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CHAPTER XXIX(Continued.) She glanced at him, her beautiful face full of perplexity she had gathered a crimson carnation, and was holding It between her Blender 'fingers. "I will tell you, Ilaoul. I asked my father If love wero necessary for hap piness, and he said 'No.' I believed him hence my mistake." "Your father deceived you." "He did deceive me," she replied. He looked at the downcast face. "It Is a sad story. Tell me, Hlldred why does your pat'cnce fall? I love UlricI love you I can judge between you. Why does your patience fail?" "I do not wish to speak evil of my husband," ehe replied, slowly "the very fact that he has injured me should make me generous to himthe very fact that I dislike him should compel me to speak well of him. I love a noble foe." "If you were a foe at all, you would be a noble one," he said "but you ere not. You may speak frankly, be cause you aro speaking to one who loves Ulric Caraven in spite of his faults. Tell me honestly all about your dislike." She was silent for some minutes, end the crimson leaves of the clove carnation fell one by one to the ground. "I do not lfke speaking of it," she began. "You must see, Raoul, as well as I doyou must understand. How could any one help despising and dis liking a roan who lives for himself, who cat*ee for nothing but his own pleasure, and leaves every duty neglect ed? How can I love a man who mar ried me only for my money, despising mo the whilewho has not since mar riage shown mo the ordinary civility that a gentleman never fails to show to a lady? He is selfish, Indolentoh, Raoul, I do not like saying thda, but tf you saw his cruel neglect, his cruel oppression, if you knew how careless he is as to the claims of Justice, you would bo sorry for mo!" "I see," he replied, quietly. "Now tell me, HlldredI know you will speak quite franklydo you see one redeeming quality amid all your hus band's faults?" "It was mean to demand rent from the poor widow whoso husband was Killed in his service." "I am perfectly certain that John Blantyre has misled him," was the re ply. "It was mean to marry me for my noney," she said, with flushing face. "Ah! there I must yield! It was mean It was, in one sense, the worst action of his life," said Sir Raoul. "Let us make a resume, Hlldred. He is true in word, tender of heart he was never srael he is open-handed he has com mitted but one mean action he Is andsome and accomplished, well fitted to win the heart of any woman. Tell medo you think it quite impossible to love such a character?" "I can hardly tell," she replied, slow- *T think that Ulric Caraven has in fclm the elements of a noble character. Hlldred. Give to a sculptor a block of ihapeless marble, and what does he fashion from it?" "A beautiful statue," she replied. "TTue. Given a shapeless miss of dualities, good and bad intermixed, 7 lay that a good woman from them can mold a beautiful character. ListenI will tell you how." He had drawn nearer to her, and the leaves of the crimson carnation fell al his feet the western wind seemed to pause and listenit with a faint, ubdued sigh. "You may run away and leave your tome, Hlldred but that will be a com- -t THE USURERS DAUGHTER. BY CHARLOTTE M.BRAtHE. CHAPTER XXX. HE thought long before she an swered him, and then she looked in to his face. "I am afraidI do not remember one. Yea, there is one. I have never heard him speak falsely." Sir Raoul's face cleared. "Ulric was a truthful boy," he said. "Do you know of anything else in hie favor?" She thought again. "I think," she replied, even more lowly, "that he Is tender-hearted. He Is not cruel he does, not like to .see people suffer: he is cruel only to me." "True in word and tender of heart these are two good qualities we know that he has a handsome face, and easy grace of manner, musical voice. You see I am trying to discover his good qualities. I will tell you something else. He is a spendthriftI do not deny It. Ho may oppress the poor on his estatetha.t I am sure is done un wittingly but he has never yot refused to help a comrade In distress. Years ago. when I was a hard-working sol dier, with nothing to rely on but my pay, if I would have borrowed, he would have lent me half his fortune. He is open-handed," "Yes." she replied. Sir Raoul smiled. "Listen again, Hlldred. He has done *ll kinds