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DEMOCRATIC NORHWEST, NAIULUUN' O, NOVEMBER 5, 1896.
9ESR 0 rBl4 nanairsflBrKH jb 07,11 TB6 Wltherlno ol a Rose. By MART?. COBELLL t. Copyright. lKffl, bjr Marie Oorolll. CHAPTER L Immediately above tho pictnrcBqne town of Lucemo thero is a towering emincnoe clothed with pines, to the summit of which the exploring and aspiring tourist can ascend by one of those ingcnionsly contrived "funicular" railways now so common in all tho mountainous districts of Switzerland. The little passenger car is worked by the cog wheel and water system and jogs slowly np a precipitous incline, which, surveyed from the bottom, ap pears to slant at about on anlo of 90 degrees. But it is not so perilous as it eeems. Tho Journey is easy and safe enough, and those who are troubled with "nervous sensations," and who in sist on closing their eyes firmly while traveling up in tho Btrnngo conveyance, which, whon obserevd from a snfiioiont distunco, certainly somewhat resembles a squat kind of bluebottle clinging to a wall, will have their full consolutiou and reward on arriving at the top. For there one of tho most glorious landscapes in the world is spread before the enraptured sight. Tho lovely Lnko of the Four Cantons glitters below in all its width of vasty blue, surrounded by kindly mountains, the peaks of which, even in the height of summer, still keep on their sparkling diadems of virginal snow. On either hand a forest of tall pine trees stretches away for miles, a forest where one may wander in solitude for hours, walking on a thick carpet of the softest moss strewn with tho brown and fragrant "pine needles," scarcely hearing one's own footsteps and seeing nothing but the arching cathedrallike splendor of solemn green gloom, flecked through here and there by the blue of the sky aiAl the bright rays of the sun. At the entrance of this forest stands one of the prettiest of rustio hotels, known as the Pension Outsch, a house built ia the true Bwiss style, with pic turesque gabled roof, and wide wooden verandas its charming seclusion and simplicity offering a delightful contrast to garish glories of the Schweizerbof and the other monstrous Americanized hotels of Lucerne, where the main object of every one concerned, from the 'portier" down to the smallest paying guest, ap pears to be to forget as oompletcly as possible the fact that Switzerland, as Switzerland, exists and to live solely for the enjoyment of the table d'hote, dress, flirtation and lawn tennis. It is a singular fact, but true, that all the big hotels In Lucerne have their table d'hote dinner served precisely at the sunset hour the very time when grand old Mount Pilatug is gathering around his frowning brows strange and mystio draperies of crimson and gold and green when the lake looks like melted jewels, and all the lovely hues of heaven are merging by delicious gra dations into 'the cool, pearly gray of such pure twilight as is never seen save in countries where the air is rarefied by the presence of perpetual snow. For this very reason persons of a fanciful and romantic turn of mind, who prefer scen ery to soup, frequently do battle with their nerves to tho extent of being lifted like little frightened children in a basket up the precipitous Outsch where, at the unpretentious, spotlessly clean and fragrant hotel bearing that same, they can do pretty much as they like and have the Bupreme comfort of quiet rooms and refreshing sleep, lux uries completely denied them at all the large hotels in the town. Moreover, by making a special ar rangement and paying a little extra, they can have their meals served at their own stated hours, all of which sensible management and forethought on the part of the proprietor has the re sult of making his house a favorite re sort of artists, poets and dreamers gen erally. The frivolous and empty headed would not care for such a place. It offers nothing but repose and beauty. It is not a suitable abode for golfers or tomboy tennis players. They do well to remain in Lucerne and cling to the noisy and overcrowded Schweizerhof. But it is eminently fitted for lovers in the first stage of sentimental ardor, and it is an ideal nook wherein to spend a happy honeymoon. When, on one dazzling afternoon in early July, a gentleman with black mustaches got out of the little "funic ular" car and assisted a charmingly attired and very young lady with fair hair to alight also, and when these twain were followed by a valet, a maid and the porter bearing some very new looking luggage, none of the people al ready staying at the Outsell had any (UiBoulty in classifying them. They were newly married. Their very ap pearance betrayed them. One of the regular habitues of the place, a dork eyed