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THE PITTSBURG DISPATCH. THUKSDAY, AUGUST 11, 1893. '
SANDERS AY16ILABT&
Montana's Senator Tells of the Days
When Lynch Law Reigned.
DEATH OF THE FAMOUS SLADE.
Ee Was Ilanged on a Cbarge of
Treason to the Territory.
High
HIS WIFE WAS TOO LATE TO SATE HIM
"Washington, Aug. 10. Senator San
ders, of Montana, is one of the most enter
taining talkers in the Senate. A group of
gentlemen were sitting in his committee
room not long since listening to his tales of
the early history of Montana, -when the
mining fever was at its height. The talk
turned on the different doings of the Vigi
lantes of which Senator Sanders was a
leader. "Yes," said the Senator, retro
spectively, "I have assisted in a good many
send-offs when a robber or murderer was
launched into another world without the
benefit of the clergy."
Were you present at the execution of the
notorious Slade?" asked one of the gentle
men. "Yes," replied the Montana Senator,
"and I could tell you a story about that ex
ecution. That was the one instance where
the gentleman whom we assisted in making
his exit was neither thief nor murderer or,
at least, that was not the crime for which
he was hung."
"What was his crime?" again asked the
gentleman.
"We executed Mr. Slade for treason
high treason against the Territory of Mon
tana," replied Sanders, thoughtfully, "and
thereby hangs a tale.
A Charge That Cansed Trouble.
"As you know, I was chief of the Yigi
Icnce Committee, and we had successfully
encineered about 40 or SO hangings, when we
became imbued with the idea that a little
more J-iwful form of government would be
to the Letter interests of our camp, Vir
ginia City, then having about 10,000 popu
lation. So, one evening, we gathered to
gether ou the outskirts of the town in an
informal mass meetiug, and proceeded to
Cioose lrom among ourselves officers tor our
local government Our organization was
the simplest thing in the world. We
would turn to one of our mem
bers and say, 'You are a pretty
square sort ot fellow, and we know you to
be as straight as a string, so you shall be
our Judge,' and to another, 'You are a
heavy-built chap and have plenty of grit,
and you shall be Marshal' I was District
Attorney because Iliad a smattering of law,
and it was upon my affidavits that all war
rants were issued. It seems strange in these
days to think of constituting a court in
such an off-hand way and without the slight
est vestige of Federal authority; but we
did it, and our court was respected by all
the citizens of Virginia City, Mon. That
is, most all of them, for a "time all went
well, but after a while, when they found we
were not banging so fiequently as before,
the lawles element grew bolder and more
aggressive.
S'ade the Leader of the Tonshs.
'The leader ot this tough part ot our
population was Mr. Slade. I had known
him tor a long time and we were the best of
friends. He was warm-hearted and a pow
erful friend to those he liked, but a perfect
devil to those who had incurred his dis
pleasure. I have seeti him come into a
saloon where peihaps 50 men were en
gazed in playing billiards, cards, etc., and
must that e en thine should stop fit once
and that they all drink with him. He
would line them all up to the bar and gen
erally had me next to him. He would
raise his glass with the rest of them, but,
instead ot drinking with them, would wait
until they had finished, when he would
bring his glass on a level with his eyes, and
about a foot from it, and stare, stare, stare
at it with terrible intentness for two or
three minutes. Then suddenly he would
raise the glass, dash it from him with ter
rific force at the mirror, the floor, the bar
keeper or anvthing that seemed to strike
his lancy, and draw his revolver and begin
shooting indiscriminately. I would sav to
him, 'Slade, give me that pistol,' and in a
minute he would hand me his gun and quiet
down.
"I suppose I have done that same thing
ten or a dozen times, I never could under
stand him at such times. He was not after
anyone with deadly intent. He simply
seemed to be seized with a mad passion
which he could not control. He was the
recognized leader of the toughs, and had
about a dozen satellites always on hand to
do his bidding. A favorite' diversion of
theirs was to dash don n the mountainside
from their cabin homes, load np at the first
convenient saloon, and proceed to some
house of pleasure, all the time getting
drunker and drunker. In the morning,
when the peaceful citizen got up, they
would sec a pile of logs, not one left stand
ing, and a group of shivering and crying
women. This scheme of demolishing houses
was the principal pastimo of this lawless
crowd. '
Finally Kicked on Fines.
"One morning, after we had organized
our court, news came that Mr. Slade and
his chosen friends had spent a night at a
disreputable house, and in the morning de
stroyed it as usual. We sent our Marshal
with instructions to arrest Slade and bring
him to court. In due time they both ap
peared. Slade peaceable enough and very
gentlemanlv. After hearing the case, the
Court imposed a fine o $25, which was
cheerfully paid by the defendant, and be
departed, inviting us all to come and have
a drink. Not long alter that Slade was
again before us, charged with the same
onense. This time tne line was nouuiea
and paid with the same degree of alacrity
which had marked the previous payment.
