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10 THE SOUL OF PIERRE LAURIER! A NEW PSYCHOLOGICAL ROMANCE, I • ■ BY THE AUTHOR OF "CLAIRE AND THE EM ASTER "-WRITTEN FOR THE SUNDAY CALL BY GEORGES NET. PUBLISHED IX ADVAXCE OF --"5 A I'I'F.ABAXCE IX PABIS. CHAPTER 1. **w*} HEBE had been a dinner party at Prince fit •_ Patrlzzi's, ana from ihe salon of his beau \§_. <i' iliul villa on the terrace of Monte Carlo *-'--** issued soands of music and laughter and au overpowering odor oi willed flower.-, and to bacco smoke. Bohemia was well represented. There was a cigarette In every mouth, even be tween the dainty lips of the three ladles whose presence lent a charm to the festivity. Opposite the nice -nl Dr. Darldnff, a celebrated llusslan physician; neat him Pierre l.auner, a well kuown French artist, and a little furibor along lis friend and particular chum, Jacques de Vignes. The two men were physically not un like each other excel t lhat Pierre was ail nerve and vitality, while Jacques, as the prodigal son, had iten so much veal that to look at hlin one would say another i etui home would end his eariiily career. There was a wild outburst of merriment at Dr. DavidofFs expense. " We've bail enough physiology." " We're here to drink, smoke and laugh." " "Never mind the doctor, he's oil his base." " This is not adisseettng-room." " The ladles are l.oied lo death." " Open tbe window; there's .■ musty, scientific .men in the room." ■■ Let us have a dance." " No. we aie going to leave you," cried one of tbe ladles. " I'm going to the Casino. 1 dreamed that led turned up thliteen times." •' Do what you all please." cried the Prince. " Only be quiet, that's all we ask." __!._ the ladies bad left the room Patrizzi luiued to the doctor and said: " Go ou. doctor, lei us hear more about your wonderful theory ol ihe trausrusiou of psychic power." Davldoll raised his somber, bearded face and replied: "It Is not a theory, my dear Pi luce, but a scientific fact. You'll admit that every human being Is invested with ana animated by a mysterious power which we call the souL Now 1 maintain thai that psychic force may be sur rendered by its owuer and so controlled by his will power, concentrated, Intensified and con tinuous, as io be forced lo enter and revivify an other's body which, from natural causes or otherwise, is parting with Its own spiritual essence and leluruluglo the condition of Inert uiolier." A stiange flush spread over Jacques de Vlgnes' pallid, emaciated countenance, as he listened to the deep, impressive voice of the Russian doctor. •' The thing happened lately In my country," continued Davi-Uitt, as be fixed his cold gray eyes ou De Vigues" hollow cheeks and bloodless lips. "A tain Vladimir Alexievich. seeing lis betiothed, Marie Fedorowna. stricken with some Insidious disease, which was slowly but surely sapping her strength, aud persuaded that medical science was powerless to arrest its course, delerinined to sacrifice his own life and yield up to Marie the full measure of vual eu rigy which lhiohl.eil wiihln his gieat heart. "A ub a faith as boundless as It was intense aud persistent. Vladimir now engage- ln conflict with bis soul, uuiil by sheer force of will-power it became obedient to his wish; then he set It tree. Immediate. the girl's health began to mend, aud in a few weeks she lelt her sick-bed Willi no trace of suffering In her countenance save sorrow for her lost lover." " Did she marry again?" asked Pierre Laurier. "No," replied Davldolf, "although an ex tieiueiy sweet and comely person and much sought al'.ei, she remained faitlilul to Alexie »tc_, aud, strange to say, always spoke of her self as his wife aud in language and manner ex piessed-uid demeaned hei -el like a married -man, Using the plural "we" as if a dual soul were animating her thoughts. "A geuuiue case of 'two souls with but a single though!,'" murmur-- De Vigues with a . de*-r*-drawu sigh. " And -.tinuge to say," added Davidofl, not no ticing the coveit sneer, "various kinds of food such as caviar, salmi, boletus, marebpone, which bad been favorite, nun Alexlevlch aud Intensely disliked by Maria, were now eaten by ber with extraordluary relish." "Ah, my dear doctor," exclaimed De Vignes, "you may be a great scientist, but you don't know woman; -hat's veiy evident!" A hand laid Rent, on his shoulders caused Jacques to raise bis heavy eyes. "Ah, Pierre, is that you?" he murmured. "Jacques," said the painter sadly, '-you love hie, you delight hi all Its noisy -.leasuie-i, wine, woman, song and tobacco, you want to live, you've spent a fortune aeelug such men as our .friend Davidofl here (alas, poor gto.-ers who know no more than we), you long lot strength enough Io enable you lo sit at the gaining table, fuliow the hound.-., mingle iv Ibe dauee, hold the helm of a yacht, Indulge In the euloyuieiil ot the race-course, now a.lihe-eaie us fool's gold to my pick and shovel, 1 loathe them. 1 spurn e'o and yet, Jacques, 1 have a soul which I might well lend you, a poor thing, it Is true, but you could uul look a gift horse In the mouth, Take It, Jacques— will you take It? Here lv the 1 .un, i: of our Ii leads, I otter it to you, say the word aud it's yours." An aimosl painful silence sank upon the group ol ...is. Jacques de Vignea was the nut lo speak. " 1 hanks, dear Pierre, I want to live. I leve life, winch, day by day, nay, hour by hour, I feel slipping away from me, but 1 don't love it so much as to rob you of yours to piece mine out with." "It will be no robbery," cried Pierre, "but a fiee gill. Bob! lake it, my friend. 1 detest lt. 1 loame It 1" '• What's the matter, Pierre'/" asked Patrizzi, witb a laugh. " Had another quarrel with -le nience Villa? If she doesu't behave herself why dou't you beat her?" •* 1 wish I dared to." muttered the painter, as he set his teeth and struck the table with his clenched fist. " Well, good-night," said De VlgDes. " I mast leave you, my ii nice. That's one of the curses of weak luugs. The very bours which I enjoy no-si with my friends I must pass In bed." "Bundle up warm," cried Patrizzi. "The night air is chilly." Pierre helped Ms friend on with bis coat, say ing, "l.emember now, Jacques, my soul is yours." Ala signal 1 tan the Prince a seivanl entered aud conducted the sick man to bis carriage. "How long do you give Mm, doctor ?" asked Patrizzi. "About three months, with good luck and plenty of codllver oil." " hat, you going too?" cried the Prince. "Ah, take care, my pretty fly. that's a dangerous web which you arc buzzing arouud. Keep clear of it." " Impossible!" murmured Pierre Lam I r. " Impossible!" echoed Patrizzi. "Well, yon Frenchmen asiom-o me. Why, it's tue easiest " You mean Jacqvct de la Tt'jnet thing in the world to leave a woman— after you have dime it." he added with a laugh. ."I know whereof 1 speak," he continued, suddenly lower ing his voice and taking the painter by the band. " Laurier, dou't be a fool. Come, go with me to lite Casino and keep away from Clemence Villa." "Impossible, my Prince," cried Pierre. " Well, then, go your ways and good-night to .11," exclaimed Patrizzi, and then turning to Davldolf, he added: "Doctor, there are some diseases which can't be cuied. They must run their Isr." " How late you are this evening," said Clem ence \ Ills, as sbe laid her novel down on the sofa, on which she was lying stietched, her pretty arms over her bead, and yawned. "At Patrizzi'*. Oh, I hale that man." '* Why? " " Because be hstes me, I suppose." " He wouldn't bate you If you would only try to make me happier." " bun, the fame old tune," and the dangerous Utile sorcei ess, more fascinating than ever In her fits of anger, seized the novel and flung It across the room, then turned her face to the wall, and for sole answer to Pierre's pleadings, kicked a dainty slipper Irt-e liom her foot. "Come now, Clemence," entreated the artist, "let's make up, let's be friends." ••You know yourself," cried Clemence, In a smothered voice, for tier face was still Purled In ihe pillow. "that this Patrizzi paid court tome like all tbe rest of you, and that only after 1 re fused to take any notice of lit m, did he begin bis exhibition of spite and malevolence." "Hut why were you so bard on him?" queried Pierre, with unfeigned surprise. With a bound the cnuchant tigress sprang U|-ou her feet, her eyes flashing, her pretty face distorted with anger, and pointing to tbe door, she exclaimed In a voice quivering with rage: "My little man, If you came bei c to Insult me, there's the door I" "On, I know you don't care anything for me," replied Pierre, sadly; "you've always taken good care to let me see thai." "Then why don't you go?" said Clemence. "If yon were still kind to me I could uudet stand your obstinacy; but you spend},. lime abus ing me to your friends and insulting me