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onous voice. "You hi'.ve killed both is
us !"
And. with Ihe sweat still en his fore
lead, he stood looking maliciously a
me.
"If you had let me go," he said
'you would have died just as you arc
going to die."
I saw the face of the cliff quiver.
I saw an immense rock, half-way up
leap into the air and seem to hanf;
there; then the ground was upheavec
beneath my feet, and with a frightfu1
roar the rocky walls swayed and fell
together.
And the rivulet became a cataract
that surged over me and filled my ears
with tumult and sealed my eyes wit
sleep.
Jictor Rousseau
Copyright W. O. Chapman
Continued.
CHAPTER XIX
15
I went to Jacqueline and took my
Beat upon the earth bag barricade. I
bad my revolver in my hand, but It
was not loaded. I threw the car
tridges upon the floor.
It seemed only a few minutes before
a voice hailed me from the tunnel.
"Paul Hewlett," paid Leroux, "you
have made a good fight, but you are
done for. I offer you terms."
"What terms?" I asked.
"The same as before. I can afford
to let you go; for, though my instincts
cry out loudly for your death, I am a
business man, and I can suppress
them when it has to be done. In
brief, M. Hewlett, you can go when
you choose."
"M. Leroux," I answered, "I will say
something to you for your own sake,
nd Mme. d'EDernay's. that I would
not deign to say to any other man
She Is as pure as the best woman in
the land. I found her wandering in
the street. I saved her from the as
sault of your hired ruffians. I gave
up my own apartment to her and went
wnv. Do vou believe what I have
aid to you?"
lie looked hard into my face.
"Yes," he said simply. "And it
makes all the difference in the world
to me."
"Pere Antoine will marry you?"
asked.
"Yes," he replied.
"Is safe in the chateau, playing with
bis wheel and amassing a fortune in
bis dreams."
"One more word," I continued.
Mme. d'Epernay is very ill. She was
atruck by one of those bullets that
you fired through the door. Wait !" for
he had started. "I think that she will
live. The wound cannot have pierced
a vital part. But we must be very
gentle In moving her. You had better
. . , 1 f i .1 .3 T
Dring me sieign nere, aim juu hiui a
will lift her into it. And then I shall
.not see her again."
was that of a hopeless man who knows
that everything he had prized is lost.
He had never cowered before anyone
In his life. I think, but he cowered
now before Pierre Caribou.
Then a roar burst from Leroux's
lips, and he flung himself upon the In
dian in the same desperate way as
had experienced, and in an instant the
two men were struggling at the edge
of the platform.
They Dent and swayed, and now
Leroux was forcing Pierre's head and
shoulders backward by the weight of
his bull's body. But the Indian's
sinews, toughened by years of toil to
steel, held fast; and just as Leroux
confident of victory, shifted his feet
and inclined forward, Pierre changed
his grasp and caught him by the
throat.
Leroux's face blackened and his eyes
started out. His great chest heaved
and he tore impotently at his enemy's
strong fingers that were shutting out
air and light and consciousness. They
rocked and swayed ; then, with a last
convulsive effort, Leroux swung Pierre
off his feet, raised him high in the air,
and tried to dash his body against the
projecting rock at the tunnel's mouth.
But still the Indian's fingers held,
and as his consciousnessbegan to fade
Leroux staggered and slipped; and
with a neighing whine that burst from
his constricted throat, a shriek that
pierced the torrent's roar, he slid down
the cataract, Pierre locked in his arms.
I cried out in horror, but leaned for
ward, fascinated by the dreadful spec
tacle. I saw the bodies glide down the
straight jet of water, as a boy might
slide down a column of steel, and
plunge into the black caldron beneath.
around whose edge stood the mocking
and fantastic figures of ice. The seeth
ing lake tossed them high into the
air, and the second cataract caught
them and flung them back toward the
Old Angel.
At last they slid down into the
depths of the dark lake, to lie forever
CHAPTER XXI.