young man clad in carelessly fit ting tweeds, said as much to the land lord, who, having bowed the oonple in, now stood on his doorstep benevolently surveying the prospect "On their wedding tour, I suppose?" be observed, with a smile. "It is possible," replied mine host discreetly. "The lady is young. Not so young the gentleman. They have en sacred the best rooms. " OASTOZUA "Ah! Plenty of money about, thonf" "It If to be thought so," replied the proprietor as he continued to smile blandly at the scenery. "The lady has maid, the gentlcmsn valet. Every thing" and he spread out his hands ex pressively "u de luxe. They are Eng lish people, evidently well bred. Per haps you know the name A 11 in gham Mr. and Mrs. Allingbam of Dunscoinbe Hall. Norfolk?" The dark eyed artist thought a mo ment, then said, "No." A vague idea was in his wind that he had seen sketch or photograph somewhere of Dunscoinbe Hull, but he was not sure. And, mine host being called away at ths aiouient, the conversation was broken sir. The new arrivals had ' their meals served to them privately in their own apartments; so any curiosity felt con cerning them among the table d'hote jompany at the Pension Outsch was not destined to be largely gratified. One morning, however, Mr. Francis Fane, the dark eyed artist already mentioned, met Mrs. Allingham walking by herself in one of the lonelier and more outlying paths of the pine forest and was quite laken aback by bcr extremely childish i.ppcarance. She was so small and light en her feet, she had such a young, wist ful, wondering face, and her figure was cast in such a dainty and delicate mold, that as sho passed him silently by, in her simplo white morning dress, tied round the waist with a knot of blue rib bon, she looked like a littlo girl just fresh from school, and it seemed impos sible, almost absurd, to consider her as a married woman. "Why, sho can't be tnoro than 15 or 1 6 1" he mentally ejaculated, staring aft er her bcwildercdly. As a matter of fact, sho was 20 and had seen two ' 'sea sons" in town, but things of the "world worldly" had as yet left no trace on her fair featarcH, and her eyes still held their dreams of innocence unsullied; hence, though a woman, she was still a child. "Mrs. Allingham of Dnnscornbo Hall, Norfolk!" repeated Frank Fane to him self, with a short, gruff laugh. "By Jove I It scorns preposterous I" It did seem, if not preposterous, a littlo strange, and Rose Allingham her self sometimes thought so. Sho had been married just a fortnight and had not yet got over tho novol sensation of having a big thick wedding ring on tho tiny third finger of her littlo white hand. Sho would turn it round and round with a whimsical solemnity, and now and then sho secretly polished it up with a small bit of chamois leather kept in her jowel caso for the purpose. And ns sho regarded her wedding ring even so she regarded her husband. The well dressed gentleman with the per fectly irreproachable manner, even fea tures and well groomed mustache was Harold Brentwood Allingham of Duns- combo Hall, Norfolk, and she was Mrs. Harold Brentwood Allingham of Duns- combe Hall, Norfolk. It all seemed very interesting and now and important. She was never tired of going over and over the events which had, in their sequence, led her up to this lofty position of matrimonial dignity. She hod left school to bo " brought out" and "presented. " Oh, that presentation! Would she ever for get the misery of it? The bother of her long train, the nasty, spiteful behavior of the ladies who pushed her, pinched her and generally "scrimmaged" for entrance into the thronoroom ; the bit ter cold of the weather, and the horri ble drafts that blew all over her un covered neck and arms ; the disappoint ment of there being no sovereign to re ceive her when she made her pretty courtesy (practiced for three weeks un der the tuition of one of the best mis tresses of deportment in London), but only one of the princesses; the ex treme hunger and thirst from which she suffered during the long "wait;" then her utter prostration and sinking into a dead faint when she got home and having beef tea put down her throat in hot spoonfnis by her anxious mother. All this was perfectly fresh in her mind. Then came the Memory of several balls and dances, at many of which she had met the good looking and rich Mr. Harold Brentwood Allingham and had danced with him he was a splendid dancer then Henley, where the same Harold Brentwood Allingbam had in vited her to his houseboat and given her flowers and bonbons; then a visit to a beautiful country house in Devonshire, where she had found him installed as one of the house party; then that after noon when he had discovered her alone in the rose garden reading poetry and taking the