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A BLIGHTED LIFE. BI Maud Livingston. AUTHOR OP 'At TER DONQ TKABS," “DON’T o,” ’* IC’KB op sold,” htg. [CONIINHEn ] Tliw was a pause, then tho junior partner said, ‘ This is awfnl. I o have no witnesses is to be condemned. I will hide you, Mr. Northcott, for your father's sake and for your own. I can not imagine you wilfully guilty. How did it occur ?” ... ten you. as, if I am taken, I shall tell the world,’’ replied Maurice. “ When yon have heard, help me, or give me up. I shall be in your bands, mid I am almost too desperate to care what shall become of me. Listen.” Nicholas Hayes did, in silence, Lis chin in his left palm. “And your own idea, Mr. Northcott?” he said. “F! ighfc The circumstantial evidence is so cruelly against me. What do you think, Hayes?” “ That you are right; everything in against yon. You should loose no time. I will help you.” “It is very good of you,” exclaimed Maurice, gratefully. “Your iill',iirs ” “1 leave entirely and with all trust in your hands.” “I shall not abu>e your confidence," responded the junior clerk. “ But how shall I get from England ?” asked Maurice. “That at this moment, is fortunately easy. The Inez sails this night from Liverpool for Spain. It has merchan dize from our house on board,” answered the junior partner. “ A person ot' re sponsibility goes out with her. Mr. Maurice, why should you not be that person ? In half an hour I can have your papers ready. ” Maurice Northcott pressed his hand, too excited, too agitated to speak. “ 1 ask but one thing iu return," pro ceeded Nicholas Hives. “Keep it a secret that I assisted you. If, unfor tunately. after all o"r efforts, you should be arrested, do not implicate me. lam a worker and toiler whose future depends on his good charae'er. “Do not doubt me,” ejaculated Mau rice. “ Whatever comes to me, yon, my best frieud shall be safe. Now, the papers ! Quick! - quick ! Even at this Hi ment the police may be near !” Before tha half hour was over, Mau rice Northcott was on his way to Liver pool, having left in Nicholas Hayes’ hands a letter for Laure. and instruc tions respecting the arrangement of his affairs. Before evening all Manchester was foil ot the supposed crime and Maurice Northed t’s flight. Detectives were on the alert; notices were sent along the lines and to the sea-ports. Nicholas Hayes passed a restless, anxious night. The next morning he examined the Mercantile Shipping Daily, Here it was “Inez sailed 10.30. Wind fair.” “ By this time she must he nearing the ocean, ” lie reflected, with relief. “He is safe - so am I,” with a drawn breath. “Nothing for me oculd have happened better. He, as an outlaw, will never dare to return !” Then taking the letter to Laure and the instructions from his pocket, he set them on tire, and, watching them burn, fell into a deep reverie. CHAPTER IIL MADELINE. *‘Rich! 1 should think so! And knows liow to spend his wealth, hand somely. ” “ What great endings come at times from small beginnings. He began as an office-boy, or something of that sort ?” “He began with a clear, keen head, and a fund of business tact—the best capital a man can start with. Nicholas Hayes will bo one of the most influential men in Manchester. You know thor is a wlii nor of returning him at the next general election as the Conserva tive member?” “So Dansford told me. The world is made of ups and downs. The North cotts disappeared entirely, yet once so I old a name in Manchester. See what j dissipation brings a man to!” “I wonder what has become of the son, Maurice.” “Abroad, no doubt, and well to do. You know it was generally supposed that Hayes was instrumental in helping his escape. In fact, he almost let the cat out of the bag ouee to me himself. He owed everything to old Northcott, and iu gratitude did all he could for tho son, who confessed to him his guilt When tho fellow was safe, Hayes for warded to him by degrees, the wealth his father left to him. You see, being junior partner, Hayes could manage it without creating dangerous suspicion. “ Oh, yes ; lie's n good fellow. I shall give him my vote if he becomes a candi date. His daughter is u charming girL Hayes, I understand, contemplates a good match fer her. ” “Nothing under a baronetcy, yon may depend," laughed the speaker. “Andhere, 1 believe, comes tho happy man and his intended bride !” “What Sir Basil Ellis?” “No less. He has great influence, you know, and that’s just what Hayes wants. ’ Tho speakers were two gentlemen, who on a rustic seat under a wide, sweeping chestnut, were indolently contemplating the garden party given by Nicholas Haye< at his country house, the Swallow's Nest, just outside Man chester. The couple to whom they had re ferred were a blight, handsome girl, and a tall, elegant, fair man, with hair parted m the middle, a drawl in liis tones, a lounge iu his walk, and a glass in his eye. “The victory was decidedly our 3, Sir Basil,” gaily laughed tho irl, who earned a croquet mallet resting lightly on her shoulder. “And you made it an easy one, too, for you played—may 1 say ?—shamefully.” " You may say anything you plea=e. Miss Haves, ” replied her cavalier. “Even censure from your lips sounds a compliment. ” “Thanks ; that is very pretty,” smiled Madeline, dropping a curtsey. “ But I didn’t intend bnme, though I know you can p'ny bettor. So I’ll give you your revenge whenever you choose.” “Better ! Of course I can when play ing on your side,” said the Baronet. “But, now, is it likely, I’d have you loose ? One prefers to be beaten by some people.” “Really !” laughed Madeline. “That can’t be my case, or I have not yet como across the persons. Now, Sir Basil, will you do me a favor ? There is poor old Lady Dartmeatli wandering quite disconsolately yonder. I know it's in search of tho refreshment-teat! Do kindly conduct her to it.” “Ah, byjove! that's rather too bad, Miss Hayes,” drawled the Baronet. “To ask a fellow to leave Venus’s society for ” “ Ah, I always thought Venus a some what arbitrary goddess, Sir Basil! But do, pray, in charity go, and I’ll promise you ihe first raise and a game of tennis —there !" Sir Basil Ellis could no longer refuse, but, with as good a grace as he could, steered his way through the gaily dressed guests to Lady Dartmeath’s side. “ It’s strange how persons can see that other people are tiresome, but never guess that they themselves are equally so !” laughed the girl to herself. “ I’d rather chat with o.d Lady Darmeath for an hour than pass half that time with Sir Basil! Yet papa's dearest wish is that I should love him—marry him. I couldn’t really !” she proceeded, dream ily, watching the Baronet, and looking charming in her summery white and mauve dress—“not even if I tried— which—well,”—a little laugh—“which I am not going to do !” Turning she entered a shady path, leading to the less frequented portion of the grounds, intending, by a detour, to avoid being rejoined at present by Sir Basil. Quitting the path for one yet more shady, she came abruptly upon a young man, pacing slowly towards her, his head bent, his hands behind his back. He was ta 1, well made, young, and gentlemanly; but his attire showed him scarcely to be one of the visitors. The girl moved quickly forward, ex cla rning in surprise, “Denzil! You here!” “Madeline 1” “This is a surprise, Denzil!” pro ceeded the girl. “Do not for a moment mistake, dearest!” he smiled. “I am not here a guest. Mr. Hayes does not invite his clerks. I had to bring up a letter of importance just arrived from Spain, and your father gave me permission to look at the grounds. He did not reckon that it might be a mistaken kindness to give me a glimpse of that elysium which he forbids me to enter!” “Denzil,” said Madeline, with co quettish reproof, “you are getting cynical—a regular Diogenes! If you succeed, I’ll never forgive you! This world was not given to us that we j might be always looking at its dark side. There is a brighter ” “I know that Madeline!”—smiling fondly down upon her. “Its brightest is mine when in your presence; when away, it is very dark indeed, for it is almost hopeless !” “And why?” Bhe asked. “We are young —you twenty, I eighteen. We can wait. Other men have acquired wealth and position—why not you? My father, you know, was only a clerk once in the very house where now he is sole master. ” And for that very reason, dearest, will, J fear, be the more indignant that I, a clerk, dared lift my eyes to his daughter ' and heiress. Those who rise aic gen- TBK MIDLAND iOUaiUL. ft rally the severest upou tho cltuu from which they have risen.” “Denzil, I thought you had mart courage, more energy !” “I lack noither, dearest How could I when you ore the prize I would win J Still, I cannot