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CHAPTER XXXVII.—fCoxi
INI:E».)
Once safe on English soil Caussidiere
became himself again. He forgot his
•bject terror and resumed his old man
ner. Then, before he had been in Lon
don many days, arose the questiou:
How was he to subsist? He had little
or no money, and such talents as he
possessed were not at that time in
much demand. A happy thought struck
him—he would go down to Scotland,
hunt out the rich mistress of Annan
dale Castle, and "perhaps secure some
help from her sympathy—or her fear.
Thus it befell that he arrived quietly
one day in the town of Dumfries, and
•within a few hours of his arrival heard
that Marjoric was alive and dwelling
with,her mother at the Castle. Up to
that moment he had been in doubt
whether the woman lip had betrayed
Was alive or dead—indeed, he had
•scarcely given her a thought, and cared
not what fate had befallen her. But
•ow it was very different. She lived,
*nd by the law of the land was his law
ful wife.
His plans were soon laid. He deter
mined to see Marjorie alone, and if she
was obstinate and unforgiving, to use
what power he had over her to the ut
most, with the view of securing present
and future help. On reflection, he had
•not much doubt that he would so'on re
gain his old influence over her for in
€he old days she had been as wax in his
Sands, and her character had seemed
-altogether gentle and unresisting.
He reckoned without his host. These
•seemingly feeble and too faithful na
tures, when once they gain the strength
cf indignation and the courage of de
spair, assume a force of determination
sometimes unnown and foreign to the
strongest and most passionate men.
As matters had turned out, however.
It was not with Marjorie herself that
the Frenchman had had to reckon, but
with her life-long friend and protector,
John Sutherland. This pertinacious
young hero whom he had always hated,
had now fully asserted his authority in
giving him the first sound thrashing
he had ever received in his life
Baffled, bruised and bleeding, livid
with mortified rage, Caussidiere re
mained for some time where Suther
land left him, and when he at last
found speech, cursed freely in his own
tongue. Then he paced about madly,
calling Heaven to witness that he
would have full and fierce revenge.
"I will kill him," he cried, gnashing
ills
teeth. "I will destroy him—I will
tear him limb from limb! He has out
raged me—he has profaned my person
—but he shall pay dearly for It, and so
shall she—so shall they all! I was
right—he is her lover but he shall
find that I am master, and she my
slave."
Presently he cooled a little and sat
down to think.
What should he, what could he do?
Of his power over Marjorie and the
child there was no question by the
laws of both England and Scotland he
could claim them both. But suppose
they continued to set his authority at
defiance, what then? They were com
paratively rich, he was pc®r. He knew
that in legal strife the richest is gen
erally the conqueror: and, besides,
while the war was waging, how was lie
to bsist?
Then he be!nought him of his old
ho: upon Miss I-Ietherington, of his
knowledge of the secret of Marjorie's
birth. It was useless to him now, for
the scandal was common property, and
lr ther Rumor had cried it from house
to honse till she was hoarse. The
pr- '.ul lady had faced her shame, and
had overcome it everyone knew her
secret now, and many regarded her
with sympathy and compassion. For
the rest, she set public opinion at de
fiance, and knowing the worst the
world could say or do, breathed more
freely than she had done for years.
Thus there was no hope for her. In
need, look which way he might, he saw
110 means of succor or revenge.
As he sat there, haggard and furious,
he looked years older, but his face still
preserved a certain comeliness.
Suddenly he sprang up again as if re
solved on immediate action. As he did
so he seemed to hear a voice murmur
ing his name.
"Caussidiere!"
He looked toward the window, and
6a there, or seemed to see, close
pressed against the pane, a bearded
human countenance gazing in upon
iim.
He struggled like a drunken man,
back at the face.
'•'ty, or dream? Two wild
'hen vanished, and the
•d old and
"'"e now.
back
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this time forgotten all about the child,
and Marjorie, too. He went through a
procession of by-streets to the police
station, saw the inspector—a grim,
bearded Scotchman—and demanded
from him police protection.
"Protection! What's your danger?"
asked the man. politely.
"I am in danger of my life!" said
Caussidiere.
He was very excited and very nerv
ous. and the peculiarity of his manner
struck the man at once.
"Who's threatening yc?" he asked,
quietly.
The repose of the stranger irritated
Caussidiere, who trembled more and
more.
"I tell you am in mortal peril. I
am pursued. I shall he killed if I do
not have protection, therefore I de
mand assistance, do you hear?"
les, the man heard, but apparently
did not heed. He already half suspect
ed that the foreigner before him was a
madman, and upon questioning Caussi
diere a little more he became convinced
of it.
After a short but stormy scene with
the inspector he walked away, revolv
ing in his mind what he must do to
make himself secure.
