerted at
"I certainly did not remember you,"
he snid. coldly.
I did not hear more of what passed be
tween them, and should not have heard
this had not my passage been blocked
for a moment by ■ change of scene. 1
was only too clad to get away from the
vicinity as soon as I could make my es
All enjoyment was over for that area
ing, sad I would have chosen rather to
have gone home at once; but as I had ac
companied my follow lodgers to the the
ater, 1 thought it would appear strange
to leave without them. 80, baring ob
tained permission, 1 went into the i>it to
witness the rest of the performance, I
did not see anything. more of Mr. Rod
well that night, but I could not slmke
off n feeling of depression, and a pre
sentiment that this meeting boded me
I waited at the stage door until my
companions were dressed. Hut instead
'>i' immediately wending their way home
ward, they expressed an Intention of ad
journing to a public house, and insisted
upon my accompanying them. 1 had
never been in such a place before, and
the noise and smoke quite mated me. |
Mr. Montgomery called for tapper,
and threw down a coin. |
"Hello:" cried Joslah, staring in blank
astonishment; "have you been robbing a
bank?" " |
".No: I have only been bleeding a
friend,' ' was the answer. i
1 soon began to cry heartily ■wish
that I had -on,, imm.' by myself. Mr.
Montgomery Insisted upon drinking; and
that, together with the atmosphere I v.as
Inhaling, quickly affected my brain. I
When we reached Rackstraw's bnild-'
ings they would not permit me to go
'" my own lodgings. 1 must go into
-Mrs. Jennings' and spend half an hour
with them, |
"You don't smoke, Silas.-" he said to
me. "Oh, you should! it soothes the
brain, it lulls remorse. Tobacco is the
modern Lethe.; or. at all events, it' it dors
not obliterate old memories, it renders
you indifferent to them, which is much
the. same thing. I suppose you have no
phantoms to fumigate. You are still
wandering in the. happy regions of inno
cence" —this with a sneer. "1 had stray
ed very fur wide of them long before I
was your age. At twenty I was a gay,
dashing spark. At three-and-twenty 11
was forbidden my father's house, thanks
to a woman—a prayerful woman, too,
that was always reading religious books,
and never happy out of a chapel; a wom
an with a heart of flint. All my sins:
lie at her door; n wild youth might have
been succeeded by a reputable manhood,
hut for her." i
Idle he spoke his face!-became con-'
vulsed with passion. As the paroxysm
increased, the foam bubbled from his
mouth, and he launched forth into the
most frightful imprecations. I
"1 say, old fellow, don't go on in this
awful manner." said .Tosiah, who. as well
as myself, looked rather alarmed at his
violence. 'Ton my life, 1 can't stand
any more of it, and so I told you last
time. Come, tell us of some adventures
of your past life that are bo jolly amus-
Ing. Silas, here, has never heard any
of them. You'd like to hear some,
wouldn't you." he added, winking hard
at me. I
At that moment I should have much
preferred to go to bed. but I did not
dare to say so; expressing, instead, a
great desire to hear anything Mr. Mont
gomery chose to relate. I
"Don't bo frightened," he said, wiping
the perspiration from his face, and
growing calm under this judicious flat- :
tery, "I am not likely to harm you,
or anybody else except her. But when
I think of nil she has made me go
through, and not only me, but Well,
if I were to think of that long, I should
go mad in earnest."
He went on smoking his pipe in si
lence for a time, seemingly lost in
"I wonder if I were to write my life,
if I could get any bookseller to publish
it? It would indeed he a marvelous
story. Hut I don't believe that half the
people would credit it. I could write
half a dozen sensation novels without
inventing a single incident; but, then,
novel readers would cry, 'They are so
far-fetched!' A man who began life as
a gentleman, and who, for a matter of
twenty years, has passed through e-. cry
phase of vagabondism, must have seme
strange stories to tell."
"Of course he must." said .Tosiah,
again winking at me. "I have often won
dered that you have not set about pub
lishing your reminiscences, or your auto
biography, or something of that sort. But
it isn't too late, you know. Hut come,
now, give us one or your regular start
lers; we are all attention."
<To be continued. >
Sbe Fought for a Life.
Ntivses are among the heroic (iirhters
of th.> world. The Contagious Hospi
tal at North Brother Island. New York,
has recently been the scene of 8 bravo
sacrifice on the part of a young nurse
who displayed that love than which
no man hath greater. She gave Up her
life to save that of a child. The New
York Sun tells the story:
At the Polycllnlc Hospital a little
girl developed tin alarming form of
scarlet fever. It was necessary to
remove her to North Brother Island,
and Miss Mahler, a graduate of the
Rochester University and the City
Hospital Training-School, volunteered
to go Into exile with her. At the is
land diphtheria developed and the case
seemed hopeless. For two weeks, night
and day, the untiring nurse fought,
single handed, and through her won
derful skill and unselfish devotion, at
the end of that time the little patient
was out of danger.