blind myself to the obstacles. Tho world—your father will probably imagine that my love is mcrcanary. And I confess, Madeline, that when I regard your position and mine lat times ask myself if I am not selfish—if I have not wronged you by seeking your offetions. ” “Lovo comes without seeking, Den zil!’’ she answered, earnestly. “I saw you, ami knew at once that you were to me what, no other could ever be !” “Cut Madeline, if we had never met?” “I should have married somebody, I suppose,” she smiled. “But I should not have loved him. I should have im agined I did, because ignorant of what love really was. Do you know that is my theory, and why some unions are so unhappy. ” “Madeline," lie ejaculated passion ately, tremulously, “even if I loose you, yet shall I bo happy in having loved. You are an angel!” “And you can contemplate my loss so placidly?” she said, with a coquettish toss of her head. “Placidly! Oh, Madeline, yon do not know,” he broke in almost with a cry. “ When alone, at night, away from the forced bustle of the day, I contemplate the possibility that the time may come when we may be parted, and never meet again, 1 feel as if I must go mad.” “Denzil,” she said, “ never think of that. We shall never be parted.” “Your father, Madeline?” “ I think you misread him. I know he desires a different marriage for me, but when he is made aware that my happiness is at stake, ho will not re fuse my entreaty. Yet, if lie did, even he should not separate us. He might prevent our union, but lie should never make me wed another than you. ” “My brave, noble Madeline!” ex claimed Denzil Herman. “ I should be a coward, indeed, did I loose hope to win yon, I will win you, dearest—l swear it!” “ Hark ! what was that ?” exclaimnd the girl, freeing herself. “I thought I heard someone on the other side of the hedge. Oh, Denzil, we must be more prudent.” Tue young clerk vainly sought to peer through the dense hawthorn bushes. He could see nothing. “You are mistaken, love,’’lie said. “Itrust so. But I must stay no longer. Farewell for the present” Waving her hand, not allowing him to stop her, she ran swiftly up the path, and Denzil returned slowly to tho house. On reaching the library lie found Nicholas Hayes still there. He was writing, and did not raise liis head as the young man entered. “Take a seat. I shall not be live minutes.” Before the five minutes were gone he looked up. “When you are ready,” he began. “I am ready now, sir.” “Very good. Then give this letter to my manager, Crawford,” said Nicho las Hayes, his light laslies dropped. “I ■ have written full instructions to him in it. Ho can tell you what is necessary for you to know as well as I. Good day.” Denzil returned the salutation, pro cured his hat, and hurried back to Man chester, his heart exhilarated as with wine from his interview with Madeline. “Men before had acquired wealth, why not he?” Those were her words. And would he not ? Could he not ? Was he not already rising rapidly in Nicholas Hayes’ confidence ? Entering the manager’s office, ho delivered the letter and was about to withdraw, when the other recalled him. Looking back, Denzil saw that the man ager held an inclosure in his hand, and, with puzzled, bent brows, was reading the letter addressed to himself. He must have read it twice before. With a muttered, “What on earth does he mean?” he looked up; adding, “This enclosed letter, Herman, is for you. Mr. Hayes desires me to give you the rest of the day to yourself, and that you will not open the letter until you have left, when you will find your instructions in it. Some secret service,” smiled the manager. “You’re in luck, Herman, to so have won Mr. Hayes’ confidence. I congratulate you. Wo shall soon be having you as our junior partner.” A bright flush, sent by his beating heart, spread over Denzil’s countenance as, making a suitable response, he hurried away. “Could the manager be right?” he asked himself, elated. “Had he been selected before others for some im portant trust ? Oh, if it were so ! He ! would deserve it.” I His rooms were near. In his joyous expectancy he wanted no witness, so hastened thither. Directly he was alone and the door shut, breaking the envelope, he took out the enclosure. From it fell a check. Spreading opentliejetter, lie sought an explanation. The first few lines solved the mystery. The chock was the money