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goand by a Spell
While he spoke, he was writing on a
•lip of paper, which he folded and hand
ed to the visitor.
"Shall I not require the document I
pave jmi as an Introduction to the par
ty?" insinuated the gentleman.
"Not at all. The paper you have in j
your hand will be sufficient Introduction.
In another minute Mr. Montgomery
was descending the dingy staircase.
''.lust the same as of old," he muttered;
"hard as nails -not to be moved. Awl,
ward their sticking to that bit of pnper
— not that it is ever likely to be found
out. They did not half believe in it.
But, cunning as they are, they are done
■—they did not suspect me. How famil
iar this old ramshackle place looks to
inc. although 'tis many a year sincel 1
saw it last. Its mouldy walls suggest
no very agreeable retrospect."
While he was thus muttering bin
thoughts, he left the building and passed
out of the court Into the open thorough
fare. Then he opened the paper that the
law\er had given him and read the ad
dress. The winds were, "Madame Berne,
Ivy Cottage, Ivy Road, Highbury."
Had that paper informed him that
he was to die within the hour, its pc
rusal could not have cast upon his face
a more marked expression of dismay.
For a moment he stood rooted to the
IpOt; and when jostled by a rough passi r
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 mean? Who is
this Silas Canton, then? Can this wom
an be She must. The name is un
common; nnd the same lawyers, too. Hut
why has she left The Willows? 1 must
fathom this mystery."
He stood musing silently for some
moments, and gradually an expression
of d.irk determination settled upon his
"Til do it!" he muttered again. "I'll
face her once more, although I would
as soon face a tiger iv her den!"
He buttoned his coal across his breast
with n jerk, drew on his gloves and walk
ed rapidly on, with the air of a man
Ivy Cottage was a small, gloomy look-
Ing house, covered with ttie dark leaves
of the plant from which it took its n.inie;
a shrivelled holly tree, and n large, un
trinnned lime, threw a yet dcener shad
ow upon the building. It was a nm
uiint of bygone days, when Highbury
wns a country place; and it looked like
a meanly dressed, old-fashioned woman.
In a gny crowd, amidst the glaring stucco
and white paint of the new villas that
Were dotted on each side of it.
Mr. Montgomery pulled up short, as
he. paw "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 his coat. At last he made
the plunge, opened the garden gate,
walked up the path and rang the house
His summons wns answered by a sol
emn looking servanut. Madame 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 ("Jray's
Inn, and that his business related to a
oertnin advertisement which had appeal
ed in the morning newspnpers. The
■woman shut the door in his face and left
him standing upon the steps while she
delivered his mrssage.
Any person who had stood beside him I
might have heard the thumping of his
heart against his side. Again he took
out liis handkerchief, nnd wiped away
the perspiration 'hat stood in large
bends upon his face; yet the morning
wns raw nnd cold.
After the lapse of about n minute, the
floor rcopent-d, and he was marshalled
by (he solemn servant into the front par
lor, there to await Madame Berne's ap
pearance, it was a gloomy room, the
walls were covered with a dingy, dark
paper, the furniture was old-fashioned
in form, nnd mostly of oak. The trees
in front threw in a black shadow, nnd
obscured the daylight. Mr. Montgomery
Mated himself with his hack to the win
dow, and in that position his features
were indistinct to any person coming
Into the room.
Five minutes passed, and then the hnu
dle of the door was turned, nnd there
appeared upon the threshold an elderly
woman, tall, big bom-d. thin, white lips;
a nose like n parrot's beak; light gray
eyes as cold as stone. She wore a
front of dark brown hair, dressed in
small flat curls, and bound round the
forehead by a band of narrow black vel
vet. She wns dressed in black silk,
and wore a kerchief of white muslin
crossed upon her bosom. Mr. Montgom
ery rose and bowed, still carefully keep
ing his face from the light.
"You have brought me intelligence of
the boy, Kilns Carston?" she said, in a
hard, cold voice, and 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 pleas* to state
"Stony as ever!" he said, within him
a«lf; "impervious to politeness or blan-
dishments. The fight must come; the
sooner the better!"
"I am Silas Canton 1! representative,"
he said, in h voice that would shake in
I spite of htm. "I railed upon Messrs.
| I'ogle & Quick ill the mutter of this nd
i vertiseuiPiit"— producing the newspaper
I —"they referred me to you, ruadatuc. I
j now wnit your communication."