of foolish, mad, senseless ac tions but no one ever told of him that *e had done a mean one." monplace ending. Do that which is nobler, higher, betterresign yourself, submit to your fate and make the best of it. As a handsome and noble Wo man use your Influence with your hue hand to rouse him from his Slough of Despond into a higher life." She was looking at him in sheer won der. "How can I influence Lord Cara- ven?" she asked. "You can do it by patience and per severance. Say to yourself that the task of your life ehall be to make him a good man. Instead of running away from it, devote yourself to It. There Is much said of woman's missionlet that be yours, and surely there can be no higher or holier mission than to rouse an Indolent man to a sense of hte duty, a selfish man from his self-in dulgence." "But how could I do it, Raoul?" she asked. "You could do it in some fashion. The wen-beingnay, the vory souls of men lie In women's hands. Hero is a life-long task for youa glorious mis sion, a noble work. Give your lifo to your husbandto the task of awaken ing him to a sense of his dutiesto the task of making him a good man and a useful member of society, a conscien tious steward of great wea^h, a just land-owner teach him how to be kind and Just and merciful, help him to lead a fair and noble life. Could any wo man wish for a more glorious tzsk than this?" Some of the light that shone on his face was reflected on hers. "It would be a noble task," she said, thoughtfully. "Could I accom plish it, Raoul?" "With perseverance and self-control that would amount to heroism you might," he replied. "You must be the sculptor who, from a mass of qualities, good and bad intermixed, must try to produce a perfect character." "But," she said, doubtfully, "he doea not love me." "That does not matter. I prophesy that he will love you in the endthat when you have roused his soul from "LISTEN, I WILL TELL YOU HOW." its sleep It will turn to you naturally as the sunflower turns to the suu. Do you not foresee it, Hlldred?" And an almost saintly enthusiasm ahone on his face. "It Is possible, Raoul, but" "Nay, be bravo. You must not even think of the word 'but.' You must be enthusiastic over itnothing can be done without enthusiasm. You must give yourself up to it, as a mission ary does to the conversion of the heathen as a martyr does to his death. You must work for it, live for it, die for it. Hare you the courago and the constancy for this. Hlldred?" The light was deepening on her face, the Are in her eyes. The passion of his words was beginning to tell upon her. "I have both the courage and the constancy," she replied. "Think of tho difference in the end- ing." ho said. "Imagine the earl on his deathbed, tortured by tho ghosts of those whom he has neglected, by the ghosts of duties left undono, ready to curse the young wife who, by flying from him and leaving him to his own devices, had hastened his rnln, body and soulpicture that. Then fancy to yourself tho earl on his death-bed, blessing the dear wife, tho noblo wo man who saved him from ruin, who woke his soul from its long sleep, who taught him how to live and to die. Could you hesitate for one moment between these two pictures?" "No, not for one moment. Raoul. I do not hesitateI will not hesitate. I will do my life's work." "That is well said. You must resolro to overcome all difficultiesyou must say to yourself from the beginning that nothing shall daunt you." "I wish," sha said, "that you would tell mo what to do, first. I could go on If I only -knew how to begin." He smiled gravely. "Perhaps you would think my first lereon a very hard, one," he said. 'I will do what you tell me, Raoul, let It be what it may^" "Then I shall suggest this. You wish to make a littlo advancenothing very marked, but some trifling act of civil ity that will make amends, and show your desire to be what children call 'friends.' He did not know what an effort It cost her to say "Yes," but she did say It, and she meant it. "Then this is what I suggest. It was about a spray of mignonette that you displeased Ulric last. Gather some beautiful sprays of It, the finest you can obtain, and take them to him. Say quite carelessly, 'You admire mignon ette, so I have brought you this.'" "And suppose," said Hlldred, "that he repays me in kind by throwing it away?" "Never mindcourage and patience