due to him. and a quarter’s salary beyond. The letter was his immediate dismissal. In sarcastic terms, more insulting from their covert politeness, Nicholas Hayes regretted that he was compelled to re fuse the extreme honor Mr. Denzil Hannan contemplated doing him in allying himself with his family, but he had other views for his daughter. But as he could no longer treat as a clerk one who had purposed to become his son-in-law, he declined to accept the fovor of his services longer. Denzil saw at once who had been at the other side of the hawthorn hedge nnd heard his and Madeline's incautious conversation. Tho blow stunned him for a space; then a revulsion occurred, then he ex claimed, “ Purpose to become your sou -i. Mr. Hayes, and who yet will be so 1 Madeline will be true, and in the cud become my wife !” CHAFFER IV. SAVED FRO.tf THE WRECK. * Do you fancy she’ll weather it ?” “Sure, thin, but it's doubtful, it is. Tf she gets around the headland, she’ll be in more paceful wathers. But I'm thinking it's on the rocks she’ll be first.” He who had put the question was Denzil Harman. Standing in the shelter of the rocks, to get out of the fierce wind that was tearing across the raging waters, he and his companion, a Donegal fisher, were watching a mer chantman that, caught in the tempest on venturing too close to shore, was seeking to round the headland, where safer harborage might be obtained. Over six months had elapsed since Denzil s dismissal by Nicholas Hayes, and but once had he seen Madeline. To the letter he had written Iter an nouncing what had taken place, aprompt reply had arrived. It ran thus : “ Dearest, — I am aware of everything. My father himself has been my informant. Never could I have believed that ho could speak to me as he has done ; but nothing, not even he, can alter my de termination. If I cannot wed where my heart is given, I will wed no one. I understand Sir Basil proposed to papa for my hand on the day of the garden party. I have refused him ; hut I imagine papa has given him hope, for be visits as usual. Well, we shall see who can be strongest. Do not fear. My poor Denzil, be true to me, as I will be to you. Work bravely. Make that position of which I am sure you are capable, and though 1 have promised papa not to wed you without his con sent, you will never be absent from my thoughts, and a time will come, I feel | assured, when that consent will be given. Yours, and yours only, Madeline.” It was not likely Denzil could des pair after that brave letter. It aroused and put new strength in him. Instantly r he began to set about realizing that | better future his love deemed it so easy ' for him to attain. Well known in Manchester, he had not been long in obtaining another en gagement, his duties in which had brought him to the north coast of Ireland. On this, the day before his return to Lancashire, a wild storm had swept down from the north, and while on the beach with the fishers, watching the mountainous, tumbling billows, a ship had suddenly been descried mak ing straight in shore. Either it had essayed a rash attempt to find harborage, or had been driven, unable to resist, by the tempest. Its only chance was to round the rooky headland that towered up darkly, grand and threatening. This it had tried for some brief time to do, tacking, and tacking again, its movements watched with breathless interest by those on the beach. Abruptly, when success seemed almost certain, it was perceived to rise on a billow driven from stem to stern, make one convulsive struglge, as it were, then rush, as if impelled by an invisible band upou the headland itself. A cry rose from the watchers. Her fate was sealed. “ SLio’s done fur! She’s on ’em ; and small marcy tliim rocks will have on the purty cratur!” exclaimed Denzil’s com panion. Then, as the ship, raised on a billow, was dashed on the rocks. “ Quick, quick, my lads! The boat—ivery one of them ! There’s sowls to be saved, if the ship goes!” The advice was liardlv needed. Will ing hands were already pushing two or three boats into the surf, and willing hearts were managing them. 11 was an exciting moment, and, carried away by it, Denzil was nmong the first to taka his place in Mike O’Shann’s boat. “ Can yez row ?” inquired the fisher. “Try me. And swim, too,” said Denzil. “Now give way, lads, with a cheer for old Ireland to the rescue." [to