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THE CHARITY GIRL
By EFFIE A. ROWLANDS CHAPTER XXIX. Mrs. Thorngate caught at the girl'» hand and would have spoken, but Au drey swiftly loosened her hold, gave her one smile, and then was gone, leaving only the fragrant scent of her garments and the divine elements of peace and gratitude behind her. Quickly ns she walked, Audrey wns «orne time before she reached Craiglands. She turned to the stables first, and gave orders that her small brougham should be prepared at once. Then she quietly entered the house and went to her own room. Eliza was there, arranging her simple dinner toilet. Audrey told her •he was going out again at once. "Tell Miss Thwait not to be alarmed ; I «hall be home in au hour," she said. Her sight was blurred and misty as she opened her jewel case and took out a packet of notes—-bank notes forwarded to lier by Mr. Sampson duly according to Jack's written orders, and never touched. Audrew secured the notes in an envel ope, put them into her muff and. leaving her room, went very quietly down the way she had come, just as Jean, her cheeks flushed as with some exceeding and great joy, ran once more into Audrey's chamber to find her and bid her come down as soon as possible. Eliza repeated the message she had been given and Jean's face fell, while something of alarm came into her ex pression. "Can she know, and have gone away to Her murmur was unfln escape ished, for ns she came out of the room an enger hand caught hers and an almost choked voice muttered : "Well, does she know—my darling?" "Audrey has gone out again. Lord Iverne. Her maid says she has this in stant gone out. I—1 don't understand." Jack's hand dropped from its hold. "I do," he said, with a bitterness pass ing all words. "She has heard of my sud den arrival, and she has gone away to avoid me. Will she never forgive me?" "Oh, this is nonsense ! You are nerv ous-" Jean was beginning, when Jack broke in fiercely : "But she shall not go. She is my wife, hound to me by her own words and vow. I have wronged her, but I have repent ed. heaven knows ! Bhe shall hear me ! I will follow. She cannot have gone far. Forgive me, Miss Thwait, if I am rude or unkind, but ney case is desperate. How do we know she is not running away again? No; I must not stay here prat ing; I must follow her, and I will!" He turned away, but looked bank, implor ingly. "Keep my mother in ignorance till —till you hear from me." Jean had no time to utter protest or •emark, for he was gone, stairs, three at a time, as he used to race in bis boyish days, Jack rushed, his brouzed, handsome face pale with agi tation, longing and apprehension, and as ho came to the entrance he caught A gleam of carriage lamps disappearing in the distance. Down the "Which way did her ladyship go?" he asked Martin, curtly. "I heard her say to the edge of the Dinglewood ground», my lord, and then to wait for her there." Martin looked troubled ; be did net know wkat to make of all that had hap pened of late. Jack pushed his hat over hie eye», and witheat another word etrode out into the •now and darkness. His brain was reel ing ; he scarcely knew what thoughts fill ed his mind, save that beyond, in the dis tance, was Audrey, his lovely girl-wife, whom for a brief time he had doubted, but who now shone forth with even stronger rays as a Jewel above price. And riie would not see him ! She shun ned him ! She would not forgive. The brougham roiled slowly on ; the man stole rapidly behind It. At last they reached a spot Mrs. Thorngate had described to Audrey as Rochfort'» hiding place. Audrey stopped the carriage and got out. Jack's heart throbbed with love and agitation as he caught a glimpse of her lovely (ace beneath the light of » lamp. She was speaking to the coachman, but he could not hear what »he said. Then she turned and walked into the grounds. Jack quickened his steps and followed her ; a sense of uneasiness came upon Mm. What woe she doing here? She reached a path Mrs. Thorngate had spok en of. Here she stopped. Jack stood still also. He was about a dozen yards from her, but he had drawn into the shade, and could net be seen. CHAPTER XXX. Audrey waited a moment. Now that she had come, she felt slightly nervous ; but it was only for an instant. Away in the dim light site saw a man's form ; she raised her voice. "Mr. Rochfort !" she called in her clear, silvery tones, and at the sound Jack started, and cold beads of perspiration burst out on his brow. In his agony a groan had all but escaped him, but hs clinched his hands and forced it back. Once again rang out the sweet, clear voice, calling the name that was the most detestable to her miserable hus