Of one thing he was certain he must
leave Dumfries, and resign all hopes of
obtaining further assistance from Mar
jorie or her friends. He must remain
in hiding until political events veered
round again and he could return to
France.
He hurried back to his hotel and
locked himself again in his room. He
drew down the blinds and lit the gas
then he turnc-d out all the money he
was possessed of, counted it carefully
over, and disposed it about his per
son.
His next care was to dispose about
his person any little articles which his
portmanteau contained then he drew
from his pocket a small box, fixed on
the false beard and mustache which it
contained, and, having otherwise dis
guised himself, stood before the mir
ror so transfigured that he believed
even his dearest friend would not have
known him.
By the time all this was done it was
getting pretty late in the day and close
on the departure of the train he had
decided to take.
He listened he could hear nothing.
He walked boldly out of the room,
and having quietly locked the door and
put the key in lis pocket, strolled leis
urely out of the inn and down the
street unrecognized by a soul. He
went straight down to the railway sta
tion, took a ticket for the north and
entered the train, which was about to
start.
He had a carriage to himself the
first thing he did. therefore, was to
throw the key which he had taken
from the room door out of the win
dow then he traveled on in compara
tive peace.
It was somewhat, late in the evening
and quite dark when he reached his
destination—a lonely village, not far
from Edinburgh. He walked to the
nearest and quietest inn. and took a
bedroom on the third floor.
That night he slepi in peace. He re
mained in the village for several days,
and during that, time he kept mostly to
his room.
On the night of the fourth day, how
ever, he rang for the maid, who, on
answering the bell, found him in a
state of intense excitement,
"Bring me a time-table," lie said, "or
tell me when there is a train from this
place."
"There is none to-night, sir.'
"None to-night!"
"No, sir the last train is gone but
the morn's morn
"Well?"
"There is one at seven o'clock to
Edinburgh."
"Then I will go by it—do you hear?
At six you will call me, and I leave at
seven!"
The girl nodded and retired, fully un
der the impression, as the inspector
of police had been, that the man was
mad.
At six o'clock in the morning the
maid, with a jug of hot water in her
hand, tripped up the stairs and knocked
gently at Caussidiere's bedroom door.
There was no reply.
She knocked louder and louder, but
could elicit no sound, and the door was
locked. Leaving the jug of water on
the mat, she retired. In half an hour
she returned again. The water was
coid. She knocked louder and louder,
with no result. Thinking now that
something might be wrong, she called
up her master. After some consulta
tion the door was forced.
All recoiled in horror. There lay
Caussidiere dead in bed, with his false
beard beside him, and his eyes staring
vacantly at the ceiling.
there were no marks of violence
it was generally believed by
ood looking upon him that
sen a natural one. How
1
was never known. It
long after, however,
mber of many secret
had betrayed in al
he trust reposed in
.larked in their black
r"—doomed to die.
CHAPTER XXXIX.
WAS not until
after Caussidiere
was laid in his
grave that the news
of his decease
reached Marjorie.
She read in at Scot
tish newspaper a
description of the
mysterious death of
a French gentle
man in a village
near Edinburgh, and suspicious of the
truth she traveled to the place in Suth
erland's company. The truth was
speedily made clear, for among the
loose articles found on the dead man's
person were several letters in Caussi
diere's handwriting, and an old photo
graph of herself taken in Dumfries.
It would be false to say that Marjorie
rejoiced at her husband's death it
would be equally false to say that it
caused her much abiding pain. She
was deeply shocked by his sudden end,
that was all. Nevertheless, she could
not conceal from herself that his re
moval nic-ant life and freedom to her
self, and to her child. While he lived
there would have been no peace for her
in this world.
He was buried in a peaceful place, a
quiet kirkyard not far from the sea
and there, some little time afterward,
a plain tombstone was erected over his
grave, with this inscription:
Sacred to the Memory
of
LEON CAUSSIDIERE,
Who Died Suddenly in This Village,
June 15, 18—.
"May he rest in peace."
Marjorie had it placed there, in per
fect forgiveness and tenderness of
heart.
And now our tale is almost told. The
figures that have moved upon our little
stage begin slowly to fade away, and
the curtain is about to fall. What lit
tle more there is to say may be added
by way of epilogue in as few words as
possible.
In due time, but not till nearly a
year had passed, Marjorie married her
old lover, John Sutherland. It was a
quiet wedding, and after it was over
the pair went away together to the
Highlands, where they spent a peace
ful honeymoon. During their absence
little Leon remained at the Castle with
his grandmother, who idolized him as
the heir of the Iietheringtons. On
their return they found the old lady
had taken a new lease of life, and was
moving about the house with much of
her old strength and a little of her old
temper. But her heart was softened
and sweetened once and forever, and
till the day of her death, which took
place several years afterward, she was
a happy woman. She sleeps now in
the quiet kirkyard, not far from her old
friend, the minister, close to the foot
of whose grave is yet another, where
old Solomon, the faithful servant, lies
quietly at rest.