Slade did not seem to profit by these les
sons, for he was frequently before us, and
was each time fined a sum double that ot
the preceding levy.
"On one occasion, when the fine had
reached the sum of 400, Mr. Slade said he
had not that amount with him, but would
bring it in the next time he came to town.
He acknowledged our power, and didn't
care for money, as he was a man who made
it easily. Well, lie came to town several
times after that, but did not offer to pay the
5400. It was not in his nature to long re
main quiet, and soon he was again in trouble
for a like offense. Our Marshal brought
him to the courtroom, which was a portion
of a grocery store, with barrels of flour and
grain around the floor and bacon and hams
suspended from rafters. We used soap
boxes instead of chairs, and were not a very
imposing assemblage. Mr. Slade came in
peaceably enough, and stood quietly while
the Court directed the Marshal to read the
warrant.
Declined to Play Any Longer.
"As the Marshal pulled out the document
Slade, quick as a flash, sprang at him and
jerked it out ot his hands, at the same time
leveling a revolver at the heart ot His
Honor. It was all done in a second, and the
six or eight henchmen of the tough had
also drawn their pistols at the same time.
'Now,' said Mr. Siadef 'I am about tired of
this business. I am not going to be drained
any more, and I am not going to recognize
your authority, nor shall I pay that 5400. I
shall hold you personally responsible for
mv personal safety, and if any ot your com
mittee attempts to touch me I will blow
vour heart out.'
"While he was speaking I was thinking,
and before he had concluded quietly
turned and walked out, as it thinking of
something else. I walked out on the street,
and the first man I met was a member of
our Vigilance Committee. I explained
the situation to him, and asked him to get
on bis horse and ride to a camp about two
miles away and-tell the boys we needed
them, lie set off in post haste, and I turned
back toward the courtroom. Just as I
turned aronnd I came face to face with
Slade and his followers, who had walked
boldly out of court soon after I came away.
'Come in and have something, Sanders,'
called the irrepressible. I said to him,
'Slade, get on your horse and go home as
fast as voa can.'
of government When Slade heard of this
he sent a messenger for me to come to him
at onoe and make a,speech iri his behalf. I
knew that it would be worse than useless
for me to do so, and refused to go on a fool's
errand. Then he sent me to our Judge
with a similar request, but the Judge,
knowing that he' was powerless to prevent
the exeoution, declined to see him. So
Mr. Slade was taken to a hill overlooking
a gulch, and a noose from a gallows
(nsed to slaughter sheep) slipped) around
his neck land a barrel placed under
him. Just as he was about to be swung
off, the noise of a horse's hoofs was heard
and & mounted woman appeared in the
distance coming at a breakneck speed. It
was. Slade's wife; but by the time she
arrived upon the scene, around which 2,000
people were gathered, the barrel had been
kicked from under him, and Mr. Slade was
no more.
"That is the story of the execution, and a
singular one it was."
During the recital of these stirring
events Senator Sanders seemed to forget his
surroundings and to be living over again
the scenes which he was depicting to his
interested listeners.
MYSTERY OF TULARE.
A Secret Discovered Under the
Famons California Lake.
K0T BEEN LONG IN EXISTENCE.
NEW SUMMER BOOKS.
A UnrnlnffThat Went Unheeded.
" -What do you mean? Why do you tell
me thai?' demanded Slade.
" 'Never mind what I mean?' I replied;
'get on your horse and go home.'
"He didn't get on his horse and go homo,
but he got on his horse and rode all through
town, bringing up at last at the courtroom.
He was inclined to be very proud of his
defiance of the orders of the court, and was
insulting to His Honor, who was still there.
He was swaggering around the store, when
I happened to look out of the window and
saw that the bouse was surrounded by
armed men. The next minute they were in
the room and one of them was savintr:
'We want you, Mr. Slade. He
turned pale and weakened at once.
A crowd of his captors surrounded him,
and I left him safe in their keeping. I
went home, and was not there five minutes
when one .of the vigilantes came up and
said: 'Mr. Sanders, the boys have about
concluded that they won't be bothered with
Mr. Slade any longer, and as there is no
place to keeo him safely, they are going to
hang him whether the court wills it or not'
I. hurried to the courtroom and saw the
Judge and the marshal and several others,
and after a conference we agreed that as
Slade was bound to hang whether by our
wishes or not it was better to have him
executed by order of the court, and thus
preserve our hold on the community.
