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ZSSXEW&ZSZZ H(i* ir 1 6v y-S WKI & W1 & 1 hp~% "&:rn up Jf |1 Vn»f •w! 1* I^J«.i»** mmmm rrF^a v$ CHAPTER I.—(Continued.) The next moment he was raising the •woman's lifeless form from the ground. He must carry It away from the path! A short distance off, where the trees were thicker, there was a disused shallow pit. Few .people, if any, went near it now. And close at hand there was an accumulation or dead leaves.. It would be easy to throw them over the corpse, burying it deeply, far away from the sight of man. Instantly he was wending his way amongst the trees, his burden in his artns. How slckeningly' those arms ached!—not from the weight of her burden, but from the horror of it. Sometimes the tattered dress caught on an outstretched branch, and some times the shawl. Hindrances and im pediments were tauntingly numerous, It seemed to him, in the agony of his Impatience as he struggled on, fighting his way through the thick under growth. "At last," he murmured. Yes, he was standing at the edge of ttofe pit at last! Swiftly his arms re laxed hold of their ghastly burden and let it fall with a dull thud to the grouftd, the blue-white face looking straight at him out of the darkness of the pit. 'The next Instant trembling hands were working with nervous speed throwing dead leaves over that blue v. white face, yearning to cover it quite, to hide It out of sight. With reckless speed they worked, those trembling hands! Never ceasing, never stop ping, always piling the leaves higher And higher, they worked with llght ^ning-like rapidity. Now the blue white face was hidden. The silver light from the mdon no longer illum lned it. But the shabby, bloodstained dress and shawl still remained ex- posed, and quicker and quicker the Juan's crime-stained hands moved, pil ing up the deai} leaves—covering all, burying all! He himself heeded nothing, noticed nothing, in his mad excitement. Yet a snowstorm was now raging, and around windblown, feathery flakes 'were piling themselves up Into forms fantastically beautiful. Already the stream of blood, across the path had disappeared under a pall of exquisite Vhitenjess. Suddenly the silence of the night was broken. Startled and terrified. Sir George instantly remained rigidly motionless, listening more Intently than he had ever listened before. But it was only the church clock -striking, "Three o'clock!" gasped the wretch ed man, "and I told Hilda that I should be home by one at the latest. iWhat can she think of toy absence? She Is always nervous about me if I am late.-And the servants must hare tooted my absence and been won dering what, has detained me. He glanced around, and that glance spoke lot growing despair. "Oh,, it's snowing •hard,, he added, with surprise. "But snow will hide that scarlet stream! Vtiati shall I do, th&ugh? What shall do? Go home I can't, in these blood stained clothes! If only—" Suddenly interrupted was'the cui ¥ent of his thoughts! Suddenly pene trated was the snow-laden air by (vblcefi—voices that were coming near ter and nearer. l^/tiere were People in the wood! -TalIdng anxiously and excitedly a it Now lie recognized Hilda's f6lce .Quivering from head to foot, yet struggling to keep as still as a statue, Ithe wretched murderer pressed him 1? closer and closer against the und. ^£irApfiER'n., It 'had "Suddenly ceased to "snow, |d Illumined was the white earth ivv^lhe sUvery rays of the moon. Et(pjiMrge ciirsed the brightness of as .he lay hidden tt^*shaUow pit hatching the slowly approaching. »w Hilda could clearly be heard the meiD She was keeping Hhe path, Ifte shimmering brilliance bier long, white satin coat standing »4j^lt clearly against the dark shadows .£$ 1 trees. At this moment she (wmtag the vfe»y spot %here be the snow, there was a stream of JWood! The unhappy wrjetch, her every, movement rwlth loving ^ye^ nttfered a mental horror at the ghastlinesa of it 'ft ,|or. her sake he-had committed fetr her sake his hands il»tBted...vHth btood, #f«he exclaimed. wish' ,1 iMklW, of the murderer %g he yet cJoser to .the earth. ^rery. inOmattt hisfear of discovery gMfater^ so vn KS^ CONDEMNED Mrs. Bagot Harte. Now two men with lanterns were walking straight toward him, as if they guessed he were there—even saw him already. Now only twenty yards separated him and them, now only fifteen, now oAly ten, and his heart was beating so thunderously loud. Thud! thud! thud! the men must hear it! Even if they had not already seen him his uncontrollable heart must reveal his presence. "I say, Jim," whispered one of the men, with arresting sharpness. "Yes," queried the man addressed, speaking in an irritable voice. "Don't let's keep on any more along this way. Where's the chance of his having come up here? What'd he do it for?" "Of course, it ain't likely he'd come away from the path and up here,*' was the tired reply. "I only came to satisfy her ladyship. She's in such a state of worry about him. I never knew anything madder than a-ordering of us all to hunt through the woods this time of night." "These high-born Ladies are that nervous," said the first speaker "al ways gettin' into frights when them as have to work for their livin' would not take any heed, and Lor'! wasn't that summat moving? 