Marjorie Annan—or shall we call her
Marjorie Sutherland?—is now a gentle
matron, with other children, boys and
girls, besides the beloved child born to
her first husband. She hears them cry
ing in the Castle garden, as she walks
through the ancestral rooms where her
mother dwelt so long in sorrow. She
is a rich woman, for by her mother's
will she inherited all the property,
which was found to be greater than
anyone supposed. She is proud of her
husband, whom all the world knows as
a charming painter, and whose pictures
adorn every year the Scottish Academy
walls she loves her children, and she
is beloved by all the people of the pas
toral district where she dwells.
The Annan flows along, as it has
flowed for centuries past, and as it will
flow for centuries to come. Often Mar
jorie wanders on its banks, and look
ing in its peaceful waters, sees the old
faces come and go, like spirits in a
dream. The gentle river gave her the
name she loves best, and by which
many old folk call her still—Marjorie
Annan and when her time comes, she
hopes to rest not far from the side
Annan Water.
THE END.
of
ENGLAND'S COAL SUPPLY.
Mines Will Last About Four Hundred
Years.
"It may now be accepted as geolog
ically certain that between Dover and
Bath there occurs a more or less in
terrupted trough of coal measures of
150 miles in length, and of a breadth
varying from two to four miles, meas
ured from north to south." Dr. Hull
believes, however, that this trough is
interrupted by many flexures and
disturbances and that it cannot be ex
pected to compensate for the possible
exhaustion of the Lancashire and .mid
land areas, says the Spectator. Nor,
though he considers that it must extend
under the channel toward Dover, does
he think that it could toe worked under
the sea to any extent with profit as,
except art an enormous depth, the diffi
culties of intruding water would toe too
great. Taking each c:al field separate
ly, Dr. Hull discusses its probable lat
eral extension under overlying strata,
and, on the basis that about 4,000 feet
represent the downward limit of prac
tical working, he arrives at estimates
in round numbers of the amoumt of
coal that will be available at the end
of the century. The total for the
United Kingdom is 81,683,000,000 tons.
As the output of coal for 1896 was over
195,000,000 tons, on the extremely im
probable assumption that the raite of
production, which has more than
doubled since I860, will remain prac
tically stationary, these figures of Dr.
Hull would give a life of aibout 400
years to our coal diines. Within this
period, then, an enormous readjust
ment of social conditions and probably
of commercial conditions is bound to
occur.
HUSBAND AND WIFE LOST BET
For the Tramp WM Looking at Rare
Engraving*.
They stood in the doorway, waiting
for a lull in the rain, when he passed.
"They" were a wealthy baker and his
wife and "he" was a man so shabbily
dressed and so disreputable in appear
once that promenaders turned to look
back at him.
"Where do you suppose he's going?"
asked the wife.
"Straight to some saloon where
whisky is 10 cents a drink," replied the
husband. "He has touched the public
for the amount and won't be happy
until he invests it."
"Perhaps the poor fellow is looking
for a 10-cent restaurant," said the
wife, following the shabby figure down
the street. "We mu3n't be uncharit
able."
The man did not go into a saloon,
neither did he dive into the cellar of
a cheap restaurant. He shuffled along
till he was nearly lost to view, and
then he stopped in front of a window,
where he stood motionless.
"I wonder what interests him?"
mused tSe woman aloud.
"Who?"
"The man who just passed. I have
been following him with my eye. See
him there, looking into that window?"
"Oh, that's a saloon, no doubt. He
probably only has eight cents and he's
feasting his eyes on the booze."
"I'll wager you a month's pin money
against a sealskin sack it's a restau
rant and he's smelling the food. You
are too hard on the poor, Robert. If
I am right I shall give him a dollar.
Come."
Opening the umbrella, she took her
husband by the arm and they went.
The shabbily dressed man was
standing before the window of an art
store, absorbed in the contemplation of
a rare collection of steel engravings.
His face, though thin from hunger,
was refined and his eyes beamed with
eager satisfaction. The woman pulled
her husband away.
"Aren't you going to give him the
dollar?" asked the latter. The woman
made no reply, but she glanced at the
husband with a look through which
flashed a faint suspicion of disgust.
There were times when she almost
wished that she had not married for
money.
HERO OF THE HOUR.
Puts to tho Test the Patience of a
Lover.