01
THE"
KITCHEN
CABINET
Rich and Warm for Winter
If you were busy being kind,
Before you knew it you would find
You'd soon forget to think 'twas true
That someone was unkind to you.
If you were busy being glad
And cheering people who are sad.
Although your heart might ache a bit
You'd soon forget to notice it.
SOME FAVORITE DISHES.
by the
By a
CHAPTER XX.
Leroux's Diable.
I went back toward the cave. But
i could not bring myself to see Jacque
line. I had reached the verge of the cata
ract and stood beside the little pint
form, looking down. I gazed In awe
at the great stream of water, sending
Its ceaseless current down Into the
troubled lake below.
And then I saw Lacroix. He was
peering after me from among the
rocks, and as I turned he was scut
tling away into the tunnel.
I followed him hotly; but he must
hare known every fissure In the cliff,
for he vanished before my eyes, appar
ently through the solid rock, and when
I reached the place of his disappear
ance I could find no sign of any pas
sage there.
And at that moment I heard Le
roux's voice hailing me, and looked
round to see him emerge from the tun
nel at my side. He was staring in be
wilderment at the cataract.
"By Heaven, Hewlett, I don't know
what possessed me to take the wrong
turn tonight," he swore. "I have come
through that tunnel a hundred times
and never missed the path before."
He Hwung round petulantly, and at
that rvoment a shadow glided out of
the darkness and stood in front of him.
It wau Pierre Caribou, lean, sinewy
and old. He blocked the path and
faced Leroux In silence.
Leroux looked at him, and an oath
broke from his lips as he read the
others purpose upon his face. Sauar
Ing his mighty shoulders and clench
ing his fists, he leaped at him head
long.
Pierre stepped quietly aside, and
Simon measured his full length within
the tunnel. But, when he had scram
bled to his feet with a bellowincr chal
lenge, Pierre was in front of him
again.
"What are you here for?" roared
Leroux. but in a onnveri
' - - O biiuv
did not sound like his own. "Get out
of the way or I'll smash your face !"
The Indian still blocked the passage
"Your time come now, Simon. All fin
lsh now," he answered.
"You come here one, two year ago,"
Pierre continued. "You eat up home
of M. Duchalne, my master. Old M.
Duchaine my master, too. I belong
here. You eat up all, come back, eat
up some more. Then you sell Mile.
Jacqueline to Louis d'Epernay. You
made her run 'way to New York. I
ask your diable when your time come.
Your diable he say wait. I wait. Mile.
Jacqueline come back. I ask your
diable again. He say wait some more.
ow your diable tell me he send you
here tonight because your time come,
and all finish now."
The face that Simon turned nn top
WM In the least like his own. It
Faced Leroux in Silence.
there in that embrace. And still the
cataracts played on, sounding their
loud, triumphant, never-ending tune.
I was running down the tunnel again
I was running to Jacqueline, but
something diverted me. It was the
face of Lacroix, peering at me from
among the crevices of the rocks with
the same evil smile. I knew from the
look on it that he had seen all and had
been infinitely pleased thereby
, I caught at him ; I wanted to get my
hands on him and strangle him, too,
and fling him down, and stamp his
features out of human semblance. But
he eluded me and darted back into
the cliff.
I caught him near the entrance and
held him fast.
He struggled in my grasp and
screamed.
".Let me go!" he howled. "Ah, you
will repent it! Monsieur, let me go!
I will give you a half-share in the gold
What do you want with me?
What did I want? I did not know
The End of the Chateau.
Darkness impenetrable about im
and a thick air that I breathed with
great gasps that hardly brought reliet
to my choking throat. And a voice
out of the darkness crying ceaselessly
in my ears:
"Help me! Help me!"
I raised myself and tried to struggle
to my feet. I found that I could move
my limbs freely. I tried to rise upon
my knes, but the roof struck my head.
I stretched my arms out, and I touched
the wall on either side of me.
I must have been stunned
concussion of the landslide.
miracle I had not been struck.
"Help me! Help me!"
I tried to find the voice. I crawled
three feet toward It, and the wall
stopped me. But the voice was there.