At the first sound of his voire, the
iron features relaxed into an expression
of doubt, gradually changing into one of
astonishment, as she lixed her eyes upon
"Edward Moraiit," she said, "what
hare you to do with Silas Canton, and
how dare \oti set f.M>t within my houseV
Hardly as she tried to speak in a tune
"I mini Mcrimess, there was an anxious
troubled ring in her voice, and an anx
ious look in her face, as she. waited his
Sow that the ice. was broken, all liis
nervousness vanished. Fearless and bitter
as herself, he confronted her. For a mo
ment they stood eying each oilier, like
two wrestlers about to engage in n dend-
I) struggle. In her face was a look of
intense loathing; iv his, a look of tigrish
"Why have you come here'/" she stern
"I have told you, to inquire, on behalf
of Silas Canton, the meaning of this ud
\ eri Isement."
"What is Silas Cnrston to you, that
you shouKl come here upon such an er
rand? I refuse to make aily communi
cation to you. Let him come hiinseli' if
he wishes t<> know anything.' This is
my house, nnd I will uot endure your
presence in it."
"Suppose I insist upon remaining until
you answer my questions".'''
"I shall have you expelled by a eon
irtnble, and sworn over to keep the peace
tow aids me."
"It would scarcely be agreeable to my
father, outcast as 1 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 blond was singing in his ears, and
seething in his veins with passion.
"What have the dead to do wiili the
petty vanities of. earthly fame?" she
"The dead!" he whispered; the hot
blood changed to a stream of ice, and
rushed back upon his hoart, and he
at her, pale and aghast.
"The dead!" she reiterated, in the
same tone. She looked steadily in his
face, as though doubting the truth of
his astonishment. It was too terribly
real to be donbti«d even by her. But
it could not excite one 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
rnnt. Your father has been dead three
months, and you do not know it."
He had sunk iuto a chair, and was
staring into vacancy, repeating the we rd
"Dead!" over and over again. Sudden
ly lie asked, in a low, anxious tone,
"Did he ask for me? I >id he wish to see
me before he died?"
"He had broken with nil earthly ties
months before he died; his thoughts and
words were given to heaven alone."
Eagerly the man waited for the cruel
answer; nnd when it came, he covered
his face with his hands and sobbed until
the tears dropped between his fingers on
to the ground.
Still cold and pitiless as an iron statue,
the woman looked down upon him with
out a shadow of sympathy in her rigid
face. After a minute's pause, she s:>id,
"It is useless to prolong this scone.
I You can now see that all ties are brok
en between us. 1 trust I shall never
look upon your face again. A.S for Silas
Canton, if he wishes to know anything,
I repent, he must come to me himself. I
take no interest in him. 1 simply desire
to *lo a duty which I have pledged
myself to perform."
"Why, then, was he sent to such a
place as Tabernacle House?" lie de
manded. "Kept in ignorance of his par
ents put to menial work? I>o you know
into what keeping you consigned him?
Tiiis man- this Rev. Mr. Porter, as he
calls himself," he went on- —"1 remem
ber as a vagabond—a companion of
mine. You will say he is a converted
sinner. 1 tell you this man is the vilest
of hypocrites; B trader upon cant, whom
to morrow I will expose in the midst of
his congregation, and drive out of the
town. His daughter was once for two
years clairvoyant in a traveling mes
merism show. What do you think now
of the guardian of your precious
"Leave this house, nnd never darken
it with your presence again."
The weapons had pierced deep, and
her voice was faint and husky.
"Although you may never see me
again, you shall feel me," lie went on,
with momentary increasing passion.
"Listen, woman, to the last words jou
DM) ever henr me speak! I have never
injured, nor Bought to injure you. From
the moment you tirst saw me, you b'JTed
me because I would not caut and whine;
and because I passed a few boyish jests
upon your doctrines, you vowed my de
struction; you turned my father's heart
i 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 couse
i quences glanced off your steel heart nnd
left no lasting wound, they hnnded me
: over body and soul to Satan himself!
i When, homeless and starving, I have
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 his deathbed you embittered his
heart with enmity against his only child!
For the sake of one dear memory, I have
borne all this. But there is a limit to
all human endurance, and that limit is
passed with mo. It seems you have
one being still in whom you take some
interest—that you have one vulnerable
point, and through that I'll strike you!
There is no revenue, however tk-ndisli,
that I will pause at. 1 will never cross
your threshold again, but my shadow
shall be upon you to the last hour of
As he spoke, he drew close to her,
foaming with passion, and wildly jtesticu
latlng, as though hr would strike her.