"I thank you for your offer, said the
girl, simply, "but I can never become
your wife." There was a distressing
pause, says the Criterion. Finally the
man gathered himself together. "Is
this your final answer?" be inquired.
"Yes," she answered firmly "it is ab
solutely final and irrevocable. I can
never become your wife!" "But why?"
he persisted. "What is your reason?
What objection have you to me? Sure
ly I may ask that?" "Then you must
take the consequences. If you press
me for details you shall have them. One
great objection is that you have too
much money." "Too much money!"
he echoed, in astonishment. "That is
a curious reason for rejecting me. Why,
it was only a month ago that you told
me you did not think it possible for a
man to have too much money and that
you would not marry a man unless he
was wealthy." "Please don't hu
miliate me by referring to my foolish
ness at that time. Since then my
views of life have changed." "Oh, may
I ask what kind of a man is your ideal
at present?" She appeared to ignore
the sarcasm in his tone. Her eyes
lighted up and her color heightened.
"In the first place," she said, "he must
be poor—dreadfully poor." "Your views
certainly have changed." "I told you
so," she calmly retorted. "In the sec
ond place he should have the soul of
a poet, the mind of a philosopher, the
heart of a soldier. Then he must be
brave—brave to recklessness, yet ten
der as a woman and withal capable of
heroic self-sacrifice." "Must he pos
sess any other qualifications?" "Yes,
there is one more." "What is that,
may I ask?" She blushed, "it is," she
said, shyly—"a long nose!" Then tho
lover took his departure. He knew
that his suit would be hopeless for at
least six weeks—till "Cyrano" was for
gotten.
Distance or the Planet Mars.
When the planet Mars is nearest the
earth it is 36,000,000 miles away.
WHAT THE LAW DECIDES.
The appropriation for domestic and
irrigation purposes of more water than
is necessary is held, in Hague vs. Ne
phi Irrigation Co. (Utah), 41 L. R. A.
311. to leave the owner of a mill the
right to take the excess for manufac
turing purposes so far as necessary.
A statute prohibiting the deposit of
sawdust in the waters of a lake, or in
tributaries thereto, is held, in State
vs. Griffin (N. H.), 41 L. R. A. 177, to
be a proper exercise of the police pow
er. With this case is a note on the
statutory protection of water used for
supplying a municipality.
An action against a city for a de
fective and dangerous street, made so
by a street railway track, is held, in
Schaefer vs. Fond du Lac (Wis.), 41
L. R. A. 287, to be not maintainable
until all legal remedies have been ex
hausted against thfe railway company
in possession of tne track, as well as
the owner of the track.
The right to build dams to aid the
floating ot logs is held, in Carlson vs.
St. Louis River Dam and Improve
ment Company (Minn.), 41 L. R. A..
371, to be subordinate to that of the
riparian owner to have his land free
from overflow beyond that caused by
the natural condition of the stream.
With this case is a note on the right
to use a stream for floating logs.
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Biggs—When it comes to absence of
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IMggs—Why, what's he been doing?
Biggs—I went into his shop to get
my hair cut this morning, and he
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Mighty Rati.
"That youngest boy of yours doesn't
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white man to Uncle Mose.
"No, sail," said1 Uncle Mose. "He's
the wusfest chile I has. He's mighty
bad. He's de white slveep ob de fami
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What is claimed to be Che heaviest
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An ImprMsion.
"Just think," said the Spanish court
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world giving away all he has."
"Without a protest?"
"Yes."
"Or an appeal to the powers, or an
effort to get a few million dollars?"
"Yes."
"Well, he's good-nature*. But he
isn't much, of a diplomat."—Washing
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"I guess Hobson will draw the line
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"Why so?"
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A Uiiiedal Bite.
The house surgeon of a London hos
pital was attending to the injuries o£ a
poor woman whose arm had been se
verely bitten. As he was dressing the
would he said: "I cannot make out
what sort of a creature bit you. This
is too small for a horse's bite and too
large for a dog's."
"Oh. sir replied the patient, "it
wasn't an animal it was another
lady."—Tit-Bits.
Some people spend the m$st of their
time in nursing animosity.
The end of one man's failure is often,
times the beginning of another man's
success.
Pastry Without Butter.
Light, flaky and digestible pie crust and all kinds of fine
pastry can be made with Dr. Price's Cream Baking Powder
entirely without butter or with one half the usual quantity,
or with a little lard or other shortening if desired. Pie crust
made in either of these ways is more wholesome and digest
able besides being more economical and easier prepared. One
third the flour can also be dispensed with, and the crust rolled that
much thinner, the raising qualities of Dr. Price's Powder swell
ing it to the requisite thickness. Those who enjoy the appetizing
qualities of the delicious home made pie will rejoice to know this
secret. All the elements of ideal excellence are combined in