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I I The Heart's H Highway Copyright. 1900. by II SYNOPSIS OF STORY. Chapter I Harry Wingfield, nar- rator of the story, is tutor to Mary v,avenain, a oeue vi me wiouy Virginia in 16S2 and accompanies her in a ride to cnurcn. lie ojverB her implication in a conspiracy against the king. She has Imported arms and ammunition to aid in the plot. Tf J Iff C y-.l nocf 1 1 fc in . .- .."-.... . - - ".'-"."". . . V. n mm iu-v1USuCJud .... - ing toward Jamestown. The night was England. Although heir to large es-. bright wUh fhe moQnj QQd tfaere :ates and well educated, he is now j wag r gn?at mJgt fn)m a deported convict in irglma. ing- marshy ,ands and such strangejy paIe field is devoted to his pupil. , and iuminoug developments in the dis- IV and V Sir Humphrey Hyde in tnceg of thg meadow8 marshaliDg love with Mary, is with her m the aQd advancJng and retreatlng like corn plot, which is laid for the purpose of panIes of specters and iingering as if cutting down the young tobacco for consuItation on the borers of the plants and thus depriving the king WoodSf with floating draperies caught of his revenue under the unjust navl- Jn the boughs thereof, that one might Ration act. : have considered danger from others VI and VII Mayday frolics at tLan Indians Drake -Hill, home of Wingfield and j And lndeed j often caught the note .Mary, catnerine avenaisn oeseetu- es the tutor to save her sister from participation in the conspiracy. VIII Harry and Catherine conspire to keep knowledge of the plot rrom -Maaam cavenaisn, tne gins v grana- motner, wno is a stancn rojansi. ia- Mary is deceived by Wingfield into tninking mat uatnenne nas purcnasea finery fqrherthe real benefactor be ing Wingfield, his object being not on- ly to plcasa her. but also to prevent' Moflim Pnvonil eh fmm Ipflrti n nf i i.iaaam iavenuisii ironi learuiuig ui i me uwiwaiuuu wai; o 'u"";. which has been expended for the arms. X Catherine, who knows why Wingfield is unjustly exiled, upbraids him for deceiving -Mary. Planning to hid the arms and ammunition. -That she cannot and shall not," I said. "She hall wed a much worthier man and be happy, and sure 'tis her happiness that is the question." But Madam Cavendish stared at me with unreasoning anger, not under- rasmon or tne negro caoms, out in standing, since she was a woman, ; habited by English folk. In the one r.nd unreasoning as a woman will be dwelt a man who had been transport In such matters. "If you love not my ; ed for a grievous crime, whether just- granddaughter, Harry Wingfield," she . cried out, " 'tis not her grandmother will fling her at your head. I will let you know, sir, that she could have her pick in the colony if she so chose, and it may be that she might not choose you. Master Harry Wingfield." I laughed. "Madam Cavendish," I said, rising and bowing, "were I a king instead of a convict, then would I lay my. crown at Mary Cavendish's feet; as it is, I can but pave, if I may, her way to happiness with my heart." "Then you love her as I thought, Harry?" "Madam," I said, "I love her to my honor and glory and never to my dls- ; content, and I pray you to believe with , a love that makes no account of self ish end, and that I am happier at home with my books than many a cavalier who shall dance with her at the ball." "But. Harry." she said piteously, "I pray thee to go." I laughed and shook my head and went away to my own quarters and pat down to my books, but at some thing past midnight Madam Caven dish sent for me in all haste. I went up to her and, laying a gentle hand upon her head, laid it back upon the pillow and touched her poor forehead, wrinkled with the cares and troubles of so many years, and felt all the pity in me uppermost. " 'Tis near midnight and you have not slept, madam," I said. "I pray you not to fret any longer5 about that which we can none 'of us mend and which is but to be borne as the will of the Lord." "Nay, nay, Harry," she cried out, with a pitiful strength of anger. "I doubt if it be the will of the Lord. I doubt if it be not the devil Cather ine, Catherine! Tarry, my brain reels when I think that, she , should have done It a paltry ring, anjl to let you" "It may be that she had not her wits," I said. "Such things have been, I have heard, and especially In the case of a woman with jewels. It may be that she knew not what she did, and in any case I pray you to think no more 'of it, dear madam." And all the time I spoke I was smoothing her old forehead under the flapping frills of her cap. One black woman was there in the room sitting in the shadow of the bed curtains fast, asleep and making a t-t range purring. noise. like a cat as she fclept. ?