Hut not one step did she move, but
looked him full and fearlessly in the face,
though her own grew a shade paler. The
solemn servant, attracted by the noise,
stood terror-stricken in the doorway. As
he spoke: the last words, he pushed her
aside, and rushed out of the house, with
Madame Berne's voice ringing in his
ears, "Beware what you do, lest the ven
geance fall upon your own head!"
Left alone, her nerve gave way, and
she tank back trembling, and almost
fainting, upon the sofa.
An hour afterwards, she was on her
way t<> (i ray's Inn. When she arrive<l,
the oflice was closed. Early on Monday
morning she lought 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
infcr room to announce that a gentleman
wished to see him. Thinking that this
visit related, perhaps, to the advertise*
incut he had Inserted, and supposing for
a moment that it might be Silas him
self frightened into returning, he eagerly
Imile the woman ask the gentleman's
"I'll save you the trouble, Sarah
Jane!" cried a voice. "I'll tnke it in
myself;" and the next moment Mr. Mont
gomery presented himself in the parlor.
There was something about the self
assured air 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
vant, "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,
Bill Stokes!" interrupted Montgomery,
contemptuously as soon as the servant
had left the room.
At that name, the Reverend Obadiah
nnd Judith started.
"l>o you mean to say that you don't
n member mcV"
"1 do," said Judith quietly.
"All! I thought the wonderful eyes of
Mile. Zenobia would find me out," Mont
A look of recognition began to dawn
in Mr. Porter's face. "Is it the Pro
"Yes; it's the Professor," answered
Montgomery. He had thrown himself
back in a chair, and, with his hands in
his trousers' pockets, and hia legs stretch
ed out, was enjoying, with an air of in
solent satisfaction, the dismay depicted
upon his quondam associate's face. But
Judith sat calm and unmoved, watch
ing the enemy as keenly as though he
had been a wild beast, whose spring she
momentarily expected, but of whom she
was not the least afraid.
"I am very glad to see you, Proles
sor," 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 as much nbout
you as I do, nnd 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 ago,
after I had saved you from starvation.
Do you know that two days back, when
I first determined to pay you a visit,
1 swore that I would not leave the town
until I had exix>sod you in the middle
of jour congregation?"
"But you have changed your mind
sir.cc then, said Judith, calmly, sp< ak
ing for the first lime.
"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 a trouble to walk two miles to
Bee old friends who are so glad to see
him." snuffled her father.
"Cease that humbug!" cried Mont
gomery- "Hut you certainly have jolly
nnug quarters heve; nnd as you arc vo
vi ry pressing," he added, with a ma
licious grin, "I think a month or two
down here, to a man who has been
smoke-dried in the city, would be a won
derful health improver.
Mr. Porter turned pale at this propo
"Will you take some dinnor with us.
Professor? Come, father, it is getting
cold." Judith spoke in the Bam<> calm,
unmoved tone as before.
(To be continued.*
Bearing the Burden.
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 filled with
colored troopers, one of whom thrust
his coal-black face out of the car win
"Hello, coon!" called one of the sol
diers. "What are you doing here?"
Quick as a flash came the answer:
"Helping to bear do white man's bur
LIFE IN ALEUTIAN ISLANDS.
Where Rear* and Eagles Are I-nrgi
and Umu Five l-'eet iv Htmhi.
Tbe simple announcement that Mrs.
Annie Vesuey, of Kadiak, Alaska, had
returned to her home after a visit to
Seattle, aa reported iv the society col
umns of the newspapers, menut little
to the average reader, but the visit it
self meant much to Mrs. Yessey, for it
was the first time she hud been out
side Alaska. Never before had she rid
den on a street car, seen a locomotive,
boon 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 Hoinanoff, the rul
ing dynasty of Russia, went to Alaska
: in 1800, and has lived there continu
ously in the Haitian settlement* of
the Aleutians. Mrs. Vessey speakt
Russian as well as English and several
Indian tongues, and her trip to Seattle
was aa interpreter for the party ->t
j Aleutian islanders ti>«^ ■**JvC to \\j^ «st
Ixniis exposition /ecently. While her«
the Interpreter, with her baby, 1 year
old, was the guest of Mr. and Mrs. J
E. Sandley. The baby Mrs. Vessey
dresses in suits made of squirrel skins,
such as the natives wear.
Just before leaving Alaska Mrs. Ves
sey's mother shot a SMmmotb bear and
forwarded the head to the Smithsonian
j Institution at Washington, 1). C. For
the specimen the directors of tl:e big
scientific museum sent its slayer $500.
