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godnd by a Spell
While he spoke, he wis writing on n
•Hp of paper, which he folded and hand
ed to the visitor.
"Shall I not require the document 1
pave >on as as Introduction to the par
ti-V" Insinuated the gentleman,
"Not. at all. The paper you have in
your hand will tie stitlicient introduction.
In another minute Mr. Montgomery
wns descending the dingy itairoitne.
".lust the name us of old," he mutteitd;
"hard ns nails -not to be moved, Auk
ward their sticking to that bit of pnper
— not thnt it is ever likely to be found
out. They did not half believe in it.
ll n r. Cunning as they are. they are done
—they did not suspect me. How famil
iar this old ramahflckle place looks to
tne. although 'tis many a year since 1
saw it lust. Its mouldy walls suggest
no very agreeable retrospect."
While he was thus muttering his
thoughts, he left the building and passed
out of the court into the open thorough
fare. Then he opened the paper that the
law \or had given him and read the ad
dress. The words were, ".Madame Borne,
Ivy Cottage, ivy Road, Highbury."
Had that paper Informed him that
he was to die within the hour, its pe
rusal could not have cast upon his face
b more marked expression of dismay.
For a moment he stood routed to the
ipot; Mini when jostled by a rough passer
by, went back into the court to stare at
the writing and recover from the shock.
"Great heavens!" he ejaculated. "Is it
possible What can this menu? Who is
this Silas Carston, then? Can this wom
an be She must. The name is un
common; and the same lawyers, too. But
Why has she left The Willows? 1 must
fathom this mystery."
lie stood musing silently for some
moments, and gradually an expression
of dark determination settled upon his
"11l do it!" he muttered again. "I'll
face her once more, although I would
us soon face n tiger in her den!"
Ho buttoned his coat across his breast
with a jerk, drew on his gloves and walk
ed rapidly on, with the air of a man
tin roughly resolved.
Ivy Cottage was a small, gloomy look-
Ing house, covered with the dark leaves
of the plant from which it took its name;
a shrivelled holly tree, and a large, un
trimmed lime, threw a yet deeper shad
ow upon the building. It was a r< m
nant of bygone days, when Highbury
WON a country place; and it looked like
a meanly dres.ed, old-fashioned won,an,
in a gay crowd, amidst the glaring StUCCO
nnd white paint of the new villas that
were dotted on each side of It.
.Mr. Montgomery pulled up short, as
lie saw "Ivy Cottage" inscribed upon
the gate post of this shabby looking
dwelling. He felt more nervous than
ever. He drew out his handkerchief,
took off his hat, wiped his face and
fidgeted with hU coat. At last he made
the plunge, opened the garden gate,
walked up the path and rang the house
His summons was answered by « sol
emn lot-king Bervanut. Madnme Berne
Was at home; but she could not see
strangers. Would he send in his busi
He desired her to say that he came
from Messrs. Fogle & Quick, of (i ray's
Inn. and that his business related to a
certain advertisement which had appear
ed in the morning newspapers. The
woman shut the door in his face and left
him standing upon the steps while she
delivered his message.
Any person who had stood hesid* him
might have heard the thumping of hia
heart against his side. Again he took
out his handkerchief, and wiped away
the perspiration 'hat stood in large
beads npon his fare; yet the morning
was raw nnd cold.
Alter the lapse, .if about n minute, the
d'>i>- r nnd he was marshalled
•rrvant into the front par
await Madame Berne's up
«t was a gloomy room, the
covered with a dingy, dark
c- furniture was old fashioned
and mostly of oak. The lues
t threw in a blink shadow, and
red the daylight. Mr. Montgomery
oil himself with his back to the win-
iw, and in that position his features
.vere indistinct to any person coming
Into the room.
Fire minutes passed, and then the han
dle of the door whs turned, find there
appeared upon the threshold ail elderly
woman, tall, big boned, thin, white lips;
a nose like ■ parrot's beak; light gray
ej es as cold as Stone. She wore ■
front of dark brown hair, dressed in
small flat curia, and bound round the
forehead by n band of narrow black vel
vet. She was dressed In black silk,
and wore a kerchief of white muslin
crossed upon her bosom. Mr. Montgom
ery rose and bowed, still carefully kc-ep
lng his face from the li>;ht.
"Yon have brought me intelligence of
the boy, FUas Carston?"' she said, in a
hard, cold voice, nnd standing only just
within the doorway.