Sentenced for High Treason.
"We sentenced him to death for high
treason for inciting others to rebellion and
for himself seeking to overthrow our form
Following are among the late publica
tions received by The Dispatch during
the week:
"When a Man's Single," by J. M. Barrie.
Lovell, Coryell & Co., New York. Fleish
man & Co., Pittsburg.
"Ot the World Worldly," by Mrs. For
rester. Lovell, Corj ell & Co., Nqw York.
Fleishman, Pittsburg.
"Come Live With Me and Be My Love;"
an English pastoral, by Robert Buchanan.
Lovell, Coryell & Co., New York. Fleish
man & Co., Pittsburg.
"A W'indow in Thrums," by J. AT.
Barrie. Lovell, Coryell & Co., New York.
Fleishman & Co., Pittsburg.
"L 'Orabra," by B. M. Sherman.from the
French of A. Gennevray. Lovell, Coryell &
Ca, New York. Fleishman & Co., Pitts
burg. An American statesman, "The Works
and Words ot James G. Blaine," by Willis
Fletcher Johnson, A. M. Augusta Publish,
ing Company.
"The Little Lady of Lagunitas," by
Richard H. Savage, author ol "My Officia'l
Wife." American News Company, pub
lishers. For sale by Pittsburg Nes Com
panv. "The Doings of Raffles Haw,"by A.Conan
Doyle. Lovell, Corvell & Ca, New York.
A. W. JUcUloy, Fittsburg.
"A Son ot Esau," bv Minnie Gilraore.
Lovell, Corvell & Ca, New York. A. W.
McCloy, Pittsburg, Pa.
"Slaves of the Sawdust," by Amy Keade.
Hovendou Companv, New York. Fleish
man & Co., Pittsburg.
"Angels' Visits to My Farm in Florida,"
bv Golden Light. Lovell & Ca, New
York.
"Love for an "Hour Is Love Forever," by
Amelia Barr. Dodd, Mead & Co. K, S.
Davis. Pittsburg. Pa.
"A Colony of Girls," bv Kate Livingstone
Williard. Dodd, Mead & Co. R. S. Davis,
Pittsbunr, Pa.
"A Highland Chronicle," by & Bayard
Dod. Dodd, Mead & Co. R. S. Davis,
Pittsburg.
"The Head of the Firm," bjr Mrs. J. H.
Riddell. Lovell, Corvell & Ca, New York.
A. W. McCloy, Pittsburg.
"Auld Li.'ht-Tdvlls," by J. M. Barrie,
author of "When a Man's Single," "A Win
dow in Thrnms. Lovell, Coryell & Co.,
New York. A. W. McCloy, Pittsburg.
"Lecture on English Poets," by Williap
Hazlitt New York: Dodd, Mead & Ca;
R. & Davis & Ca, Pittsburg.
"The Art of Entertaining," by M. E. W.
Sherwood. Dodd, Mead & Co., New York;
R. S. Davis, Pittsburg.
Evidence That the Body of Water Has Been
There Only 200 Tears.
PRESERVED TEONKS OP ANCIENT TREES
Lake Chantanqa and Return, 95 OO.
Niagara Falls and retnrn $7 00
Toronto, Can., and retnrn 8 00
Via Allegheny Valley Railway.
Tuesday, August IB.
Tickets good 15 dayB returning. Trains
leave Union station at 8.23 a. k. and 8:50 p.
v., consisting ot Eastluke coaches, Pullman
buffet, parlor and sleeping cars.
Why Not to Ton?
Tou certainly want good boarders and
roomers. How to secure them. Afew small
adlets in The Dispatch cent-a-word adver
tising columns has sent them to others.
Why not to you?
Exonnion to Atlantic City
Via B. & O. R. R. on Thursday, August 11.
Rate $10 the round trip, and tickets pood for
12dajs and good to --top at Washington
City. Trains leave .Pittsburg ut 8 a.m. and
9 20 p.m.
When going to Canton, O., stop at the
Bnrnutt House; striotly first-class; refitted
and refurnished throughout. Elegant
sample rooms. Rates, $2 CO and $2 50.
Smalt. In size, great in results; fie Witt'
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Fbesno, Aug. 10. The low stage of the
water in Lake Tulare has brought to notice
a fact which appears to have considerable
value in pointing out an important geo
graphical change in Central California
within comparatively recent times. Where
the waters have receded a grove of stumps
and broken trees have been brought to
view, partly buried in the mud. They evi
dently grew where they now are found.
