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CROSS OF THE LITIES. ■FOU shall not go— 1 would rather see you dead at my feet." "1 shall go. fath er —some day." And so she went out of his life. He was an old Puritan—grtm. a** cetic. dead to all ; pleasure and atuuse .— ■ » h .. thin era for vJ'V' ma 'l*X I ment. There were hut three thing* for him his Bible, his sworu and hi* daughter. He had laid aside his sword, for he wae growing old; but the Bible was always by him, and he loved to interpret it in his own harsh fashion. And then his daughter—but she had gone. She was young and beauttfuJ. pant ing for all that makes life sweet and grateful—for love, triumph, for the applause of thousands. She had resolv ed to be au actress and to nave them all the was stifled in that ugly, square house In Scotland. The dull unending moors overwhelmed her. The cold grey stones of her home crushed out all her life. She longed ior the glare and glit ter of some great city. So one day she disappeared, and James (Jordon was left alone with hia Bible. He uttered no reproach, but nls grim mouth seemed to close more hrmly. while the lines grew deeper on his rug ged face. The neighbor* were disap pointed at his apathy. They mention ed bis daughter s name to him. in the hope of arousing some emotion or tor rent of abuse. But he merely half rose from his chair and looked at them. They were silent, and left him. So a year passed away, and he began to grow weary of sky and moor. He sat all day in his oaken chair, with his hand on the Bible. Meanwhile Ruth Gordon's name was on everyone's lips in London. Her beauty bad brought her all she had ever dreamed, more than she could ever have hoped. It was the last night or the burlesque wherein she made her self famous. The house was crowded, and she excelled herself In every song and dance. At the cloee of the piece the stage was covered with bouquets from admirers - from men she knew and men who wished to be known to her. She stood amid a bank of flowers, and bowed to the thunder* of applause. She was a queen, for that night at least. Then, when the curtain had gone down for the last time, she picked up one or two of the offerings and went POINTED HER FINGER IN SILENCE. off to the dressing room. One she hell in her hand had attracted her by its uncommon shape and condition, it was a half-faded cross of white lilies. She threw it contemptuously on her table, and pressed the other—the gift of a young Earl—to her lips. “Who dared send me that shabby thing?” she said to her dresser, and then picked it up. from sheer curios ity. to see the name of the man who had ventured to offer It. She dropped it. and uttered a cry of surprise and pleasure, then picked it up again and kiesed it passionately. The label read: “To my daughter. Come home. 1 am angry no more.” Truly it was the hap piest day of her life—a triumph and re conciliation. She left for Scotland that nifcht. How slowly the train crawled on through the darkness! She could not sleep, and she watched the lighted towns go by one by one until the dawn. Then the train dashed through the misty wilda of Cumberland, past streams and heath er and moors, and at last she was in her own land, dying through the Scots Lowlands, thundering across the great Forth bridge, and Its rival that spans the broad waters of the Tay. She drew near her home and the scenery became more familiar, every spot she passed was bright with memuriw of childhood. The train slowed down and stopped. She got out. left her luggage at the sta tion. and walked towards her home. In ten minutes she had reached the house. It looked more cold and grey than ever after the brilliance of Lon don. She hAtnuured at the door, waited for a minute or two. and then struck it again. Presently faint shuttling loot- I steps Bounded In the hall, the door ! opened slowly, and Jeannie, the old ser vant, confronted her. She threw her self on the old woman's neck and kissed | her withered cheeks. ‘My father.” she cried. ”!s he well? O, I am so happy. Jeannie. " And shs tried to pass her. but the old woman ( stood in the way, the tears roiling down her face. The girl shivered In her rich sables and stepped back "Joannk. Jennie, what is it? l>?t me by.” she cried, and pushing her ! aside, she rushed into the dark dining room, where her father