In my own bouse, and simply because 1 don't yield to your wiilnis and shut myself up with you alone. What a charming prospect I Aud yon are an In itiate, too I Others are ouly 100 happy to put up Willi m.v caprices. I loved you once, and you know it. You used to be a charming fellow, but for tbe last three months you've lost your head. flood-night. I don't know how to lake care ot lunatics; go to an asylum." Never had Clemence looked more beautiful, more fascinating, more seductive, thau at the very ______ she was thus emptying the vials ol her wrath upon Pierre's devoted bead. Tbe painter gazed with a sad delight upou the ex quisite beauty of her form as sbe stood leaning against the mantel In an altitude of Clrceaa scorn. Pierre walked slowly toward her, and seating himself on a hassock at ber very feet murmured tenderly: "Forgive. I am suffering deeply, for I love you and I am Jealous." She fixed her eyes upon him with a cold stare, "bo much the worse, for 1 have no notion to put np with your suspicions and brutal treatment any longer. It's all over nub, I say; all over with; you need not trouble yourself to call again." A pallor spread over Pierre's face. "You drive me away ?" "Yes, I drive you away." Because you love some oue else?" asked the arti-t in low and measured tones. "What difference can that make to you?" re plied .lenience. "I don't love you any more ; that's all you oeed know." Pierre fell the hot blood tingling In his cheeks. "Is my successor a credit to me." be asked in a bitter tone; "you know one's -respect "Oh. calm yourself on ihatiulut." interrupted the cold-blooded enchantress. "1 shan't lose anything by the exchange. He Is young, he Is rich, he is handsome; yon dined with him to uiglii; yon have just left him." "Davtdoff l" blurted out Laurier, stupefied at tbe won. airs audacity. "Bait!" cried (.lenience, Willi a contemptuous cm I of her lip. "thai Kussian cynic who despises women, wouldn't hesitate to use the knout ou one! Ho, no; my boy is a charming fellow; gentle, somewhat gloomy, but eullrely devoted to me." At these words Pierre I.atnler, beside himself with rage, seizing lenience Villa by Ihe wrists, In spile ol her struggles, pr--s-ed her against tbe wall, and meeting her wrathful gaze with Hashing eyes, hissed the words: "You mean Jacques de V igue-'.'" "I do." "And you kuow that he Is dying of con sumption." "1 like him so. I'll nurse bim— his pure devo tion will enchant me—" "Confess thai there's no truth In this story," whispered l'lene wlih a savage glare In his eyes; "lhat you've only invented lt to lormeut nn'." "You'll see!" "Clemence, take car.!" "You daic threaten me?" she cried, struggling to bie.tk away from htm. "iv my own house? Well. I lieu, 1 shall take bim. and ouly for your sake !" "liipimy I" burst from Laurler's lips, as he hurled tbe young woman from biro with such force that she fell back half prostrate on the sofa. "Go on; work out your shameful plan, wreich Unit you are. but I'll have my revenge I Yon shall see me again, (.'lenience Villa, you shall see me again I" and with a mad plunge be ihiew himself against the dour aud was goue. CHAPTER 11. Un the delightful road which runs from .Monaco to Nice, a lillie beyond l-'./.e and just befoie re idling Vulelranche, lv a little bay formed by a break In tlie cliffs, with the blue waters bath ing its terrace ou which mimosas aud orange trees are blooming, there stands a pink-aud white villa, half hidden among led-ltuuked pines, uarK-biue junipers aud black thuyas. Here for two montlis Mine, de Vignes has been domiciled with her son Jacques aud ber ward Juliette, the daughter of a distant lelative. Jacques had graduated with high honors, but c 0:!.;.... into possesstou of a fortune upon attain ing bis majority he bad thrown aside all books "It teat Jacques ptstoL" and serious thoughts for a life of the eimdlest pleasures, a course which had succeed d in draining purse and health with astonishing rapidity. Both Mme. de Vignes and Juliette— now a girl of IS and giving evety promise of rare beauty and sweetly sytnpai hei Ie diameter— were at this tune making the most patient and earnest efforts to check the malady with which Jacques had been stricken, and it was stilt) heavy hearts that tl.t-y noticed hi- apparent rebel of late against the strict regimen prescribed l.y hi- phy sicians and his frequent return to the villa after Hie night dew had begun to fall. Hnie. de Vinoes. not only in view of the fact that Juliette's amide lortuue would now come in most opportunely to swell her son's sadly reduced revenues, but also for the reason thai Juliette was an altogether charming and de lightful girl, certain to make a noble wile and a devoted mother, bad dreamed of a union between her aid Jacques. Now, however, an opposition, as strange as lt was stubborn, bad arisen lo thwart her wishes; not, as might be readily sup posed, based upon the fact of Jacques' Illness, apparently past all human aid, but upon a ro mantic whim or sentimental notion of Jacques, that be must out of gratitude to Pierre for tbe long years of unselfish affection for and devotion to Mm, "give him Juliette," as he phrased It. "He must have her, mother." were the sick man's ott-reieatedwoid«. "He Is worthy of her, too. for wheie, pray tell me, can you find a no bler, more unselfish, more Industrious, more tal ented man Hum Pierre Laurier? I'd been dead ten times over had he not watched over me, mused me, saved me from myself. God bless him." Muie.de Vignes was only too ready to admit the justice of Jacques' position. •'l'm, my son," in ged bis mother. ''Juliette loves you. Juliette has always loved y.m. I can't say to her, 'Slop loving Jacques and begin to love l'lene.' " For his devotion to Jacques and for his watch ful care over his weak and erring friend Juliette was deeply and heartily grateful lo the young ariist, and be was always .sure of a mutt cut Jul welcome lion, both Let nod Mine de Vigne.. One evening shortly after his break with Clem ence Laurier leceived a special Invitation lo dine with the De Vignes. He found Jacques alone In th.- salon, and his heart sank within him at sight of Hit' progress which the insidious ailment bad made of late In sapping the last remnant of Do Vignes' vitality. "I must be quick," murmured the artist, "or it will be too late." The fact Is, Jacques had within the past few weeks experienced such a feeling of utter hope lessness aud despair in his st niggle for life that the darling project of bis college days, 10-wit: the bestowal of the hand of the beautiful heiress Juliette upon bis wormy and Industrious friend Pierre so engrossed his thoughts that Mine, de Vigues, yielding to the whim, bad promised on this particular evening to make Juliette look as "radiant as the morning star," 90 poor Jacques had expressed li. hei e's Juliette?" asked Laurier, "Oh. don't be impatient, my boy!" replied Jacques, rubbing bis thin, transparent hands to gether. " (She'll be down presently and then, ah, then you'll see something to set your artistic imagination in a quiver of delight— a dream of loveliness, a very substantial dream, tim, my dear friend, 20,000 francs income. What do you say to thai?" "Ktches are death to art, Jacques," replied Pieire solemnly, as be dropped lino a seat and passed his hand over bis eyes as If 10 brush away those shadows and shapeless forms which so olten float before the weary eye. "Bah!" exclaimed Jacques, "the money wouldn't tie yours. Juliette could order an occa sional picture when Hade was dull, that's all. Hut what's the mailer, old fellow? One would say that you had the consumption, and that I ' was the -chested and red-cheeked artist. Why, cheer up, man, you look five years older than you did the other eveulug at Pairlzzl's. Don't worry about me, this dying business Is gr ally exaggerated, you know. It's only the affair of a miuuie. It's just the same as death on the stage; It creates a thousand pangs In the spectator and doesn't haini the actor." Juliette now made her appearance, and it must be confessed she tame fully up to the description which Jacques had given his friend. Pierre Lain ler bad never seen her look so lovely, and his sadness lifted lor a moment as his eves followed the tall, graceful, willowy creature about the room. Mine, de Vignes had kept her word and exhausted ber ing unity In dressing the young girl becomingly— a charming simplicity in attire which displayed the exquisite delicacy of her figure, united with a Oie k routine, which lent a most piquant and arch ex pression to her face and head. The dinner was not very gay. Do all that he could, Jacques could not arouse Hie painter from the settled melancholy which seemed to have fastened Itself upon Mm. At an early hour Mme. de Vignes led her son from the room, reminding him that the physicians had recommended as much sleep before mi-night as possible. Juliette was seated at Ibe piano, engaged in Improvising a low, sweet melody, a talent which she posses-ed In a mat ked degree. Lamiersat near her. Ever and anon the odor of the spray of Jasmine which was pinned upon her corsage reach' the artist and an almost suffocating sen sation came over bun. The conflict within bis soul was terrible. On on. side he seemed to see Jacques' almost fleshiest hands projecting above a black and stagnant pool, as If Imploring him to reach out quickly; ou tlie other a maiden of angelic mem. tob-d In trailing robes ol while, fastened her pleading eyes upon him and whlsp eied, "Take me; I'll bless your life forever." And the beautiful enchantress rose before bim, her eyes tilled with ibat savage gleam last seen by him there. Her mocking laugh broke harshly lv upon no solemn peace of his friend's home, and he heaid tier cry out: "1 shall lake hun, and only lor your sake."