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THE GIRL WITH
A MILLION By D. C. Murray CHAPTER XVIII.—(Continued.) "It will be expensive," he mused. "What of that? They would give a mill ion to have him. He knows everything He is the mainspring of everything." He finished his plans and went to n cheap upholsterer's. There be ordered a triple supply of everything be had noted down, one set to be sent to his own ad dress in London, the two others to be packed separately in stout crates for transport by rail. The tradesman thought the order curi ous ; but the foreign gentleman who gave It having paid twenty pounds down, and undertaking to pay the rest when the goods were ready for delivery, lie forbore to puzzle himself about it. In three or four days' time the old fur niture was removed from Mr. Zeno's apartment, aud the new furniture, glossy, new. and sticky as to the woodwork, and flariugly vulgar as to pictures, carpet, mirrors, curtains and hearthrugs, was all arranged in Its place. When everything was arranged, Mr. Zeno, whose landlady had begun to thiuk him eccentric, did a thing even more curious than tho wanton and unnecessary refurnishing of his rooms had seemed. Ho walked out one morning and returned with a pale young man, who, in obedience to his instructions, produced a wafer-color sketch-book, a tube each ot Chinese white and sepia, and a camel's hair pencil or two, and began to make a stiffly accurate and ugly sketch of one of the walls of Mr, Zeno's chamber. Tho pale artist mode n drawing of every one of the eight walls, and when they were done and paid for the spy him self drew a plan ot the two rooms, num bered the drawing in correspondence with the walls. When he had done this he made up the eight drawings aud the plan Into a neat packet, addressed it to a con federate in Calais, and registered it at the postoffice. One of the three sots of furniture, with wall paper, carpet, cur tains, plaster casts, mirrors and chromos had been consigned to the same address three days before. The third set was consigned to a gentleman of Mr. Zeno's own profession in Vienna, and Austin Farley's plan was in a fair way to be realized. CHAPTER XIX. If Fraser had been given to the analy sis of his own spiritual symptoms, he might have been a little surprised to dis cover how aromatic and tonic a draught he had Imbibed in learning to bate O'Rourke. "I've a bit of news," he said one day to Mnskelyne. "Maybe ye'll be able to guess why I bring it. O'Rourke's going to he married." "Y'es?" said Maskelyne, quietly. Fra ser's bit of news was like a stab to him, but he was not the sort ot man to make a show of his pain. "He's engaged to a friend of yours," said Fraser. "It was you that introduced him to her." "I think not," returned Maskelyne. "Ye did, though," cried Fraser. "I got the news from Mrs. Farley, and she got it from the lady herself." "I introduced O'Rourke to an Ameri can lady here," said Maskelyne, rising from his scat involuntarily—"a Mrs. Spry." "That's what I'm telling ye," said Fra ser. "They're going to be married." Mas kelyne sat down again without a word. "Hector O'Rourke is going to he married to the M< - s. Spry to whom you introduced him a month or two ago. There's no sort of humbug or nonsense about it, for it's a fact." "I can hardly believe it," returned Maskelyne. "Ye don't seem to be woilflly delight ed,'' said Fraser, "after all. 1 thought ye'd skip like a young he goat upon the mountains." "I am very much obliged to yon. In deed," Maskelyne answered. "I will go aud see O'Rourke," he added, with an air ot sudden decision and a waken mg. "Well," said Fraser, rubbing his hands and beaming, "the interview ought to bo a pleasant one. I'll not keep ye from It a moment. I'll say good-morning/' The two shook hands on the pavamenjt In front of the hotel, and Hraser stood there to watch Maskelyne ns he stepped Into a cab and drove away. "Now." said 1-hnsor, nodding and smil ing to himself, "that's not moy sy dopai of But theiv's spoke num ber nine in your wheel. Hector, me boy; and there's another or two in the oourse of manufacture." an ardent lover. Maskelyne wandered about in his home-made labyrinth until he had quite made up his mind that there was no way out of it, or through it. But finally be packed up a portmanteau, took the tidal train and carried his cobwebs to Brussels. There they were just as stiwog and unbreakable as ever, aud even when, a day or two later, he carried them to Janenne, they seemed to'Muci Ti'iih in like strands of steel. But being actually «t Janenne, he found that h? had added a new perplexity to the old ones. He still as far as ever from seeing his yray to Houfoy, but he saw quite clearly that ll was impossible not to go. The day was inclining toward Its close and there was a sense of rase m the snhe fields to which he was qot alto gether insensible, foolishly broken up sud down in spirit as he was. The Holds were more inviting than the road hi many ways, not least perhaps, because they oflorod Uww chances of encounter. on lr '»IIS Sauntering in this downcast and irres olute mood, he found himself suddenly charged by a troop of half a dozen dogs, who all leaped ami hayed about him, with demonstrations of welcome. Follow ing them, a