1 ain't goln' to stay here any longer! I'll go back to the others. It's scaring work being up here, just you an' me alone." "I agrees with you there but, like as not, it was only a rabbit or a fox you heard just how. "Leastways, we won't say a word about it to the others will you?" "Not I!.'' .was the emphatic rejoin der. As Sir George heard the last word he uttered a mental cry of thankful ness. Suddenly, unexpectedly, nearly all danger of detection had subsided. In a few minutes he might venture to lessen the pressure of his thorn pierced limbs against the ground. Al ready he was stealthily moving them a little, Just enough to decrease the agony of his strained position. Now the two men were rejoining the rest of the search party, and Hilda was heard interrogating them. "You saw nothing or heard noth ing?" she asked. "Nothing, my lady," they answered simultaneously. Then all moved on, slowly search ing right and left. At last they rassed out of sight, their voices grew indis tinct, and the silence of night once more held its sway over the wood. As noiselessly as possible, for the sound of his own movements terri fied him, Sir George stood up and peered around. "I'm alone once more, thank Heav en!" he whispered to himself. Then there rushed Into his mind the bewildering question, "What is to be come of me?" 'V--, What, indeed? The motionless form in the shallow pit still remained to be completely covered up no fraction of the blood stained clothes must be left exposed to view. Weil concealed the body might remain undisturbed for years and years-—until all trace of identitjy and a proof of the tragic end would be gone. Once more dead leaves atfd bracken were being quickly thrown into the shallow pit. At last, hiddeln quite from view was the lifeless form of Hilda's rival, Then Sir" George staggered to his feet and moved away. "Would that, every incident of this ghastly night could be as easily Rid den and the sin of murder as easily blotted out!" he said to himself, as bitter despair took possession of his mind. He glanced homewards then shook his head. If he returned to Carlton Park he Would have to explain why his clothes were bloodstained, and why he had so long delayed his return home, and why his hands were toil stained. All must be explained to the extent of entirely allaying apprehension. And were ever explanations more difficult to coin? Return home he could not! He had not the requisite courage! Then where should he go? Where could he go? He could not remain standing where he was. He must move away— go to the north, south, east or west. But it was to home that he yearned to go Hilda that he yearned to see their child that he longed to look at again. Yet he was no child worship per he 'had loved their boy because he had represented the completenss of. their home life and Was his heir, the being wjio to carry down to another generation the time-honored name of Ellinguun. This night's crime had been-committed in a trended at tempt to prevent the completeness of that Joyous home life being swept away. Yet already he was staggered, by^the diigculties of benefiting by hts cruel cr)me.' "But I can't wait here forever!" he thought, with a groan, and his was the face of a frantically desperate man now. ,-'Ttn a fool to stay so long as I have! But where shall I go?. If I'm seen on the high roads these red Stains will be noticed. T6 get hold another suited throw Umm away £5*5*$ S* k!