- With this, Laur lei's heart beat Paid and fast. He called to mind tils lineal. " You shall see me again," and as he tasted this delightful cup which revenge set to his lips, he clencoeo his bands and murmured, " I must; 1 must do It." •• Must do what, Monsieur Pierre?" Inquired Juliette, archly, as she wheeled her seat around and laced Hie soliloquizing artist. " ■ ust save Jacques 1" said Pierre, slowly and solemnly. --.. . " Save Jacques? Ob, Monsieur Pierre," cried the lair young maiden In a trembling voice, clasping her hands and fixing her large brown eyes on the iniist, " woula 10 heaven that you could save our poor Jacques I My last words on earth would luvo <c a blessing on you." -- "And if I do save him, Juliette," continued Pierre, "you will become his wile, will you not?" THE MORNING CALL, SAN FRANCISCO, SUNDAY, JUNE 22. 1890-FOURTEEN PAGES. " Oh, yes!" she exclaimed Jovonsly; I then blushing deeply, added: " You know mamma wishes it. But I fear that Jacones loves some body else. -He doesn't seem to care for me. 1 suppose be looks upon his life as so nearly over that It would be folly—" The young girl hesitated. "Bui," persisted Pierre, "If. I should send him to you some happy and hearty, you will make him love you, wont you, Juliette?" Tears choked her voice. She held out her hand to Pierre, who pressed It to bis lips. " Why, this Is delightful!" he thought to him self. "Save Jacques, make Juliette happy aud punish her all by one and Ihe same blow." Mme.de Vignes vow entered the room with a request from Jacques that Laurier should pass the night under their roof, as was la tact often his custom. " Put lie warns you, Monsieur Pierre," cried Mnie. de Vignes, laughingly, "not to make your appearance at DieaKtast with the same solemn visage which you've worn this evening." Tbe night was surpassingly beautiful, and Pierre, throwing off his coal and vest aud loosen ing his shirt at Hie neck, lo get rid, If possible, of the feeling of suffocation which weighed upon his breast, sat down by the window, He noticed lhat be was lv Jacques' room, from which, on account of the chilly air from the water, he had been removed to one on the land side of Ihe villa. "Ay, Jacques Is right." mused the artist; "It Is only ihe affair of a miuuie, and gives no pain save to the spectator. Then why not to-night?" The dreamy splash of the fountain on the ter race uud the faint, sad murmur of the sea as lt broke on the stony shore, were sounds in sweetest harmony with Pierre Laurler's thoughts aud as sleep, least of all things, seemed likely to come to him, he lose half unconsciously with the lulentlouof descending to the terrace. As he gazed Into the mirror be shuddered, so ashen pale was his face aud such a mysterious light shone from his eyes. fie had never seen himself If that was he. Suddenly he gave a star!, his breath came In puffs and cold drops of perspira tion gathered on his brow. Jacques' pistol was lying iv front of him. (Gradually the fearful stoking sensation passed olf. The painter looked Into the mirror and smiled, then leaching out look up the weapon, thrust It luto his pocket aud passed noiselessly out of the room. The deliciously cool night air soou rid the painter's brain ol all Us" phantoms and he sat down wheie he c. uld look out on the sea and heal Its voice more plainly. " Suppose Davidnlt should be wrong?" he whispered to himself, "suppose this thing called mv soul, this breath, this shadow, should not yield obedience to my will? Well, what harm? A few tears, a lew ah nie's and 1 would be for gotten. When ouly one goes so many are Mill led. And it would be a ulumph for Clemence Villa. ' Must I not be superb,' she would say, ' lhat men are willing to die for me this way.' Ah, but II I can only return, what a loug sweet in toxicating draught of revenge will be mine! And Jacques, too. restored to health aud my name coupled each day wlih a blessing by that child Of heaven, sleeping sweetly beneath that roof winch 1 have now abandoned ever. Farewell, Jacques, lake my soul, freely, willingly, 1 give It lo thee." "What would you do. Monsieur Pierre?" asked a soft, low voice, so tremulously sweet that it seemed to have fallen from the heavens over his head. "Juliette I" "What would you do. Monsieur Pierre?" was spo eu again in that same gentle voice. "b .ye Jacques," murmured Pierre. "Save Jacques?" she repealed slowly, "If that is what you would do, com.-, for he is dying aud calls for you. Your voice, your touch may save Dint, come 1" Taking Pierre by the hand, Juliette led him slowly lmo the house. The paroxysm had al ready passed and Jr cques welcomed his friend wlih a taint smile and feeble pressure of the hand. Toward morning, Pierre prevailed upon Mine, de Vignes and Juliette logo to rest aud lei bim watch out the resl of the nlulit alone. Jacques had now fallen asleep and his friend sat there by the bedside thinking over the strange events of the night, bow Juliette had stayed his baud at the veiy moment he was rhoiil to set his soul free, and at ihe very moment, too, when Jacques was ciyiugou; foi it. ••Ougut 1 not to heed this admonition?" Pierre asked m.-ell. "Ought I nut to turn back at Juliette'-, call? Is this not the baud of fate laid upon my shoulder? Fate? What is fate but another name for surrender? Men make fate as much as fate makes ihein. Juliette bids me save Jacques. I'll obey her. Davidotf Is right; ills not physical power that Jacques stands lv need of hut will power. lie is dying because be re fuses to tight for breath until nature can repair the evil done by his ancestors." "Ah, Jacques, awake, are you?" murmured the artist as the sick man opened his eyes and cave a deep sigh of regret at sight of earthly light again; "dilnk this, it will sueuglbeu you," said Piene. Jacques obeyed mechanically. "How useless, how useless," he whispered, as be sank back upon his pillow; "what do a lew days longer signify, my friend.' Why not let me go. Why cling io me so?" "Listen, Jacques," said Pierre, Impressively, "theie is really uo ueed oi your going at ail. Davidofl says, and 1 believe bun, that huudieda of men lead active lives and attain old age with no more lung surface than you have; that the oilier organs of your body are entirely free from disease and Thai It Is simply a case of de pressed sprints cans d by tin- presence of car bonic acid gas In your system; tbat you are dy ing, in other wolds, ol ludillercuce aud despond ency." "Call it what you will, dear Pierre," murmured the sick man, "1 am dying, nevertheless; bin don't let It worry you. I kuow it Is not pica «ant. It Is as much a bore to you, 1 suppose, as it is to me. It Is such a roundabout load. I always did hate curves and angles when 1 was at school. Dou't you remember how lhey used to call me •straight-line Jacques?' " "It is wondeifui I" said I. Hurler to himself, as be gazed upon his fnetid's face. "See what a trauslormallon has taien place I lie is not the same person. The veiy moment be is rescued from himself be begins to mend. Davldolf is right, this Is a disease of the mind and 1 can save him. I can tnealtie a spirit into thai trail body which will rescue it from dissolution. Tiie soul of lien c Laurier io the body of Jacques de Vignes." •• Jacques," suddenly cried Pierre, " give me your hands. Nay, both ol them, now pre*, hard aud look me lull in the lace, but don't thiuk; let me do the thinking. Be passive, receptive, as if you weie waiting for something to happen or were expecting to hear some call or sound, or have some hand touch you. Now, tel! me, Jacques, what do you see, do you see no one, do you hear nothing?" " Yes, yes, plene," whispered De Vignes, as he clung convulsively to Ibe palmer's bauds, bis lips parted, his breaih coming with a sound of \MsUtJt i _f^_H.i_iSy "Laurier reached Jacques bedside." escaping air. "1 hear her voice; lt grows plainer and plainer— she is coming, she ls here 1" " Who, Jacques, who?" whispered Laurier eagerly, as he bent down to the sick man's pil low. " CI mcnce Villa!" "Oood!" exclaimed Pierre; "that was your brain, but my thought," and as he rose and sur rendered Ms place to Mine, de Vigues some thing pressed against his breast. It was Jacques' pistol. " You need rest. Monsieur Pierre," said Mme. do Vignes gently; " I have sent your coffee to your room. Sleep until dinner, anyway." Juliette soon Joined Mme. cc Vignes at Jacques' bedside, but the sick man took uo note of her presence. He had sunk Into a stupor-like doze, and although he replied when spoken to, yet he seemed scarcely conscious that tils mother was bathing his face, feeding him aud giving Mm drink. Suddenly a quick, sharp noise smote the ears of the two women painfully. Juliette gave a low scream and seized Mine, de Vigues' arm. Her face was whiter than Jacques*. "Oood heavens! what was thai?" asked the young girl, fixing her eyes with a wild stare up m Mute, de Vigues. The next instant Pierre's voice was heard In the corridor. "Jacques 1 Jacques!" Stiggerlng along from do to chair, leaning heavily on a table as he passed it, Laurier reached Jacques' bedside, and, seizing one of his bauds, drop.