Some of the trees lie prostrate on the bot
tom of the lake, while fragments of others
still stand as stumps and snags. But the
roots of all are yet fast in the soil, where in
some past age they flourished as members
of a forest Those that are now pros
trate were evidently torn up by the roots,
and the "waters of the lake have never
moved from where they fell, although they
have been under water centuries, perhaps.
Others are still standing upright, although
their branches have disappeared and only
the broken trunks remain like snags in the
water.
Lake Tulare has been undergoing a steady
change since the waters of the rivers that
feed it have been led away for Irrigation
purposes. As is generally known the lake
lies iu the southern end of the San Joaquin
Valley, and has no outlet. It is fed by
Kings river, Tulare river,, Tule river, Ka
weah river, and other smaller streams that
come iu from the Sierra Nevada Mountains
on the east
When First Known to Americana.
When this lake first became known to
Americans it was more than 30 miles long
and nearly the same distance in width, and
contained no less than 1,000 square miles.
In seasons of drought it was probably
somewhat smaller, while in seasons of much
rain its size was very much greater. The
waters were diminished by evaDoration,
except, perhaps, in times of very great
floods, when a portion of the surplus might
have overflowed the plains into the San
Joaquin river, 60 miles distant
When irrigation of the plains of Fresno
and Tulare counties was commenced the
water was led away from the rivers and was
taken out upon the plains. By this means
the quantity which the lake annually re
ceived grew less, and since evaporation
went on as usual the natural consequence
was that the lake began to recede.
It never was deep, not over 40 feet, per
haps. At the present time It is only a
fraction of its former depth. It has shrunken
away on account of the cutting off of its
supply of water from the rivers until Lake
Tulare exists now practically in name. It
occupies the shallow depression in the low
est part of the valley, while what formerly
was the bottom of the lake is now wheat
land and orchard.
Just on the edge of the water the rem
nant of the grove of trees is found. Here Is
where the great geographical change is sug
gested. The trees evidently grew on dry
ground. They could not have" grown under
water. When thev were growing Lake
Tulare could not have been in existence.
The trees are older than the lake.
They are willow, and some of them are
two feet or more in diameter, such as now
grow in the bottom land along Kings river.
They grew where they are now found, and
then the waters of the lake overwhelmed
them, and being under water, they have
been preserved from decay, and now are
brought to view by the receding of the
waters.
Not Long ln Existence
There seems to be but one theory- by
which the existence of the submerged grove
may be accounted for. The time may not
have been very long ago 'when Lake Tulare
did not exist " There is rio dispute as to its
origin by those who have investigated the
subject The causes are visible. There was
n time when the waters of Kings, Tulare,
Tule and Kaweah rivers all flowed north
ward unobstructed and reached the ocean
through the channel of the San Joaquin.
The rivers that now discharge their waters
into Lake Tulare then probably emptied
into one river somewhere in the vicinity of
the present lake, and from there flowed
northward along the lowest part of the val
ley and reached the San Joaquin near the
present town of Mendota, formerly Whites
Brides. The channel or channels of this
old river still exist, and in times of very
great flood some of the waters of Kings
river, and perhaps also a portion of the sur
plus waters of the lake, still finds its way
to the San Joaquin through this old chan
nel, which is called Fresno slough.
From the Coast mountains on the west
flows Los Gatos creek. Opposite, on the
east, from the Sierras, flows Kings riven
It was the sediment brought down by these
two streams that made the lake possible.
Each of these two streams deposited im
mense quantities of gravel and soil where
they emerged from the mountains upon'the
plains. Every flood brought down an in
creased quantity. The sediment from
Kings river approached the center of the
valley from the east, forming a ridge. Los
Gatos did likewise from the west The two
embankments Gradually approached each
other till they met in the center of the val
ley, and the embankment was complete
from the foot of the Sierras to the base of
the Coast mountains, and the waters of tho
southern end of the valley were thus shut
in.
The Orlcln of the Lake. .
Undoubtedly this was the origin of Lake
Tulare. The waters could no longer escape
and collected in the southern end of tne
valley. The high ridge crossing the valley
from side to side is there to Bpeak for itself.
As stated, in times of great flood the water
still rises to a height sufficient to flow over
the lowest part of the ridge and by this exit
reaches the San Joaqnin. Tiie ridge is not
a narrow one, but is many miles wide, slop
ing gradually off to the south and north.
It is not now difficult to account for the
submerged grove of trees in tho bottom of
the lake. Before the two embankments of
sediment, approaching from the east and
west, met in the center, there was nothing
to hinder the waters from the rivers farther
south from flowing out to the San Joaquin.