© is Impossible. However, I can pat few hundred yards between this pit and myself. Heavens, how I wish I could forget what it contains! I won der if she had many friends? People who will start inquiries being made about her? She didn't look as if she had a decent friend in the world. The boy being weak in mind is certain not to be able to give any Information that can lead to his mother being traced. But, hang it all, I'm a fool to waste time on wondering if they'll try to trace her or not. What I've got to. decide is where to go now, and how to get home again and allay Hilda's an xiety. Poor girl! That word 'poor' does not represent one hundredth part of the pity I ought to feel fo her and do. How she dotes on her boy! If she ever learns the truth, heaven help her! "But she shall not know! She shall not know! Have I stained my hands with blood to no purpose? No, indeed. It shall not be for no purpose! Then why am I still here within a stone's throw of her dead rival? Why can't I pull myself together and decide as to what I shall do? Ill risk all! I'll —Ill—" He was walking quickly now, nois ily, carelessly. Another five minutes and he would have reached the road. But he was walking away from home. What could he be thinking of? He stood still and turned his haggard face in the direction whence he had just come. Indecision, vacilotion, ag ony, misery—all were written on that haggard face. "Confound it," he muttered "Hilda must be growing more anxious every moment. She is certain to have called at the Pennant's and ascertained when I left, and has returned home by the high road. I begin to feel as if I were a doomed man. If I could only get into communication with her and tell her a number of reassuring lies. To think that three short hours ago I thought myself an immaculately honorable man. Now But what's that noise? Footsteps? Someone coming? Yes! Which way shall I go? How escape being seen? Hide here? Yes! Amongst these trees. My limbs! Why do they shake so? But already the man had noticed him. Already he was making straight towards him. Just a passing wish to dart off and run his hardest away flashed across Sir George's mind, to be dismissed the next instant as being an act of incriminating madness. Each instant he was growing more sick en ingly limp and cold each instant the man was coming nearer and near er. Quickly, unhesitatingly, he was walking straight toward George, as if intent on speaking to him. And he was intent on so doing. "Ellingham!" he exclaimed, in a low voice, when only about ten. feet di vided them. "Halloa, Erskine! What's brought you up here?" was the reply, spoken with well-feigned carlessness. "I have been close at hand and In this wood watching you for hours. I was near you when you killed that woman. I have seen all!" There followed dead silence for few moments, during which Sir George lost and regained self-command then, huskily, tremulously, he stammered: "You—you—won't inform? You'll keep it all secret?* "Yes, for the sake of your wife and child, I'll not hand you over to the police to be tried and hung. But if it were not for Hilda you would have no mercy at my hands. From the moment I saw you strike the woman I have been thinking the matter over, it's fortunate for you that you did not walk off immediately after committing the crime, when I was in a white heat of passion with you, and had not had an opportunity of cooley debating the whole matter with myself. If yoiuhad, you would have enjoyed no mercy at my hands. Now But first tell me what you have to say for yourself." "Nothing! You heard all that she, the woman, had come to say?" I i*o Be-Coniinuea.) Thought the Pillow Small. A Cincinnati man recently return ing from the East was about to get into his berth on a sleeping car, when he heard the voice of a huge Kentuck ian, who was holding up a pillow between his thumb and finger while he roared out to the porter: "I say, you boy, come back and take this away!" 7M "Wha" for, sah?" "Because I'm afraid the derned thing will get into my ear!" None other, however, was to be had, so, placing his head on the feather or two inserted in the tick, he was soon asleep.—Philadelphia Public Ledger. Charm of Feminine Mystery. JDoe3 any sane woman want to be understood? Does she not, on the contrary, prefer to remain an enigma, a mystery, knowing that perfect com prehension of anyone means the cessa tion of all Interest in that individual? At woman who once felt herself thor oughly 'understood would never raise her head again.—Ladios' Field. gf|f 1 Sfi ..... Knowledge Already Acquired. Farmer Korutbpr^-A.ih't ye goln' tew send yer son t" college? Farmer Rich—No tain't accessory no*, Farmer £orntop—But ye sed ye wus goln' tew. farmer 5Ucn--^rknowt'rbat he has learned to smoke cigarettes without it.—Philadelphia Press. Nature's Heart. *Is it lively out here?" "Sure the old residents won't as sociate with the summer co£tagers the cottagers detest the campers the campers' loathe the excursionists.'.' "And the excursionists?' *, 5 Trtiey hate each other."