- '. Suddenly Madam Cavendish clutched hard at my hand. "Harry," she said. I sent for you because I have lain here fretting lest Mary and Catherine get not home in safety with only the Mack people to guard them. I fear lest the Indians may be lurking about." "Dear Madam Cavendish," I said, "you know that we stand in no more Career from the Indians." nnrn UK "1 vats rrt frt InaiaaU. rin- i nav beau miMi Ii r oer twenty yrur id I ro y tiiat I'Mrarrts hT (ln tn mora f iif than nT t.thr rem.! ht mrmr triad. J hail rertalnly rarommand tham tu m r friends a iBg ail r rapraaantad." , 1ho. OaUtt. Elcin. Hi. 4Iaaant. PalaiaWa, Potent. Tatto Gvd. To fo er Jslckau, Weaken or Grip, lte. SSe. Me. iM li bulk. Tha cennfne tablet atampad tC Guaranteed kJ cure or your ttiouey back. Sterling Rm4y C., Chicago or N.Y. with f(VY BeT For I f i Y The Dowels MARLY E. WILKINS V-.-V.:.'-i DOUBLED A V. PAGE 41 CO. "Nay," she persistea, -we can never tell what plans may be brewing In such savage brains. I pray thee, Har ry, ride to meet them, and see if they . . . ' j,.. ' ; f ,augnedf for tbe danger from In- ; d.ang wag gince gaid ; ... . , . T . . . . wished, being in fact glad enough of a gallop in the moonlight, with the pros- j. CdUllJ UVU-U ft.- 4-1 a- A VU1U !, ; S3 LI "ST pect of meeting Mary. So in a few minutes I was in the saddle and rid- of fln QVt i and once one flitted past my faC6f and my horse ghled at the eviI j bird whicn ig thought by the ignorant ! tt but fl feathered cat and of ill omeDf and indeed is considered by many who are wise to have presaged m of. j tentimes. as in the cases of the deaths of the Emperors Valentinian and Com- modns Be that as it may, I, having a pistol with me, shot at the bird and, though a9 ' " . about, missed, and away it flew, with ereat hoot as of lauchter ' ready to swear I heard 'i which I dy to swear I heard multiplied !u a trice as if the bird were joined by a whole company, and my horse shied again and would have bolted had I not held him tightly. Now, this wJiMi I am about to re late I am tc to swear did truly happen, thoujti it may well be doubt ed. I had come within a short dis tance of Jamestown when I reached two houses of a small size, not far Apart, not much removed from the ly or not I cannot say, but his visage was such as to condemn him, and he was often In his cups and had spent The hooting owl many days in the stocks and had made frequent acquaintance with the whip- nintr nnef uinl xi-1 1 H him rlwolf l 1 - wife fln ol'd dame witn a t e which hnrt Anrnw, w tllo ,,.,-t,-,, Kt, In England. As I passed this house I saw over the door a great bunch of dill and vervain and white thorn, which is held to keep away witches from the thresh old if gathered upon a May day. And I knew well the reason, for not many rods distant was the hut where dwelt one Margery Key, an ancient woman, who had been verily tied crosswise and thrown in a pond for witchcraft and been weighed against the church Bible, and had her body searched for witch marks and the thatch of her house burned. I know not why she had not come to the stake withal, but Instead she had fled to Virginia, where witches, being not so common, were treated with more leniency. It may have been that she had escaped the usual fate of those of her kind by being considered by some " a white witch and one who worked good in stead of ill if approached rightly, though many considered that they who approached a white witch for the purpose of profiting by her advice or warning were of equal guilt and that it all led in the end to mischief. Be that as it may, this old dame Margery Key dwelt there alone in her little hut so overthatched and grown by vines and scarce showing the shag gy slant of its roof above the bushes that it resembled more the hole of some timid and wary animal than a human habitation. And if any visit ed her for consultation it was by night and secrecy, and no one ever caught sight of her except nosv and then the nodding white frill of her cap in the green gloom of a window or the pain ful bend of her old back as she gath ered sticks for her fire in the woods about. How she lived none knew. A little garden patch she had, and a hive or two of bees, and a red cow, which many anlrmed to have the