In the skull were found imbedded a
number of old-time Russian handmade
bullets, curried no one knows how long
by the Aiaska bear after victorious
meetings with his natural enemies. Iv
the Aleutian Islands the natives have
so 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
Kudlak and other islands, and the gov
ernment pays a bounty on each on©
killed, for they carry off the sheep and
: are destructive in many ways.
The long days of the summer season
make the grass most abundant, ami it '
grows to a height of five feet, while
berries also grow plentifully and en
tirely without cultivation. On account
•f> the numerous wild flowers there
air many kinds of bugs and insects,
rare species of butterflies and bees. In
collecting these for various scientific
bodies, Mrs. Vesaey'i father makes a
good incomtt. Cnttle 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
! ful.—Seattle Times.
WEST AFRICAN FAMIS.
In most civilized countries laziness !
is looked upon as a vice. If a man
does not work neither shall he eat, is i
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 Fantia of the west African
gold coast will not work. A penny a
CARRYING A WHEEXBABBOW.
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 strong drink, it is even then hardly
: necessary that he should work for it,
for is there not his wife? His wife
earns the living, and he consumes it
A hundred Fantls will do less than a
dozen English navvies, and do it bad
ly without a white overseer. Under a
Fanti 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
: .lead. Set them to carry stones from !
a heap gnd they will carry them one
by one on their head, walking to and
fro. no matter what the distance A
contractor for tome buildings nt Cape
Coast castle introduced wheelbarrows !
The Fantis rose to the occasion They
carried the barrows on their L*ads!
i "Ethelinda's suitor represents one of
the best families '« Europe," said Mr.
"No, he doesn't," answered her hus
band I've heard about that family
an it's a party good one. He mlsrep.
resents It."-Washington Star.
A certain man refuse, to tt.rt be
cause he doew't know this Jear . t ru £
The Maid—Shall I dust the bric-a
-brac, mum? The Mistress—Not to
day. Nora. I don't think we cau af
Mike —Are you much burted, Pat?
jDo ye want a docthor? Pat—A doc
thor, ye fule! Afther beiu' runned
over by a trolley car? Phwat oi want
is a lawyer.
Mrs. Casey—Sure, th' goat has ate
ull ay Maggie's piano music! Mr. Ca
sey—Thank th' lard! Now, if he'd
only ate th' pianny, Oid'd pensiou aim
"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 buiid-
Ing, pa?" That, my son, Is the Temple
of Peace." "What's It for?" "It's a
sort of club where nations wrangle be
"So Silas was charged with having
seven wives. Was th' judge severe
en him?" ' "Awful! He discharged
him with all of his wives waitin' fer
him in th' corridor."
He —Like all young men, I have my
faults. She—Yes, hut they are so in
significant that no self-respecting girl
would feel Justified in marrying you to
reform you.—lllustrated Hits.
The Doctor —You don't like travel
ing on the cars? Well, enjoy it well
enough, except for the dust and 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 lend 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 loolc
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
the Ice I use on the table is free from
jcerms?" "Boil it," 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—or—perhaps you
can give me a rough estimate —In
Her Mother—Mr. filoman has been
coming to se 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 net are throwing that up
to me without your talking nbout it.**
Tom —So Miss Turner refused you,
eh? Did ahe give any reason for do
ing so? Jack —Yes, indeed; two of
them. Tom—What were they? Jack
—Myself and another fellow. —Su-
perior (Wls.) 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. lndetnl; I wa<»
lxirn and brought up a Baptist, and
I'm not going to change my religion
at my time of life.
He—Do you think marringes are
made in heaven? She —I don't know.
Perhaps they are, but I'd be satisfied
with one made in—or, that Is. of
course, I wasn't thinking what —oh,
Charlie, do you renlly mean it? —Chi-
A little fellow In saying his prayers
one night entreated a blessing on his
aunt, who was dangerously ill, and
gravely concluded with these words:
"And please, God. don't forgot her ad
dress. She lives at 9 Blank street, ou
the third floor to the right"
Newltt—l see a great statistician
says that considerably more than one
half the world's population Is fem
inine. 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*. Wearie—This Is the last time
I'll have a girl who can't spi*ak Ehr
llfch. Husband—Why don't you send
her off? Mrs. Wearie—l've been try
ing to for six weeks, but I can't make
her understand what the word "dis
charge" means. She thinks It means
» day off, and when I tell her she'i
discharged the goes out and has »