book out of her hand had be gun to make love to her. Such funny love I Not at all like the love the poets write about nothing in the least like it. There was no nonsense about " break ing hoarts" and "wild despairs" and "passionate tinglings" in Mr. Harold Brentwood Allingham. Ho was a very self complacent man. He thought mar riage a sensible and respectable institu tion and was prepared to enter upon it in a sensible and respectable manner. So, without verbiage, or what is oall ed "high flown" sentiment, he had put his cose kindly and practically. He had said "Rose, would yon like to marry me?" And sho had surveyed him in such astonishment that ho was quite amused. ' 'I have spoken to your parents, " he had then continued, taking her hand and patting it encouragingly, "and they approve very highly. You are a charm ing, unspoiled girl, and, though I am some years older than you, that is just as it should be. I am sure we shall be very happy together. 5Tou know I can give you anything yon want My wife" and here bis back had stiffened slight ly "would naturally occupy an envia ble position in society. " And Rose had trembled all over with nervousness. "I knowl" she had faltered. "But I am not sure that I I love you, Mr. Allingham." He had laughed at thia "Oh, but I am sure," he had replied, "I know you bettor than you do yourself. There is no one else you core for, is there?" "Oh, no," she answered earnestly, which indeed was true. She had often reflected on the fact rather desolately. No one had shown her any special kind ness or attention sinoe Bhe "came out" except this Mr. Allingham. "Then let us consider it settled, " he had said and had kissed her and led her out of the rose garden and later on in the day had given her a wonderful engagement ring of the most superb diamonds. And so things had drifted OABTOniA. on; and tneT preparation CI her trousseau had been r great excitement and hef marriago d.;y another excitement, and now and r nr here she was, fast wed ded and on her honeymoon in Switzer land with the irreproachable gentle man, whoso black mustache would henceforth have to command her wifely admiratioa. year after year, till it turned gray. Somehow she had not realized the weight and seriousness of marriage till it was consummated. She ha read many love stories, many love poems, in which all the heroes and heroines raved and swore in exquisitely choice language and ended by killing themselves or somebody else with the dagger, pistol or poison bowl, but the tven proeaicness of married life had not been set before her in similarly graphio stylo. Now and then she was a little afraid of herself afraid that she was not as happy as she ought to be. She could not analyze her own feelings very well, but occasionally she caught herself sigh ing and murmuring uneasily, "I won der if I really Jove him?" The doubt made her uncomfortable, for she had a tender heart and sensitive conscience. The relations between herself and her husband had up till now been more form al than passionate, for among his oth er idiosyncrasies Mr. Allingham had a nervous horror of ridicule, and in con sequence of this had endured positive torments during their journey up the Rhine into Switzerland. He suspected every one he met of the crime of know ing he was on his honeymoon tour, and the unpleasant scowl he assumed for would be friendly strangers fre quently remained on his brows for the benefit of his young wife, who was thereby rendered constrained and de pressed. Arrived at the Pension Outsch, he adopted an equally severe and distrust ful demeanor toward tho good natured landlord, who made a dreadful mistake one morning by becoming too friendly and venturing to suggest a drive, which he humbly considered would be a charming excursion for "une jeune marice." Mr. Allingham gave him a look that ought to have transfixed him, if looks had any such power, and told him curtly that ho did not care about "excursions," and that madame would please horsolf as to n choioo of walks or drivea After this the humiliated land lord took caro to avoid giving further offonso by any undue exhibition of per sonal interest in his best paying guests, and tho days rolled slowly on in a long, sunshiny stretch of perfect calm, with out any ohange to vary or break their peaceful monotony. , Days of dolicious weather they were pure and bnlmy as Bpring, though it was full summer happy days they might have proved to Rose Allingham if they had not also been dnys of ever decponing perplexity. She was a very loving littlo croature quick to respond to kindness and she troubled herself desperately in secret as to why6het -ald not, though sho tried, be altogo.Iier loving to her husband. Something held her back from him there was some impalpable barrier