must be your watchwords. Ah, Hlldred, after all, our likes and dislikes should have little to do with our duties! Yon will not be alone in your struggles I shall watch over you, I shall help you, and sympathy is sweet." She caught his hand and kissed ft. He saw her face clear and a bright earnest light shine in her eyes. CHAPTER XXXI. HE walked slowly down the path, Sir Raoul by her side. She looked round on the four high ivied walls.. "I have always loved this little pleauaunce," she said. "I shall love it better than ever now. It will seem almost like a church to me." "Why like a church?" he asked, with some amusement. "Because one of the best sermons I have ever heard has been preached to me here," she replied. "I have learn ed a lesson here. I shall never see these high ivied walls or touch a crim son carnation without thinking of you, Raoul, and all that you have said." Then he watched her as she went from one bed of mignonette to anoth er, looking eagerly for the choicest sprays, holding thpm up to him with wistful, eager face and sweet, pathet ic eyes. "Will this do, and this?" she asked as simply as a child. "Oh, Raoul, I hopo he will not bo angryI hope he will be pleased! I shall tell you how I get on. I am nervous about it." In another minute the beautiful face had disappeared, and Sir Raoul was teffe In the pleasaunce. alone. "A man might lay down his life for such a woman as that," he said, with what was almost a sigh. Lord Caraven stood in the billiard room at Ravensmere he had been playing with one of his friends, who, having received a telegram, had gone to answer It. He stood alone, leaning carelessly against the open veranda, something more than his usual indif ference darkening his face he nevar liked interruption during a game. "A most unpropltlous moment," thought the young countess, as she caught sight of him but, having giv en her word to Sir Raoul. she would have marched up to the mouts of a loaded cannon rather than have brok en it. Looking up, tho earl could not but confess that he had seldom seen a lovelier picture than bis young wife at that moment presented, with a flush on her face, and her hands filled with sprays of fragrant mignonette. She would not reveal her hesitation, but went straight to him, smiling so that he little guessed how her heart beat. He raised his eyebrows as she drew nearer to him. What was going to happen? Before he had time to speak his fape was burled In a soft, dewy mass of fragrant mignonette. "There!" said a laughing voice. "You said this morning that this was your favorite flower, I have been looking for the most fragrant sprays of it that I could find." (To be Continued.) Well Sat Wiled. Aubrey de Vere gives, in his "Recol lections," an account of meeting, in Switzerland, one of those travelers who make it a point of honor to see noth ing so good as what they And at heme. This man was an Irishman, with whom patriotism was so truly a mania that every word in praise of the scen ery about him seemed a distinct as persion on the land of his birth. "What can you compare here," he demanded, "with the mountains of Wlcklow?" "Perhaps," said a traveler, "one might name the mountains of the Mont Blanc range." "Oh," he replied, scornfully, "they're out of all reason! I am after walking along the Chamouni valley for three days, and I only saw four of those mountains. Sure, in WIcklow I'd have counted as many as eight of them in three hours!" "Have you seen this wonderful waterfall within half a mile of us?" "I have not seen It, and I am not going to see it. Didn't I see the O'Sullivan Cascade at Killarney? Down it comes from 6uch a height that you don't know where it comes from. Down it plunges, thundering and bellowing, sometimes black as ink. and sometimes white as milk, dashing itself against the right-hand rocks and smashing It self against the left-hand rocks. What is your Handeck Falls compared to that?" "Some persons would say," was the reply, "that the waterfall here is about ten times as high and six times as broad." "Ah, then," said he, with an added note of scorn, "then the O'Sulli van Cascade is not big enough for you? And tell me this now: Couldn't you take a magnifying glass to it?" Same Old Frog, George Emig, of Beilevne, Ky., W brtaking a big lump of ccal the her day, when a frog hopped out of a hole in the center. It had no