Then the two grim diseases attack
ed the faithful caretaker, and worn
out by the long and ceaseless vigil,
she had no strength with which to re
She refused to be removed to better
quarters, and there, In the very place
where she had conquered for the lit
tle, unknown girl, she fought another
battle, and this time was overcome.
Like every brave nurse, she had taken
the risk, knowing and counting well
the cost, and she accomplished her
purpose, for the child was saved.
Will. Will* to Hit 1118?
Wife—l wish you wouldn't swear so
when you get a bill from my dress
Husband—l wi h 1 didn't have to.
Plans for the new Sacred Heart hos
pital, to be built at Spokane, call for
the expenditure of $000.000 for the
I building alone.
The constitutionality of the road law
of ion:: is uphHd by the supreme
court in a recent opinion.
Congressman Jones has received as
surances from the commissioner of the
general land office that the north half
:of the Colville Indian reservation will
he surveyed 'his spring, preparatory to
| opening it under the provisions of > the
. William M. Crummer, formerly su
-1 perintendeni of the Blacktall, the San
Poll and the Quiip mines ai Republic,
and later at the Jumbo mine at Ross
land, I!. ('.. has gone to Organ. X. M
The Indians of the Colville reserva
tion are preparing to hold the big)
IPourth of July celebration ever held.
The major portion of the big plant
of the Buckeye Lumber company, lo
cated north of Spokane, was destroy
ed by fire. The loss is estimated at
'$80,000, with an insurance which will
cover perhaps, half or two thirds of the
A terrific explosion occurred at Ritz
ville at 2: t."> Saturday afternoon at toe
city water plant in the north part of
tiiw.ii. Nine men were working near a
gasoline engine where six sticks of
dynamite had been placed to dry,
when, without warning, the powder
exploded. No one was seriously hurt.
Labor Commissioner Hubbard an
nounces the appointment of two more
deputies. They are Prank York of
Montborne, Skagit county, and Ceorge
Gregg of Tacoma.
The death of Father Leopold Van
Gorp, for several years general snpe
. rior of the Jesuits' Rocky Mountain
missions. during which time he was a
resident of Spokane, is announced. For
nearly half a century he had been one
of the most prominent missionaries for
the church in the northwest. Father
Van Corp died at Si. Ignatius mission.
Montana, from pneumonia.
The Lewis and Clark fair commis
sion has decided to allow each of 19
largest cities and towns in the stale
a week each at the exposition, the
lime to he allotted by selecting cities
alphabetically. During this week each
city will be allowed $50 by the com-
I mission for the use of hostesses in
providing entertainment at the build
ing, and it. was agreed that the host
esses for the different cities should be
I selected by the respective mayors.
BRUTAL GREED OF TRUSTS.
Kill 999 in Order That Thousandth
New York. -In the course of his ser
mon in Plymouth church, Brooklyn,
| Sunday, the Rev. Dr. Newell Dwight
Hlllls referred to the gift of $UIO,UUU,
made by John I). Rockefeller to the
I American board of foreign missions,
and to Mr. Rockefeller's son. He said,
"The saddest words that have been
written in this generation were spoken
before Brown university by a young
man who is to inherit one of the great
est fortunes in this country. They
were spoken in defense of the trusts.
"Listen to them: 'The American
beauty rose can be produced in all its
splendor only by sacrificing the early
buds that grow up around it.' The
rose has 1000 buds, and in order to
produce the American beauty the gar
dener goes around it with a knife
and snips 999 in order that all the
strength and beauty may beforced into
one bloom, lii this economic argument
this young man brutally tells the work
ing classes that '.<!<:• small busii
men must be Bniffed out of existence
in order that his American beauty, the
trust, may he produced. Listen to
Christ: 'Let the strong hear the bur
den of the weak.' And again, 'Give and
it shall lie given unto you. 1
"These words in defense of the
trusts are the most heartbreaking
things in literature to those who know
what is going to come in the future.
Can you wonder that after that when
a man gives gifts we have no gratitude
Grant's Tomb Damaged.
Damage by the elements to the tomb
of General U. S. Grant on Riverside
drive, N. V., is reported to be causing
much alarm among members of the
Grant monument association, which is
interested with the care of the gran
The emperor of Germany is fond of
(•(dieting neckties and scarfs of all
ages and of all countries, and is said
to have no fewer than 18,000. The shah
of Persia is fond of knitting as a hob
by, and likes to knit silk stockings
for his personal friends. He once pre
sented the prince of Wales with a pair,
his own handiwork.