But suddenly, -we may suppose, a flood
probably larger than the usual came down
Los Gatos and Kings rivers, bearing drift
and sand, and the last gap in the embank
ment was filled and the channel for the
escape of the waters from theisouthern part
01 tne valley was closed. The lake would
be formed immediately. The trees would
be covered with water as they stood. The
waterwould preserve them from decav, and
here now, with the receding of the water of
the lake, they are found.
Thus, perhaps, an important chapter in
the past history of California geology and
geography may be learned. It is probable
that Lake Tulare did not exist 200 years
ago.
Old Soldiers' ricnic
Post 128, G. A. R., will hold their annual
picnic at Ross Grove to-morrow. Almost
the entire post will attend, taking with
them their wives and families. Games,
sports and general sociability will be the
features of the occasion.
Train Jumpers Arrested.
Mike Giger, John Reminsnyder and
George Kros were arrested by the South
side police last evening tor jumping on out
going trains on the Pittsburg, Virginia and
Charleston road.
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large lot of merchandise would
require too much newspaper
space and cost us too much
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Costly Thy Habits as Thy
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ITS a pity that the immortal
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fectly finished suits we can
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$10 and $12. He once re
marked, "The apparel oft
proclaims the man." Had he
seen our home-made suits he
woidd have said, "That's the
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have room. No sacrifice too
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be said of the $5, $6 and $7 Trousers several
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A GAMBLER'S WIFE.
BY MRS. HENRY E. DUDENEY.
CHAPTER J.
AX THE TABLE.
It was evening at Monte Carlo. The
moonlight fell on the clear waters of the
Mediterranean, turning its bosom to a rip
pling mass of gold; it topped the mountains
which skirted the bay, and shone weirdly
on thick olive groves. Conspicuous in the
flood of light was the gilded, minaretted
roof of the Casino.
On the evening in question it was crowded.
The season was at its height Every chair
at the tables in the salle de jeu was occu
pied, and behind them stood a motley crowd
ft onlookers, who eagerly watched the
roulette wheel. Men ot many nationalities
were there. Dark Italians rubbed shoulders
with portly, middle-class Englishmen;
globe-trotting Americans stood side by side
with Germans or Russians; and the women
they were of all types, of all ages. There
was the languid society dame, who was
"doing" Monte Carlo, and had looked in at
the Casino and staked a few pieces just for
lhe fun of the thing; there was the matron
ly wife of the British merchant with her
fresh-faced daughter at her side, and, lastly,
there were the women who played for gain,
to whom the Casino was no place in which
to spend an idle, curious hour. They threw
their stakes with eager haste, and strove in
lain to conceal the greed with which they
clutched their winnings, the despair with
which thev bore their losses.
Bound a table near the center of the hall
a crow d had gathered to watch the play of
two men. One was a boyiih looking En
glishman, with a fresh, fair skin and a
blojd mustache, which partly hid the ir
resolute mouth beneath. He was losing
hcaily. At last, with nervous haste, he
cried, "A hundred napoleons on the black,"
and flung the golden heap defiantly on the
table, The onlookers were too much occu
pied with the game to note his wild eye and
rs:iiiijug utc 0.11B IUH 1VM niS lUSt,
though he alone knew it. Up from his
heart rose a fierce hope which was almost a
prayer, that his luck might change and ruin
be averted.
The wheel went round, the bloodshot
blue eyes of the Englishman followed it
with agonizing intensity. At last it
stopped, and the croupier announced that
black had lost.
Witharuuttered exclamation, the English
man pushed back his chair and left the
table. For a few moments he walked rest
lessly np and down the parquet floor, gaz
ing longingly at the tables, as if desirous
still, were not his pocket empty, of tempt
ing fortune. At last he crossed the vesti
bule into the music halL The" band was
playing a dreamy waits by Strauss. IU
silvery melody followed him as he went out
into the garden and threw himself pn a
wooden bench under a plane tree.
"It is all np with me," he muttered, and
gave a last look at the fair scene before him,
the dancing waters and starry, blue sky, the
stately palm and richly flowering plants by
which he was surrounded. A moment after,
the crack of a revolver startled the summer
air, and there in the scented garded a man
lay dead. But the dreamy Strauss waltz
went on, and the roulette wheel kept twirl
ing. Not one ear in the Casino had
waKenea to tne ueam snot.
j.ne oiner man at ine taote was .ttnglisn,
too, but of a different type. His eyes were
bold and dark. There was a little curious
pate about his tall figure, and the silky
blach mustache scarcely veiled the cruel
outline of his firm set mouth.
All eyes were attracted to him. His luck
was marvelous. He won stake after stake;
each success made him bolder, till at last
the bank was compelled for its own safety
to reduce thr stake he tried to hazard.
Murmurs ran ronnd the room.