eye of a demon, and there were those who said that her familiars stole bread for her from the plantation larders, and that often a prime ham was missed and a cut of venison, vf.h no expla nation; but who "can y? Without doubt there are Strang f things in the earth, but we are all to in the midst of them and even a part of their work ings that we can have no outside foot hold to take fair sight thereof. Verily a man might as well strive to lift him self by his boot straps over a stile. But this much I will say, that, as I was riding along, cogitating something deep ly In my mind ns to tbe best disposal of the powder and the shot which Mary Cavendish had ordered from England, I, coming abreast of Margery Key's house, saw of a sudden a white cat, which many affirmed to be her famil iar, spring from her door like a white arrow of speed and off down a wood path, and my horse reared and plunged, and then, with my holding him of no avail, though I had a strong hand on the bridle, was after her with such a mad flight that I had bard work to keep the saddle. Fellmell through the wood we went, I ducking my head before tbe mad lash f the .branches and feeling the dew tnricITuHl in my race a attTj: v rain, until we came to a cleared space, ? then a great' spread of tobacco "fields, overlapping silver white in the moon light, and hamlet of negro cabins, and then Major Kobert Beverly's house, standing a mass of shadow "except for one moonlit wall, for all the family were gone to the governor's ball. Then as I live that! white cat of Margery Key's led me in that mad chase around Beverly's house, and when I came to the north side of it I saw a candle gleam in a window and heard a baby's wail, and knew 'twas where hi3 infant daughter was tended, and as we swept past out thrust a black head from the window, and a screech as savage as any wild cat's rent the peace of the night, and I tiHve that the child's black nurse I tonic us. no doubt, for the devil hlm- self. Then all the dogs howled and bayed, though not one approached us, , and a great bat came fanning past. , .-, winrrP(i shadow, and asaln I : - - - " o f I heard the owl's hoot, and ever before us. like a white arrow, fled that white cat, and my horse followed in spite of me. Then verily I speak the truth, though it may well be questioned did that white cat lead us straight to the tomb which Major Beverly had made upon his plantation at the death of his first wife and in which she lay, and 'twas cn a rising above the creek, and then the cat, with a wail which was like nothing I ever heard in this world, was away In a straight line toward the silver gleam of the creek, though every one knows well how cats hate water, and had disappeared. But, though to this I will not swear, I thought I saw a white gleam aloft, and heard a wail of a cat skyward along with the owl hoots. And then my horse stood and trem- bled in such wise that I thought he would fall under me, and I dismount: ed and stroked his head and tried as best I could to soothe him, and we were all the time before the tomb, which was a large one. Then of a sudden it came to me that here was the hiding place for the powder and he eyed me and for the sake of Mary shot, for what safer hiding place can Cavendish, who might find his love for there be than the tomb of the first! her precious, and I wished with all my wife, when the second hath reigned heart that I might fling him to the floor but a short time, and fs fair, and hath j where he stood. Every nerve and mus but just given her lord that little j cle in me tiugled with the restraint of darling whose cries of appealing help- the desire, for such an enhancement lessness I could hear even there? So ' of a woman's beauty as was Mary I gave the tomb door a pull, knowing that I should not by so doing disturb the slumbers of the poor lady within, and decided with myself that it would be easy enough to force it, and mount ed and rode back as best I might to the road. And when I came to the little dwell- ing of Margery Key a thought struck; with much grace of manner which had me, and I rode close, though my horse additional value from a certain harsh shuddered as if with some strange j ness. of feature which led one not to fright of something which I could not j expect such suavity, and he was clad see. I bent in my saddle and looked j most richly in such a dazzle of gold in the door, but naught could I see. broidery and fling of yellow laces and Then I dismounted and tied