between his nature and hors that kept them singularly apart, though to all appearances united. The veriest trifles helped to emphasize this curious state of things. One even ing, strolling together in the pine woods, Bhe began to think of all the dainty love poomB she used to read and be so fond of, and bringing to mind their dulcet teachings Bhe suddenly took her hus band's hand and gently slipped it round her waist, leaning her fair little head confidently back against the shelter of the arm thus encircling her. Then, looking up, with shy, sweet eyes and a ravishing blush, she said softly : "There, isn't that nice?" He regarded her with a gentlemanly amazement. "Certainly not) It is not 'nice I' It is anything but nice I I am surprised at you, Rose I I really am. Suppose any one were to meet us walking along in this ridiculous position! Why, they would take us for Cook's tourists a Cockney 'Arry and 'Arriet out for a stroll! Nothing could be more vulgar and degrading!" He withdrew his arm in haste and walked besido her stiffly erect, scenting the piny air in virtuous indignation. His young wife said not a word, but walked on also, with crimsoning cheeks and downcast eyes, her little feet mov ing somewhat wearily. Presently he glared down upon her, with an air of relenting condescension. "Surely you know that demonstra tions of affection in publio are very bad form?" he inquired. She looked up, her soft eyes flashing for once with something very like scorn. "Where is the publio?" she asked. "Wo are qnite alone alone with the forest and the sunset and with Ood! But I am sorry if my action offended you." "Dear me, I am not offended. Why should I be?" he retorted pettishly. "You moant it well, no doubt But wherever we are, alone or before wit nesses, we must avoid even the appear ance of vulgarity. And pray do not quote poetry to me. I hate it 'Alone with the forest and the sunset and with God.' What rubbish that is!" "Is it?" and Bhe gave a littlo sigh. "It is not poetry at any rate. It is only me," "Only you," he repeated. "What do you mean?" "I moan that I said it They are my own words, just as they came into my head. Very silly, of course. " He eyed her with dignified wonder. "Silly!" he echoed. "I should think so indeed. Nothing could be sillier. They remind me of the style which the newspaper critics condemn as 'forcibly feeble.'" He smiled and stroked his black mus tache. All at once she looked up at him with an expression of pathetio pleading in her young face. "Harold," she said in a low, uncer tain voice, "are yon sure I mean do you really love me?" At this he felt seriously vexed. She was going to be hysterical, or something, he was suro. Women were all alike. "My dear Rose," he replied, with laborious politeness, "I think if you will take into consideration the fact that I have married you, you will scarcely need to ask such a very foolish question. If I had not loved you, I should not have made yon my wife. That yon are my wife ought to be suffi cient for you the deepest feelings, as yon know, have the fewest words. I hope," here his vqfee become dtatincjly OASTOniA. aggnevea in woe, - nope yoa are not going to cry. Nothing is more childish, but perhaps yoa are overtired and had better go indoors. Pray, remember that we are living more or less under public inspection, and that a hotel is not the place to make a scene in. " She raised her eyes to his. They were dry and bright and cold. "Do not be afraid," she said. "I am not crying, and I shall mako no scene. " And, turning from him, she entered the hotel In silence. He did not follow her, bat remained sauntering up and down on the turf outside, smoking a cigar. The next morning Mr. Francis Fane was out in the woods with his easel and sketching block, bent on finishing a rather powerful study of a tall pine tree split through by lightning. He had been hard at work for more than an hour be fore he became aware that there was a small white bundle lying, apparently thrown, on the moss at some little dis tance off. He could not make it out very distinctly, for the shadows of the pines were so long and wide, and presently, moved by curiosity,' he got up and went to see what it was. As he approached, it resolved itself into a figure a slight little figure clad in white, with a blue ribbon round its waist and stopping abruptly in his advance, he caught the smothered sound of low sobbing. "By Jove!" he muttered. "Mrs. Al lingham!" Indescribably pained and uncomforta ble at this discovery, he was about to step noiselessly back to his easel with out uttering a word, when the girl sud denly raised her head, and, perceiving him, started up, nervously trying to control herself. "I I beg your pardon," he stam mered. "I I came out here to make a