gun under his arm, appeared the major, and behind the major an at tendant, who bore the dead bodies ot a pair of well-grown foxes. "Hillo !" cried the major cheerily, while yet a, hundred yards away. "How are you, old fellow? Upon my word, I'm glad to see you. How's O'Rourke?" "He was in health when I saw him Inst," said Mnskelyne, on whose nerves the mention of his wicked rival grated. The major had not many people to talk to at Houfoy, and the unrestricted use of his native language was like a treat to him. He did not notice Maskelyne's silence until he had exhausted his own budget of news and had made his final reflection upon its contents. By Hint time it began to strike him that Maske lyue's manner was unusually subdued and serious. "I say," he exclaimed, stopping short and turning to face the young American, "you're not looking very bright, just uow. Been ill?" "No," returned Mnskelyne, "I have been very well. Major Butler. I wanted to say a word to you upon a topic of great moment to myself." "Yes?" said the major, facing him, and transferring his gun from one arm to the other. "You are Miss Butler's guardian," said Mnskelyne; and this time the major's heart bumped, for he saw what was com ing. "I have to ask your permission to approach your niece with an offer of mar riage." "My dear Maskelyne," said Butler, al most as hurriedly as if he had feared the offer might be retracted, "I am delighted to hear you say so, and I wish you luck." "I am right in assuming that Miss But ler is free?" asked Maskelyne. "Certainly," said Butler, "certainly. She's only a child. Never had a proposal in her life. I thought you had something of this kind on your mind when you were here before. That Is, I fancied you might have. Will you speak to her your self, or shall I?" Before Maskelyne «ou I cl reply Angela herself appeared at the edge of her favor ite pine wood—at the identical spot, if anybody had known it, at which O'Rourke had been detected by Dobroski in the act of embracing the pretty widow. Maske lyne raised his hat and Angela came for ward to meet them. "I will speak for myself," said the lover in au undertone, "if you will allow me." "Of course," replied the major, "of course." He began to beam with triumph and complacency. Angela, blushing and pale by turns, walked toward them at so slow a pace that Maskelyne thought her reluc tant. She shook bands with enforced smile. "You have finished your business in England?" she asked. "Welcome to Hou foy." "Leok here, Maskelyne," said the ma jor ; "you'll excuse me for just a minute, I know." With that he turned tail and bolted triumphantly, and Maskelyne stood bolding the girl's hand in his own. She made a little attempt to withdraw it, but he insisted on retaining it, aud she let it rest. "I had no business inylffngland," said Maakelyne; "but I was afraid to back." "Afraid?" come "1 don't know how I found the age to com« at all," he answered. I had to come." cour "But Angela made another little movement to withdraw her hand, but he held it still. "Miss Butler, I love : and 1 am hers to ask you if you will be my wife." Mis« Butler bent her head and said nothing; hat he was not to be beaten now by anything short of sheer defeat. "I never thought of marriage until I saw you," he pursued ; "and if no, I'll go away at ooc«, and be trouble to you. for-nothiug sort of a fellow, and I've never done anything but loaf about and spend otlrtfr people's earn logo ; but I think 1 should be a better man if you took in hand. If I didn't believe so I should he too much ashamed to dare to ask you. Will you try mix Miss Butler? I should have one merit. I don't believe anybody was »vor so dear to anjtbedy else era to me." jon you sny no more I'm a worthless gead as you Still Miss Butler bent her head and said nothing. Hs took her hand in bo*h his awn. "Angola." he said, "do you sand away apin' Am,I to go back?'' "No," said Angelo, in an almost inamfi ,bls whisper. me CHAPTER, XX. The question of settlements took rile whoiç party to London, and In London Angela nailed upon the Farleys. Lucy was deligflted with tho news of the preaching marriage. ap She and Angela we» verjr confidential together and Suit ed each otbor perfectly. Lucy had taken a peculiar snd tender interest in young woman's love affairs, and had brought her husband to a quarrel with his oldest frioud eoncernftig them. It wah hardly in nasure that O'Rourke should bo left out of their talk. "I law from the very host that Mr. Maskelyne eared for you," said Lucy; the Bui "and I thought you cared fbr him. I was afraid at one time that you would lose each other. The course of true love does not always run smooth, and Mr. Maakelyne is very delicate and rather self-distrustful. "It was my own fault," said Angela, with a blush, "if we were in danger of misunderstanding each other." "No, ray dear," returned Lucy, with gentle decision. "It was the fault of a third person. Poor little Mrs. Spry ought to be saved from that mercenary wretch." It was not easy to see what could be done but to leave the patriot to his base triumph and the poor little widow to her inevitable sufferings. But it happened that when Angela had gone away, Fra ser strolled in : and since Fraser had be gun to bate O'Rourke, nothing