He tried to speak, but his mouth was
too parched, and his voice failed him, so
he politely moved a chair a little to
wards her; but she still remained stand-
Ing on the same spot, not recognizing his
"My time is precious," she said, yet
more coldly. "Will you please to slate
"Stony as ever!" he said, within him
self; "impervious to politeness or blan-
dlshtnentft. The fight must come; the
sooner the better!* 1
"I iini Silas ('arston's representative,"
lip said, in n voice that would shake in
spite of him. "1 called upon Messrs.
Fofle A Quick In the mutter of this ad
vertisement" -producing the newspaper
—"they referred me tO you, nindamc, I
now wait your communication."
At the first found of his voice, the
iron features relaxed into nn expression
of doubt, gradually changing Into one of
astonishment, as she fixed her eyes upon
"Edward Morant," she snid, "what
have you to do with Silas Canton, nnd
how dare you set foot within my houfteV"
Hardly as the tried to speak in a tune
•i| mini sternness, there was an BUXiuUS
troubled ring in her voice, and an imx
i'.ns look in her face, as she waited his
Now that the ice was broken, all his
nervousness vanished. Fearless nnd biti <-r
:i> herself, lie confronted her. For a mo
ment they stood eying each other, like
two wrestlers about to engage in a dead-
Ij struggle. In her face was a look of
intense loathing; in his, a look of tigrish
"Why have you come here?" she stern
"1 have told you. to inquire, on behalf
of Silas Canton, the meaning of this «".d
"What is Silas Cnrston to you, that
yon should (nine here upon such an er
rand V I refuse to make any communi
cation to you. Let him come himself if
he wishes to know anything. This is
my house, nnd I will not endure >«.ur
presence in it."
"Suppose 1 insist upon remaining until
you answer my questions?"
"1 shall have you expelled by a con
stable, :inil sworn over to keep the peace
tow nrds inc."
"It would scarcely be agreeable to my
father, outCflßt as I am, to have his
name branded in a police court, even to
secure your safety."
lie spoke in a voice of cold irony; but
the blood was Hinging in his ears, and
seething in his veins with passion.
•'What have the dead to do with the
petty vanities of earthly fame?" she
"The dead!" lie whispered; the hot
blood changed to n stream of ice, nnd
rushed back upon his henrt. nnd he
stared at her, pale and aghast.
"The dead!" she reiterated, in the
same tone. She looked stendily in his
face, as though doubting the truth of
his astonishment. It was too terribly
real to be douhtini even by her. But
it cmild not excite caie touch of pity in
her stony heart: for she added, in a
voice of bitter irony, "A terrible com
mentary upon your life, Edward Mo
rant. Your father has been dead thre«
months, and you do not know it."
He had sunk into a chair, and was
staring into vacancy, repeating the wcrd
"Deadl" over Rnd over again. Sudden
ly he asked, in a low, anxious tone,
"Did he ask for me? Did he wish to see
me before he died'/"
"He had broken with nil earthly ties
months before he died; his thoughts nud
words were given to heaven alone."
Eagerly the man waited for the nuel
answer; and when it came, he cover'"*!
his face with his hands and sobbed until
the tears dropped between his Bng£r<4 on
to the ground.
Still cold and pitiless ns nn ' --<n statue,
the woman looked down up«>n him with
out a shadow of sympathy in her rigid
face. After a minute's pause, she scid,
"It is useless to prolong this scene.
You can now see tha* nil ties are brok
en between us. I trust I shall never
look upon your face again. As for Siias
Canton, if )'■•>■ wishes to know anything,
I repeat. '-.c must come to me himself. I
take no interest in him. I simply desire
to do a duty which 1 have pledged
mj self to perform."
"Why, then, was he sent to such a
place ns Tabernacle Home?" lio de
manded. "Kept in Ignorance of his par
ent*—pui to menial work. I>o you know
Into what keeping you consigned him?
This Hum — this Rev. Mr. Porter, a*, he
calls himself," he wont on — "I remem
ber as n vagabond—a companion of
mine. You will say he is a converted
mi,her. 1 tell you this man is the vile m
of hypocrites; a trader upon cant, whom
to morrow 1 will expose in the midst of
his congregation, and drive out of the
town. His daughter was once for two
rears clairvoyant in n traveling mes
merism show. What do you think now
of the guardian of your precious
"Leave this house, and never darken
it with your presence again."
The weapons had pierced deep, and
her voice was faint aiid husky.
"Although you may never see me
again, you shall feel me," he went on,
with momentary increasing passion.
"Listen, woman, to the last words you
may ever hear me speak! I have never
Injured, nor sought to injure you. From
the moment you first saw me, you bared
me because I would not emit and whine;
and because I passed a few boyish jests
upon your doctrines, you vowed my de
struction; you turned my father's heart
against me, and had me expelled from
my home, turned adrift upon the world.