-cd down In a kneeling position, then sank lower and lower, until his bead reached the floor. With a [•leicing shriek of terror Juliette started toward the door, hut recovering herself she turned back, and, approaching the prostrate man, bent down over Mm with an agonized look as she exclaimed, sobbing In wild grief: "He has slain himself, rash man; he has taken Ms life; call lor help, It may not be too late." "lt ls loo.Jlate, Juliette," muttered I'le.ire Lain I i, with a rattling sound in bis throat. "Jacques ! Jacques!" The sick man opened his eyes languidly, "Jacques, don't you hear me? 1 have kept my word— lake It— lt will save you ! lake Hie soul of Pierre Laurier 1" As the words "Pierre Laurier" fell on Jacques' ears he opened his eyes, loosed wildly about for a moment, sat up in bed, and repeating them slowly as if his mind were wandering, "Wheie is Pierre Laurier, mother?" he asked. -' My son," said Mme. de Vignes, with tears choking her voice, "here he lies, dead." "OUod!" shrieked Jacques, and fell back so heavily upon Ms pillow thai it almost seemed as If his soul and Pierre's bad lelt this world to gether, Willi their wings keeping time, as their teet of clay had kept step on earth for so many -■' ear -*- CHAPTER 111. For several days Pierre Laurler's suicide was the engrossing subject of conversation at Monte Carlo. Men discussed it over tbeir wine and cigars, and women used the day of the month, his age and the number ol letters In bis name for lucky numbers at the gaming-tables. Clemence Villa was very proud of her work. " I shall soon be a famous woman," she re marked, " if men go on killing themselves for me at this rale. That makes two Inside of twelve mouths. Not bad. Now, II De Vignes will ouly follow suit, what a record lhat will be! All Purls will D-. talking of me!" "Madam," said Dr. Davldoff In slow and meas ured tones, as be was taking leave of Jacques several days alter Pierre Laurler's suicide, "the mystery of fit* is as deep to-day as It was six thousand years ago. In plain words, we know nothing about It. Don't smile Incredulously when I tell you that your son lias been cured. The terrible hurt which his mind i bas received has turned tine's thoughts away from the mere physical weakness, and be will now gel well. For the moment nature Is bewildered and stunned; but .In a few days she will tie broken tlneads, adjust derangements, level Inequalities aud - then Jacques will awake to a new life. Dou't be alarmed at any paroxysms of grief; encourage tbem rather. Keen his thoughts on Pierre, talk to him of his dead friend." - i Davldoll was right. In a few weeks Jacques de Vignes began to show mar- signs of im provement. I He spent most of th. day on the terrace In line weather with Juliette by Ids side reading lo bim from Pierre's books or listening to loug tales of their school lue. Mine, de Vignes moved about as If In a dream of bliss at sight of ber son's returning health and bis manifest pleasure lv her ward's society, . It was almost too much lo hope for, and ten times lv a singlet day she descended to the terrace to satisfy herself that It was not all the figment of her Imagination. Davldoll was delighted when he was told of the pleasure which Jacques took in listening to the reading of Pierre's favorite authors, liut this did not satisfy the Kussian physician. He determined to make several ex periments In order to satisfy doubting minds of the truth of his theory, for, as far as he was con cerned himself, he was firmly persuaded that the soul of Pierre Laurier had passed Into De Vignes* body, or, to make the statement seem less audacious, tbat the death of Pierre Laurier, occurring under the peculiar circumstances which it did, would have a deep, lasting and pow erful Influence upon Jacques de Vigues, mentally and physically. Mme.deV lanes was let Into the se cret of the proposed experiment, for Davldolf was desirous of having them occur at tbe villa and that Jacques should be kept as tar as possible ln Ignorance of them. These experlmeuts consisted of two kinds, one addressed to the mind and tbe oilier to the body, lhat is a mental aud a physi cal lest. Hitherto De Vignes had richly merited bis sobriquet of "straight-line Jacques," for there was an utter absence of the po.'tio and esthetic -unci to him. He was color blind, could scarcely distinguish one melody from another, and preferred the hard and angular figure of ihe athlete to the graceful outlines of the female form, liut vow. however, the Intentional dis cords lv color groupings, which Mine, de Vigues or Juliette, at Pavilion's suggestion, were guilty of in their costumes were at ouce noticed aud condemned by Jacques; nor did he atop here, for he not only noticed the error but directed how it might be cured. His ear, likewise, began to show a wouderlul acuieness in detecting a false note lv music or calling intention to a voice singing off the Key. The curved Hue no longer offended him, and be halt unconsciously laid aside the magazine of outdoor sports for the art journal. Knowing of bis repugnance to several kinds of wine, notably sherry and Tokay, and to auy dish containing even the slightest suspicion of garlic, Davidofl caused careful experlmeuts to be ii 0\ It JLJl ■'i^rHf^- "Don't, don't come in," made and found In each ease that the nerves of taste had undergone as marked a change as the subtler senses of sight and hearing. Iv a word, Jacques de Vl-nes, as he took on a new body, look on a new mind. He was no longer himself. The doubters merely .colled and said: "He Is posing I A man doesn't receive the gift of a soul every day. De Vignes is simply taking advantage of a Menu's hallucination to gain a llltle notoriety. Watch him I He'll go back to Ms old tricks In a few months, to Ins athletic sports, lo the races, to his hunting breeches and turn bis bacx ou art and curved Hues." Davidofl was somewhat startled one morning to receive a note from Mme. de Vignes asking lor an immediate In view. As the Russian scientist entered the room her Hist question was: "Was Pierre in love with a certain adven turess by Ike name of Clemeuce Villa?" "Foolishly, unreasonably, madly 1" was David oil's answer. Mine, de Vignes sauk upon the sofa with a groan and covered her face with her hands. " My dear niadame," began Davldoll, apolo getically, "I, crave forgiveness— possibly I was too fiank—l should have remembered that you looked upon i'ierie l_ui as .somewhat diller eni from the oidiuaiy iun of young men— a sort of model, -..!. , Industrious, and lull of earnest purpose— l—" "No, doctor," replied Mme. de Vignes, as she uncovered her grle.