my horse ' glitter of buttons as could not be sur- to a tree near by and entered the house and looked about the sorry place as well as I could in the pale sift of moonlight, and the'old woman was not there. But one room there was, with a poor pallet iu a corner and a chest j luck to overhear my Lady Culpeper against the wall and a stool and a J telling In no very honeyed tones a gos kettle in the fireplace, with a little pile sip of hers, the lady of one of the of sticks and a great scattering of . burgesses, that her goods for which she ashes, but no one there, and also, if I may be believed, no broom. All this I tell for what it may be worth to the-credulity of them who hear; the facts be such as I have said. But whether believing it myself or not, yet knowing that that white, cat, though it had been Margery Key In such guise or her familiar imp on his way to join her at some revel whither she had ridden her broom, had done me good service, and, seeing the pite ous smallness of the pile of sticks on the hearth and reflecting upon the dis tressful bend of the old soul's back, whether she had sold herself to Satan or not, I lingered a minute to break The two white faces peering from the door down a goodly armful of brush in the wood outside and carry inside for the replenishment of her store. And as I came forth, having done so, I heard the door of the nearby house open and saw two. white faces peering out at me and heard a wom an's voice shriek shrilly that here was the devil seeking the witch, and though I called out to reassure them the door clapped to with a bang like a pistol shot and my horse danced about so that I could scarcely mount. Then I rode away, something won dering within myself, since I had been taken for the devil, how many others might have been and whether men made their own devils and their own witches, instead of the prince of evil having a hand in it, and yet that happened which I have related and I have told the truth. CHAPTER XJI. UCH a blaze of light as. was the governor's mansion house that night I never saw, and I heard the music of violins s and hautboys and viola da gambas coming from within, and a silvery bab ble of women's tongues, with a deeper undertone of men's, and the tread of dancing feet and the stamping . of horses outside, with the whoas of the negro boys In attendance, and thtough the broad gleam of the moonlight came the. Care and., smoke of . the torches. It seemed as If the whole colony was either dancing at the governor's ball or standing outside on tiptoe with in terest. 1 sat waiting for some time holding my restive horse as best I. might,' but there coming no cessation in. the mu sic. I dismounted, and seeing one of Madam Cavendish's black men, gave him the bridle to hold and went up tc the house and entered, though not in my plum colored velvet, and Indeed be ing not only In my ordinary clothes, but somewhat splashed "with mire from my mad gallop through the woods. But I judged rightly that In so much of a crowd I should pass unnoticed both as to myself and my apparel. I stood in the great room neajcthe door and watched tne dance, ana 'twas as onmant a scene as ever I had seen anywhere even in England. The musicians in the gallery were sawing away for their lives on violins and working breathlessly at the hautboys and all that gay company of Virginia's best spinning about In a country dance of old England. Such a brave show of velvet coat3 and breeches and flow ered brocade waistcoats and powder ed wigs and feathers and laces and ribbons and rich flaunts of petticoats revealing in the- whirl of the dance j clocked hose on slender ankles and high heeled satin shoes would have done no discredit to the court. But of them all Mistress Mary Cav endish was the belle and the star. She was dancing with my Lord Estes when I entered, and such a goodly couple they wTere that I heard many an exclamation of delight from the spectators who stood thickly about we vtaus, me wmaows even oemg filled with faces of black and white servants. My Lord Estes was a hand some, dark man, hanCiomer and older than Sir Humphrey Hyde, who, though dancing with the governor's daughter Cate, had, I could see, a rueful eye of watchfulness toward Mary Caven dish. As he and Cate Culpeper swung past me, Sir Humphrey's eyes fell on my face and he gave a start and blush, and presently, when the dance was over and his partner seated, came up to me with hand extended as if I had been the noblest guest