band's ears. There was a pause, then a form drew nearer, apd Jack's aching eyes discovered the slender, graceful figure of Beverley Rochfort. , "Who is there?" Beverley called, sharp ly ; then he drew a step nearer. "Lady Iverne, can I believe my eyes, is it really you? To what good fairy do I owe this great happiness, this unexpected delight?" Andrey shivered. She began to speak hurriedly. "Mr. Rochfort," she said, and against herself her voice would quiver, "this af ternoon I was with your aunt, Mrs. Thorngate. I found her in great distress of mind about you. It pained me to see one who is my true friend suffering so niueb. I urged her to let me help her, aud at last she gave way, and told me all that was on her mind—how you are in trouble, and how she finds it impossi ble to help you." "Impossible?" ed like a knife, it was so sharp and hard. "Dr. Thorngate has forbidden your aunt to assist you in the very smallest degree," Audrey added, feeling she longed for some one she knew to be near her. "Otherwise Mrs. Thorngate would have been here with the money you require ; that you know better than 1 can toll you." "But as it is, she sends her ladyship, the beautiful Marchioness of Iverne, to make her excuses," broke in Beverley, bitterly. "Your ladyship is too kind. My aunt will be a happier woman when she reads of my death in the papers, for I warn you sooner than suffer the degradation and horror of prison life I will kill myself ! And this is Christian charity !" "You are most unjust to Mrs. Thorn gate," Audrey answered, ns calmly as she could. Beverley's voice sound If you had seen her as I have seen her this afternoon you would not dare to »peak like this." "You are a generous friend, Lady Iverne ; but, you see, the thought of my aunt's great mental distress does not al together help me just now." Audrey drew out the euyelope from her muff, < "But these bank notes may," she said, with a contempt in her voice Jack had never heard before, tlie envelope. In an instant he had torn it open and held them close to hia eyes to scan them in the dim light. "One, two, three, four, five—yes, five hundred ! I am saved ! ed over the notea. Beverley grasped His hands clos "Snved ! Yes, and by you—you, the woman I love with all my soul ; you-" Jack half started forward, but he not quicker than Audrey in her raent of horror. was move With a gesture of con tempt and pride she struck aside his outstretched hand. "Do you think I bring you this money to save you?" she asked in hurried tones; "you, the worst, the greatest enemy I have in the world ! No, no ; I have done what I have done for love and pity tor one whose heart is breaking through you, whose whole life has been one sacrifice for you. wh Beverley interrupted her with his soft, low laugh. Her contempt lashed him int« a state ef fury. "And doe« Lady Iverne think that the world will look upon her actions in the same light as she does? What will bo said when it is known that you, a young, lovely woman, came here alone at night fall to provide me with laoney to escape a prison cell, ek?" "I do not fear the world, Mr. Roch fort. I have done what I have done for the motives I have given. Let what will be said, be said ; my conscience is clear. I have no more ts say." she said, haught ily , but Beverley moved forward and stood in her path. "And do you think I am going to part with you like this, after all these weary, horrible months? 3ay what you like to the world, Audrey, act what part you will, but I know the truth, come here to-night to save me, not be cause of my. Aunt Agatha, but because you love me, and——-" Jack's heart was beating so furiously it almost choked him ; but he did not in terfere yet. He felt that Audrey would defend herself. You have He waited breathlessly (or her answer. It came swiftly. "And yeu call yourself a man? You, who insult a defenseless woman, who work against a woman in a mean, under hand way that would shame the lowest of earthly creatures! Love you! You! Why, if there were not another living soul in the world, if my very life depend ed on it, I would still give the same reply. Love you ! yon I I have ne wish to see yon or hear you speak again. When I remember all you have done to my happiness, I—I could almost curse you ! Love you"— how bitter and strong the girl's voice was—"when my very soul is full of love for one whose shoes you are not worthy to touch, one who is a man of honor, up right and pure as the gun. There is no place for any one but my husband in my heart—the husband whom you have worked to rob me of—you and Sheila Fraser ! Don't speak to me again ! Don't touch me ! I am not the simple, foolish girl I wns ; I am a woman with a wom an's