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BY B.L; FAR JEON. 111 INTERNATIONAL PRESS ASSOCIATION. CHAPTER IV. T WANTS but six weeks t.o Chrlst m a s . and the weather is cold and cheerless. I expect to have a long stav at home this W time-to spend Curistmas mere, in fact. . Tomorrow I am to take tea with Mabel and her Mabel's mother Is a widow, as Strange to say, I have never nother. nine is seen her, and have never entered her house. The day has come and gone, and I im sitting by a winter's fire, talking ly fits and starts to my old mother ibout one thing and another. It all somes back to me as clear as the noon lay sun. The years that have passed since then and now melt away, as hough they have never been. Not an hour ago I left Mabel's house, ind I am gazing now at her bhv? eyes ind fair face, which appears before :ne in the fire's glow. I have been alking a great deal during the night :o Mabel and her mother, relating what itories of the sea within my own ex perience I deemed would be most in cresting to them. Mabel's mother ind I have shaken bauds for the first :ime. She Is fair, like her daughter, ind her eyes are blue; but not that beautiful blue which makes Mabel's so :harming. Her beha vior to me has set ne thinking. When I entered her house, her cold hand greeted me in a fairly cordial manner; but I noticed even then that ilthough her lips smiled, her eyes did not. When Mabel smiles, her eyes light up; there is no soul in a smile .vhenthe eye plays no part in it. Up in my leaving Mabel's house her mother's hand lay dead in my palm-, ind it did not return the pressure of mine. Her husband had been a small ouilder, and when he died, had left barely enough for th1? support of her self and Mabel. So much I learned be fore I went to her house. Now, what has set my thoughts wandering as I look into the fire? Her 3old hand which lay dead In my palm? No, not that alone. What else, then, in connection with that? A simple :hing a passing expression on her face, that was there but a moment, and then was gone. In this way: We have had tea, and '.he tea-things are cleared. I am talk ing and talking, and Mabel and her mother are listening. I, full of my theme, am maundering away on some startling experience startling to them, t mean and Mabel's ey3 are fixed on my face, and my eyes are fixed on hers, when an unusual stillness arouses me from my dream. For I am dreaming. The magnetic influence of a presence that I love has :ast a spell over me, and has made ne unconscious .of everything else ibout me. For the matter of that, Ma bel and I might be alone in the world. An unusual stillness, I say, and it Is what I mean; for, although before I receive this new impression the sound of my voice is the only sound to be heard in the room, and although no person but myself has spoken for many minutes, the new silence is dif ferent from the old. There are thoughts that move like living things within you, and here are some work ing their spell upon me. And under their influence my eyes wander from Mabel's face to meet her mother's. Well, I see a frown there, that is all; but a frown that tells a story I cannot read as yet. I am striving to spell out that story now. It was not a shadow from the fire inning on ner lace, auu uisiuiuus i : . 1 r 1 (i l I n rr nn If tn ita H I a. advantage; it was a frown like a black cloud. And when I bid her good night her hand lies cold and dead in mine. And Mabel's good night? It is as kind and warm a3 ever It was; and she does not see that my mind la troubled, being, mayhap, unconscious of the cause. I come home, where I am surrounded by the shell3 that a dead man gath ered when life was strong within him. I gaze Into the fire, and I see Mabel's face; I gaze upon the shells, and I see the tokens of a dead man's love. Ay, in these dull, inanimate shapes I see the star that Illuminates the world, and beautifies it the Star of Love. I turn toward my mother, with a shell at my ear. In reality she is a 3tnall. shriveled woman. In whom one would imagine but little sentiment could abide. I have noticed lately that as she grows older her form shrinks, and becomes more spare. But aa I gaze at her now she becomes transformed. The lines and wrinkles disappear, the flesh becomes firmer; the eye regains Its luster, the cheek its color; the shrunk en form fills out, and in my fancy I see her as I saw her In my childhood, be fore my father went to his death a comely, pretty woman. Now, what causes me to throw my voice in the direction of the door, and to call out suddenly and unexpectedly: "Yo; heave, ho!" My mother starts up with a scream, and runs to the door with a frighten ed look. There she stands, trembling and white, with eyes that see nothing that is really there, and with out stretched hands that seem to have