there. "Harry, Harry," he whispered eagerly, "she hath danced with me three times to night and hath promised again; and, Harry, saw you ever any one so beau tiful as she in that blue dress?" I answered truthfully that I never had. Sir Humphrey, in his blue velvet suit with the silver buttons, with his rosy face and powdered wig, was one to 'ok at twice and yet again, and I regarded him, as 1 ways, with that Iik- j ing for him and that fury of jealousy. I looked at him and loved him as I might have loved my son, with such a sweet and brave honesty of simplicity Cavendish's that night will do away with the best instincts of men wheth er they will or not. The next dance was the minuet, and Mary Cavendish danced it with my Lord Culpeper, the governor of Vir ginia. The governor, though I liked him not, was a most personable man - My lord was in fact clad much more richly than his wife and daughter, whose attire, though fair enough, was not of the freshest. It was my good had sent to England had miscarried, and were it not for the fact that there was a whisper of fever on the ship she wouia nave nau me captain uerseir ror . a good rating, and had my Lord Cul peper not been for him, saying that the man was 'of an honest record, she would have had him set in the stocks for his remissness that he had not seen to it that her goods were on board when the ship sailed. "And there goes poor Cate in her old murrey colored satin petticoat," said my lady, with a bitter lengthening of her face, "and there is Mary Cavendish in a blue flowered satin with silver, which is the very twin of the one I or dered for Cate, and which came in on the Cavendish ship." "Well," said the other woman, who was long and lean and had wedded late in life a man she would have scorned in her girlhood, and could not forgive the wrong she had done her self, and was filled with an inconsist ency of spleen toward all younger and fairer than she, and who, moreover, was a born toad eater for all in high places, 'tis fine feathers make fine birds, and -were thy Cate arrayed in that same gown in Mistress Caven dish's stead' "As I believe, she would not have had the dress had not Cate told Cicely Hyde, who is so intimate with Mary Cavendish," said my Lady Culpeper. "I had it from my lord's sister that 'twas the newest fashion in London. How else would the chit have heard of it, I pray?" "How else, indeed?" asked the bur gess wife. "And here my poor Cate must go in her old murrey colored petticoat," said my lady. "But even thus, to one who looks at her and not at her attire, she out shines Mary Cavendish," said the other. That was, to my thinking, as flagrant hypocrisy as was ever heard, for if those two maids had been clad alike as beggars Mary Cavendish would have carried off the palm, with no dissent ing voice, though Cate Culpeper was fair enough to see, with her father's Nary and Lord Culpeper dancing the minuet grace, or manner and his harshness of feature softened by her rose bloom of . youth. Catherine Cavendish was dancing as the others, but seemingly with no heart In it, whereas her. sister was. all glowing with delight in the merriment of it and her sense of her own beauty and tbe admiration of all about her, and smiling with the innocent radi ance of a child. As I stood watching her I felt a touch on my arm and looked, and there stood Mistress Cicely Hyde, and her brown face was so puckered with wrath and jealousy that I scarcely knew her. "Did not Mary's grandmother send you to escort ner nome, .Master v mp fleld?" said she in a sharp whisper, and I stared at her in amazement. "When the ball Is over. Mistress Hyde," I said. , ' Tis time the ball was over now." 8a id she. "'Tia folly to keep it up so late as this, and Mary hath not had a word for me since we came." "But why do you not dance your self, Mistness Hyde?" T care not to dance," she said pet tishly and with a glance of mingled wrath and admiration at Mary Caven dish that might have matched mine ; blue and silver petticoats about her as or her brother's, and I marveled deep- : closely as a blue flower bell at night ly at the waywardness of a maid's ' fall and stepped along daintily at my heart. But then came Ilalph Irake, side, and the feel of her little hand on who had not drunken very deeply, be- my arm seemed verily the only touch ing only flushed and somewhat lost of material things which held me to to discrimination and disposed to dance i this world. We came to a great pool with another