-stiickeu countenance, "you have not offended me; on the co in ary, 1 thank you for your frankness. No matter how repul sive, iheie are limes when absolute truth Is the only thing that will satisfy us. Ah, Dr. David ofl, you know how skeptical I am as regards your theory of the migration of Pierre Laurler's soul, but I do admit the existence ot psycho logical phenomena, such as the Influence ul mind upon mlud and mind upon matter. Nor can I deny that since his almost inliaculous tecuveiy giving way to my feelings lv this way, but my dear madam, think of the scientific value of Ibis piece ol news, think ol the honorable mention of my name In the scientific journals after so many Jacques has to many ways grown to be very like Pierre; but, alas, doctor, in Inheriting the good I fear me that my dear sou will be constrained to lake it, evil along Willi It." "You mean, ma. lame," cried Davidofl breath lessly, scarcely daring to hope thai his theory had received such a brilliant confirmation— "Thai Jacques has fallen madly In love with Clemence Villa?" groaned Mine, de Vignes. "Superb I splendid I grand 1" ejaculated Da vidofl, paring the fluor and rubbing his hands together with the air of a man who has just learned a piece ot the most gratifying news. "Docloi Davidofl I" exclaimed Mine, de Vignes, with mingled contempt and indignation pic tured on her face, "is tills the time and place " "Ten thousand patdons, my dear Mine, de Vigues," said Davidofl, bowing with the grace of a Parisian ut the north and raising Mine, de Vignes' baud to Ms lips. "l know I was brutal in years of contemptuous Mugs, think how 1 have labored to a tract the attention of scientists to these magnificent problems of psychology, think of all these and condemn me it you cau !" "And a woman's reelings, a mothet's heart, I suppose," cried Mme. de Vigues, "goes for naught. She may weep, she may wring her banus, but your science cares nothing lor that. -he was ought luto the world to show how much weight a human heart can bear and not be crushed." "Dear madam," pleaded Davidofl, "your grief Is a- noble as il is affecting. Don't think that I do not sympathize with you. My whole being Is stilted at sight ol your sorrow, but look at It In another light, This Is Ihe ice paid; good and evil are so mixed In this world that oue cannot be had without the other." Mine, de Vigues' shapely head was resting on her baud in an attitude ot deep attention, but her look ol anguish showed that sue was drawing but Utile consolation Horn the Itusslan's words. ' Walt, dear madam," continued Davidofl, "don'i be too Impatient. In the unseen as In the visible world there are conflicts, commotions, upheavals, (live tie psychic either lime lo settle and purity Itself. Turbidity Is nature struggling to rid heisell of impurities. She begins with graphite and ends with the diamond. As Jacques grow* strong -r and stronger, he will grow more and more like Pierre and Pierre, you remember, while he was subject to sudden and violent likes and dislikes, yet hi the end his vision cleared and Ms Judgment* were astonishingly sound aud sane." "And yet. Doctor," replied Mme. de Vignes, sadly, "il it should transpire that Pierre's love tor this woman was the outcome of Ms deep, earnest, manly nature, you must admit lv older to lie liiLio.ii thai my poor buy would inherit mat inclination with increased Intensity." •' I do, madam, "said Davidofl calmly, " but I do not admit that Pierre I. am lei's affection for Cieineiue Villa was, at the tune of Ms death, such as you describe It. There had been differ ences between them, aud who can say luavnap Jacques took the title to that remainder of affec tion with a cloud— if I may so express myself— of suspicion, even haired resting upon It." ! "Ood grant lhat it may be sol" exclaimed Jacques' mother fervently. " But for ihe lime being, dear madam," added Davldoff, with a smile, "be guided by my judg ment. Do nothing, say nothing. Let Jacques go his way without let or hlndrauce, as the lawyers say." Mme. dc Vignes promised to follow Davl doll's directions Implicitly. Breakfast was now announced nnd the liussiau scientist was easily persuaded to accompany his charming friend to the table. "No psychology with my tomato omelette." whispered Mme. de Vignes, pressing Davldoff's aim on enteilug the breakfast-room. Here they were joined oy Juliette, looking as ladianl and velvety as Hie loses at her throat. As Davldoff's eyes rested on tins vision of del icate and sympainetlc loveliness he murmured to himself: "Man is a Strange creature! There Is but one animal to which he may be compared and that Is— man!" •'I have back." C emence Villa was gazed at with envious eyes by the -J-, **-:"-"?". giddy throng which hovered around the gaming tables at Monte Carlo. "Not only does the poor lover with delicate consider ation commit •_■,*•'•?• *"■■- his rich friend make noon ,1 ""-?'-' "* *" VB •■-•-* »<--■ *••" she wins -10.000 francs lv the very ck ot lime lor her trousseau. Such is luck!" Cain! 9 W " lUe Xl " of "■ 9 c, - nvers *- ll s>n at the -•_*■__-_ th "! Cleme *-cc enjoyed her suddenly ac quired no oilety would be putting li very mildly -she fairly reveled "* **• It seemed to impart a new charm to her beauty, a new strength to her power, of *-. '-'""--'--* Admirers sprang up like armed me , - ron * '--<- dragon's teeth, and were jus .about as read, to destroy esch other, but is f_Jss"!i "'-" -»»lMent and seemingly unaf eve- constancy, turned a deaf ear to the hen eyed words of all these wooers, Jacones de 2_____.'-V fla,t ; re **- *--■ l " vehement* at the _*__ P. 1 * <- t0 'be beautiful woman whose smiles seemed to oe _- carefully garnered for him. _Ji,r.-!._ -•"•P- 6 ** 08 --'*-* "---**- wlib the quick ,"-f''"! the woman of «■-*• world, bad __!______-___ "' 0 fi,9 l - lnt '"*<*• Invisible "5 -___« . observer, 0 - decay charms. • The ■10- Tr- ll" a, . ' mcd he '; aDd *">• **----« **°* be" nra» "*,. c ° niln X to a conclusion, which was to _,_.__ i7 ,e< - u -*-- •-<- Vl(:De -* " |U> a marriage as co-rt- ot •_____? " * ha saw that *" the •■•""-■•'• mu, Ll"''"*- ncr ,cl *-" ai *** «--«"- I" Bohemia rnlndth?. 8 .°" . ,0 ■ clo,e ' -""-''be called to wb eh ?«", ',,'' ___****____! and cruelty with h„ ii tlie dethroned rulers of tnat 111 -ilelined i but oy no means shadowy kingdom were abandoned ___*-* wiirtleis aud followers of former days, <____ *-*- < -9-.» <-« Vigues' wife, her career as a "•""••titer of Bohemia would soon be forgotten, jini his honorable name would slowly but surely i" 1 her fiom the sllppeiy paths she had trodden tothe Arm, safe and pleasing ground of eminent respectability, < It was a dream tbat such a woman often indulges ln, but bas not the moral courage to transform Into reality. Clemence Villa lacked nothing less than sbe did audacity. It bad been the key-note of her success lv life. It had given ber mediocrity as an actress the stamp of talent. She bad taken the world by tbo throat rather than by tbe heart. She had not corrupted the Jury, sbe bad overawed It. Never as a man so overwhelmed with tender ness, so literally besieged with attention and consideration, as Jacques de Vignes by Clem ence Villa. It was a revelation to bim. He had been accustomed to look upon women as lull of guile, many hundred times gentler than doves when occasion required, but always a great deal wiser than the best-educated serpent It Is not to be wondered at that Jacques was touched by these delightful manifestations of tireless devotion and unaffected unselUshness. In a tew short weeks he found himself as Davldolf had phrased it, " foolishly, unreasonably, madly" ln love wltn Clemence Villa. . Juliette noticed his frequeut and protracted absences from home and was not a Utile sur prised at ' me. de Vignes' calmness aud compos ure under such circumstances. Wheu he did make bis appearance Jacques was all amiability and gentleness, but, with a woman's intuition, Juliette fed that there was a certalu Indifference latent uuder all tbls show or friendliness. .Villi ing occurred to mar the serenity of tbe existence which bad spread Its geutle powers of fascina tion over Jacques until toward the close of the season and the lease of the pretty little rose covered coltage reuted by Clemeuce was about to run out. "Now or never," thought the enchantress as her thoughts were busy with her approaching re luru to Paris, sue knew only too well how dan gerous it would be lor her to allow Jacques to tasle the pleasures or life at tho capital alter his miraculous restoration to health, unless the scheme of marriage could be hist carried out. That evening a dread feeling of uncertainty look possession of her. She followed Jacques to the door aud eudeavored to get fiom him a piomise to reluiu iii-moiiiiw morning and breakfast with her. llut all lv vain. He would set no hour. "Uood-by, good-by, my sweet," was his cheery cry as he walked toward the door; "dou't be foolish, you shall see me again to-morrow some lime. li will not be long belore you shall see me again." "Jacques! Jacques!" came from Clemence's bloodless lips lv a strangled voice as she stag gered back against the wall. "For God's sake, ( lenience, what's the mat ter." cried De Vignes, calcium, her in his arms. " Why, how pale you are; how you liemble. Let me call your maid?" " No. no," gasped Clemence; " It will soon be over. A sort of vision came over me, my darling. 