tongues in them, so eloquent are they. "Why, mother," I say, "what are you looking for? A ghost!" She gives me a scared look, and lets me lead her back to her chair, into which she sinks, still all of a tremble. "It was I who gave you that 'Yo, heave, ho!' mother." "Really you, Amos?" "Really me, mother." "Your voice was so like your father's, my son," says she, almost in a whisper; "and at that moment I was looking into the fire, and thinking of him " Presently she add3, "I didn't know but that he might be calling me to come to him." I pass my arm around her neck, and she takes my hand and holds It in hers, so that she has a necklet of her own loving flesh and blood about her. "Then my voice is like my father's?" "Yes, my son." "How well I remember his 'Yo, heave, ho!' It used to make me jump for joy." '"It was the first thing you ever heard from him, Amos. He was in the Indies when you were born. He came home In the early morning when we were abed, not expecting him. Ah, deary me! deary me! When I heard his voice I gave a scream, a3 I did just now " Then comes a long silence, during which we both look into the fire again I seeing Mabel, and my mother the dead, with his "Yo, heave, ho!" "Father was a fine man, mother?" "Yes, my son; you are like him." It is the first time my attention has ever been called to my personal ap pearance. Well, yes, I wasn't a crip ple, nor wry-faced. I had a fine brown beard in those days, and I was tall and straight-limbed. "So I am like my father. I am glad of that. It was a love-match, mother?" She knows that I refer to her court ing days, and she draw3 a deep breath. "Yes, my son. We loved each other true." "No happiness without love, mother." "None, my son." Her voice is broken by the tears which are running down her old face. There is no happiness without love, and she had tasted it, this little pale old mother of mine, and she lived now on the memory, sucking honey out of the past. And in the midst of these thoughts comes the remembrance of a frown on a woman's face, and the cold touch of a dead hand. Vainly do I try to shake it off. "How old were you, mother, when you first saw father?" "I was a little girl in pinafores, my son." "Seven or eight years, maybe?" "About that, my son." "Like Mabel?" I say. I intend only to think this, my ques tions being put so as to lead up to the point; but the words came out without my having anything to do with it, as it seems. From this mo ment I am conscious that my mother is watching me in a secret way. Well, what have I to conceal? "Who was at Mabel's house to night?" she presently asks. "No one but Mabel and her mother," I answer. "Wasn't any one else expected?" "Not that I know or." It occurs to me that my mother has a purpose In turning my thoughts in this new direction, and I question her concerning it. She answers me in a roundabout way. "He is often at Mabel's house, and I thought he would be sure to be there tonight." "He! Who?" "Have you not heard," she says, with a quaver in her voice, "that a gentle man is keeping company with Mabel?" "No, I have not heard. Is It true?" "It is the common talk. The neigh bors say they will soon be married." So here is an end to my wandering thoughts, an answer to my uneasy musings, cutting Into me like a sur geon's knife. This is the meaning of that woman's coldness to me when I left the house. I can read the story now, as she read the story of my love for Mabel when she frowned upon me. She has no mind that I shall step In the way of the richer man. "A gentleman, you say, mother?" "One with plenty of money, any ways." "Who is this gentleman, may I ask?" "You must know him, Amos. Mr. Druce." "What! the money lender?" "Yes, Amos." CHAPTER V. HE ugly, thin. In quisitive face that I have seen but once, many years ago, appears again before me; the bony fingers again make themselves felt within my palm. It seems but yesterday that they lay there. I spit up on my palm to rrb off the fancied con tact. He offered to lend me money, this man, and doubtless has made more iff hv "turnlnar it over." as he said. There- I lore my iuumer uuno mm a ecuncmuiv .I II.. 1. I m t nti 1 1 rt m r M , "Mr. Druce," I ask, "keeps M3 loan office still?" "Yes, and Is quite a rich man. All the neighbors borrow of him. They pay him back a little at a time every week." "You owe him nothlns, I hope?" "No, my son; I manage without, though 'tis a hard pinch." "I moke It as easy for you aa I can. mother," I say, sternly. "It would be harder the other way. All that I have is yours. You'll promise me never tc lay yourself under an obligation to that man?" "I promise you, m7 son," she replies, in a tone made piteous by my stern ness. . "Do vou think." I say, following out the direction of my thoughts, "that Mabel's mother owes him money.' "It is likely, my