since he could not have of wet in our way, and suddenly I his cousin Mary, and he and Cicely went away together, and presently, when the minuet was over and an other dance on, I saw them dancing In time, but always Cicely had that eyej of watchful injury upon Mary. J It was late when the ball was done, ' but Mary would have stayed it out had it not been for Catherine, who almost swooned in the middle of a dance and had to be revived with aromatic vinegar and lie for awhile Margery Key sending forth &. b!esin 1 In my I.ady Culpeper's bedchamber, with a black woman fanning her, until she was sufficiently recovered to go home. Mary did not espy me until, returning from her sister's side to or- der the sedan chairs, she jostled against me. Then such a blush of delight and relief came over her face as made my heart stand still with rapture and something like fear. "You here, you here, Harry?" she cried and stammered m1 hlnahl noniri nn,l Sir 1 Ti, mnhrcv and Cicely, who were pressing up, looked at me jealously. "I am here at your grandmother's request, Mary," I said. Then my Lord Estes came elbow ing me aside and made no more of me than if I were a black slave, and hoarsely shouting for the sedan chairs and the bearers, and after him Italph Drake and half a score of others, and all cursing at me for a convict tutor and thrusting at me. All the road was white with moon light, and when we came alongside Margery Key's house, as I live, that white cat shot through the door, and immediately after I, looking back, saw the old dame herself standing therein, though it was near morning, and she quavered forth a blessing after me. "God bless thee. Master Wing field, in life and death, and may the fish of the sea come to thy line, may the birds of the air minister to 'thee, anl all that hath breath of life, wheth er It be noxious or guileless, do thy bidding. May even he who is name- less stand from the-path of thy de - .sire and hold back, from thy face the boughs' of prevention whither thou wouldst go." This said old Margery ivey in n sirange, cnanring-iiKe tone and withdrew, and a liarht flashed out , f n TKA KA..e,A aVTU. V. m me ueii uuusc, auu iu umau uu dwelt therein screamed, and Mistress Mary, thrusting forth her head from , the chair, called me to come close. As for Catherine, she was borne along as silently as though she slept, being, I doubt not, still exhausted with her swoon. When I came close to Mistress Mary's chair, forth came her little hand, shining with that pre ciousness of fairness beyond that of a pearl, and "Master Wingfield," said she in a whisper, lest she disturb Catherine, "what, what, I pray thee, was it the witch woman said?" I laughed. "She was calling down a blessing upon my head madam," I said. r "A blessing and not a curse?" "As I understood it, though I know not why she should have blessed me." "They say she is a white witch and worketh good instead of harm, and yet" said Mistress Mary, and her voice trembled, showing her fear, and I could see the negroes rolling eyes of wide alarm at me, for they were much affected by all hints of deviltry. "I pray you, madam, to have no fear," I said, and thought' within my self that never should she know of what had happened on my way thith er. "Tbey say that her good deeds work In the end to mischief," said Mary, "and, and 'tis sure no good whatever can come from unlawful dealing with the powers of evil even In a good cause. I wish the witch woman had neither cursed thee nor blessed thee, Harry." I strove again to reassure her and said, as verily I begun to believe, that the old dame's words, whether of curs ing or blessing, were of no moment, but presently Mistress Mary declared herself afraid of riding alone, shut within her sedan chair, and would alight and have one of the slaves lead; my horse and walk with me, taking my arm the remainder of the way. I had never known Mistress Mary Cavendish to honor me so before, and knew not to what to attribute it, whether to alarm, as she said, or not. And I knew not whether to be enrap tured or angered at my own rapture, or whether I should use or not that au thority which I had over her and which she could not, strive as best she could, gainsay, and bid her remain in her chair. But, being so sorely bewildered, I did nothing, but let her have her way. and on toward Drake Hill we walked, she clinging to my arm and seemingly hold ing me to a slow pace, and the slaves, with the chairs, and my horse forging nhead with