That act fell back upon yourself in a
terrible retribution; but while its conse
quences glanced off your steel heart nnd
left no lasting wound, they handed me
over body and soul to Satan himself!
When, homeless and starring, I bare
written to my father for money to I uy
bread, the letters were returned unopened
—not by his hands, but by yours; and
' even on Ms deathbed tou embittered Ms
heart with enmity against his only child!
For the sitkf Of OM <le;tr memory, I have
borne all tins. But Ihere It ■ limit to
nil human endurance, and that Until i*
passed with Die, It serins vmi haTe
one bting still in whom yon take some
Interest —that you have one vulnerable
point, ami through that I'll strike yon!
There is no reveuge, however fiendish,
that I will patiee at. I will never cross
your threshold again, but my shadow
shall be npOB you to the last hour of
As lie Spoke, he drew Hose to her,
foaming with passion, and wildly gesticu
lating, an though he would strike her.
But not one step did she move, but
looked him full and fearlessly in the face,
thcrgh her own grew a shade paler. The
solemn servant, attracted by the noise,
stood terror-stricken In the doorway. As
he »poke the last words, he pushed her
! aside, and rushed out of the house, with
Madame Berne's voice ringing in his
ears, "Beware whnt you do, lest the ven
geance fall upon your own head!"
Left alone, her nerve gave way, and
she sank back trembling, and almost
fainting, upon the sofa.
An honr afterwards, she was on her
way to (irny's Inn. When she arrived,
the office was closed. Early on Monday
I morning she sought it again. But the
| time lost was fatal.
On Sunday, the Rev. Mr. Porter had
just sat down to his early dinner, when
the sour, puritanical looking servant who
had succeeded Martha came into the din
ing room to announce that v gentleman
wished to see him. Thinking that this
visit related, perhaps, to the advertise
ment he had Inserted, and supposing for
a moment that it might be Silas him
self frightened into returning, he eagerly
bade the woman nsk ttie gentleman's
"I'll save you the trouble, Sarah
Jane!" cried a voice. "I'll take it iv j
myself;" and the next moment Mr. Mont- ■
gomery presented himself in the parlor.
There was something about the self
assured nir and insolent tone of the in
truder that inspired Mr. Porter with any
thing but satisfaction.
"You can leave the room, my dear,"
said the Professor, turning to the ser- i
rant; "what I have to say to your mas
ter is very confidential and strictly pri
"Pardon me, sir," said Mr. Porter, as
suming his devotional whine; "1 never,
transact any unusual business on the
Sabbath day, but "
"Don't come this humbug with me, i
Bill Stokes!" Interrupted Montgomery,
contemptuously as soon us the servant
had l«ft the room.
At that name, the Reverend Obadiah
mid Judith started.
"Do you mean to say that you don't
"I do," said Judith quietly,
"Ah! I thought the wonderful eyea of
Mile. Zenobia would find me out," Mont- i
A look of recognition began to dawn
in Mr. Porter's lace. "Is it the Pro- ,
fessorV" lie said.J
"Yes; (iCu the-* Professor," answered !
Montgomery. He hud thrown himself
bnek in a chair, and, with his hands in
his trousers' pockets, and his lvj,rs str«-**'h
ed out, was enjoying, with an air of in
solent satisfaction, the di."»»ay depicted
upon his quondam associate's face. But
Judith sat calm r>nd unmoved, watch
ing the enemy t>* keenly ns though he
had been a w«d beast, whose spring she
momentarily expected, but of whom she '
was not i'le least afraid.
"I am very glad to see you, Proies
pvt, said her father, trying to assume
an air of easy hospitality.
"Don't tell lies! You cannot be glad
to see a man who knows us much nboiit
you as I jIo, and whom you treated so
"Well, Professor, is there anything I
can do for you?" asked Mr. Porter, in ,
his most fawning accents.
"You did enough for me years ngo,
after I had saved yon from starvation.
Do you know that two days back, when
I first determined to pay you a visit, !
I swore that I would not leave the town
until 1 had exposed you iv the middle
of your congregation?"
"But you have changed your mind
since then, saiil Judith, calmly, speak
ing for the first time.
"How do you know that?" asked
"if you had still intended to do that,
you would not have troubled yourself to
take a walk of two miles first."
"I am sure the Professor would not
think it :: trouble to walk two :sii!es to
see old friends who nre so ghid to see
him." muffled her father.
"('ease that humbug!" cried Mont
gomery. "But you certainly have jolly
*nug quarters here; and as you are to
very pressing," he added, with a ma
licious grin, "I think a month or two
down here, to a man who has been
Brooke-dried in the city, would be a won
derful health improver.