sketch" "Not of me, I hope," she said, with a little tremulous smile. Then, without the least ' pretense or affectation, she dried her eyes with a tiny lace handker chief and began to laugh, though a tri fle forcedly. "I came out here, not to sketch, but to cry," she confessed naively. "Yon know it's very nice to have a little weep all to oneself sometimes. " "Is it?" and he reddened foolishly. "I should have thought" But he could not devise any fitting end to the sentence, and she looked at him with a touch of wistfulness in her dewy eyes. "May I see your sketch?" she said, picking up a large pine cor.o from the ground and studying its pretty, polished divisions with intense interest. "I have often noticed you wandering about with your easel and paintbox. You are Mr. Francis Fane, are you not, and you are staying at tho same hotel as we are?" To all this he assented, walking be side her dreamily and always thinking what a child she looked. As they drew near the spot where he had left his easel he woke up to consciousness of prosy etiquette and endeavored to realize that his companion was not a woodland sylph as she seeemed, but a "married lady" of position. ' 'I'm afraid my poor sketch is hardly worth your looking at, Mrs. Alling ham," ho began formally. She inter rupted him by a little gesture. "Oh, you know I am Mrs. Alling ham?" she queried, smiling. "Of course I do, " he answered, some what amused and surprised at her tone. "Everybody at the Pension Outsch knows you by sight. " She mused a little, still intent on the mathematical partitions of the pine cone she held. Suddenly she looked up. "And what do they say of me?" she asked. Fane was quite taken aback by the directness of the question. Meeting her "Pro afraid my poor sketch U hardly worth your looking at." eyes, however, and noting the Inquir ing candor and sweet innocence of their expression, he answered out manfully : "They say you are very young and Very pretty.- You could hardly expect them to say or to think anything else, could you?" ; She smiled and blushed. "Oh, I don't know," she said. "You see, I thought they might think me well, funny!" He stared. "Funny?" "Yea Because it does seem funny, doesn't it, for such a little thing as I am, to be a married woman? Some peo ple must think it curious. Fancy, a married woman! Oh, I am quite old enough I am SO but I don't seem to be tall enough or big enough, " and she spread out her pretty hands expressive ly and with a charming smile. "I don't know quite where I got all my silly ideas from, but when I was at school I used to think a married woman meant somebody fat and important looking, who always wore a cap at breakfast and a bow of velvet on the exact top of her head byway of full dress at dinner. I did, really. ' ' And her eyes sparkled at the Bound of Fane's joyous laughter. "Of course I know better now, but then" Here she broke off as she saw the easel just in front of her, with the unfinished skotch upon it. She looked at it long and earnestly, and Fane watched her, feeling somewhat curious to know what sort of criticism this ba by faced creature would pass upon it She studied it from every point with close attention, and her eyes grew soft and serious. "It is very human," she said at last "The poor split tree tells its own his tory. You can see it did not know any thing. It grew up quite happily, always looking at the sky and believing that no harm oould befall it, till all at once the lightning struck it to the heart and killed it And in this picture of yours it seems to ask, Was It my fault that I fell? Of course yon mean It as an em blem of some noble, ruined life, do you tie heard her with a certain wonder and reverence her voice was so very sweet aiid grave. "I cannot say I ever thought of' it to the way you see it," be answered, "but I am very glad and proud that yoa find so much poetry in my poor effort " "Poetry? Oh, no. I am net at all poetical," she said quickly and almost shamefacedly. "I used to be rather fond of reading Keats and Byron, but I never do that now. My husband does not like if "Indeed!" murmured Fane vaguely, wishing he could make a picture cf her as she stood before him in her little white gown, with a picturesque, broad brimmed hat resting on the sunny curls of her abundant hair. "No," she went on confidingly, "he thinks it such nonsense. You see, he is a very clever man and very scientific. He reads all the heavy magazines and thinks it is very silly to waste time on studying verse when one can have so much prose." "Yes, there certainly is a good deal of prose about," said Fane. At that moment a shadow crossed the sunlight in which they stood, and Mr. Allingham suddenly made his appear ance. "Why, Harold," exclaimed his wife, springing toward him, "I