son." "And has Mabel herself spoken to you about it?" "No, my son." "Has she not spoken to you about Mr. Druce?" "She has never mentioned his name to me, Amos." This comforts me somewhat. If a girl is about to be married, and her heart is in the match, she would surely spenk of It to such a friend as my mother was to Mabel. How do I work out the sum, then? In this way: Ma bel's mother favors the match; Mabel herself wishes to avoid it. I follow out the current of my musings. "Do you like Mabel's mother?" "I've seen her but a few times al together, Amos. I doubt there's no love lost between us. She is a cold woman." "Mabel Is the same to you as ever mother?" "My son," says my mother, with a touch of rough wisdom which no pol ishing can Improve, "an old woman and a child go together; they fit in with one another naturally. But when the child grows into a woman herself, it is different; other notions come into her head notions of courting and mar riage. Then there's room for naught else." "Mabel Is the soul of truth." I say. "Mabel's heart is as good as gold." "Ay," repeats my mother in a pe culiar tone, "as good as gold. "Do you not believe,"I ask slowly, "that Mabel would marry a poor man for love?" "Not when gold is flung before he: eyes. Like mother, like daughter." My mother and I have never ex chanced a harsh word and, I resolvi that one shall not be uttered now. Agt has Its nrivileges as well as its In flrmities, and with increasing years the Judgment becomes warped. So 1 say no more; but I resolve that I will test Mabel soon. The opportunity arrives a day or two afterward in the early morning, and I speak to Mabel direct. Does any one ever remember the exact words that nasa when he is following out a pur pose such as was in my mind? I do not and cannot set down what was said. I know that I was deeply agi tated, and that my first reference was to Mr. Druce. "He is nothing to me," Mabel says (TO BS CONTINUED.) NAPOLEON LEARNS BUSINESS Indifferent About. Letting Ills Suburill nte See Ills Ignorance A few days after the thirteenth ven demaire I happened to be at the office of the general staff in the Rue Neuve des Capucin-es, when Gen. Bonaparte, who was lodging in the house, came in says the "Memoirs of Baron Thiebaiilt.' I can still see his little hat, surmount ed by a chance plume badly fastened on, his tri-color sash more than care lessly tied, his coat cut anyhow and a sword which, in truth, did not seem the sort of weapon to make his fortune Flinging his hat on a large table in the middle of the room, he went up to an old general named Krieg, a man with a wonderful knowledge of detail and the author of a very good soldiers' man ual. He made him take a seat beside him at the table and began question ing him, pen in hand, about a host ol facts connected with the service and discipline. Some of his questions show ed such a complete ignorance of the most ordinary things that several of my comrades smiled. I was myself struck by the number of his questions their order and their rapidity. But what struck me still more was the spectacle of a commander-in-chief per fectly indifferent about showing his subordinates how completely ignorant he was of various points of the busi ness which the junior of them was supposed to know perfectly, and this raised him a hundred cubits In my eyes. Dm-hm-iI Poultry. "They say," said a citizen, "that the expert poultryman knows at 6ight just where a dressed chicken Is from. Of course he knows a Philadelphia chick en when he sees it, but they tell me that of western poultry, for Instance, he can tell at a glance whether a chick en comes from Ohio or Illinois, and so on. It's a fine thing, no doubt, to be able to do this, and still I should be satisfied to be without this refinement of knowledge concerning the chicken territorially if I could tell, before buy ing, whether It was tough or not." Exchange. A Pertinent Knqulrj. "If you don't get out of here," said the bartender, who was somewhat giv en to circuitous statements, "it will become my painful duty to soak you In the neck." "Might I Inquire," responded the gentleman who had stood against the stove for two hours, "might I inquire if this Is to be an external or internal treatment?" Indianapolis Journal. LIFE INSURANCETRAGEDY From Kansas City Kan., Gazette. The recent somewhat extraordinary action of the state Insurance commis sioner of Kansas In attempting to ex pell from itthe State three of the oldest and best known life Insurance com panies of the United States, for the reason that they are contesting the payment of claims In the Hillmon case, renders of particular interest at this time a brief review of that and some oUher celebrated cases of Insurance fraud3 occuring in this part, of the country: Life lnsuraace companies rarely contest any