ill concealed 'zeal on ac count of that chanting proclamation of "Margery Key which. I will venture to aynwas considered by every one of the poor fellows as a special curse di rected toward him. instead of a bless ing for mo. As we followed on that moonlight night, she and I alone, of a sudden I felt my youth and love arise to such an assailing of the joy of life that I knew myself dragged, as it were, by it and had no more choosing as to what I should not do. Verily it would be easier to lead an army or malcontents than one's own self. And something there was about the moonlight on that fair Virginia night, and the heaviness of the honey scents, and the pressure of love and life on every side, in bush and vine and tree and nest, which seemed to overbear me and sweep me along as on the crest of some green tide of spring. Verily there are forces of this world whicn are beyond tbe overcoming of mortal man so long as he is incumbered by his mortality. Mary Cavendish gathered up her thought of her feet in her little satin shoes. "Madam, you will wet your feet if you walk through that pool in your satin shoes," I said, and my voice was so hoarse -lth tenderness that I would not have known it for my own. and I felt her arm tremble. "No. she said faintly. But. without waiting for I any permission, around her waist I . put an ami and had her raised in a ; twinkling from the ground and bore her across the pool, she not struggling. but only whispering faintly when I set her down after it was well passed, "You you should not have done that. Harry Then of a sudden close she pressed her soft cheek against my shoulder as we walked and whispered, as though she could keep silent no lon ger, and yet as if ske swooned for shame in breaking silence, "Harry, Harry, I liked the way you thrust them aside when they were rude with I -vou lo QO rae a ervice, ana, iinrry, .' .vo" are stronger, and-and-than them ail- Thcn 1 knew, with such a shock of J-v tliat 1 wonder I lived, that the cLiId loved me but 1 knew at the Mme time as never 1 ha1 known it before my love for her. "Mistress Mary," I said, "I but did ! m-v d'JtF and service, which you , can alaJ"8 co"nt Pou. and 1 did no i more man OlUerS WOU1U MTB UOD8, Sir Humphrey Hyde" But she flung away from me at that with a sudden movement of amaze ment and Indignation and hurt, which cut me to the quick. "Yes," she said, "yes, Master Wingfield, truly I believe that Sir Humphrey Hyde would do me : n.V service that came In his way, and truly he is a brave lad. I hare a great esteem for liumpnrey 1 nave a great er esteem for Humphrey than for all the rest and I care not if you know it. Master Wingfield." So saying, she called to the bearers of her chair and would have a slave assist her to it instead of me, and rode in silence tbe rest of the way, I fol lowing, walking my horse, who pulled hard at his bits. CHAPTER xirr.' T was dawn before we were abed, but I for one had no sleep, being strained to such I a pitch of rapture and pain by what l had discovered. Tbe will J x bad not to take tne joy which I seemed to Bee before -me like some j brimming cup of the gods, but not ; yet. in the first surprise of knowing it offered me, the will to avoid the look- inf; upon it aml tne tasting of it in ' " . uivauis. ci auu vvc& x oaiu lv uij - . self, - and every time with a new strenetheninir of resolution, that Marr Cavendish should not love me, and that in some way I would force her to obey me in that as in other things, never doubting that I could do so. Well I knew that she could not wed a convict, nor could I clear myself unless at the expense of her sister Catherine, and sure I was that she would not purchase love itself at such a cost as that. There remained noth ing but to turn her fancy from me, and that seemed to me an easy task, she being but a child and having, I reasoned, but little more than a childish first love for. me, which, as Harry leading his hers to Madam Cavendish's great doorway every one knows, doth readily burn itself out by its excess of wick and lack of substantial fuel. And yet, as I lay on my bed with the red dawn at the windows and the birds calling outside and the scent of the opening blossoms entering invisible, such pangs of joy and ecstasy beyond anything which I had ever known on earth overwhelmed me that I could not resist them. Knowing well that In the end I should prove my strength, for the time I gave myself to that advance of man before the spur of love which