It came from under the wall. I felt
about me in the darkness, and my
hand touched something damp. I
whipped it back in horror. It was the
face of a man.
There was only the face. Where the
body and limbs ought to have ben wus
only rock. The face was on my side
of a wall of rock, pinning down the
body that lay outstretched beyond.
I recognized the voice now. It was
that of Philippe Lacroix.
"Ah, mon Dieu! Help me. Help
me !"
He continued to repeat the words in
every conceivable tone, and his suffer
ing was pitiable. I felt one hand come
through the tiny opening in the well
and grasp at me.
"Who is it?" he mumbled. "Is that
vou. Hewlett? For God's sake, kill
me !"
I crouched beside him, but I did not
know what to say or do. I could only
wait there, that he might not die alone.
"Give me a knife!" he mumbled
again ; clutching at me. "A knife
Hewlett ! Don't leave me to die like
this ! Brinjr Pere Antoine and my
mother. I want to tell her to tel
her"
He muttered in his delirium until
his voice died away. I thought that he
would never speak again. But present
ly he seemed to revive again to the
consciousness of his surroundings.
"Are you with me, Hewlett?" he
whispered.
I placed my hand in his, and he
clutched at it with feverish force.
"You will have the gold, Hewlett,"
he muttered, apparently ignorant that
I, too, was a prisoner and in hardly
better plight. "I tried to kill you, Hew
lett. Are you going to leave me to die
alone in the dark now?"
"No," I answered. "It doesn't mat
ter, Lacroix." And, really, it did not
matter.
T wanted to kill you," his voice
rambled on. "Lacroix is dead. I
watched him die. I thought if you
died, too, no one but I would know tin
secret of the gold. I tried to murdet
you. I blew up the tunnel !"
He paused, and I heard him gasp
for breath. His fingers clutched at my
coat sleeve again and hooped them
selves round mine like claws of steel.
"I had a knife once," he resumed.
relapsing into his delirium ; "but I left
it behind me and the police got it.
Isn't it odd, Leroux," he rambled on.
"that one always leaves something be
hind when one has killed a man? But
the newspapers made no mention about
the knife. You didn't know he was
dead, did you, Leroux, for all your
cleverness, until that fool Hewlett left
that paper upon the table? You knew
enough to send me to jail, but you
didn't know that it was I who killed
him. Help me!" He screamed hor
ribly. "He is here, looking at me !"
"There is nobody here, Philippe,"
I said, trying to soothe his agony of
soul. What a poor and stained soul
it was, traveling into the next world
alone ! "There is nobody but me, Phil
ippe !"
"You lie !" he raved. "Louis is here !
He has come for me ! He deserved tc
die. He tricked me after we had found
the gold. He tricked me twice. Ha
told Leroux, thinking that he would
win his gratitude and get free from
the man's power. And the second time
he told Carson. Then there were three
of us in the secret."
"What did you do?" I asked, though
it was like conducting a post-morterc
upon a murderer's corpse.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
This time of the year is filled with
such sunshiny days, and even warm
ones, that It is well to
keep to the lighter foods
and simple repasts until
the first chilly days
which give the appetite
a zest and vigor.
The oyster now has
come again to his own
and Is served fresh.
preferably, though in a
stew, fried, creamed or
escalloped will always be popular with
many.
.
oreamea Fresh Beef. Chop one
pound of beef from the round ; put into
a hot pan and stir until all is seared
Add one tablespoonful of butter and.
as soon as it is melted, dredge the beef
with one tablespoonful of flour; stir
until the flour is browned. Add one
cupful of cream, boil up, season with
salt and pepper and serve on hot toast
Delmonico Hash. Take a pound of
finely chopped meat from the top of
the round, put it into a hot frying pan
with two tablespoonfuls of butter, one
small shredded onion and cook unti
the beef is nicely browned; add one-
half cupful of hot water; or, better,
soup stock, and eight chopped pota
toes, previously cooked. Season with j
salt, paprika and chopped parsley. j
Cheese and Olive Canapes. Cut
stale bread into one-quarter-inch slices.