11 seemed as 11 1 was purling with you loiever. I'm belter now. Now I'll let you go, dear Jacques, but come early to-morrow. You will, wout you?" "Yes, yes, certainly," replied De Vignes. "And now that you're ailing, sweetheart, I'll come and take breakfast with you." And lay lug bis band upon the Knob of the door he drew him self up in muck digully uud exclaimed iv meas ured tones, "Never mlud your villous, clemeuce, you shall see me again I" As the door closed behind him, the woman covered her face wlib her hands, gave a half shriek, Half groan, and then called loudly for help. In an instant her maid was at her side. "To bed, lo bed!" whlspeied Clemence, and sbe dragged herself along towaid Ibe suitcase. Iv a lew hours she seemed to recover her self possession and began to chatter with ber maid and made unusual ellorts to draw from her the gossip and scandal or the day. " What do you thinK they say, madam? Why, they say that liene Laurier didn't die because you wouldn't love him, but thai be killed himself so lhat he might give his soul to Monsieur de Vigues. Did you ever hear anything so ridicu lous? Good Heavens! what's the matter, madam V You aie 111. 11 bat shall Ido for you?" " Nothing, nothing," gasped clemeuce, "ouly dou't leave me alone, not lor a single moment, 1 am so alt aid of ghosts and your ghost story has set me all In a liemble. Gu ou with my hair now, only dou't tell me auy more ghost stones. 1 can't stand lliein. They frighten me lo death." " Dear madam," cried her maid, " your hands are burning up with fever. Let me send for your physician: you are really 111. Your lace Is red und while by turns; please give me leave lo call a doctor. Now your skiu Is cold as Ice." " No, no," whlspeied Cieineuee, " lil be bet ter alter a good night's sleep, only don't leave me atone, uol lot a single moment. Do you hear; not for a slugle moment I" 11 lieu De Vigues leached Hie house the next nioiulug he was uol surprised lo hear ol Clem euce's Illness ', hut he was to be told that she was threatened Willi bralu lever. Ihe servants shook their heads mysteriously, aud lnlormed him that iheir mistress had passed the night In halt delirium, calling out lor mercy at the bands of 1 lei ie Laurier, out that she persisted iv re fusing lo allow a physician io he called lv. Jacques bouuded upstairs, and entered the room on tiptoe. lie instant Clemence Villa's eyes rested upon him she uttered a piercing shriek and tell back ou ihe pillow, covering her lace Willi her bauds as 11 io shut out some hai i owing sight. " Don'l, don't come In," she pleaded lv piteous tones. " Laurler's ghost Is behind you. I see it. It has followed you here. It has come lo tor ment vie. Go back, go back ! In heaven's name, don't slay lieie! I.e. ,ve the house quickly! Go. go!" lloiror-sliirken at the sight of the delirious woman, and deeply moved by Hie dies ol tenor ulieied by her. Do Vigues hastily quilted the loom wild Ihe iuleullou of teaching his carnage, and driving oil lor a pbyslclau without a mo ment's delay. An hour elapsed before lie succeeded In finding the liench physician to whom he desired to In trust lie case; but upon announcing himself and the doctor al 1 lie door, he was quieily iuloimed n.ai madam could see nobody, mat she was not hi need ol a physician, and had giveu absolute orders thai none should he admitted. De Vignes turned away in silence, dazed and bewildeied by the extraordinary turn whlcu events had taken. 'Hie uext day the residents along the terrace aud the ilghi-liearted habitues of the Casino trial d of the mysterious disappearance of Clem euce Villa from Moule Carlo. De Vignes knew but Utile more than the rest of the world. She bad tied rrom lb-: ghost of liene Laurier— »0 the. guiuy pleasure-seekers put It— aud that was the tiuth, 90 far as he knew anything about ill. sudden end of this Queen of Bohemia's leigu. Some events are so terribly earnest and start ling that lhey leave the iiiiu.l of those whom they affect 111 a calm and neutral condition, a slate of peace lather than conflict. Such was the ell.-ct of Clemence Villa's disappearance upou Jacques de Vignes. As Jacques was encaged relating lo his mother some of tiie extraordinary incidents connected wiih his fascination for Clemence, Juliette, pure and ladlaut as a summer Illy, bounded Joyously 1' waul them. Jacques cut the story very short, and, dropping ou bis knees, pie-sed the girl's baud lei vein ly to his lips as lie cried out: "I have come back lo you, mother, aud back 10 Juiietie, too." THE END. [ Copyright, ISM. 'All rights lo thit English adapta tton reserved, j A NEW TKKATiIE.NT. A "Novel Theory Villi ill Ia Being l'ut m%XSs%~ Into I'r-reiir a in this City. I WJELI., wonders will never cease," '1 itf-J said a ''"'■'-■' to a Call reporter. •M___L** i " I have heard some of the luuiiu ->t things to-day in connection with doctoring. Just listen: A- young lady I know, who has been suffering from ner vous prostration or whatever else you may choose to call it when one becomes weak, languid and out of health, went to a physi cian, He at once begau to examine her head, aud, before he had asked her a single question, lie informed her that her brain was not properly nourished, aod that she slept upon her back I Imagine the two brought into any relation with each other! And yet the idea as he developed was not so far fetched alter all. Let me see if 1 can remember bis line of argument. lie said that we do not give enough thought to what we eat. He insists that we should think as we sit down to a meal, "Now this lood is what I like, what 1 need, und what is going to do me good.' He says that the roof of the uuuitli is furnished with nerves that when thought is tints taken of the food go directly with nourishment to the brain, lie says that this will nourish the body and also the soul. "Now of course 1 don't pretend to say how much truth there may be iv this idea, but 1 do know that I have seen dyspeptics sit down to a meal witb the conviction that whatever they ale was bound to disagree with them, and disagree with theniitdid, and 1 may say that it did the same with every one who bad the misfortune to be at the table. 1 once laid: 'Well. 1 suppose that I ought to apologize for enjoying what you have declared to bo not fit to eat, but really I find it very pleasant.' Now when people make up their minds to be disturbed by their food they generally get what they expected, and so, what should prevent the converse from being true? "Then, as for the lying on the back, the doctor said that it was necessary to sleep upon the stomach. Infants, if they can possibly wriggle themselves into that posi tion, always sleep so, and animals always. The organs in tbe front of the body are elastic, and so do not suffer from pressure; but when the body is extended on the back these organs ate a dead weight upou the nervous system, and in time will break it down. Isn't that a curious idea?" "Why Envelopes Are Only l-edeemed. Some people have an Idea that the Gov ernment redeems postage stamps when from any cause they become unfit for use or are difficult to use. Frequently sheets of stamps are stuck together or are torn. or injured. The loss, if any. falls upon the owner, as the Government refuses to assume any re sponsibility of stamps when once sold. The agents of the Government, the Postmasters, can redeem stamps. which tbey have for sale, if through any accident they become unfit for use. But when the citizen buys a stamp be either uses it in. the legitimate way or else he is out the value of the stamp. . The Government, however,"- redeems stamped envelopes. If one shoultfliatipun to be misdirected or should become blotted, or for any reason a person should wish to tear open a stamped envelope after be bad sealed it for mailing, be can bring it to the Postoffice and get a brand new envelope in Its place. The reason for this difference in tbe treatment of the adhesive stamp and the stamped envelope is that the adhesive stamp can be used and then washed aud passed as good, unless a careful scrutiny is made. : If the Government should begin the practice of redeeming adhesive stamps, the opportunities for fraud would be Increased. 'I hen *■_. tbe adhesive ** stamps . are .*- manu factured at a cost to tbe Government, which the stamped envelope is not. The stamps are furnished to the public at the face value, and out of this has to come the cost of man ufacture, but in the ' case of stamped en velopes : they are ' sold at their face value, plus the cost of manufacture.— Washington ° tAr '^a__________B_l_____________E_El BLONDES OF THE BOTTLE A Hair - Dresser's Views on Golden-Hair Washes. ¥'£¥'**0W about bleaching the hair?" re -rr|^ cently asked a Call reporter of a A..'