was wont to siL The oaken chair was empty, out the Bible lay on the table—open at the book of Kuth. One passage was mark ed with a blue pencil It was the verse beginning: Fn treat me not to leave thee." The blue pencil had dropped to the floor. Jeannie had followed her into the room with tottering stepe. "Where is my father. Jeannie? Does he not expect me!" "Come awa ; he is not here.” "Not here?” "He is not here. 1 teli ye.” shriek* ed the old woman. "Come awa*.” and clutching hold of the girl, she tried to drag her from the room. Ruth shook off her feeble hold and turned upon her like a tlgreaw. "Where is he? What have you don# to him**' ■»»«* rried The old woman moaned to .herself, then crawled to the window. There was a distant view of the ktrkyard <*l (he side of the purnle hill. The seating sun fell on the white stones and they ' glittered like star*. She pointed her < skinny finger in silence and then croak* . \ ed- "Yonder, yonder, yonder." The girl looked oat. straining her eves to see the beloved form. When the whit* atones flashed on her sight. | the awful truth began to dawn on her. "Yonder ' she muttered, almost un consciously. Then she broke into a wild laugh, and flung herself into a chair. She read the marked passage, and laughed again, still more wildly. "So I killed him. Jeannie. I killed , him. and be—how much did be pay you. Jeannie. to do this thing* AH his wealth? It is wall. It was not too much for a deed like this." "Stay. Miasle, stay.' she whined, put ting her fingers to her ears to shut out the terrible voice. “Ye shall have It a'. I am auld. and the money—l could na* help 1L" "Keep It; It Is accursed. 1 would not touch It if I were starving. But the cross, woman, the cross, the cross of lilies?" "It wtm his orders.” she whimpered. "It was— O. the puir bairn, the puir 1 bairn." ' "It was what?" the girl said hoarse ly, rising from the chair and gripping the old woman by the arm. "Speak you old hag. speak." "It was from his grave."—Black and Whit*. rhr llrMon. He—And so you love me because I am not like other men. And how do you know I am not like other men? She—You are the only man who has never told me he was not like other men. —Brooklyn Life. Sealskins are originally of a light drab color, but as found in the market are always dyed. " THREE HAPPY WOMEN. Each Relieved o! Periodic Pain and Back» .BP? ache. A Trio of Fervent Letters. Before using- Lydia E Pinkham * W*stable Compound. my health wai pradualiy be>u*: uxi. r /jOHJI Buffered untold agony from painful JV- menstruation, backache, pain on top u f my head and ovarian trouble 1 concluded to (.JhKV / /•try Mm. Pink hams Compound, and found >. that it was all any woman need* whoxuff, r* f "i» h paaaful monthly period*. It entxr.ly a cured me Nw. Cromik v 823 ,ilUak St ** CiaclnD *ti. <X For yearn I had suffered with painful men t »truaUon every month At the U of /L menstruation It was impossible for on* to stand up £ w** for more than five minutes. I felt *otn •*- erabie. One day a little ts-.k of Mn Pinkham WM thrown into my . \ Bjhouse, and I sat d.revn and r»*ad A I then it »t some of Lydia F Pinkham* V»- k *,, . ;n . pound and Liver )\fcj Pills ! can heartily any t;,.u to-.:., ; feel like a new'dL JTjwoman, my monthly suffering is a thin’ of the past. I shall always praise the Vegetable < :.i for what it has / done for me Mrs. MißOtirr Axt'xaso*. 1«3 Lisbon St.. Lewiston. Me. Lydia E Pinkhrma Vegetable Compound has cured toe of painful men struation and backache. The pain in my back was dreadful, and the asnar I suffered during menstruation nearly drove me wild. Now this is ail over, thanks to Mrs. Pinkham » medicine and advice. Mas Camus V. Wu j.tau*. South Mills. N C The frrmt volume of testimony proves conclusively that Lydia EL Pink bam a Vegetable Cun pound is a safe, sure and siioust infallible remedy ia caaes of irregularity, suppressed, excessive or pamful monthly period*. Denver Directory. fa* 'JT* ThcdTnviTtint AHO A iWNIftG Co. [a'' • »r: :i» M uca (i^aoL^wnttoujiiMT STATE Oi-E" §tALS.. Übbt K STAMPS WALL PAPER & CARPETS - ' ZZ TENTS. AWNIKLST. - ' ' ' H ""W?".:SSUDLtSiH*RNESS FLORISTS b*-w» Cm. C«ifai It 4 Twk fit*.. IVirtf 2>l* H«n>i hii»r;. Mlßtna. Ilkilm, BoA ****** f.«r nrt.n* >.'.t Mi'kiiinf C*-. 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