Shape with a small oblong cutter with
rounded corners. Cream butter and
add an equal quantity of soft, rich
cheese; season with salt. Spread on
the bread and garnish with one-quarter-inch
border of finely chopped olives
and a piece of red and green pepper
cut In fancy shapes in the center of
each.
Moravian Apple P;e. Core and pare
six even-sized apples. Place in a cov
ered pan, with a teaspoonful of lemon
juice, a little of the yellow rind, a cup
ful of sugar and water enough to edver
the bottom of the dish. Stew until
tender. Line a deep pastry plate with
rich pastry ; place the apples in it, fill
the centers with peach marmalade and
put strips of pastry over the top. Bake
in a quick oven and serve with cream.
Russel Sandwiches. Take an equal
amount of cold boiled chicken nnd
tongue, a dozen olives and six hard-
cooked eggs ; mix all together and chop
as fine as possible. Work into a paste
by the addition of mayonnaise dress
ing, then season and spread on but-
The Fashion Show, which is more
correctly called a style promenade, is
an established institution now. Gar
ments for all the seasons, spring,
summer, autumu and winter make
their debut at ttese promenades, when
practiced and keen eyes pass upon
their merits and the acid tests of the
buyers send them on their way to
success or relegate them to oblivion.
New fabrics, new silhouettes, new
style features have their tryouts at
these promenades and the questions,
as to what is to be presented to the
public, are settled by those who seem
to have an intuition in the matter of
coming fashions.
Two striking garments that chal
lenged comparisons at a recent style
promenade in New York, are shown
above. They Invite attention to new
style features that have made a sue
cess and have an assured future,
Wool velvet, which goes by several
names, with fur for trimming, Is the
fabric used In them and their lines
Indicate what is acceptable to Ameri
can women. At the left of the picture
there is a handsome top coat in a
very dark gray with cross-bars In
white, which is a new adventure
in velvet coatings. A photograph
cannot convey the smartness and
tered bread.
"To judge with candor and speak no
wrong.
The feeble to support against the
strong.
To soothe the wretched and the poor
to feed,
Will cover many an idle, foolish deed."
richness of this material, but It
sets forth plainly the style of the
luxurious and practical garment It
has a wide muffler collar and deep
cuffs of caracul fur and a narrow
belt of the velvet that buttons at the
sides in the most nonchalant manner.
Aside from the interest that centers
in the novelty of the material used
in this coat, the wide, bias band of
the goods which appears to be but
toned around the front of It about
eight inches abovG the bottom, seized
the attention of spectators and was
credited with being a fine bit of
cleverness In designing.
Paris took kindly to tailored suits
this season and has furnished us with
models that have a distinctly French
flavor. They are less plain and less
simple than the usual American crea
tions and certain of our own design
ers have adopted the French ideas.
But Paris decreed the very short skirt
and America rejected It, and for once
Paris changed Its decree. We agree
on longer skirts and two-third lenrth
coats and have a fine example of
these features In the velvet suit shown
at the right of the picture. It is at
least reminiscent of the Russian
blouse, having all the verve nnd style
of that persistent Inspiration.
Fine Feathers Are Back
Our Country's Birth.
Our country's independence dates
from July 4, 1776, because the United
States then declared its indpnenrlenrp
It must have been the same instinct and from that day on has maintained
mat leads one to stamp upon a noxi- it. Great Britain acknowledged the
ous insect. I think it was his joy in independence of the United States by
the hideous spectacle beneath the cata- a preliminary treaty of peace dated
race mat nad made me long to kill November SO, 1782. and bv the firi!
him.
But now a dreadful fear was dawn
ing on me.
"Jacqueline!" I screamed.
"I have not seen her," he replied.
"Now let me go! Ah, mon Dieu, will
yon never let me go? 'it is too late!"
Suddenly he grew calm.
"It is too late." he said in a monot-
or definite treaty dated September 3,
1783. This treaty was ratified by the
continental congress January 14, 1784
Rubbing It In.