-j'l_-l prominent hair-dresser, "is it as fashionable as it was?" "More so, if anything," was the reply; "and," dropping his voico to a whisper, "there are two ladies in there now," indi cating his operating-room by a nod of tbe head in its direction, "and they are under going the operation, In fact, they have brought their switches witb them, to have them get a color, too." "Why, do you operate upon switches as well?" asked the other in amazement . "Of course, why not? It's a delicate job, too, I can tell you; it's altogether different from dyeing the hair on the head, for you see a switch must look like the hair with which it is placed or it will be detected at once. Now, of course, all women know that each other woman may have more hair on her head than actually crew there, and yet she does not want that fact to be ocularly demonstrated to the rest Why, I have spent hours in going over my entire stock of false hair, and it Is not a small one lean assure you, to match a lady's hair. Some shades are very difficult to match. The shade may be the same, but the luster is different. So, when it comes to dyeing a switch a blonde to match the bleached hair on the head, the result may be disappoint ment. No lady herself could do it success fully; the art is in knowing when to stop putting on the dye." " Which colored hair makes the best re sults?" was the next question. Well, my own taste inclines me to pre fer that resulting from the wash on the dark red brown hair. It has a burnished bronze tint that is awlully fetching. A real blonde will make a straw-colored tint, that Is much admired. But what amuses me most in regard to the whole business is the way that some attempt to deceive all their friends and acquaintances, insisting that they never use anything on their hair but borax or ammonia, washing it frequently to keep it light. -So woman need imagine that she can deceive the eye of an expert. The manufactured blond tint is unmistaka ble. I bare overheard young ladies discuss ing the charms of a certain belie; she is married now and no longer a resident of our city; and they have allowed themselves to get into a heated argument as to whether or not her locks had been bleached. At last one wound up the talk by saying: ' Well, I have known her from a child, aud her hair was only a very light brown until a few years ago. Then she took to sitting iv the sunny window on the south side of the bouse, with her hair all spread over her shoulders. As this always happened just before a big party, I soon knew what to think, especially as her hair took to grow ing golden just about this time.' And I say I was amused, for the young belle in question had been one of my best custom ers; in fact, I gave her hair its first applica tion." "How often must tbe operation be re peated?" "That depends upon the original color of the hair; the darker the hair the more fre quent must be the application. The tint desired has something to do with the length of time one must undergo treatment. Of course an exposure to the sun is beneficial, but it is not imperative. I have frequently colored the hair in the morning for those who wish to appear as blondes in the even ing. The roots, yon know, constantly push out the hair, and so a retouching at the scalp is constantly necessary." " Has the I'atti red come iuto favor?" ' "No, the craze is still for the golden blonde." " Can you remove the golden tint as easily as you have put it on?" "That's the difficulty. When a lady has begun to use the dye, she must keep it up, or else submit to being a sight. For once on the hair, it must remain until the hair has grown out in its natural color. I must tell you an amusing incident relating to an experiment made by a well-known so ciety girl in this city about three years ago. She was a decided brunette. One day, thinking to surprise her fiance, she bleached her hair, lie was as much surprised as she could wish; in fact too much so, and he then surprised her by saying that lie would not go to a certain party with such a looking fright, She was disgusted, mad, and burst into angry tears. Then she thought to get ahead of him, so she deluged her hair with liquid shoe dressing. It dark ened her hair, but it blackened her scalp and stained her forehead, so she had to stay at home not only from the party, but from everywhere for a long time. That cured her, and she is wild if any one speaks to bet of golden hair dye or bleached blondes. "Hut would it surprise you very much if I were to tell you that a young society man bereow.es his golden locks to the chemistry of art? It is a fact. But if a man will wear corsets, what cau keep him from bleaching his hair and powdering his face?" THE ENGLISH DISPATCH-BOX. A Great Convenience Which Is Not Gen- entity Used It, This Country. HT^HEUE is one very complete and very -I -x convenient article in general use in _Jlf. England which has never been adopted by the people of the United States. It is the dispatch-box, which English nov elists have rendeied familiar to all readers of fiction. Inquiry elicits the fact that the jewelers and notion-dealers of New York, with the exception of a few of the more noted ones, are absolutely Ignorant of this article. Several years ago William Waldorf Astor had one made to order by Tiffany & Co., says the Jewelers' Weekly. It is believed to be the first of its kind ever manufactured in this country, and certainly was one of the Handsomest ever made. It wascovered with the line-it Kussia leather, and was em bossed and otherwise decorated in original and attractive designs. It was also hand somely mounted with silver and gold. The dispatch-box is a small hand-trunk about fourteen inches long, eight inches wide and four to six inches deep. It is in tended to serve uot only as a jewel-box, but as a receptacle for stationery and toilet ar ticles as well. It is conveniently divided Into compartments adapted to the accommo dation of the various articles it is intended to contain, and is lined with velvet or satin as the taste of the owner may suggest, lt bas a flat top, upon which a silver or gold plate containing the owner's name is usu ally fixed. The article is one that is con ducive to the greatest convenience in trav eling, Its points of superiority over the more generally used hand-bag with its single compartment being very numerous. It is essentially a box for valuables, the English carrying in it their papers, and even money, in additlou to jewelry and stationery. She Had Reason to Be Afraid. —"My heart Is In my mouth. 1 am afraid to bear your answer." "You may well be, Mr. Dollboy," re torted Ethel. "I never could marry a man •whose heart was not in the right place."— N. T. Sun. THE GREAT SIERRA KIDNEY IP LIVER CURE ***** "_r ■ a m*m ■ ' Is a new and wonderful discovery, manu- factured from the pure fresh juices of the herbs of California, in their natural state, containing nil their original properties. De- lightful to the taste and immediate in its effects. Positively containing no mineral in : its composition. Perfectly harmless and a sure cure for nil the many troubles arising from the Kidneys, Liverand bladder; among which are Catarrh of the Bladder and Stom- ach, Dropsy, I>labetes, ISriu-lit's Disease, burning, smarting pains in the small of the back, Gravel ami other disorders these or- gans are heir to. for ].eucorrhea, Sup- pressed Menses, and all other female complaints... The Great Sierra Kidney ana hirer Care has no equal, being a . blood purifier and enricher, -without blotching. It brings the fresh color of ' youth to the cheeks, and clears tho entire system of all impurities. - You will imme- diately feel the beneficial effects of this wonderful medicine, Give it one trial ; you will never be sorry. Sold by all druggists. NO MOHEjTRECKLES! '■:, I'SE : PROF. i. ; nt'BKitT's MALVINA CREAM AND LOTION IT IS A ■ PREPARATION -^ UNRIVALED FOR BEAUTIFYING the Complexion and an unfailing remeny for the removal of I- HECKLES, PIMPLES Motb Patches, 1 an, Sunburn, Liver-moles and" Itiuf worui and all scaly eruptions. Try It and be convinced.. Tako uo worthless Imitation with like soumllnc name. Insist upon bavin,' MALVINA. If this preparation should fa 1 to answer to the qualifications as above mentioned your money will be refunded. . price, 60c for such, for sale by all druggists. my 4 SuMo 6-> 3m . 'MISCELI^fILNEOPS. ' _ *_*_**. SCVtN SISTVRS WITS TH' _,N,ii- .MB most -f*A Ifflfc,;, BI*UTiFJL BAI»INt_W-_ll*^tlVl>«V rftM| mrlßtlb. rncofior iti mibi t » WkM MISS DOHA B.TIIERT.AND. San Francisco (Gal*), May 13, 1830. To the Sevea Sutherland Sisters: For your own and public benefit I wish to state that 1 have used the Seven Sutherland Sisters' Hair Grower and Scalp Cleaner only a few weeks, but the results are very satisfactory, for a new growth of hair is upon portions of mv head that bad been bald for eight years. Respectfully, A. clow. Carpenter and Luil.ler, Corner Eighteenth and Mission streets. Seven Sutherland Sisters' Scalp-Cleaner is the only Dandruff Cure. For shampooing It has no equal. I'rlces— Hair -rower 1, six bottles for $5; Scalp- Cleaner. 50c. SEVEN SUTHERLAND SISTERS, sole manufac- turers and proprietors, 83- Market street, San Francisco, Cal. Main office. 