—Puck. 1", PAUL JONES AND RUSSIA Navy Was In Poor Condition In Days of Great Admiral. A letter from St. Petersburg, which was printed in the Gazateer and New Daily Advertiser, an English publica tion, of July 8, 1788, contains an in teresting reference to John Paul Jones and shows, also, that It was not alone in its war with Japan that Russia has found its navy unprepared. Jones at that time had left the American navy, had served the French for a time and then had entered, the Russian ser vice. The letter in question was dated June 10, 1788. It says in part: "Though everything has been hurry and confusion here for several weeks past, the fi»et has not yet sailed, nor is it, indeed, as yet ready some of the large ships, from seventy to eighty guns, at Kronstadt, have not 500 men on board, and of those half at least tee landsmen, wholly unacquainted with naval affairs. "The vessels on the gulf at Archan gel and other places have been stript for sailors, who are arrived here but even these have by no means equaled the demand for the men-of-war fitting out. which amount to twenty-three sail, of which seventeen are of the line, from sixty-six to one hundred guns, of which last there are two, on board one of which, Le Catherine, Ad miral" (now Comte) Greig has his flag. "Paul Jones, by which name the American is known here, has not re signed his command the majority of the British officers refuse, however, to serve under him nor has any step yet been taken to accommodate the differ ence." SOIL HAD LITTLE CHANCE. Scotland's Suffering at the Hands of Visiting Englishmen. An English golfer on, a Scottish links hit the turf ten times for every once that he struck the ball. His cad die ventured on a sarcastic remon strance. "Ha' peety on aul Scotland, sir," said he. "She's suffered eneuch at the haunds o' yer countrymen in the past that ye sud treat her sae sair the day. Hit the ba', mon, an' let the grun' alane." "Confound Scotland!" shouted the exasperated golfer, flinging down his club in a rage. "It's just what Dr. Johnson described it—'stone, water and a little earth.'" "Sae the docthor said that, did he?" inquired the caddie. "He did. And he was a very wise man, let me tell you," snapped the Englishman. "I believe ye," retorted the caddie. "Nae doot the docthor was a verra wice mon, for there is muckle o' stane an' watter in Scotland—oor mountains an' lochs that ye come sae for to see an' it's a salr truth that the soil is no verra deep. You see, there's sic a number o' English bodies come to Scotland to play gowf."—Tit Bits. Scoring on an Error. The professor had been summoned an as expert witness in a case involv ing the ownership of a tract of coal land., "I will ask you, professor," said the attorney for the prosecution, "if the geological formation of this land cor responds with the published data per taining thereto?" "It does, sir," he answered. J'You have thoroughly read up the geology of the tract in question?" "I have not." "You have not?" "No, sir/' "I ask the jury to notice that the witness flatly contradicts himself. Now, sir, If you haven't read up the geology involved in this case, why do you pretend to know anything at all about it?" "Because, sir," said the professor, "in studying geological formations it is my invariable custom to read down." "Silence in the- courtroom!" thun dered the Judge. Question of Preference in Ice. Admiral Coghlan took the greatest interest in the Roosevelt before her departure to make possible the suc cess of Peary's north Jole seeking ex pedition. Looking over the craft, he pronounced- her to be perfect for her purpose, and then could not avoid his usual pleasantry. Turning to Peary as they stood in the blazing sun forward he remarked: "Peary, it is up to you. I wish you every success. You may prefer the blue ice of the frozen arctics, but I prefer to stay at home and listen to the ice clinking in my glass." Some few seconds later Charles Percy, the cook and steward, filledstwo glasses with ice and other things. The two glasses looked of the same color, but Commander Peary swore by his hope of reaching the north pole that his concoction was iced tea, while it might be that the one for the admiral had "a little, just a little, Dutch cour age" in its composition.—New York Times. A Seaside Idyt. On Seabrlght' sands the moon shone white— Two lgvers loitered in its beams. The waves soft whispered to the night A night of splendid stars and dreams! The hour to separate had come, Yet still they lingered, loth to Sort. She nearly lost her chewing gum The while he strained her to his heart! •"-Good night!'