"He's a fool to keep on playing." said
one. "He's made a regular pile. If I were
he I'd be content."
"Pooh!" returned his friend, "the man
is not a fool. "He's cot a run of IncL-n,l
knows it. He'll break the bank before the
evening is over."
The dark Englishman caught the words
and smiled triumphantly. Again he threw,
this time for so large a stake that the on
lookers held their breath. "Rouge," he
cried. For a moment the bankers
hesitated, then, as if imbued with
the spirit of chance, allowed the game to
go on.
"Noir," said the croupier in a moment,
and impassively raked in the clinking, glit
tering pile of gold.
The Englishman roe from the table,
with a little nnnoved laugh.
"I could afford to lose a "stake, though
that m as a big one," he said, and strolled
out of the building.
He went in the direction nf Mnnw M
passed through the new town, with its spot
less red-mofed houses, till he came to the
archway which is the entrance ot the con
necting footpath between old and new
Monaco. He benj. his steps toward a small,
rather shabby-looiing hotel which stood at
the top of a steep hill. He entered, and,
going upstairs, opened the door of a room
on the second floor. It was a gay room,
half sleeping plane, half boudoir. In a re
cess stood a bed, closely curtained with
thick muslin: foe the rest, it was quite un
like a bedroom. There was a sofa, covered
with bright blue! stuff; a writing table stood
between the windows, and artificial flowers
filled thejars and vases which littered the
tables. The flooiwas highly polished, and
partly covered with skin rags; the ceilin?
was aauoea witn wiue wash and studded
with silver starijAid a huge gilt mlnror
mn:'.i&bv:&J.c-i i-VS,-
al
reached from floor to ceiling at one end of
the room. The effect, though, doubtless,
by daylight garish enough, was' not un
pleasant in the soft candle light. On the
sofa lav a woman clothed in black. She
was asleep. The tears glistened undried
on her cheeks, and now and then a little
sobbing breath broke from her.
The man turned away impatiently.
"Fretting again," he muttered, angrily,
crossing to the window. "By heavens, it's
enough to try the patience of an angel."
With a start she woke up and looked
with frichtened gray eyes at the figure by
the window. ,
"Is that you, Derrick?"
"Yes."
"I'm so glad vou have eome. The most
dreadlul thing nas happened Mr. Hanson
shot himself in the gardens of the Casino
this evening. They brought his body back
to the hotel only a "few minutes ago. And
that poor young wife is distracted. You
were at the Casino, Derrick. Did you hear
of it?"
"No." he said slowly. "But I left early
and did Siot hurry home."
"By Jove!" he went on, lightly shaking
off his horror, "what a fool voung Hanson
was. His losses at the tables to-night did
not finish him. He dropped a considerable
sum to me at baccarat before going into
Monte Carlo."
The woman's face grew white.
Then you," she Rasped, "vou drove him
to his death."
"That is a rather severe way of putting
"It is dreadful," she moaned. "Oh, Der
rick, why did we ever come to this terrible
place?"
"Don't be dramatic," he said impatiently,
"Look here!"
He turned ont his pockets on the table,
and exultlngly pointed to the heap of gold
and the crisp bank notes.
But his wife shuddered.
"Promise me. Derrick," she cried pas
sionately, '"never to gamble again. Pay
Mrs. Hanson the money you won from her
husband and let us go back to England."
He laughed contemptuously.
"You are Quixotic, Lydia. I shall cer
tainly not pay .back lawful winnings, nor
shall I leave the tables. My system is in
fallible. I mean to break the "bank before
turning my back on Monte Carlo."
"Then we must part," she said firmlv.
"God alone knows the wretchedness that
has been mine since this fatal passion has
possessed yon. Success cannot last. Some
day you, will be ruined. Yon will be brought
home dead, as Mr. Hanson was to-night.
The grief of his wife made me deride that I
would not risk the chance of inch a fate.
Derrick, dear, for the sake of our love, of
the happy days in England, come awav.
What you have won to-night, added to the
residue of my fortune, will keep ns in com
fort." "In a fuburban villa," he sneered. "That
is not my idea of comfort. "
"Then yon wish me to leave you. Be
lieve me, this is hot a sudden resolve. I'
have thought deeply over the step, and
cannot live with yon unless yon will aban
don tnaiywnicn win oe your ruin."
" He turned and looked at the pale face of
cue woman nt naa onoe iorea so macn. He
is-s. ..
it
did not love her now, her tears and en
treaties had wearied him. She was not
fitted, this grave, proud English girl, to
shine in the gay, dubious continental set in
which he moved. ,
"You may please yourself. And now,
good night. Larrone asked me to supper,
and I may as well go. If it be too late to
return to the hotel, he will put me np. I
shall see yon in the morning."