To Mrs. Charlotte B. Coman, the
veteran doman landscape painter, now
more than 70 years old, has been
awarded, in New York, the Shaw
memorial prize of $300 for the best
work of a woman at the exhibition of
the Society of American Artists. Her
work was "September Morning," d
delicately colored, hazy landscape.
There are in existence more than
"no biographies of Columbus written
in various languages.
I A STRONG IMAGINATION.
"Make some chocolate and somo
cream tomato soup. I think that will
be enough, with the apple sauce wo
had left fror>. esterday and those nice
bakery rolls that came this morning,"
■aid Helen Bostwlck to the cook, who
had come to the sitting room door to
see what the "young leddtos" wished
•'And, .Molly." called Helen, as the
good-natured Irish girl uas leaving tho
room, "be sure to put a little onion in
the .soup, it's perfectly tiat without
"Sure, Miss Helen," answered Molly.
Laura Bostwlck, who was visiting her
cousin Helen while their mothers were
in the South together, looked up as if
about to speak, and then suddenly
Changing her mind, closed her lips.
An hour later the girls left their
fancy work and sat down at the lunch
eon table. Molly brought In the steam*
Ing soup, and Helen began eating /t
with apparent satisfaction, whilo
Laura put her spoon into her dish very
gingerly and took the merest taste.
"I'm so fond of cream tomato soup,
with just a touch of onion in it," said
Helen, in a few minutes. "Why, Laura,
you have eaten scarcely any of yours.
Why didn't you tell me that you didn't
like It We could Just as well have
had something else."
"1 do like it, usually," replied Laura,
who never found it easy to dissemble.
"Isn't it made the way you like it?
I whs quite particular to tell Molly
how I wanted it. r*
"Yes, I know you were." Laura was
making a brave effort to force a spoon
ful of it down. "It's very nice, I'm
sure, but you see, Helen, I never eat
anything Savored with onion. I wish
I could cultivate a taste for onions, it's
so inconvenient not to like them. Hut
I seem absolutely unable to eat them
In any shape or manner."
"Well, they have such a pronounced
I flnvor that 1 suppose if you do dislike
them, you must dislike them very
much Indeed. I'll have Molly cook an
egg for you."
"Oh, no ploase don't. I hate to have
anything extra done for me. I can
make a fine meal on these good rolls
and this delicious apple sauce."
"Well, I do wish that you had spok
en wheJi I was telling Molly to put in
"1 was going to, and then I knew
from what you said that if it was
made to suit my taste It would ba
spoiled for you. It's a Binall matter,
anyway. Mother says most of us giva
too much Importance to what we eat,
and I'm sure she is right. Let's talk
about something else."
As often happens when a change of
subject Is desired, no one could think
for a moment of any tiling to say. Be
fore either girl had made a remark
Molly entered the dining room.
"I just wanted to say, Miss Helen,
that I hope you won't think I forgot
your orders about the onion In the
soup. I'd have put some In, like you
said, but I never noticed till the soup
was most done and 'twas too late to
send for any that there wasn't a scrap
of an onion in the house."
"Very well," said Helen, As Mollc
disappeared the cousins looked at each
other in chagrin for an instant, and
i hen burst into laughter.—Youth's
Is Guest of Pickpockets
A curious story is told In the IxMidon
Chronicle about a dabbler in literature
who has been studying the criminal
classes at first hand, and succeeded in
obtaining an Introduction to "a select
circle of clever pickpockets," with a
regular meeting place of their own.
The first time he shared one of the
•social evenings" of this group he car
ried nothing In his pockets save the
money necessary to take him home. On
the next occasion he took some gold
with him, and on leaving the house,
early in the morning, found that It was
still in his possession, but, on the other
haud, he missed something "of no val
ue to anyone but the owner," a bottle
of morphia and a hypodermic syringe.
"He hastened back to the house and
begged the member of the club with
whom he was best acquainted to get
the missing treasures restored. But
he wa« too late; he was shown the
fragmentsof the bottle and the syringe.
The men liked him, and, knowing his
weakness, had deputed one of their
number to prevent him from gratifying
his morbid desire, at any rate for that
The Worltl'a ii&rgvßt Orchard.
America claims that the largest or
chard in the world is in Missouri. It
is the great Winans orchard, near g
Marshfleld, in Webster County. There
are 86,000 apple trees, 10,000 peach
trees, and 10,000 pear trees, Just at
proper bearing age. The acreage cov
ered Is 1.240, and it Is estimated that
the orchard Is now worth $108,000.
There are to-day in the county 1,000,
--000 bearing trees.
A man cannot understand why an
other should elope with a woman, ana
take her children with them, and '
woman can't understand how a woman p
can leave her children behind.