eyes. Emig' is a thoroughly reliable man, and al ways drinks straight Kentucky goods. Don't Judge a man by his size. Th biggest fiddle in the orchestra plays the fewest notes. I've b'en countln' up my olessin's, I've be'n summln' up my woes Bat I ain't got th' conclusion sum would nat'rally suppose. Why I quit a countln' troubles 'fore I had half a score, While th' more I count my blessin's I keep flndln' more an* more. There's been things that wa'n't exactly as I thought they'd ought be, And I've often growled at Providence for not a pettin' me But I hadn't stopped t' reckon what th" other side had be'n. So I guess it wa'n't correct, the way I calkerlated then. Fcr there's be'n a gift o' sunshine after every shower o' tears, And I've found a load o' laughter scattered all along th' years, If lh' thorns have pricked me sometimes, I've good reasons to suppose i^ove has hid 'em often from me 'aeath the rapture of th' rose. So I'm goin' t' still be thankful fer th' sunshine and th' rain, Fer th' joy that's made me happy fer th' purgln' done by pain Fer th' love of little children fer the friends thet have be'n true Fer th' girfdin* Hand that's led me ev'ry threat'nin' danger through. I'm rejoicln* in th' mercy that can take my sins away, In th' Love that gives me courage in th' thickest of the fray. I am thankful fer th' goodness, that from heaven toilers me O! how happy and how thankful I forever ought t' be. So Jest let us count our blessin's as we're journeyin' along, Then we'll find less time fer growlln', and more fer mirth and song When you lift your eyes t' heaven earthly shadows flee away Let us learn this lovin* lesson as we keep Thanksgivin' Day. Ram's Horn. In planning for our Thanksgiving dinner, our minds naturally recur to the time-honored' dishes as roast tur key, pumpkin pie, cranberry sauce, baked Indian pudding, etc., and our feast never seems quite complete with out them. It is not always possible, however, to have turkey and some do not care for It. Roast goose, chick en, duck, pork, or beef may be substi tuted for it. Another nice dish is "mock duck," or pork tenderloins baked with a bread dressing flavored with herbs and onions. A menu that is semi-old-fashioned but usually liked Is oyster soup, roast turkey with Jraashed potatoes, turnips, baked squash, picklessweet and sourjel lies a salad, mince and pumpkin pie fruit, nuts and coffee. It is well to have some kind of light pudding for those who do not eat pie. If oysters cannot be procured, vegetable oysters may be substituted. Cream tomato is. a favorite kind of soup. Cooking tho Turkey.. To prepare the turkey for the oven, jplit the skin at the back of the neck, take out the neck bone, cut it close to the body. DTaw the crop and the Intestines clean and wash thorough ly fill both crop and stomach cavities with stuffing. Turn the neck skin down under the back tie a string round and bring the two ends of the string over the wings and tie on the breast. When ready to bake put the bird in the roast ing pan add a little water, small quantities of chopped celery, carrots and onions, two cloves and a small bunch of parsley. Baste with the gravy every fifteen minutes. Cook In a moderately hot oven for about two and a half or three hours. The pres sure of the thumb behind the second Joint of the wing will readily break the flesh when it is sufficiently cooked. Take off strings used in dressing be fore serving on table. After the turkey has been taken out add a little water aru flour to gravy left In pan boll for a few minutes strain and remove all grease that comes to the top. Serve in sauceboat. There is dagger that the rellg'ous significance of Ttank gvig day miy be forgotten. We so soon grow accus tomed to our blessings that we accept hem as a part of the gene al order of hlngs and natura ly come ung.ate uiful by pure fo tfulness or ind f e:ence. But as a matter of fact most 'hings which como to us ccme by the pu.e fjv or ourtry of oiher3, and hew unworthy do w consider the ln grate! writ v. S. T. Walls In the New York L-d er. He Is one of the most contemptib characters with which we meet. We con ider him even uncivil who does not spontaneously say or write "Thank you" for the favo and kin Inrss shown h'm by his .ellow man. Atd this wo of grate ful appreciation is ver lo^t. E?en If it may seem to have no effect upon Mm for whom It was