heart, a woman'» pride, a woman's love ; and my misery, which you have caused, is sometimes greater than I can bear. Lot me pass. Beverley Rochfort I Go into the world and say what evil yon like of me ; I am content if I am only free from you, and I pray heaven I may never meet you again !" Beverley broke In swiftly. His voice was soft but dangerous. "Your words sting, bnt they do not spoil yotir lips; those lovely lips, which are mine by right ! Let you pass 1 No, Audreÿ, I will do nothing of the sort 1 We are here alone, and we do not port until I have clasped your proud heart to mine, and taken from your lifts the kisses I claim. Poor, foolish,* fluttering child. I hate, despise, condemn I what use ta straggle? You are hi saj power now, and "And you are in mine !" shouted Jack, rushing forward, and with one blow felling the coward to the ground. Audrey staggered ; her lips tried to open, but no sound came. The next min ute she was clasped in somebody's arms. "Jack! Is it really you, Jack?" she murmured. Jack's lips assured her that it was no myth. How he kissed her—eyes, hair, brow, cheek, lips—as though he would never tire. Then a glance at that form lying on the ground recalled him to the present. "Come," he said, gently : "come, my darling ! My pretty, brave, noble, good little wife !" As in a dream Audrey felt herself led away to where the carriage lamps gleam ed. Jack lifted her In and shut the door. "I will be back in a moment," .*e said, his voice deep with passionate love. "Take care; oh, take care!" Audrey murmured, and he gave her a smile of re assurance before he turned away. "The cur has gone !" he said in tones of the heartiest contempt when he re turned. "Not a trace of him anywhere. Drive straight home, Donald," he said to (he man. and then, as they were shut in alone, he simply gathered Audrey into his arms and held her in silence to his heart. "Home and happiness !" he said, st last. "Dear little wife, am I forgiven?" Audrey's hand went up to his lips. "It is I who should ask that, my darling, I-" "We will ask nothing, seek for nothing, now we are alone and together again." And then his arras clung close about the slender, graceful form : his lips were pressed to the delicate, flower-like face, and to both these young, troubled hearts peace and joy came, with their golden fingers, to heal all the wounds that re mained from the bitterness of the past. (The End.) "Oh, hush !" GOLDEN DATS IN THE STRIP, It Wi When the ( herokeea Got Pay for Their Lands. The Cherokee nation literally "rolled In money" when the $(1,500.000 received from the sale of the Cherokee strip was disbursed among the tribal citizens In 1894, says the Kansas City Star. The per capita share was $265.70. The pay ment was made usually with two $100 bills, one $50, one $10, one $5 and 70 cents in silver. The money was dis bursed by "Zeke" Starr, treasurer, and Henry Effort, assistant treasurer of the nation. Most of the Indians were In debt, and creditors swarmed in towns where the payments were made. T. A. Latta, who attended these payments, in recalling incidents lately, said: "Much has been told of the dishon esty of the Indian, but in this payment there were many examples of Integ rity. At Tahlequnh a full-blood wom an, perhaps 60 years old, a widow, drew for eleven participants in the fund. She had traded with many of the mer chants who sat at the tables between which she had passed. After the mon ey had been counted out to her she swept the entire amount into her apron and, holding a corner in each hand, she passed from trader to trader, pausing before each until each had taken a suf ficient amount to balance her indebted ness. Not once did she count the change or Inrestlgate the account She was honest, and conclous ef her own integrity, did not question the honesty of another. This was only one case. There were »cores like It and. tlmugh not pleasant to relate, the confidence thus placed was sometimes betrayed. Thero are cases where the greedy cred itor took a handful aud gave back no change. "A mixed blood of some astuteness came to settle his account with a trader. In looking over his account he discov ered the charge of a side saddle amounting to $15. He had not made such a purchase and had the bill rem edied without trouble, the wily ■ trader merely telling his bookkeeper to place the item to John Doe's account The bookkeeper himself is authority for the statement that in this way that self same saddle was collected for eighteen times." In Claremore bankers were in at tendance from Coffeyvllle, seeking de posit» for their banks. One store In the town had a safe of modern dimen sions and security and this store was headquarters for