claim; they do not contest one-tenth of one per cent of 'the claims presented aga-lne't them. They give th claimant the benefit of the doubt when .there Is a doubt. The prompt payment of data to the universal rule, is the course of honor, and lit ellso .Increases -the .popularity, the business, the etrengtih of a company. AM of 'tlhe well known American life companies 'have clear records, noble names, because their -history has been honorable and beneficent. In tue Hill mon case the .three companies that issued the policies are mutual com panies; they .are the trustees of their pclicy-hcldere; the money that they hold Is the money of the policy-holders, nf widows and orphans, and Is a aacml fund. Wihen a thief attempts to rob this fund, It l.s the duty of its guard ians to prefect it and to use every effort to arrest and punish the criminal. They cannot condone crime. All of our readers remember the Fraker case. Dr. Fraker cf Excelsior Springs, Missouri, took out a largo amount of life insurance, and then, in the presence cf his fellow conspirators as witness, wont through the process of being drowned in the Missouri river. It was a very coarse job, but H com pletely deceived so aible and honorable a juriet as Jthn F. Philips, the United States Judge in Kansas City, Missouri, Who tried the te.se. His rulings and instructions were so plainly on the Fraker side that the jury Immediately brought in a verdict against the cor porations. The insurance companies paid the Insurance to Fraker's exe cutor. Soon after Fraker was found la Krvrtlh rn Wisconsin. In the year 1878 Levi Baldwin was a farmer and cattle dealer, living near Lawrence, and had the reputation of being very 8uece&5.fu'l In the business. In point of fact he was bankrupt. He found It necessary to raise some money and was willing to resort to desperate measures. He was the author of the famous Hillmon case. John W. tim mon and John II. Brown were team sters and cattle -herders and often worked for Baldwin. These men en tered into a conspiracy to raise money by defrauding life Insurance com panies. They inquired of five insurance agents and other persons as to the names and standing of life insurance companies; 'how long it took to get the money after the death of an in sured man; how long it took a body to decompose after 'burial. In the midst of this sbra.nge line of inquiry John W. Hillmon married Miss Sallie Quinn, a servant girl in Lawrence, and a cousin of the Baldwins. Then Hillmon and Baldwin hunted up the 'life insurance agents In Lawrence nntd applied for $40,000 of life insur ance on Hillmon, who was represented as a wealthy cattle man. The agents refused to insure Hil'lmon for $40,000, but the conspirators kept working on them, and Hillmon finally secured $20,000, Uhe policies payable, in case of his death, to his widow, the cousin of the Baldwins. Levi Baldwin borrowed the money -and paid the first premium on 'Hillmon's policies. This part of the conspiracy -had been com pleted. WThat was -wanted now' was a dead Hillmon. In December, 1878, and immediately aifter getting the insurance, Hillmon and Brown left Lawrence for Wichita, and, as they said, "-to locate a cattle ranch in the southwest." Tuey stayed some time la Wichita, and made a journey in a wagon, trying to find a victim. Brawn cays in his confession: "We expected .to find a subject that would appear to -be H.Ulmon frozen to deat-h, and that could only be identified by the clothes an-d papers found on it, and so I could p&m it off as Hillmon." Having thus far fajled to find or kill a man, Hillmon thought that a little more life insurance might as well be had. Leavknig B-rown in Wichita, he went back to Lawrence and applied for $10,000 more insurance. Late in the month Of February, 1879, 'he suc ceeded In getting half of that amount. Now Hillmon had in all $25,000 of life Insurance; his nerve was strengthened; he was ready for buainer-s. Hillmon returned to Wichita by rail, February 28. Frederick A. Walters, of Fort Madison, Iowa, took the same train at Emporia, and Hillmon made -his acquaintance on the journey to Wichita, 'Walters .was -a cigar maker, looking for a 'location. Within a day or two Walters wrote to 'Miss Alvira Kasten at Fort Madison, to w-h-om he was en gaged to t4 married, a letter in w-hich he said: "I will stay here untfl the fore part of next week ana them wul leave here to see a part of the country that I never expected to eee when I left home, as I am going with a man named Hill mon. who initenlda to start a sheer) ranch, e-nd he has promised me more wag.es than I could make at anytlhtag else, I concluded to take it at least until I can strike somewiimg hotter." He wrote other tetters to his family, nraklmg -the eame etaitemen-t. But no more letters did he write. Never more did his mother