had pleas ed him so much as to talk about bis enemy. He talked about him now, and Lucy, who was full of the new proof of O'Rourke's wickedness, related it, binding Fraser to solemn secrecy. "You see," she said, "that nothing can be done: but everything shows how badly he has acted. Nobody can tell Mrs. Spry. You know perhaps what women are, Mr. Fraser. They are very blind about these things, and they do not thank anybody who tries to open their eyes. It would only make her very unhappy, and ■she would still gc- <m her own way." " 'Tis like enough," said Fraser, but he smiled ineffably, and shook his head with a wonderful blending of complacen cy and pity. "Where's the poor deluded thing livin'?" he asked, smilingly. Lucy told him, and he wagged his head up and down, this time with a smile that had a suggestion of anticipatory triumph in it. Very shortly afterward he took his leave, and all the way home he smiled. Home reached, he sat down at his desk and wrote this letter : "My Dear Madam ter unsigned it is not because 1 desire to shelter myself behind the shield of dark ness which the writer of libel occasionally finds useful. It is because l know enough of human nature to be aware of the fact that an unsigned communication is al ways read and remembered. If you will show this to Mr. Hector O'Rourke—if you feel that your happiness iu any way depends upon it—why he resigned his pretensions to the hand of Miss Butler, of Houfoy. near Janenne. Ask him why he quarreled with his friend Mr. Maskelyne, and why he does not repay that gentle man the money he owes him. Ask him who wrote this letter, and why the writer His Implacable Enemy." "Postscriptum.—You may tell Mr. O'Rourke that it he chooses to seek an exposure in the law courts, I shall not shrink from the ordeal, or deny my hand writing, which he knows as well as I know him. You may ask him what that means, also." "I'll teach the sneaking villain to play false with me," said Fraser. "There's nothing sneaking in that, anyway," he added, surveying his own work admiring ■If I leave this let is ly. And with this conclusion he walked out aud with his own hands posted the letter. Mrs. Spry had taken, for what re mained of the season, a small furnished house in Park Lane. Fraser had written and posted his letter on a Wednesday af ternoon, and on the evening ot that same Wednesday Mrs. Spry had been dressed with unusual care and splendor. She had dined alone rather early, and after din ner had surrendered herself to the hands of her maid with full intent to look her best, for she was certain to meet Hector iu the course ot the evening, and was quite resolved to eclipse any possible rival. While she was at the very flush of these fancies her maid brought her Fra ser's letter. If the writer of the letter had known what he was dong he would certainly have spared her, for though he was thick-skinned, and upon occasion thick-headed enough, he was by no moans a v brute, and only a brute could willfully and knowingly have tortured anything, as Fraser now tortured his enemy's fiancee. He had shot his arrow at his foe without so much as thinking that it must pass through this feeble and tender bosom before it could reach him. Mrs. Spry read the letter with a help less terror and dismay. Her little white teeth clicked with hysteric passioa, and her little white hands clinched and shook before her so dreadfully that the maid was scared, and retreated before her. She cast herself anew upon the couch with all her costly finery crumpled and disar ranged, and cried herself into a mood of stony disregard tor everything. It took nearly an hour to do this, and by the time it was (tone the big eyes were all puffed and swollen, and her cheeks scalded with tears. "Whem," gasped the little woman final ly—"when (fid this come?" "This afternoon, madam," responded th« maid. were "Order the carriage!" cried Mrs. Spry, hastily gathsring her opera cloak, fan and glasses in a reckless handful. She snatched the letter from the table and faced the id, panting. "The ferriage is waiting," the maid »plied ; "but really, ma'am-" IT« be continued.) Tine Village Gnaalgi. Silas Hardacr and Thursday night" with the Ladies' Sewing Social In this tens*. City Brummer— Indeed! And what do they rip up? Silas Hardappie—Carpet raga, pedi grees and the absent members. Yes, every Tuesday night Is "rlpplng-up In After Year«. Anxious Mother—Little Bobbie cries for the moon every night I don't know what to do about it «Id Doctor—Oh. he'll outgrow that In time. When he grows up he will f«rget the moon aud want the earth. PbrtUNA EDITORIAL NO. I, Dr Hartman if now offering Pernna to the public as a regular pharm**,, final rroduct It is just as ethical as any compound put up lor the medical Session No straining of medical ethics can find any fault with it THE PRINCIPAL ACTIVE INGREDIENTS are prominently incorporated in t h, label on the bottle, that the people may know that the claims made for have a true justification. The o" 1 v dc" cr tnre we shall make from medical ethics in the conduct Ppru'n, a,irs in no f-ture, is the fact that we shall continue to advertise sell our product TO THE PEOPLE. If we would agree to sell to doctors #nly, to advertise for doctors only then the medical