be continued.] Trade wind —a drummer’s talk. A. NKUT I*OISON SttCOVJUIKO. It is well known that oases of severs illness sometimes follow the eating of cbet-so. In the United States, and in some parts of Germany, such instances nre of frequent occurrence. We hear of similar cases too, in England and, though less often, in France. Among 1 American dairymen cheese which pro duces such effects is known ns sick ohecee. Formerly this article was be lieved to be confined wholly to cheeses made in small quantities on farms. Some years ago, however, the reputa tion of a large cheese factory in Ohio was destroyed through the large number of cases of alarming illness arising from eating of its product; and more recently, cheese poisoning became so common as to excite alarm among dairymen. Fin ely, so many persons were poisoned in the State of Michigan by cheese made in one of its largest factories and by a thoroughly experienced maker, that it was decided to enter upon a search for the mysterious substance which was causing all the trouble. This work was undertaken by Prof. V. C. Vaughan, who lately presented a report of his Investigation to the Michigan State Board of Health. Tho samples of cheese examined had no peculiarities of appearance, odor or tasto by which they could l>e distin guished from those of good cheese. Of two pieces, one poisonous and the other wholesome, a dog or cat would choose the good cheese, but the Professor thinks this is due to an acuteness of the sense of smell not possessed by man. The animals are not affected by eating tho cheese. Possibly if a person tasted a cheese knowing that it was poisonous he might detect a sharpness of tasto which would not ordinarily be noticed. But there is no certain means, aside from a chemical examination, by which a poisonous cheese can bo distinguished from a wholesome one. The most trust worthy, ready method of examination is to press a slip of blue litmus paper against a freshly-cut surface of the cheese. If the paper is reddened instantly and intensely, the cheese may be regarded with suspicion. When treated in this way any green cheese will redden tlae litmus paper, but ordin arily the reddening will be produced slowly and will be slight. If the piece of cheese be dry it should be rubbed up with an equal volume of water, and the paper should be dipped in the water. Dr. Vaughan thinks that grocerymen should apply this test to every fresh cheese. After a long and determined hunt the Professor succeeded in isolating the poison, which will now pa c s into chem ical science under the name of tyrotoxi eon. It is found to be a product of imperfect putrefaction in the cheese, j and it occurs in the manufacturing vat, ' for the curd itseif has been known to poison persons. Tyrotoxicon appears in the form of needle shaped crystals, which are freely soluble in water. The smallest visible fragments of a crystal placed upon the tongue caused a sharp, stinging pain and in a few minutes dry ness and constriction of the throat. A slight ily larger amount produced vomit ing, nausea, and diarrhoea. The isolated poison Inis a sharp, pungent odor, but in the cheese the taste and odor of the poison are both modified beyond recog nition. The poison is volatile, and even poisonous cheese may be eaten after it is cooked. The symptoms observed in cheese poisoning are similar to those caused by tyrotoxicon, with tho addition of head ache, double vision, and marked nervous prostration. In rare instances the suf ferer dies of collapse. MEISSONIEKVS MODELS. Meissonier’s models receive princely wages, though they earn their money 'hardly enough. They nre liable to peso six hours at a stretch, almost without a change of position, and in attitudes which often are the reverse of comfort able. “The Quarrel" contains live figures, each of which is a marvel of anatomical draughtsmanship. Meisson ier took seventeen sketches of it before he put brush to canvas. Fancy a dis pute in which the would-be combatants try to get at each other, while two friends on one side and one on the other endeavor to separate them. And tho five models stood in this attitude three hours each day for sixty consecutive days. “They were better oft'still than the fellow who shammed death beneath a real dead horse on a winter’s day when the snow lay a foot deep in my garden,” said M. Meissonier. Xo doubt they were.