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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.
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