"For heaven's sake, don't try to so
that man a talking machine."
"Why not?"
"He has been married twice"
THE SEASONABLE WORD.
In the autumn, when there Is such
an abundance of vegetables, the frugal
housewife will pro
vide for winter,
when there is less
of a choice.
Olive Oil Pickles,
Take 100 small
cucumbers sliced
thin, leaving on
the peeling, three
pints of small onions also sliced thin,
three ounces of white mustard seed, one
ounce of celery seed, one ounce of
white pepper, two scant cupful s of ol
ive oil. Add one and two-thirds cup
fuls of salt, and add to the cucumbers;
let stand three hours. Let the sliced
onions stand In cold water three hours.
Drain well, and mix the onions and
cucumbers with the oil and the spices.
Put into jars, and fill the jars with
good vinegar. Keep in a cold place.
Good in ten days.
Corn Relish. Cut corn from twelve
ears, chop one small head of cabbage,
sprinkle salt over the cabbage, mix
well and let stand three hours. Drain
off the water and put corn and cab
bage together; add one cupful of su
gar, two quarts of vinegar, one-half
cupful of mustard, four small red pep
pers chopped. Cook all until tender,
then put into sterile cans and seal.
Piccalilli. Take two gallons of green
tomatoes chopped fine, eight large on
ions also chopped, three quarts of vin-
egar, six tablespoonfuls of mustard'
seed, one tablespoonful each of cloves,
allspice and mace, one tablespoonful
of celery seed and two pounds of gran
ulated sugar. Let the tomatoes and
onions stand over night, sprinkled with
salt; drain In the morning and mix
with the spices and boll until tender.
Mint Vinegar. Put into a quart jar
enough fresh mint, carefully washed
and dried, to fill it loosely, fill up with
vinegar and let stand well covered for
three weeks. Strain, bottle and cork,
and the flavored vinegar will keep for
years. Tarragon, chervil or any oth
er herb may be used in the same man
ner. Mushrooms make fine catsup. Ar
range in layers in salt and let stand
over night. Drain and cook with spices
as one's taste desires.
The powers that be in the world of
millinery hive made a league In fa
vor of feathers for trimming winter
hats. Having decided that t-he mid
winter hat -should be characteristic of
the midwinter season and bear lit
tle resemblance to Its predecessors for
fall, the designers have evidently set
tled on feathers as the great 'feature
of thie styles. Ostrich has come back
and endless wings, cockades and
fancy feathers are fluttering across the
millinery horizon.
Ostrich, curled and uncurled, reap
pears to such advantage that we all
wonder how fashion could ever
have banished It. Yet it was absent
for several seasons. Soft quills and
long sprays of artificial aigrettes sweep
and swirl about brims. There is a
great vogue for shaggy, ragged ef
fects, with coque feathers and burnt
goose in turbulent, unsymmetrical ar
rangement about brims and crowns.
Then there CF& single long feathers
and the most brilliant and precise
wings to contradict what seems the
careless placing ft the scraggy feath
ers. It will take a season to tell all
the story of feathers.
Most sure of welcome from many
quarters are the beautifully made
wings and montures like those shown
in two of the hats pictured above.
Besides these there are some small
shapes entirely covered with feathers
and among them appear turbans In
which groups of tiny wings spring out
about the hat like small bouquets of
feathers.
The hat at the center of the group
has a narrow drooping brim covered
with shirred velvet and a coronet of
the same across the front. A pair of
wings joined by a breast make an efJ
fective ornament set in behind the
velvet coronet and sweeping in grace
ful lines backward. The feather band,
terminating In wings, In the hat be
low, Is used on velvet or feather cov
ered turbans. In this case the turban
is covered with small, soft feathers
and the wing at the left side is con
siderably larger than that at the
right. These hats, made of or trim
med with rich feathers, placed In many
eccentric ways, are suited to matrons
and mature women.
For young women and girls the tarn
of velvet shown at the left of the
picture has a place in all representa
tive displays of millinery.