Mr. Porter turned pale at this propo
"Will you take some dinner with us.
Professor? Come, father, it is getting
cold." Judith spoke in the same calm,
unmoved tone as before.
(To be continued.t
Hearing the Ilurden.
That service In the regular army not
only teaches our colored brother per
sonal cleanliness, obedience and other
virtues, but sharpens his wits, Is shown
by the following incident:
Some United States infantrymen
were loafing on the platform of a rail
road In an interior town of the Philip
pines, when a train pulled in tilled with
colored troopers, one of whom thrust
his coal-black face out of the ear win
"Hello, coon!" called one of the sol
diers. "What are you doing here?"
Quick aa a flash came the answer:
"Helping to bear do white man* bur
LIFE IN ALEUTIAN ISLANDS,
Where near* and Kaglea Are Lars*
ami Grata Five Feet in Height.
The simple announcement that Mrs.
Annie Ye»eey, of Kudlak, Alaska, hud
returned to her home after a visit to
Seattle, M reported in the society col
umns of the newspapers, meant little
to the average reader, but the visit It
self meant much to Mrs. Vessey, for It
I was the first time she had been out-
Bide Alaska. Never before had she rid
den on a street car, seen a locomotive,
been within a theater or witnessed the
! complex life of a city. All was new
\ and strange to her. Her twenty years
| were spent entirely on Kadiak Island
and the islands of the Aleutian group.
Mrs. Vessey's father, a descendant of
the ancient house of Romanoff, the rul
i ing dynasty of Russia, went to Alaska
i In 1800, and has lived there continu
ously in the Russian settlements of
\ the Aleutians. Mrs. Vessey speaki
Russian as well as English and several
Indian tongues, and her trip to Seattle
was as interpreter for the party »t
Aleutian islanders thu* •went to Qv. at
| Louis exposition recently. While her*
the interpreter, with her baby, 1 year
old, was the guest of Mr. and Mrs. J.
13. Sandley. The baby Mrs. Vessey
dresses In suits made of squirrel skins,
such as the natives wear.
Just before leaviug Alaska Mrs. Yes-
Bey's mother shot a mammoth bear and
forwarded the head to the Smithsonian
, Institution at Washington, D. 0. For
the specimen the directors of the big
'■ scientific museum sent its slayer $500.
, In the skull were found imbedded a
number of old-time Russian hand-made |
bullets, carried no one knows how long :
: by the Alaska bear after victorious '
meetings wi£h his natural enemies. In
the Aleutian Islands the natives have
bo long been- under the Russian influ
! ence that the Greek Church is thor
oughly established, and all its festi
vals and rites are observed most faith
fully. The natives are numerous.
Eagles grow to an enormous size on
Kadlak and other Islands, and the gov- 1
ernment pays a bounty on each one!
killed, for they carry off the sheep and
are destructive in many ways.
The long days of the summer season i
make the grass most abundant, and it
grows to a height of five feet, while!
berries also grow plentifully and en
tirely without cultivation. On account j
9t the numerous wild flowers there
art many kinds of bugs and insects,
rare species of butterflies and bees. In
collecting these for various scientific
bodies, Mrs. Vessey's father makes a !
good Income. Cattle do well, but must:
be fed heavily because of the long and
severe winters. Some mining is done. !
The climate as a whole is most health
wtST /trim;AN r^ftftft.
jk ' Til
In most civilized countries laziness
.a looked upon as a vice. If a man
does not work neither shall he eat, is
the rule in such nations. But In trop
ical lands, where nature is very kind,
food can almost always be had for
the mere gathering. This will explain
why the Fantis of the west African '
sjold coast will not work. A penny a
OAnRYIXO A WIIF.I I.BARUOW.
! , „_. __ l . I
day will enable a Fanti to live like
a fighting cock. Why, therefore,
should he distress himself? If he
, wants any little extra, such as tobacco
or htrong drink, it is even then hardly
I necessary that he should work for it,
for is there not his wife? Ills wife
earns the living, and he consumes it
A hundred Fantis will do less than a
dozen English navvies, and do it bad
ly without a white overseer. Under a
Fantl overseer, they soon begin to
shirk the work and lie basking in the
sun, and by and by the overseer joins
them. Every burden is carried on the
Jead. Set them to carry stones from
! a heap »nd they will carry them one
by one on their head, walking to and
fro, no matter what the distance. A
contractor for tome buildings at Cape
Coast castle Introduced 1 wheelbarrows.
The Fantis rose to the occasion. They
carried the barrows on their u#ads!