? he breathed, with feeling Moving away a little space, Then hurried back along his course bright. W#B«nerU 4 To clasp her in a fresn .embrace. "Oh! halcyon days of happy youth. bright?' awakes an« ttf^looto WtM I sentimentalized. In sooth, ,-.v To watch the pair seemed hardly right But as softly'rose to go •This Idyl ended rather lame. I heard the maiden ask him, "Oh! mlna telllnar m* rw,t X. Pienon in New York ftwaM. BOOKS IN BRITISH MUSEUM. Students Crowd Its Reading Room and Investigate Various Subjects. In the reading room of the British museum the desks are crowded with students all day long, and in addition to the book& of reference some 20,000 In number, which fill the open shelves of the room, from 3,000 to 4,000 vol umes are given out every day. Theol ogy in a wide sense, including the Bi ble, biblical literature, church history and works on the religious rites and ceremonies of all races and creeds, is easily at the head of the list, with about 300 volumes. Topography comes next, with about twenty fewer, and of these books on London amount to a quarter, books on English topog raphy to another quarter, the other half being for the rest of the world. History and biography come next, English history being mostly in de mand, and books on France and the French province second. Essays, criticisms and miscellaneous literature take the fourth place and are followed by fiction—not less than five years old—moral philosophy, poet ry and the fine arts, the drama, law and philology, politcal economy and so on down to politics, mathematics and chemistry, which have about forty volumes apiece, and lastly worl^3 on naval and military subjects, which sel dom have more than three or four vol umes each. It is a curious list and throws a useful light on the sort of studies taken up by the readers In the museum.—London Globe. Progress in Steam Turbines. That-the actual displacement of the reciprocating' steam engine by the steam turbine for many purposes is proceeding at a rapid pace in this country is indicated in the statement that a single company, manufacturing but one of the several types of steam turbines in the United States, took orders within the last half year for turbines for generating electricity hav ing a capacity of 82,000 kilowatts, or nearly 110,000 horse power. Three of these engines are for a Brooklyn power station and will be the largest ever constructed. It is interesting to note in this connection that wonderful as is the transformation in power mechanism, there are engineers who predict a still more radical change in the not distant future in the develop ment of power from gas engines. This form of engine has been developed to a marked extent In Europe, espe cially in Germany, and American and English engineers are just beginning to awake to the possibilities in this direction. According to one author ity, "we may yet see steam engines and turbines sent to the scrap heap." —Philadelphia Ledger. A Little Bit. "Any news down my way?" repeated the farmer as he stopped his team and bit a chew off his plug. "Wall, I kin give ye a leetle bit, I»guess. It hain't earthquakes nor cyclones, but it does purty well for our place." "Well?" queried the tollgate man. "Wall, the news is that Jim Wil liams' wife's canary bird got out of the cage the other day, and she had to chase it more'n two hours to get it back." 'That isn't much news." "Nope, I 'spose not but I was savin' the best for the last." "And what is it?" "Why, a tin peddler come along and bet Joe Harklns that he could outjump him, and Joe held his breath and jumped seven feet and won the bet, and it's already settled that we are to run him for the Legislature next fall." Value of Study of Greek. President Hadley of Yale has lately declared that the old school college and university instructors who set great store upon Greek as a means of mental discipline and develpoment were half right and half wrong. They were right, he says, in holding that (hard work and precision of thought weiw mure important by far than im mediate utility or "the student's na tural interest in the subject studied. But they were wrong, President Had ley maintains, in supposing that Greek was necessarily, more effective than other subjects of study can be made. Spirit Bridai. She sleeps within a sheltered, marbled close, Amid her quiet kin of yesterday. And all the .marvel of her beautv's rose Has vanished quite a.way. Far 'neath an alien sky his body lies That was ^so filled with blood of youth And all unmarked, unheeded of mm's eyes, Where last he fought and died. Yet who shall say their spirits held not tryst. In realms invisible of Love's delight And that their souls, earth freed, clu'ni? not and kissed Beneath the moon to-night! —Jessie Storrs Ferris, in Everybody's ^Magazine. .