thought you had gone into the town." "I have been into the town," he re plied frigidly, "but I returned a few minutes ago. Perhaps you are not aware it is nearly our lunch hour." Then, with a standoffish yet would be patron izing air, addressing himself to Fane, "Yon are an artist, sir?" "I do a little in that way," replied the young man modestly. "Mrs. Alling ham happened .to pass by while I was at work, and she has been kind enough to look at my sketch. " "Ah, yes er yes. Very good in deed," murmured Mr. Allingham, scarcely glancing at the picture as he spoke. "Rose, it is time we went in. You are staying at our hotel, are you not, Mr. er Mr.' "Fane," said that gentleman mildly. "Fane, oh, ah yes. I think I have heard of you in London. Yoa have ex hibited, have you not?" "Frequently." "Oh, yes, er I remember. Charmed charmed to meet you. Are you com ing our way now?" "No," said Fane, rather brusquely, "I must finish my work." And he raised his hat courteously as husband and wifo in their turn salut ed him and walked away together. He looked after them for some minutes, noting with an artist's eye the swaying youthful grace of the woman's dainty figure and the stiff, uncompromising squareness of the man's. "Ill matched in every way," he said to himself. "She is tco young, and he is too conceited. " That same evening he was somewhat 8u prised when Mr. Allingham came up to him with almost an air of cordiality and invited him to take coffee and a smoke afterward in that private part of the Gutech veranda which had been spe cially partitioned off for the sole use and benefit of the newly wedded pair. He went, and was shyly welcomed by Mrs. Allingham, who looked more like a small lost angel than ever, attired in a loose tea gown of silky white, adorned with old lace, and sleeves of delicate chiffon. She sat a little apart, looking out through the creepers which f estooned the veranda at the full moon sailing slowly through white clouds over the heights of Sonnenberg. "Mrs. Allingham does not object to smoke?" said Fane courteously before lighting his cigar. She turned her head, surprised. Her husband laughed. "Well, I never asked her," he said. "Rose, do you hear? Do you object to smoke?" "Object? I? Oh, no," she faltered. "Not at all." Her husband laughed again and passed the liquors to his guest, who, however, helped himself very sparingly. Alling ham drank off some cognac and began to talk, and presently brought round the conversation to the subject of his place in Norfolk Dunscombe Hall. "I have been looking," he said, with a pompous air, "for a competent person to moke sketches of the place. Now, I believe, if I am not mistaken, that you are on the staff cf one of the pictorials?" Fane admitted the fact. 'Then you would be the very man for me. I should not at all mind giving you the job if you would care to under take it" It was on the tip of Fane's tongue to say that he would see him first, for the man's tone was so bumptious and patronizing as to be distinctly offensive. But, glancing at the delicate profile of tho girl who leaned out among the clambering vines, looking at the solemn beauty of the night, he restrained him self by an effort ' 'If my engagements will allow me to accept any extra worS, I shall not object," he answered stiffly, "but I should have to communicate with my editor first." "Oh, certainly, certainly," said Mr. Allingham complacently. ' 'Only, if you do it at all, you must do it in October. If you can't arrange that I must get somebody else. Dunscombe Hall is a very fine subject for an artist's pencil. It used to be a monastery, and there are still some ruins of the old cloisters in the grounds. And there is a showy bit of sketching always at hand in the haunted mere. " "Is it haunted?" "Well, they say so," replied Alling ham, lighting his cigar. "I've never seen the ghost myself, but I am told that whenever there is to be a death in the family a lady appears in a boat on (he water and beckons the departing Bpirit All nonsense, of course. But I rather like a family ghost " ' . "And you?" asked Fane of Mrs. Al lingham, seeing that she had turned to ward them and was listening attentively- "I cannot Quite tell whether I do or Do You Want to be a Martyr? Probably not! But if you do, try and get the dyspepsia by nn wise feeding. Then you'll suffer martyrdom with a vengeance! Home people are martyrs to this complaint from childhood to the (crave, suffering from all its attendant horrors of heartburn, wind and pain in the stomaoh, weary slumber and nightmare, oapriolous appetite, nausea, bil liousnesB, leanness and sallowness. No necessity for all this. The complaint obsti nate as it Is, when the ordinary remedies are brought to bear upon It invariably yield to the great