or sweetheart see bin alive. Hillmon and Brown and Walter started out on a wagon, towards Bar ber county. The next mews from thi party was the report that Brown had accidentally shot and killed Hillmon while they were In camp, on the 17ih of March; that he 'had taken Hillmon's Doay to MeQiclne Lodge where a cor oner's inquest was held and the bojy buried for decomposition. Tlhe Ba'.dwin3 went down there to got iJhe 'body; they did not get it, but fenced in the ground whore it was 'burled. Col. Samuel Walker and two lnsuiian.ee agents soon after arrive.! from Lawrence, and insisted upon dig ging up tlhe body amd taking it to Lawrence. Theso three men knew and said It was not the body of Hillmon. W-hen the body was exhumed, Alva Baldwin, then a 'boy sixteen years old, and a 'bro'Jher of Levi Baldwin, who etocd by the side of the grave, ex claimed when the face was uncovered, "'Heil, that ain't John Hillmon." A coroner's inquest was held at Lawrence the verdict of the jury was that the body was not Hillmon's. A warrant was issued for the arrest of John H. Brown for the murder cf an unknown man. Brown ran away to Missouri and eluded capture. While a fugitive from justice, Brown sent for a lawyer and made a confc?3ion. He declared that the 'body brought to Lawrence was net the body cf Hillmon, but of another man w'hem Hillmon had mur dered for the purpose of palming it off on -the insurance companies as Wis own. Brown's full confession had been introduced on all the trial 3 ex cept the last. His deposition, taken by 'Jhe Hillmon attorneys, was not used in the last two trials. It is said the 'lawyers held the policies and are the parties in interest, but the "wid ow" even cf a murderer is often in fluential wiL'h a jury, and Mrs. Hill mon appears a the plaintiff. John H. Brown and Alva Baldwin have never -been brought Into court as wit nesses by 'Uhe Hillmon lawyers, for the possible reason as suggested that they fear cross examination. On the 15Uh of September, 1879, Mrs. Hillmon signed full release of all her Interest in the policies. She went to her lawyers' office and demanded the policies. He said he had a Hen on the policies for $10,000 and refused to give them up. From that day to this, the parties demanding the payment of the policies, it is said have been the lawyers and not Mrs. HMlmon; she is their creature, their slave. It is said they threatened one Super intendent cf Insurance with prosecu tion if he published a history of the case; and endeavored to have Super intendent Snider exclude the companies from the state, and who prevailed on Superintendent McNall to do so. The body at Lawrence remained unidentified untM the father of F. A. Walters, through the Masonic Lodges at Fort Madison and at Wichita, ob tained intelligence of the tragedy and a copy of the photograph of the alleged dead "Hillmon." It was the lost son, Walters. When this ghastly photo graph was shown to the aged mother she exc'al-med, "O God, it is my son," and fainted. More than twenty . witnesses from Fort -Maldl'son Identified the photo grapli. The Odd Fellow3 Lodge, of which Walters was a member, con vinced of his murder, paid his life Insurance. A monument has been erected -to the memory cf this victim of assassins. All of the relatives of H-iillmon, in cluding his brothers ai'd sisters, swear that the body is 'not that of Hillmon. At the la&t trial all of uae jurymen except one were on the side of the insurance companies, although thoy are corporations and the supposed plaintiff is a widow. Sympalthy for a widow and ha.tred of corporations have kept -a case -in court seventeen years that, had -both parties been citizens, would have been decided ou the first trial. And yet a state officer has ordered these life insurance cc'mpa.ni'es out of lue state, companies in whloh thou sands of our citizens hold policies, and companies that do 'business and are held la high esteem all over the globe. Cairo, 111., has experienced two shocks from earthquake this week. It is a good time now to declare war against weeds. As a gendarme on his way to jail with a prisoner in Mexico City was about to be run down by a train at a railroad crossing, the prisoner dragged him from the track, saving his life. The agricultural department has re ceived repoits of large shipments of sheep from the stock ranges of the West into the corn belt. It is asserted that there is a large percentage of sheep scab existing on the ranges, and that this will be spread by the trans migration of the sheep Sentiment is a very pretty thing in a 17-year old girl. People say lots of things we don't pay any serious attention to. LEVER COURT JOKES. MERRY MEN ABOUT THE THRONE OF KING CEORCE. nelclesger Confronted by HU Double Trick Practiced In South America mt Carnival Time Sir Franc-ls IMihwood't Prank. 