"Ethellnda'B suitor r.vpresenti one of
the best families »» Europe," said Mrs.
"No, he doesn't," answered her hus
! band. I've heard about that fnrnlly
j an* it's a purty good one. He misrep.
resfiits It." —Washington Star.
A certain man refuse* to tnrt be
caune he doesn't know tills year* rules
The Maid—Shall I dust the brie- a .
brae, mum? The Mistress-- Not to'
day. Nora. I don't think we can if
ford It— Pick-Me-Up.
Mike—Ar« you much hutted, Patl
Do ye want a docthor? Pat— A doc
thor, ye fule! Afther bein' runned
over by a trolley car? Phwat oi want
is a lawyer. «
Mrs. Casey—Sure, th goat has ate
all ay Maggie's piano music! Mr. Cu
soy—Thank th' lard! Now, if 'he'd
only ate th 1 planny, Old'd pension him
fer loife! — Puck.
"He declares his wife made him all
that he is." "Quite likely. And I
should judge that she didn't waste
more than half an hour on the job."—
At The Hague: "What's that build
ing, par That, my son, Is the Temple
of Peace." "What's it for?" "it's a
sort of club where nations wrangle be
tween wars."— Life.
"So Silas was charged with having
seven wives. Was th' judge severe
CXI him?" "Awful! He discharged
him with all of his wives waitiu' for
him in th' corridor."
He—Like all young men, I have my
faults. She—Yes. but they are so in
significant that no self-respecting girl
would fet'l justified In marrying you to
reform you. —lllustrated Bits.
The Doctor— You don't like travel
ing on the cars? Well, enjoy it Veil
enough, except for the dust t'nd cin
ders. The Professor— Cinders? Eye!
There's the rub.— Chicago Tribune.
Patent Medicine Proprietor — Did
that chap we sent the gross of medi
cine to send us a testimonial? Secre
tary—Well, no; but we got cards of
thanks from several of his heirs. —
Scripture verified: Hearing of a tax
assessor who had been waylaid and
shot by robbers, Brother Dickey said:
"How truly do.de Bible say, 'De way
of de tax assessor is hard. "—Atlanta
"Why, Johnny, how much you look
like your father!" remarked a visitor
to a 4-year-old. "Yes'm." answered
Johnny, with an air of resignation;
"that's what everybody says, but I
can't help It."
"Doctor, how can I make sure that
.thrice I .ise on the table Is free from
Kermß?" "B«u. jt.". and the good fam
ily physician at once made a two-dol
lar entry in his day-book.— Detroit
"Miss Lovelace —Alicia—will you not
consent to be mistress of my estates?
I cannot tell you how much I love
you." "Oh, Reginald— perhaps you
can give me a rough estimate in
Her Mother—Mr. Rloman has been
coming to Be you for quite a long
while. Maude. What are his inten
tions? Do yon know? She — Well, I
think he intends to keep on coming.—
"Young man," said Dustin Stax, "I
had to work for my money." "Well,
father." was the chilly reply, "enough
people In our set are throwing that up
to me without your talking about it"
Tom— So Miss Turner refused you,
eh? Did «he give any reason for do
ing so? Jack—Yen, Indeed; two of
them. Tom—What were they? Jack
—Myself and another" fellow.—Su
perior (Wis.) Telegram.
Old Lady—Meat Is very dear, butch
er. I can hardly afford to buy nny.
Butcher— Why not turn vegetarian,
mum? Old Lady—No, indeed; I wai
born and brought Dp a Baptist, nnd
I'm not going to change my religion
at my time of life.
He —Do you think marriages nr«
made in heaven? She— l don't know.
Perhaps they are, but I'd be satisfied
with one made In—or, that Is. of
I course, \ wasn't thinking what—
Charlie, do you really mean it?—
cago Record-Herald. •
A little fellow In saying his prayers
one night entreated a blessing on his
aunt, who was dangerously 111, a n(
gravely concluded with these words:
"And please. God, don't forget hi r ad
dress. She lives a* 0 Blank street, ou
the third floor to the right."
Newlttl s€« a great statistician
says that considerably more than one
half the world's population Is MM
lnine. Peppery—Ridiculous! If that
■were so how would he account for the
fact that "one-half the world doesn't
know how the other half lives?"
Mr*. Wearle—This is the last tiro*
I'll have a girl who can't speak En*-.
lish. Husband—Why don't you send
her off? Mrs. Wearie— I've been try
ing to for six weeks, but I can't make
her understand what the word "di*
charge" means. She thinks it mean*
a day off, and when I tell her she'»
discharged tho goes out and has »