18 West Fourteenth street. New York. No charge to see the Seven Sutherland Sisters. Consultation free. je'22 It ON EXHIBITION THIS WEEK. A Young Lady with One Side of Her Face Cleared of Freckle.; Other Side as It Was. Ladies Should Not Miss This Op- portunity of Convincing Themselves That Mme. Kuppert's W.»r:d-J.eno*ivned Face Bleach will Do All Advertised. MME. A. RUPPERT'S WORLD-RE- . NOWNED FACE BLEACH IS NOT A COSMETIC, HUT A THOROUGH x cleanser of the comp.exion. having tlie same ef- fect on the face as our wearing apparel, by friction, has on the rest of the body, thus gently removing the dead, callous cuticle that covers the pores, cleansing the latter of all poisonous fillings and drawing from beneath the shin all Impurities or dis- colorations that have been accumulating there for years. Having this action, it cannot fall to clear any skin aud remove entirely freckles, moth-patch, black-heads, chronic pimples, eczema, acne, rough- ness and any discoloratlons or blemish of the com- plexion. Face It leach has been thoroughly tested; horrible complexions cleared by Its use for public Inspection. Face i. leach sent to any address on re- ceipt of price: one bottle, $_"; three bottles (usu- ally required to clear the complexion). $5. Send 4 cents tor postage for complete particnlars and catalogue of wonderful Face HI each. MADAME A. KIT'i'LUT, 131 Port street, rooms 7 and 8. je*-'2 It I Like my Wife to use pozzoirs PEESBBSi-g£_sg3-_-____a B ■ 1 MEDiCATED CQMPLEXIOB. •**^2*t*W**JV*^^ Ue___U__T POWDER Because it improves her looks and is as fra- grant as violets. SOLD EVERYWHERE. mrll ly TuThSn A Skin of Beauty Is a Joy Forerar. UK. T. FKLIX GO-KAI'D'S -.(Oriental Cream, or Magical Bcan.il.er_> —I J _P-_!Sw Ken-ores Tun, Pimples, *»"r-_S .- jflpsS**-. Freckles, Moth - Fate-beg, !*■.•"•__, **. _?•*£» Ii" '••■"" anj Skin diseases. *_-__; _._: _E&_Pj__J_* ■-•"-• every blemish on ■-*" ««( %E_7!_j-t. • * /a3 beauty and de- £*£___■ oo Al J "^-* -£-t3 fjWx "* es detectlon- »|--_i- > - f&oS' K» It has stood the 00 __-*_S--**_ "^fc. o9 years: no other _tf_-S "-* ***7> Ff) -*--**« *- -- ** M A-> ____"* - Je. Mi harmless w e eKnrai 1 ' ■11 Xf^Jt-m I taste it to ba jetf^^kX-MM. *---?'nrj(S>'*_l \ sure it ls prop- _T>^^ -j-E??--'-.-*!-?-'?! I \ er '- r n ''*'*e. -*-<**■ I *tr t I I cot,t uo COUQ - I<-y!!^*i--^s_^T;J^S^>-iS-L I terfelt of s!ml- , S»_r' '•' name. In. '. . ■■'^^___ .-OHSfe-i^ * ■ -*. distinguished -_b*i_{_&_HN___SC__^__J_kiV_s I"*- I- A. Mnyer .aid to a lady or tne limit ton (a patient) : "As you ladies „'[■' use them, Ireeommsnd •Gouraitd's Cream' a* the, least harmful of all Skin preparations." One bottle will last six months, using it every day. Also Pondre Subtile removes superfluous hair without Injury to the skin. FKRI* T.HOPKINS, Prop'r, 37 Great Jones St., N.T. For sale by all Druggists and Fancy Goods Dealers throughout the I*. 8., Canatls-- and Europe. _* Beware of Base imitations, flood Reward •or arrest and proof of any one selling the same. mr3o SuMo 8p ly ■ FASHIONABLE HAIR. b_m ________i "* will mallt^ooda torella- jkSnßSt^gJl.^^ Mo parties tlirou<hout the j|^s^§^i*_i^*sMS^a Cnlted States for approval. PyffltfreS^ji3jjt*iSgP i lie newest styles and best l(^-.__________yr ° r -""^ ,lt lowest prices. M_r / \ N° money required until \ ■-'■-'■y are received. obii- •_Hßß -L * t-J Ration to keep goods If uu- . n satisfactory. Send forcirc, V^ V^J JOHN MEDINA, / .403 Waaliliijpton St.. : » , ---»»» .Boston, Hasa. mylß Su cow my 26 Mo cow ly 8p LIEBIC CO.'S Coca Beef with Citrate of Iron Tonic (Registered) A Purely "N'ntrir il nnd K-ially nianrtafl Tonic for Invalids, Dyspeptics anl Debili- tated Hroken-down Constitutions and Kestoratlvefor Convalesc eats- Highest Medals at Principal Expositions. Indorsed and rreacrlbed by the Most J-ii-i-i. Nt l'hyaicians of Europe aiid America. ritEPAKED ONLY BY* TUB Liebig Laboratory and Chemical Works Co., -Vow York, I'arU an.l I.'indun. Ln-Bio Co.'s Coca Bkkf Tovio embodies the n*t- trltlve elements ot the muscular liber, blood, bans and brain of carefully selected healthy bulla-..*!, so d_solvedas to make It readily digestible by the weakest of stomachs. It also embodies the tails nutritive virtues of the Coca or Sacred Life Yiant _ tbe Incas, the greatest of known vegetable nutrient tonics, the whole bain*- dissolved in a guaranteed quality of Amontillado Sherry, thus constitute.: it the most perfect nutritive reconstructive toulo fsi OBered to Uie medical professiou and publio. Price, $1 CO per Bottle. Sold by TfAKELEE * CO., cor. Montgomery and Bosh sts., and cor. Folk aad Sutter sts., aud all nrst- class druggists. C 27 tt PfRODS 1 CURE I ______ . Hay Fever, Bii-Miierla,^ WiooDing GansH, ennui and CDaunoii ____L Recnrnmended by Physicians and sold by Dra»- (dsts throughout the world. Send for Free -sample. HIMROD I_ANUF„G CO., SOUS PROPBrETOES, . 191 FULTON ST.. NEW YORK. mr2.t Su sow lj ■■',": _lISCE_._,A_.EOOS. Kone Genuine withont oor Horseshoe Trade Mark. NOTICE! This week we ill have a monster sale of CANVAS and COLORED SHOES! All persons needing that class of goods should call and get supplied during this week. FOR INSTANCE! 3000 pairs Of LADIES' FIXE CANVAS BUTTON for *tl 50 per pair 1500 pairs of LADIES' FINE RUSSET OXFORDS, with diamond patent-leather tip, $1 50 per pair -400 pairs of our own custom-made FINE LADIES' CANVAS .SHOES. 'Waukeuphast last (will out- wear any $6 shoe made) $2 50 per pair 4000 pairs MEN'S CANVAS SHOES 75c, »1 00 and »1 25 per pair Our own custom made (2 50 shoe will out-wear any calf shoe made. Try a pair and you will buy no other. Sole Agents for Norman & Bennett's Celebrated Sporting Shoes for the Pa- cific Coast SEND FOR OUR REDUCED PRICE LIST. P. F, Nolan & Sons, 812 and 814 Market St., S. F. BRANCH STOKES. 1053 Broadway Oakland, CaL, 256 Main street Stockton, CaL 17-19 East Santa Clara street San Jose, CaL 1818 Mariposa street Fresno, CaL 603 J street Sacramento, Cal, my 22 ThSutr CALIFORNIA FIREWORKS COMPANY. T\rE ARE PREPARED TO SUPPLY THE TKAUB is with a full line of FIREWORKS, FIRECRACKERS, FLACS. BALLOONS, TOY PISTOLS, Etc.' Illustrated Catalogue furnished on application. «_" A specialty or EXTRA EXHIBITION WORK, CAMPAIGN ROCKETS, ROMAN CANDLES and COLORED ILLUMINATIONS. _*_- Correspondence solicited with Committees In charge of public celebrations. Office anil Salesroomi, 231 FKONT STKEKT, SAN FRANCISCO. I*, X. IVOOSTEK. Jet cod lm LADIES, A BOON FOR YOU ! ACCOMPLISHED AT LAST. Absolute safety and the most perfect methed —Dr. J. W. Kirkwood's Ladies' Scientific Suc- tion and Force Syringe. A Boon to Ladies. Indorsed by physicians and enthusiastically recommended by those who have used it. Descriptive circulars sent on application to any one sending their address and stamp. .Price, -StS. KIRKWOOD HARD RUBBER CO., Murphy Building, Rooms 123 and 124, No, 1236 Market street, San Francisco. Lady Agents wanted in every town. - ■«-•"•*-'■■ leg SuTu tf --■"' - GRATEFUL-COMFORTING. EPPS'S COCOA BREAKFAST. - "By a thornupli knowledge of tbe natural laws* which govern the operations of digestion and nutri- tion, and by a careful application of the fine proper- ties or well-selected Cocoa, Mr. Epps bas provided our break but table* with a delicately flavored bev- erage which may save ns many heavy doctors' bills. It Is by the Judicious use of such articles of diet that a constitution may be gradually built up until strong enough to resist every tendency to disease. Hun- dreds of subtle maladies are floating around us ready to attack wherever there Is a weak point. We may escape many a fatal shaft by keeping ourselves well fortlnod with pure blood and a properly nourished frame."— Civil Service Uaaetto. Made simply with boiling water or milk. Sold only In hair-pound tins, by Grocers, labelled thus: JAMES _.r.-S_CO., --o__Geo._-tl.lo ttiom- Ists. London. England. mr9 SuTu ly JOHN TOW CEUfIBITEO Lager Beer! STANDARD, ) Sold During the Year EXTRA PALE, ,888 - ERLANGES. 1122,173 Barrels of Beer. For Sale at All Principal Saloons. ASK FOR IT. . jylSSul'btt § CHICHESTER'S ENGLISH PENNYROYAL PILLS. ' "V—^^s& RED CROSS DIAMOND BRAND. *1 -S^ %■£_. RaTe, "'-*■■* a --' 1 "■i"* 1 -*- nils-.-. Ladle*, a«_ '/ — fl/ Druscl't for IMnmond rand, in red m_u_.lila W \_r b-'-iv*. mM wiiii t-m- ribbon. Take no otiier. Pead 1 _. iii.-li for p»rt_c_l_r- aad **I*lcllef for 1.a.11. •*."■'. tatWV&y r_t»m mult. MH-rW . CfcUOirt--r*f , RadWott_..i*U^-r» oclO TaThSuAWy ly TO WEAK MEN * Buffering from the ellects of youthful errors, early decay, wasting weakness, lost manhood, etc, I wiu send a valuable treatise (sealed containing full particulars for homo cure, FREE of charge. - A splendid medical work : should be read by every man who Is nervous and debilitated. • Addresa, I'OWLI'iK, ;t|oo_lll,l'--UUi ■". »-****»-' li