-. Sorrow Of It. "More (trouble," sighed M'cNutty, putting on his coat, "if it ain't one thing It's another." "What's the matter now?" queried his good wife. "More labor troubles," answered McNutty. "Not another lockout, I hope," said the partner of his sorrows. "No, it's worse than that," answered the alleged head of the house. "The boss has yielded and I've got to go to trork again."—Chicago News •vr -\m The Egotistical'Lecturer. "Your address upon beauties of the Shinto religion did not seem to Inter est the audience,'' remarked one of the committee to the lecturer. "Yes, I was talking way above their heads," he said pompously. "There must have been some other reason. I was way np in the gallery and it went over my head, «ven nn there." j. '.'t.f y.1 A Aw S* *7 hSkW Calumet Powder A wonderful powder of rare merit and unrivaled etrength. Addition or Subtraction. "If you can't get along better with! your work I will have to get another girl." "Shure, mom, an' I wish that yon would there is enough work here for1 two."—Technical World. Important to Mothors. tmrim carefully every bottle of CASTOHIA, a safe and ears ivmady for infants and ohlWtca, and see that it Bears the Signature of ia Ue For Over 30 Years. The Kind You Have Alwajj AoijU, DISFIGURED BY ECZEMA. Wonderful Change in a Night—In Month Face Was Clear as Evei^— Another Cure by Cuticura. "I had eczema on the face for fly® months, during which time I was in the care of physicians. My face wa» so disfigured I could not go out, and was going from bad to worse. friend recommended Cuticura. The first night after I washed my face with Cuticura Soap, and used Cuticura Ointment and Resolvent, It changed wonderfully. From that day I was able to go out, and in a month the treatment had removed all scales and scabs, and my face was as clear as ever. (Signed) T. J. Soth, 317 Stagg Street, Brooklyn, N. Y." APPENDICITIS FROM RUBBER. Moral, Says Dr. Pond, Is Don't Chew a Lot of Things. Don't chew lead pencils. Don't teeth on rubber rings. Don't drink beer out of bottles cork ed with rubber-washer stoppers. If you do you, are likely to be picked up and hustled off to a hospital and cut open for appendicitis. This you may learn by reading Lon don Lancet. But, of course, you won't read it, for it is a purely medical pub lication. Dr. Pond writes for it. He has discovered that in most cases of appendicitis, including those in which the operation is successful but the patient dies, antimonial poi soning is found. This he traces large ly to the general use these latter days of bottles corked with rubber-wash ered stoppers and fruit cans sealed with rubber rings. Life in the Land. Trouble comes but It all depends On the way you mind it There's, life in the old land yet, my friends: Roll' up your sleeves and find it! PAINFULPERIODS AMERICAN WOMEN FIND RELIEF The Caso of Miss Irene Crosby Ia On* of Thousands of Cures Made by Lydia E. Pinkham'8 Vegetable Compound. How njany women realize that men struation is the balance wheel of a woman's life, and while no woman ia entirely free from periodical suffering, it is not the plan of nature that women should suffer so severely. & rnss Irene Crosby Thousands of American women, how ever, have found relief from all monthly suffering by taking Lydia E. Pinkham'ff Vegetable Compound, as it is the most thorough female regulator known to medical science. It cures the condition which causes so much discomfort and robs menstruation of its terrors. Miss Irene Crosby, of 313 Charlton Street East Savannah, Ga., writes: Lydia £S. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound' Is true friend to woman. It has been of great benefit to me, curing me of Irregular and painful menstruation .when everything else had. failed, and I gladly recommead it to other suffering women." Women who are troubled with pain ful or irregular menstruation, back ache, bloating (or flatulence), leucor rhoea, falling, inflammation or ulcera tion of the uteruB, ovarian troubles, that "bearing-down" feeling, dizzi ness, faintness, indigestion, nervous prostration or the blues, shonld take immediate action to ward off the seri ous consequences, and be restored to Sydia srfeet health and strength by taking E. Pinkham's Vegetable Com pound, and then write to Mrs. Pink ham, Lynn, Mass., lor further free ad vice, Thousands have been cured by sodoine. r_PlSO_L, URF. FO'? I«4! j»thm. SeM TMtN fd"hr drquUtie 1 N I ON —y* •Srfras-.-tVsifeiJ -mmr 1