bankers and collect ors alike. The merchant himself had a mere bagatelle of some $120,000 on the payment. After supper the count ing room was filled with collectors and bankers. A parlor table was called in to use and money as high as one's chtn wag stacked on every available inch. It wa« the minute for verifying the memorandum of the day. On one par ticular evening there was on this ta ble at one time close to half a million dollars In crisp new treasury notes. Laps full of money? There were wag onloads of It. It wns no uncommon thing to change a hundred-bill for a 5 cent sale. And the scarcity of change was responsible for the enstom of charging 25 cents for changing a bill of that denomination. old A Xegstlve Rlewlng nt I.ensf, "Has your wealth brought yon hap piness?" asked the*phiiosoplier. "Perhaps not," answered Mr. Dustin Stax ; "but It has àt least stood between me and a lot of annoyances."—Wash Ington Star. HI3 CAUSE FOB SUICIDE. CblneM« Servant Declared III« Mln tre.H«* SlcgitiK Wa** T Queer Is the story related of a Chi nese man servant, who declares that be prefers death Itself to the inlliçtlon of hearing his mistress, who is described as a lyric artist, practicing her songs, morning, noon and night And, odd to relate, this particular heathen seems to be sincere, as he has really made sev eral attempts on his life, and even, after his last vain endeavor, repeated his resolution to die rather than be condemned to listen to strains which he regards as anything but dulcet Evi dently the lyric art has no charms for him. This eccentric individual was brought to Europe by the lady's hus band a year ago. but it is only recently that he developed this inveterate dis like to her music. Last month, it is said, he concocted a sort of poison and made himself sick with It but the re sult went no further. Then he tried opium, but awoke apparently none the worse from a phenomenal spell of sleep. Much. As poisons and drugs were powerless In helping him to carry out his project of shuffling off the mortal coil, the Chi nese man servant decided on trying more active measures. One morning he took up his position on the balcony of the house inhabited by the family which courts the muses and. after tak ing a last look, as he imagined, at the busy scene around hkn, he flung him self Into space. It so chanced that a motor car was coming along. On the top of the automobile reposed a box containing a provision of tires and, as luck would have It, the Chinese tum bled in among them and they broke his fall so that he got off without a shock. But such an acrobatic exhibi tion, even from a representative of the Celestial Empire, was not relished by the occupants of the motor car, who protested so vigorously against this pe culiar addition to their company that the whole party were soon oa their way to the police station. The luckless phinese failed to make himself under stood, and something like a deadlock would have been the result if the lyric artist had not appeared to claim him. This was the third time withlu a month that he had tried to put an end to his days, and she insisted on know ing the reason. Then the man servant found his tongue, and in broken French replied, before the officials and the automobile set, "All want to know. 1 suy.^J I die or hook it." are being taken for the restoration of this hopeless Chinese to his native laud. —Loudon Telegraph. Prompt measures French madams howls too much. There Are Others. Don't imagine, my boy, if you throw up your job That the firm that employs you will fail, That the whole office force 1> their guish will sob And the senior partner turn pale. You are highly efficient and active and bright— So you say. I'm unwilling to doubt you ; But the chance of all this is incredibly slight, There are plenty *f others without you. Don't get mad with the girl, and to make her feel bad an Fail to go for your usual call. It's the truth, though I knew it sounde awfully sad. That »he never may miss yeu at ail. It's a mighty poor policy staying away, Though I grant that at times she may flout you. But I know tkat I'm in n position te say There are plenty of others without you. Don't get soured on the world and do anything rash. Net to speak of the good of your soul, If you jump in the lake you may make a small splash. But you'll never leave much of a hole. Don't expect folks to make such a terri ble fuss When they think very little abont you, And, to use common language, aren't caring a cuss. There are plenty of others without you -Chicago News. N« Proposal Yet, Miss Yerner—"Mr. Sloman Is such an excitable person, so effervescent, us it were." Miss Wise—"I should think you'd tie the last person in the world to call him 'effervescent.' " Miss Yeruer—"Why so?" Miss Wise—"I notice you haven't succeeded in making him 'pop.' "— Philadelphia Press. Don't Mention It. "Pop!" "Yes, my son.' "What is a nora-de-plmne?" "Why, it's a man's pen name, boy." "Well, pop. that's not the name my you call your fountain pen when it won't 1 work !"