I doubt not is after the same fashion as the ' vi e i. t . i . uuiwuiuj, ut mc uuntrrs iu lue priHJ5 and the nesting of the birds and the movement of the world itself from season to season, and would be as uncontrollable were It not that a man is mightier even than that to which he owes his own existence, and hath the power of putting that which he loves before his own desire of it. But for the time, knowing well that I could at any time take up the reins to the bridling of myself, I let them hang loose, and over and over I whis pered what Mary Cavendish had said, and ,over and over I felt that touch of delicate tenderness on my arm, and I built up such great castles that they touched tbe farthest skies of my fancy, and all the time braving the knowledge that I should myself dash them into ruins. But when I looked out of my win dow that May morning and saw that wonderful fair world and that heaven of blue light with rosy ami golden and green boughs blowing athwart it and heard tbe whir of looms, the calls and laughs of human life, the coo of dove, the hum of bees, the trill of mock birds, outreaching all other heights of Joy, ttw clangor of -the sea birds and the tender rustle of the new leaved branches In the wind, that love for me which f bad seen in tha heart, of the RUNNING SORES COVERED LIMBS ittle Girl's Obstinate Case Eczema Instantaneous By Cuticura Little Bo, and Arms Also a Mass Grateful of Torturing Sore Mother Says: 01 ixii ida nrfUrniro A H0USEH0LS7 STANDBY11 "In reply to y letter I write vo my experience, ar you are privileged to use it as youl nt. Lat vear. after having my 11 le girl treated bv a very prominent lysician for an obsti- nate case of eczi a. I resorted to the Cuticura Kfcmedi and was so well pleaiied with thd most instantaneous relief afforded at we discarded the physician s presA-iption and relied en tirely on the Cfticura Soap, Cuticura Ointment, and Jt'uticura Pills. When we commenced Aith the Cuticura Rem edits her feet Ad limbs were covered witl running ses. In about 6ix week we Tad her completely well, and then has een no B urrcnce of the trouble July rfl this year a little bov ii our f Aiily poftoned his hands and arnu with rapison Jf;tk, and in twentv-foui hours Iw hafds and arms were a mass of tortAng4ores. We used only th Cut icurautf medies, washing his handt and armsW-ith the Cuticura Soap, and anointed them with the Cuticura Oint ment, and then gave him the Cuticura Resolvent. In atout three weeks hia hands and arms healed up; so we have lots of cause for feeling grateful for the Cuticura Remedies. We find that the Cuticura Remedies are a valuable household standby, living as we do twelve miles from doctor, and where it costs from twenty to twenty-five dol lars to come un on the mountain. Respect full-,. Sirs. Lizzie Vincent Thomas, Fail-mount, Walden's Ridge, Tenn., Oct. 13, 1905. Complete Eitrrnal aad Internal Treatment tor ETery Flumi.r, from Pimple u Scrottui, from lernnrr to Af, ronilntlnr f CutW-ura Roan. if.V., Ointment, A"-.. RreolV. ent. .V. (lti form o Chorulate Coated H!la. ir. per vial .!). mi? Iw had at ail drucjtiita. A aiMle eat often eurea the mot Utltreuiuc raaoe whrn all elee faiia. Potter lrug Jt Chrm. CoiTm Sole Prop,., Btutt. Mib Mailed 1 re. How to Cure Torturiof, DiafifurloX fiumun," aad "l he Great skin Book." woman , I had loved since I could re member seemed my own keynote of the meaning of life sounding in my ears above all other sounds of bane or blessing. But the strength I had to act in dis cord with it and thrust my joy from me, and I went to planning how I could best turn the child's fancy from myself to some one who would be for her bef t good. And yet I was not sat isfied with Sir Humphrey Hyde, and wished that his wits were quicker, and wondered if years might improve them, and if perchance a man as honest might be found who had the keenness of ability to be the worst knave in the country. But the boy was brave, and I loved his love for Mary Cavendish, and I could think of no one to whom I would so readily trust ber, and It seemed to me that perchance I might by some praising of him and swerving her thoughts to his track lead her to think favorably of his suit.- But a man makes many a mistake as to women, and one of the most frequent la that the hearts of them are like wax, to be mol'""- '- - - - (To Be Continued.) To Lecture at Chester. Tbe Rev. J. O. Campbell, of the FiftJj Street M. 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