given, it will luck. -r not be lost upon those who hear, nor will its influence be powerless upon him who bestows it. A cutivatlon of the thanksgiving hab'.t wl 1 make to grow the sen of appreciation, and as a resu't our spiri will be swaert ened, our SOJIS enlarged acd the whols horizon of life beautified, 'lhau the ordinary affairs of 1 fe will never more be commonplace our conditions and surroundings will a ways appear in a fresh light. Th!s is significant. The man whose family find In a source of endless delight and joy Is one who does not suffer the common relation ships and the diily intercou se to be come colorless and arid. uch a man keeps leve alive by cultivating the sentiment of affction. His face, his voice, his deed, makes the courses of life brim and spaik.e with a full current of tenderners and feeling. So it is again with the great artist who sees the common in an uncommon light and clothes the most ordinary objects with beauty and charm. In l.ke manner the rel'gLus nature dis closes its presence by the unfailing freshness of its feeling for a 1 rela tions and seasons and customs and days. It numbers its b'esslngs daily, and daily does it express gratitude be cause It feels deep and gLdly the weight of its va^t )Hdebtedn:s3. The years may differ greatly in the com forts and e.sl.:gs they bring, but God's unbroken beneficence knewa no divisions of time. His bounty is an unbroken eternity. All years, how ever hard in the experiences they bring, aro years of blessedness it should be ours to receive what God tends and to be constancy thankful. We should thank him who has made us and prese.ved us a nation. Who revealed this continent when the proper time bad came, and called to Its sheres faith.ul and Q.dy men who b.Leved in Him and in men as His children. Who p.eserved t^e national seeds planted in our colonies and united them for liberty and independence. Who made our young naticn wise in counsel and strong in daf.use. Who pacifl str fes and eradi cated the jralcuses that separated our states and joined thtm anew in one indissoluble u.lsn. Who has given us the wisdom to es tablish free scheo and -free churches, and. haB given us b:avo hea:ted and clear headed men to sacrifice and toll for the public virtue and peace. Who has given us an opin B.ble, a risen Ch.i3t. a Lviag church and a redeeming Gcd. Who crcwaeth this yer of grace with His b:untrulgo-dn-s?. Oh, that men would praise the Lord for His goodness and His wonderful works to the ch'.'dren of men! The Thanksgiving Table The table for the Thanksgiving din ner should be set with the prettiest glass, china and silver that the house affords. Little individual paper cups with frills of orange-colored tissue pa per, at each place would brighten the table. These are filled with nuts and candies. Name cards are decorated with a bow of orange ribbon or some appropriate decoration as' a pumpkin, turkey, autumn scene, flower or leaf or some appropriate quotation sketched in pen and Ink or painted in water color. These of course for a family reunion are not necessary, but they serve to make the table decorations more pleas ing. Gourds hollowed out make pretty receptacles for nuts. Pressed ferns and autumn leaves also add much to the table decorations. Adam should have been a happy man. He had no mother-in-law. It's difficult to convince the unlucky man that there la ao such thing as noi-i,n HAvn BKBIT AW AOTO K. He nhi Hot Want to Fa Wlsat Ho Owed Hla Nclfcbbora, This Farm er. "Look here," said a Suffolk fanner to a friend, "I'm going to kill my pig, but I owe eo much pork to my neighbors that I shall have none left for myself if I pay it all back. What would you do?" "Quite easy to trick 'em," said the friend. "Kill your rig and leave It hanging outside until late at night, se everyone can see it. Then take it in. and say someone stole it. Stick to the tale, and you'll be all right." The farmer followed instructions, and the kind friend watched his chance and Stole the pig. The poor farmer came around the next morning to tell what had happened. "Somebody has stolen nay pig!" he cried. "Good!" said the friend. "Stick to it, and the neighbors'!! believe yon. sure enough.