—Yonkers Statesman. "Of the Making of Magazines. Prospective Customer—Have you the | Dptonow magazine? News Stand Proprietor (to assistant) i —Billy, refer to your Index and see if we have the Uptonow?—Puck. . Even fishermen will not believe each 1 »tiler's fish stories. Dot (meeting Johnny)—I have found you out. Johnny—What am I? Dot— Nobody. am discovered ! Pa—Why did you go out In the rain today without an umbrella, Johu? Johnny—I ate salt mackerel this morn ing for breakfast, aud that keeps me dry. Johnny—Goodness gracious. Johnny—Say, dad, If I ate a chop and you ordered one and ate it, what would your phone number be? Pa_ (Jive it up, sou. Johnny—It would he 1 - 2 . Little Edna—What is "leisure," mamma? Mamma—It's the spare time a woman has in which she can do some other kind of work, my dear.—Chicago Dully News. He (seutentiously)—I always speak my mind. She (tartly)—I suppose that is why you have the reputation of being a man of so few words.—Balti more American. Mother—Whatever are you doing to poor dolly, child? Child—I'm just go ing to put her to bed, mummy. I've taken off her hair, but 1 can't get her teeth out.— Sourire. Old Lady (improving the occasion) — You know, boys, it's only the body which lies here. Now, what is It goes to Heaven? Small Boy (tentatively)— 'Is 'ead, mum.—Pick-Me-Up. Nell—Yes, she said her husband mar ried her for her beauty. What do you think of that? Belie—Well, 1 think her husband must feel like a widower now. —Catholic Standard aud Times. Mistress—Bridget, have you cement ed the handle on to the water-jug which you dropji&l yesterday? Bridget —I started to, Mum, but most unfor tunately 1 dropped the cement bottle.— Punch. "The body of the late Major Jinks was cremated." "What they goin' to do with it?" "Ills widow has him corked up In a fruit jar. Says it's the lust of the family jars."—Atlanta Con stitution. The Wife, during a quarrel—I'm go lug right home to mother; so there! The Husband—That's right, dear, of two evils always cliooie the less. Please don't bring your morher here.—Yon kers Statesman. Pa—You naughty boy, you've been fighting again ! Johnny—No, pa, I was only trying to keep a bad boy from hurting a little boy. Pa—That was a noble act, my sou ; who was the little boy? Johnny—Me. Department Store Manager—The clerk in the butter department says lie's not going to lie about our butter any more. The Boss—What salary does he get? Manager—Eight dollars a week. The Boss—Give him nine. Sweet Singer— De Hammer says he has a high place In the next show he goes out with. Comedian—Well, 1 should say it is high. He sits in the flies and tears up paper for the snow storm scene.—Chicago News. Dot—I heard your soldier brother wrote you a birthday letter. Was there any war news in it? Johnny—I don't know. You see it was printed on the envelope "Return In five days." So I kept It that long and then sent it back. Waiter Girl (la restaurant)—We've got frogs' legs, chicken livers, calves' brains and—Johnny (turning to his pa)—I say, dad, they must be queer people who live in this place. Don't you think they ought to call in a doc tor? "Is Mrs. Wise at home?" Inquired Mrs. Chatters, stauding in the shadow of the doorway. "I don't know, ma'am," replied the servant. "I can't tell till I git a better look at ye. If ye've a wart on the side o' yer nose, ma'am, she ain't."—Philadelphia Press. "Thar, my son, you see what lamin' done fer yer daddy, don't you?" "What, maw?" "Why, jest as soon ns the gov er'mint knowed that he could do figgers lu his head they p'lnted him postmaster nt $60 a year, an' purty soon he'll be sellin' stamps what goes on letters!"— Atlanta Constitution. "What I would like," said the eager young actress, "is a part with a death scene in it. I never fall to make a big "I don't doubt It," hit when I die." replied the heartless manager, "and I may say that you would make the big gest hit of your life if you would go away somewhere and die right now.' Chicago Record-Herald. Johnny (sitting up In his bed at 12:30 p. in.)—Dad, I'm so thirsty. Pa Lie quietly aud go to sleep. Johnny 1 | (after a pause)—But, dad, I must have a drink of water. I'm so thirsty. Pa i If you don't go to sleep this minute I'll have to thrush you. A long silence, . then Johnny replied—Ail right, dad. If you're getting up to thrash me. yoo 1 *, ght b * ng / glass or water at th. same time.