stomaoh ic. Hostetter's Stomach Bitters, which restores tranquility to the gastric region and nerves, regulates the liver and bowels, both of whioh are disturbed by weakness of the stomaoh, and promotes an petite and an Increase of flesh. That toosln of the soul" the dinner bell, when it peals upon the ear, suggests no premonition of dire qualms after a comfortable meal if you have tried a coarse of the Bitters, which also banishes biliousness, rheumatism, nervous ness, malaria and kidney trouble. not," she satd'sfowly, and he fancied be saw her tremble. "I have never been in a haunted house to my knowledge, and, of course, it will be a new experi ence." She forced a littlo smile. "I did not know Dunscombe Hall had a ghost " "Well, ycu know now," said her husband cheerfully. "But it is a ghost that never comes indoors. And the haunted mere is a milo eff from the house, so no one is likely to make its acquaintance. Yon will let mo know in good time, Mr. Fane, as to whether yoa can undertake my commission or not?" 'Certainly." The conversation then changed to other matters, and when they parted for the night Fane thought Mrs. Allingham looked very tired and sad. A great pity filled his heart for the winsome little creature, who seemed made for special tenderness and care and who, despite the fact flt her married dignity, had such an air of pathetio loneliness about her. "Poor little woman!" he murmured, as he strolled out by himself in the warm moonlight before going to bed. "She has got a perfectly irreproachable, commonplace prig for a husband. He will never do her any harm openly, never grudge her anything, never scan dalize her in the least, and yet" He did not pursue the train of his re flectionshe glanced at the moon, the tall straight pine tree, the dewy turf then, with a sigh over what he, as a modern pessimist, was disposed to con sider the "fairness and futility" of cre ation generally, forgot everything in a sound and dreamless sleep. TO BK COBTCCCXD. I Mr. Morton Kennedy, of Schooleys, O., says: I suffered with rheumatism for years, and spent every dollar I oould spare for medicine, but never found anything which did me half so much good as Lightning Blood Elixir. The wonderful relief I obtained from it would make it cheap at $10 a bottle. For sale by C. F. Clay. Massey & Sons of Lipscomb, Maury Co., Tenn., writes as follows: "LUjbt ulng Hot Drops is the greatest medi cine for the luuinpg I ever saw; gives instant relief." For sale by C. F. Clay. Mr. Edward W. Smith, Proprietor of the Lake View Marble Works, Yonngstown, O,; says: I used Light ning Hot Drops for a badly sprained ankle, and its action as a liniment was both soothing and effectual. It is indeed a good remedy." For sale by (J. 1. Clay, JNapoleon (J. v Death. Fear death, but be not afraid of death. To fear it whets thy expectation. If thou canst endure it, it is but a slight pain ; if not, it is but a short pain. To fear death is the way to live long; to be afraid of death is to be long a-dying. Exchange. That Tired Feelins About which newspaper jokers write so much is with most of us, at times, an actual condition and not to be laughed at fact. It is the result of long neglect and misuse of the stomach and bowels. Dr. Caldwell's Syrup Pepsin comes in and removes this feeling and life again seems worth living. Try a lOo bottle (10 doses 10 cents) of Saur & Balsley. He Meant Wall. The story of the Irishman who wrote his friend, saying, "Telegraph me if you don't get this letter," was equaled in a local business house. One of the office men came down and found that he had left his keys behind. He sent to his wife for them, and the messenger returned with the information that the keys were not there. At this juncture George , a fellow clerk, said,"Why, I found your keys. " "Where are they?" said the first clerk. "I have them in my pocket," said George. "I pushed a note through the slit of your desk telling yoa that I had them." "Well, you idiot," said the first, "how was I to get the note when the desk was locked?" New Orleans Times-Democrat The Hungarian Crown. The Hungarian crown, the royal headdress worn at their accession by all the Austrian emperors, is the identical one made for Stephen and used by him at the time of his coronation, more than 800 years ago. It is of pure gold and weighs 0 marks and 6 ounces (about 14 pounds avoirdupois). It is adorned with 53 sapphires, SO rabies, 1 emerald and 838 pearls, but no diamonds, it be ing a notion of the royal Stephen that diamonds were unlucky.. Six weeks ago I suffered with a very severe cold; was almost unable to speak. My friends all avised me to consult a physician. Noticing Cham berlain's Cough Remedy advertised in the St. Paul Volks Zeitnng I pro cured a bottle, and after