* "But It was stolen, I tell you!" "Excellent!" quoth the friend. "Just you stick to that tale." "You confounded ass!" yelled th farmer. "Don't yon understand? It was really stolen." "Superb!" laughed the delighted friend. "You ought to have been an actor, so you ought." That Suffolk farmer slammed the door and went away fuming.London Answ rs. CANADA'S CAPITAL AROUSED. Never Wan There' Saeh BxcJtemeirot Pliyalciana' Association Trylntf to ICxiilaln. Ottawa, Canada, Nov. 2Cth.This city la stirred up as never before. Some seven years ago the local papers pub lished an account of a man named George H. Kent of 408 Gilmonr street, who was dying of Bright's Disease, and who, at the very last moment, after several of the best physicians had de clared he couldn't live twelve hours, was saved by Dodd's Kidney Pills. People who know how low Mr. Kent was refused to believe that he was cured permanently, and the other day, in order to clinch the matter, the pa pers published the whole case over again and backed up their story by sworn statements made by Mr. Kent, in which he declares most positively that in 1894 he was given up by the doctors, and that Dodd's Kidney Pills, and nothing else, saved hfan. and far ther, that since the day that Dodd's Kidney Pills sent him back to work, seven years ago, he has not lost a sin gle minute from his work. (He is a printer in the American Bank Note Printing Company^ Mr. Kent is kept quite busy during his spare hours answering inquiries, personally and by letter, but he is so grateful that he counts the time weB spent. Tndeed, he and his wife have shown their gratitude to Dodd's Kidney Pills in a very striking way by having their little girlborn in 1896christened by the name of "Dodds." Altcgether, it is the most sensational case that has ever occurred in the his tory of medicine in Canada, and the perfect substantiation of every detail leaves no room to doubt either the com pleteness or the permanency of the cure. The local physicians have made the case of Kent and Dodd's Kidney PlHs the subject of discussion at several of the private meetings of their associa tion. The Ilnw Food HnMt, Just now the raw food diet threatens to become a fad. Certainly many pea pie are experimenting with the new dl etic idea. It woul 1 be far better for the average man or woman to adopt an absolutely raw diet, and eat everything which he could possibly eat or relish 'n a perfectly raw state, than to swallow mtc his stomach the horrible messes which are concocted by the average cook. It is safer, on the whole, foV man to take his food as he finds it In iti natural stata than, to take it as he finds it on the table of the average boarding house or hotel. In other words, it is safer for man to take his food straight from the hands of hte Maker than from the hands ofa French cook.Good Health. Buffalo IIIll's Horses. Buffalo Bill greatly bewails the loss of his horeses in the recent railroad ac cident to his show. "AH these horses," he says, "were thoroughly trained and experienced, and It will take time and moray to replace them. It is not easy to train these mustangs, and even after they're well trained, they need experi ence to become reliable and service able. Insured for S250 apiece, theywere worth at least 51,000 each to me. My horses have to do so much more thaa the circus horse that they cannot be readily replaced. Ihave already mads arrangements for another lot, and wH soon have them in training at the Bridgeport winter quarters."New York Times. Hla Grievance. CleekWhat, glum? And so soon af ter the honeymoon? Isn't your wife aB your fancy painted her BunkerOh, yes but she can't goSf a little bit. CleekAnd you grumble at that? Why? BunkerBut she thinks she can. Brooklyn Life. The Bath Room 'WlndfrTr. It is occasionally desirable in a bath room window or in one having an ob jectionable xoutlook to have an opaque pane. The pretty, frosted effect often seen In restaurants and saloons can be readily produced at home at little cost To a pint of stale ale add a handful of Epsom palts. Mix and apply with a brush. This makes a hard finish thai will remain Indefinitely, or. If desired, may be removed by scrubbing at any lime.New York Evening Poet. The receiver of a black eys feels as bad as any thief. HOFFJS ^/nan Unimex A Few Drops Cures dn Aker Of Aches The abort cut to care pain. Taken lnierrsaliy or ratibed ex ternally. PerfecUy clean and pere. Leaves DO stain. Hold by all drns gists in 2Scent and .V oent bottles. eooBsint ranmss, i* II. fl tfe i Defective