"I shall be gone. This is our parting.
Will you not kiss me, Derrick? You are
breaking my heart by yonr coldness."
He lightly kissed her brow and left the
room. To do him justice, he did not be
lievo she would really go.
Could he have seen Into the fntnre, and
known under what circumstances they
would next meet, he wonld have stayed his
steps.
CHAPTER IL
THE "WAOE3 OF SIN.
There was a private view at the D
gallery. The usual artistic and fashionable
crowd filled the rooms. Conspicuous among
them was a tall, pale woman, dressed in
some clinging gray stuff. She was consid
erably over 30, and streaks ot gray mixed
with her waving brown hair. Her face' tohi
of former loveliness; it was still beautiful,
despite the lines which furrowed the broad
brow and curved round the firm mouth.
A little whisper followed this woman as
she went. "That is Mrs. Carl, the artist.
Her work is mnoh admired by a certain
school."
She paused in the end room aSd stopped
before a large canvas. It represented a
gaming room. There was the scene she had
such bitter cause to remember the crowd
of eager onlookers, the intent faces of the
players, the weary, impassive expression
the croupier wore, the little piles of gold
and silver which lay on tho tables. The
picture brought back the past so vividly.
For Mrs. Carl, the artist, was none other
than Lydia Locke, who had parted from
her husbad at Monte Carlo 15 years before.
She stood transfixed, her gray eyes dilated;
vl warm, bright spot on each thin cheek.
She was looking at the figure on the canvas.
It was that of a man who sat at the table in
the foreground. He had evidently fust lost
a large sum of money. Ills face nas de
spairing, and his band was outstretched as
though to stay the croupier, who was
sweeping the golden pile into the bank.
It was Derrick's face.
She grasped tho rail in front of her and
tried to keen from tremblintf. She hud not
known till now that her love had lived and
grown through so many years.
"Well, Mrs. Carl, admiring mv picture?"
She turned and greeted a dapper little
man, cherry of face and quick of gesture.
"Yes," she said mechanically. "Mr. Dan
ton, who is that man in the foreground?
What a striking face.".
"Is it not? Poor fellow. I' always feel
rather sorry lor him, though he is a hope
less ne'er-do-well. Known at every gaming
resort on the continent, lives bv play and
has a reputation or the shadiest. Two or
three timet he has won a small fortune.
and each time squandered It, I met Him at
Baden, and we struck up a kind of friend
ship." "At Baden. Is he still there, do you
know?" she asked in a voice that tried to
be indifferent,
"Oh, not I believe Be is in London now.
He wrote to me a short time ago and asked
a loan. He's in low water again, I fear.
The letter was dated from some place in the
neighborhood of Islington, 15 China Cres
cent. I remember the address because of
the alliteration, and the number because
the letter came on the ISth of last month.
However, I did not mean to bore you by
talking so much about a complete stranger.
Glad you like my picture. Why did you
not exhibit this year? Good morning."
He bustled ofl'to greet a wealthv patron
of art who had just entered, and Mrs. Carl
left the gallery. Her home was a tiny
house in an old suburb. It was a house
which had stood for nearly 200 years, and
its-walls were paneled, its staircase and
chimney pieces rich with carving. At the
end of the long straggling garden a studio
had been built.
ALl the evening the artist sat brooding
over the fire thinking of the past of her
youth, her love, her marriage, of her part
ing with Derrick, of the bitter uphill strug
gle which followed, of the ease and fame
she had won at last.
Next day she put on a quiet black dress
and oonnet and went to umna urcseent.
It was a dreary place, situated in a most
depressing neighborhood. The houses were
tall and gloomy, their dgly stucco faces
primmed with London snot. v Each house
had In front an untidy strip'of garden, in
which afew hardy plants struggled for ex
istence. No. 15 was even more dirty than
its neighbors; in the window of the ground
floor room wai a bill signifying that anart
menls were to be let within: Lydia climbed
the flight of steps which led to the door and
rang the belL in a few moments a slat
ternly servant answered it.
"Does.Mr.Loofco live here?"nsked Lydia.
the girl eyed her curiously. "Yes, he
does," she said at last, "Are you . But
there, wait a minute, while 1 go and ask
Misius."
( Derrick's wife stood in the gloomy por
tico with a sinking heart. Had he', indeed,
fallen so Iowa this! The uglr home, the
shabby, narrow hall, the untidy, Blipshod
servant were evidences of a life so meager
that her artist soul reroltjd.
She wai roused from her reverie by the
mistress of the house a tall woman, with
keen, restless eyes.