taking it a shdtt while was entirely well. I now most heartily recommend this remedy to anyone suffering with a cold. Win. Keil, 678 Selby Ave St. Paul, Minn. For sale by D. J. Humphrey. lin WHY MAN IS WEARY. This Is a Typical Tale of Domestie Woe and Sorrow. A good many hundreds and even thousands of long suffering husbands can bear sorrowful testimony to the fact that this is the sort of catechism the wives of their bosoms subject them to every time they put on their hats to go out in the evening: "Where are yon going?" "Oh, I'm going out for a few min utes." "Where?" "Oh, nowhere in particular. " "What for?" "Oh, nothing." "Why do you go, then?" "Well, I want to go; that's why?" "Do you have to go?" "I don't know that I da " "Why do you go, then?" "Because," :J "Because what?" 'ZT., '. "Well, simply because," . "Going to be gone long?" ' ' J.. "No." "How long?" " : "I don't know." "Anybody going with yon?" "No." "Well, it's strange that yon can't be content to stay at home a few minutes. Don't be gone long, will yon?" "No." "See that you don't" This is one reason why so many mar riages are a dead, flatfizzle and failure. Buffalo Times. PHYSICIANS. 1-' I1I1UM HARRISON & SON, Physicians and Surgeons O A. E. U. MAERKER, PhyMioianand Hiu geon. . APOLIO,OHIO. OFFICIlaLetau'iDTifStore. Second door South of 4nr A OoiBk Da. GEO. R. TEEPLE, oaoaABvea&ntTATS orrMi' Ontar I c Veterinary College ,Toro a t Canada, TBBATSalldiMueiof horra aaa eatU.O leala Saur Balilej'f drac store ATTORNEYS. THOS. A. CONWAY, Attorney at Law, HAPOLXOS.OHIO, MONEY TO LOAN. Collection, promptlTtUuidedto. OlBot.roomi 5indVockeblook. MARTIN KNUPP, Attorney at Law, flAPOLEOH.OHIO. QrriCI No. i,7oeke'f3look,3Moa fioa B.W.OlHlLL. jAMISDoaOVAB CAHILL & DONOVAN, Attorneys atLaw SAPOLKON.OHIO , OFFICE on imniDd floor on door Jul er OooTer'ahwdmreieore.WuhiUEton ttreet. C P. FREASE, Attorn ey at Law, 0 fflce Id Freftie block, opposite eonrt hoaa Ae.puieon,uoio. HARRY C. HAGUE, ATTORNEY AT LAW. Abstracts of Titles a Specialty. OFFICE on Washington Street, one dooreeet or the Engine Huue. P. D. PRINTIS. Attorney at Law, NAPOLEON. OHIO. Office over Spengler 4 Go's grocery store. H. R. DITTMER, ATTORNEY AT LAW, NAPOLEON. O. Ofiice over Meyer's Clothing Store, Perrr Street JOD R. L1NTH1CUM, ATT BNEY AT LAW. NAPOLEON, OHIO, t OFFICE-Room i. Humphrey Block. Sec ond floor JUSTICES. J. P. DUNBAR, JUSTICE OF THE PEACE And Pension Agent, ftfftrlan tnwnahln. Rnnrv Annnrv. Oh In . Pnil ofilcaddnsHuDler. ' JOSEPH WEIBLE, Notary Publio andlnsnr. anoe Agent. ?LORIDA,aKNRYCOUNTT,OHIO. DEEl)B,3tortgageQdContrctrdrWL Aft (ortneoldind rellsble Pnoentz lei Oo.,e Hutfordnd.Uo agon tf or the f eople'uMntnl Benefit AHocUtlon, of Weitervllle , Ohio.' tnalneMpromptlttended to J. F. KINSTLE, y JUSTICE OF THE PEACE' NEW BAVARIA .OHIO. Collections a Specialty MISCELLANEOUS. L. R. HUSTON, TONSORIAL ARTIST ! Ohop opposite Bcleer'i booland hotetora 'Porrytreet.Xapoleon, Ohio. tJpecleUH.n t loooantrytrade. J. S. AUGUSTINE, ( SaaoeuortoKeedd if ord. ) Fash ionableTonsorla lParlors SAPOLEON.OHIO. Cntomeritreted with eonrteiy and diepete GEO. W. VALENTINE, Fashionable Barber and Hal Dresser. DOOM South eide of Wuhington St.. aex NAPOLEON . OHIO. PHILIP WEBB. Fashionable Barberand Hair Dresser. TtTBSTSIDEPerryBtreet.adoorwonthofPlik'e TV ffrooerv. Narioleon . Pnti-n.i.r..n,.i... good work guaranteed . FRANK BECK. CITY MEATMARKET. (Sacceeaoito John Diemer Kflftnar.on.t.ntlvnn hn-l .h.!.k..i mutton, bam and salt pork,oornedbeer,sau'age eto. Farmer! havin fatoattle.hoiri.etieep.hide (tiling elsewhere. KARLH.K0LBE. Veterinary :-: Surgeon, IS t graduate ot Ontario Veterinary College Treataalldleeaaet of thehoree. Office at Blank & Hnrlbnrt's stable. J. W. HANNA. WM. A. HANNA. HANNA & HANNA Real Estate and Insurance Agents. Loans Made Promptly. Abstracts of title, deeds, mortiraKes and and contracts made and acknowledg ed any imcm;j iu uib wuuiy. umce over John H. Frease'sjewelrF store. Napoleon. Ohio. WM. REID, Local Manager. PITTSBURGH PLATE GLASS CO, Dtpot, 124 to W Lanud 8k W DETROIT, MICE. Do you know that Fun Qua will add to por cent " to the appearaore ot your property, and only a CrinV to lta coxtl Mo other one feature m to important. n aen la want ot GLaas get our prlcea. Caveats, and Trade-Marka obtained, and all Pat. J ent busmen eonauctea ior moderate fee. Ou omei is OrpotiTt u. . patent Ornet and we can secure patent in lees time tku those remote irom wasoington. a Send model, drawing or photo,, with deserip- Hon. We advise, il patentable or not, tree 01 entire. Our fee not due till patent ie secured. A Pampmiet, "HowtoObtain Fatents." with cost of same la the U. S, and foreign countries sent free. Address, c.A.sr.ow&co. 0f. patent OrvKt, Washington, D. C. ) not?"