8 PRACTICAL Joke may be defined aa one In which merri ment Is produced or sought, not by words but by action, practiced upon a fellow-creature commonly an offensive or an noying action, says the London Stand ard. Even If harmless it holds up the sufferer to ridicule, and intelligent hu man beings do not need to be told that such conduct is reprehensible. But if the joke be well contrived, sufficiently humorous in idea and neatly executed, we do not care so much as we should if it fall under the "practical" class. Who would not have liked to be pres ent at the royal masquerade when Hei degger, master of the revels to George II., was confronted by his double? The duke of Montague had obtained a cast of the great man's face. From this he caused a wax mask to be fashioned and colored. Heidegger's tailor sup plied a facsimile of the new and gor geous dress he was to wear, and the duke engaged an actor to play the part. He told the band at the last moment to strike up "Charley Over the Water" at his majesty's appearance instead of "God Save the King." They hesitated. But it was indubitably Heidegger fea tureless, voice, clothes and also impre cations when the conductor demurred. So the king heard that treasonable air, perhaps for the first time, on entering. We can faintly imagine the tumult. Heidegger rushed to the band, struck the conductor, set him playing "God Save the King" and rushed back to apologize. Next moment he returned to the orchestra, equally furious that is, his double returned ordering the band to resume "Charley Over the Wa ter," and the bewildered musicians obeyed. There was never such a scene in the presence of royalty. The officers of the guards in attendance made a dash at the band with swords, but those in the secret blocked the way. Heidegger, dancing round the king, made inarticu late protestations and excuses, while his majesty stormed and threatened, making for the door. The situation became perilous. So the counterfeit stepped forward cry ing, with passionate indignation: "Sire, the devil has taken my likeness to un do me. Look at him!" Heidegger saw his double, gasped, gibbered and fell senseless. One may think that longer and more complicated "business" might have been developed from such an in genious hoax, but for a dramatic situa tion of its class this could not be beat en. In some parts of South America good folk store all the glass and crockery broken in the twelvemonth and at car-: nival time put into a sack attached to the lofty balcony by a stout cord not quite long enough to reach the ground. When a desirable victim passes be neath, the sack is quietly let go to be arrested with a hideous crash upon his very heels. It Is credibly reported that foreigners unprepared for this jest have tumbled headlong at the shock and others have taken to their beds with an attack of fever. These are rare triumphs. At the Sistine chapel on Good Fri day each worshiper received a small whip on entering. Three candles only burned on the altar. When the first was extinguished every one threw off his coat; the next, his waistcoat; the third was a signal to flog himself in pitch darkness. Sir Francis Dashwood, afterward chancellor of the exchequer, founder of the Dilettanti club and a personage whose name dwells in his tory, was visiting Rome. He provid ed himself with a stout riding whip and got admittance to the Sistine. When the flogging began, instead of titillating his own shoulders delicately he slashed his neighbors right and left with British whip-cord conscien tiously laid on. The scene is not yet forgotten In Rome. Dashwood had made his arrangements to escape. Horses and servants stood ready in a by-street. He mounted and rode for his life, but some of his followers were, captured, tried for sacrilege and sent to the galleys, if we remember right It may be hoped that when the reck less youth became a power in Europe he did not forget those poor fellows. The Seven Bibles. The most extensively read books la the world are the seven bibles. They are the Scriptures of the Christians, the Zend Avesta of the Persians, the four Vedas of the Hindoos, the Triplt aka of the Buddhists, the five Kings of the Chinese, the two " Eddas of the Scandinavians and the Koran of the Mohammedans. Of these the Scrip ture are the oldest and the Korac the most recent. Notice. "From this moment we part for ever," he hissed. She turned upon him haughtily, regal jven in th hour of her humiliation. "No. Fitzmaurlce Maurice-Maurice." she answered. "I am accustomed to exact a week's notice from all of my husbands." Detroit Tribune. ThU It a Shame. There Is a woman in Buxton, Maine, who is metaphorically kicking herself. Since Grover Cleveland went out of office she has discovered that her lata husband was own cousin to Mr. Cleve land's mother. - '