fraternity would be obliged to recognize Parana as being entirely within their approval. EUT WE SHALL NOT L'O THIS. , v Wo shall continue to oiler Per ana to the people, we shall continus to eonvev to the people our claims for Peru;:a as a household remedy. We shah continue to supply the people with free literature, teaching them how to nst our medicine, teaching them how to avoid i .seise, teaching them many things of benefit to tho home. We shall continue to do this, whether the medical profession like it or not. ... . . We are proposing from this time on to take the public into our confidence Notwithstanding that some imitators and substitutes will bo attempting to put up something which they consider just as good as Pernna, wo are going to draw aside the veil of secrecy and allow any one who chccsas to know exactly OF WHAT PERUNA IS COMPOSED. This ought to disarm all honest criticism. We expect, however, that crit icism will continue. On some pretest or other those who are envious of the ^, success of Peruna will continue to find fault. But we are determined to give such people no just complaint PERUNA IS A GREAT MEDICINE. It has become a household word in millions of homes. Our faith in the remedy is stronger than ever. Every year we expect to establish new plant« in foreign lands until the people of all the world are supplied with this vain able household remedy. WE CLAIM PERUNA TO BE A CATARRH REMEDY. Buy a bottle and try it. If it helps you, bo honest and acknowledge that it has helped you. If you want us to we will publish your statement exactly as you furnish it to us. We will add no words, take away no words. If you wish us to we will publish your portrait in connection with it. We will not do this without you written request, without your entire consent. Peruna has cured thousands of people of chronic catarrh, in many phase* and locations. At least, that is what the people say to us, through unsolicited testimonials. Peruna will cure many thousand more, in spite of fabricated slanders to the contrary. WE GUARANTEE EVERY BOTTLE OF PERUNA TO CONTAIN TEE INGREDIENTS PRINTED ON THE LABEL. We guarantee that every testimonial we use is absolutely trne-in the exact language of the testifier. We guarantee that every photograph published is the photograph of the person whose name it bears, that every word of every testimonial was author ized by the hand that signed it. We are determined to beat our opponents by being fairer than they are, by dealing squarer than they dare to. We are determined to meet falsehood with truth, duplicity with candor, insincerity with sincerity. v7o know that the users of Peruna will appreciate our stand. Wo believs that the dealers in Peruna will applaud our course. We expect even our op unents will be obliged to acknowledge finally that Peruna is not only an cnest and useful remedy, but one of tho GREATEST HOUSEHOLD MÊDI - CTT THE CONTINENT. oi and People Who Object to Liquid Medicines Can Now Secure Peruna Tablets. Militiamen May Now Hold Jobs Feb. 19.—President Washington, Roosevelt has decided to admit mem hers of the organized militia to com petition for appointments to the grade of second lieutenants in the army. Candidates for the position must be unmarried, hut not less than 21 or more than 27 years of age, and must have been a militiamen of the state from which he was designated contin uously for not less than two years prior to being named for examina tion. Drydock Engineers Return. San Francisco, Feb. 5.—Otto Wein er, Charles Bradley, J. H. Van Horn, T. Meyers and Walter E. Rudolph, engineers, who were in charge of the drydock Dewey on its trip from the Atlantic coast to the Philippines, have reached here on the transport Crook The Dewey left the Atlantic coast on December and wilt proceed east. n i?/ D k r A t V T ture of cl™ H a EL^.Y ayS has borne tho si^na liera i -"^leteher. and lias been made under bis périmai supervision lor over 30 years. Allow no one ''Juid-aJffood"*Counterfeits, Imitations and , What is CASTOR IA Är harmless substitute for Castor OH. Pare oontaitu ii?»hvi. d n , " 0tllu *6r Syr,,p8 * It; is Peasant. It "b umee ^ Opmm, Morphine nor other Narcotic and alia vs lts grantee. It destroys Worms »tta^aUays Foverishness. It cures Diarrhoea and Wind aafriEiaa" The Kind You Have Always Bought /J Boors the Signature of I * é In Use For Over 30 Years. ™ K oamtaur company. TT MUNNAT •THttT, IVI YORK CITY. 28, 1905, and arrived at Olongarapo, Philippine islands, on July 10, 1906. It was uninjured by the long voyage in tow of the colliers Glacier, Brutus and Caesar, but was in great danger ot destruction at one stage of the voyage, when it broke away from the colliers. Engineers Weiner and Ru dolph will go to Panama in the service ot the government from Washington. Big Meet in Portland The biggest boxing and wrestling tournament ever held In the northwest is what Edgar Frank, athletic director of the Multnomah Athletic club, ex pects the last week in April this spring, when the annual P. N. A. contests are held in the Multnomah gynasium. Noys, Washington Star, III Washington, Feb. 17.—Information has been received here ot the serious illness at Pasadena, Cal., of Crosby S. Noyes, editor In chief ot the Washing ton Star.