"You are the'nurse, I suppose," she uid
with a swilt glance at the stranaer's plain
black, gown and bonnet. "Dr. ICeatiii'r
said he'd sehd one. Step in if you please."
She led the way to the dining room.
"Mr. Locke's very bad," she began, vol
ubly. "You must be prepared tor the
worst; though, of course, you nurses are
too used to sickness to be shocked at any
thing. It is very hard on me, a person.who
lives'by lodging letting, to have a dying
man In the house. Tho fever's not so
catching, so Dr. Keating says; but all the
same my bill has been in the window three
weeks and not a sign of letting."
Tlnrlntf thla ftnmn.h T.vrftn fAvmirl Yia
plan. She had eeh taken for the nurse I
She could i
not bare her heart to this loquacious, hard
featured woman; she would trust to chance
and, if necessary, tell the doctor the truth.
With this resolve she followed the land
lady upstairs to a- room at the top of the
house, the door of which that person flung
open and then scuttled down stairs.
Lydia gave one comprehensive glance
around the untidy room, and then crossed
to the bed. On it a man lay asleep. It was
Derrick, indeed, but how changedl His
cheeks were wasted and bright with fever,
his beard was ragged, and the matted hair,
which was tossed Duck from his hot brow,
was thick with silver. She fell on her
knees by the bed and burst into tears. Ata
that moment he was her lover, the hus-'
band of her youth, and all else was for
gotten. A gentle tap at the door made her rise
quickly. As she turned, a kind looking,
elderly man came into the room and glanced
at her interroeativelv. "Thev told me the
nurse was here," he said doubtfully, "but
you "
"I am his wife," she said, pointing to
ward the bed. "Can yon trust me to nurse
him?"
"You will be the best nurse he could
have."
Then accepting the situation with perfect
tact, the doctor gave her a few directions
and went to his patient's side.
"Still sleeDinar. Well, that looks hopeful.
He may pull through yet. He has bsen
delirious. You must not be frightened if he
wakes np so."
Left alone, the wife almost smiled at the
idea of her being atraid of Derrick. He
would not lire, she could see that in the
doctor's face, but she prayed that he might
know her and say one kind word before he
died.
Two days passed away. All through the
long hours lie had slept fitfully, and when
he awoke had been delirious. He babbled
of other days days at Monte Carlo before
she left him; days and months and years
since, in which she had no part,' of which
she knew nothing.
. But the theme was always the same tlie.
rage for play. )
'"A hundred on the red!" he criedwildly.
sitting up in bed and throwing out his arms.
"No, COO; it's worth risking." j
Then he fell back moaning.
5"I lose the stake. Of course I do. My
luck has gone, my system is rotten, rotten,
rotten. Look at that man! He wins. He
gathers in the gold while I am minted. Why
don't they take warning by me? V There
they go. Whirling, twirling, spinni ig, and
I am a beggar.
"ShetoIdmesotLydiatoldmeso When
young Hanson blew his brains out i he said
that I should come to it, too. I'm i ot sure
that, after all, it wouldn't be the best thing.
I'll end it all. Why did she leave ne? I
didn't- treat her well. I served her iruelly.
Lydia, little wife, come back." I
It was tho third night, and Derrick bad
fallen jnto a restless sleep. Worn with
watching, Lydia leaned baok in the arm
chair bv the bed and closed her eye&i After
awhile a strange fettling, the feelirig that
other eyes were fixed on ner, made h,er open
them.
Her gaze met Derrick's.
All the fever had faded from nlsface.
leaving it ghastly. Bat his eyes were calm
and they knew her.
"Lyddy,"he cried weakly, using the pet
name of old days. "Come here."
She went and, sat by his side and fondled
the wasted band, and rested the poor tired
head on her shoulder. ,
The night light sent a sickly flicker over
the shabby room; the fire shot np a ruddy
tontrue of flame now and then: the house
and street were very still during those hours
of reconciliation.
Derrick spoke in disconnected whispers
of the long years which parted them, of the
shipwreck he bad made of his life that life
which was so surely ebbing away.
Yet Lydia, now that thev were so near
each other, suffered herself to hope that ha
would recover, that the husband of her
youth would be given back.
He knew better. Heknew his race was
run. He felt, too, that it were better so.
They were not fitted, they never had been.
She'was too pure and good for a sinful soul
like his.
So he thought as he lay back on the pil
lows and watched the dawn steal softly
over his wife's face
Next day he died. Lydia went back to
the world that world which never dreamt
of 4he tragedy folded awav in her heart.
And through the long lonely years which
followed she grew to think without regret,
but with infinite pity, of Derrick, the hus
band whose fatal passion had ruined both
their lives.
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