6 THE WORTH OF A SMILE. The thing that goes the farthest toward making Ill's worth while, "That costs the least, and does the most, is Just a pleasant smile. The smile that bubbles lrom a heart that lovts its fellow men Will drive away the clouds of gloom and coax the sun again. It's full of worth, and goodness, too, with manly kindness blent— It's worth a million dollars, and it doesn't cost a cent. There Is no room for sadness when we see a cheery smile— Xt always has the same good look—it's never out of style- It nerves us onto try again, when failure makes us blue; The dimples of encouragement ara good for me and you Xt pays a higher interest, for it is merely lent— It's worth a million dollars, and it doesn't cost a cent. A. smile comes very easy—you can wrinkle up with cheer A hundred timi s before you can squeeze out a soggy tear. Xt ripples out, moreover, to the heart strings that will tug, And always leaves an echo that is very like a hug. So. smile away. Folks understand what by a smile is meant. It's worth a million dollars, and it doesn't cost a cent. —Baltimore American. HARR^ STILL HUC^ AR D3 Copyright, 1599, by J. B. Llpplncott Com pany. All rights reserved. CHAPTER IV.— CONTINUED. The woman gasped and pressed her band to her throat, but with a des perate effort she controlled herself. "Where is she?" He hesitated while he studied the blue smoke curling up from the ciga rette. Shaking off the ashes, he said, At length: "I have her in good hands." Their •yes met. "And you mean for me to under stand, I suppose, that you will retain possession of her until I assent to your plans?" Again he was silent for A moment. "Yes, that is about the way the mat ter stands." There was a long and painful pause, during which the wom an seemed to struggle with some pow erful emotion. She arose and ap proached him, one hand in the bosom of her dress, the other clasped until ixer nails sank in the flesh. "You told me that you—to try and g-et—your mother interested —in her grandchild." Her voice was strained And barely audible. "Yes," said he,"l think I did tell ;jou that." •"Well?" '"I lied! I took her only to control ■you. My mother has never seen her; and,"he continued, slowly, "never will, if I can prevent it." "Inhuman wretch!" The exclama tion was little more than a gasp. "From your standpoint—yes." "Ah," she whispered, "the infamy! the infamy of it!" She hesitated a moment, turned, and, gliding to the door with a movement of incredible •wiftness, locked it and placed the key in her pocket. "Now," she said, ■returning towards him, her face trans rfigured by the intensity of her ex citement, "now, Raymond Holbin, what is the settlement you propose?" He retained his position, a half smile upon his face. "You will have no trouble for the future," he said; "you belong to the tragic stage." "You trifle sir. The settlement! the settlement!" "I propose to marry my mother's «tepdaughter," he said, quietly. "Her •father is on his last legs, and he will tequeath to her all of his property ■upon the condition that she accepts •me as her husband on or before her twenty-first birthday. From this oney I propose to provide liberally you and your child, with the un derstanding that you are to remain Abroad. The fact is, I may run over to see j-ou occasionally, Louise—after All, you are the only woman I ever cared for. This lily bride awaiting me Is out of my class entirely—high flown, romantic and inexperienced. Imagine me with such a woman, Louise." He laughed lightly. "Really, if you Are in search of revenge for fancied injuries, you will get it when you pic ture me in my new role." "And by this marriage," said the ■woman, standing over him, "you place it beyond your power to marry me, AS you have promised during all these years—you abandon your child to a life of wretchedness." Her breath came hard and trembling. "She need never know—no one need know. And where ignorance is bliss It is folly to be otherwise." "Let me hear it all," she said; "let me know the alternative. If I goto this mother or to this lily bride, as you call her, and tell her of my child And my wrongs, what then?" "My mother would have the serv- Ants put you out of the house, and my bride would probably have me put out. But it would not avail 3-011 any thing—nor her. Under the will my mother would still be the heir. The bride would lose her fortune and her bridegroom, and you—would lose your ch i Id." ■"That is all?" she asked—"there is nothing more?" "Nothing." Her mood seemed to change. "Will you favor ine with a cigarette?" He laughed, evidently relieved. "Why, certainly! Getting into jour old habits? Fact- is, Louise, that is the only natural thing I have heard from you since I entered. Come, now, light up and be sensible. You know what I think of j'ou. All will work •tit right, and, as the stories say, 'we may be happy yet.' " She lit her cigarette by his, and, leaning against tlie center table, took one or two whiffs, letting the smoke escape slowly from between her curv ing lips. "There is one fatal defect in your plan," she said, at length. "Yes? What Is that?" "You —do not leave—the mother a chanee. You forget that lam a mother as well as a woman." "1 do not understand." "You will, though. Either way, as you put it to me, 1113* child's life is for ever blasted; there is the defect." He looked somewhat curiously up in her face. The smoke was now coming from her lips in rapid puffs; she cast asidethecigarette. "Ishallnot assent." The words were a mere whisper. She continued, with growing emotion: "Raymond, I have been j'our slave; that is ended now. From this moment, if you live, you shall obey me!" "If I live!" "If you live! Do you suppose that T am to stand by and see my child's life destroyed by you! I have listened to yotij: excuses; I have temporized, hop ing against hope that yon would make good your promises; I have accepted your explanation for my child's sake —and to-day 1 know 3 011 have lived a lie through it all; that you had not then, nor ever have had, any intention to make me your wife. The time has come for me to act. Sit here by this table and address a note to the cfc'rk of the hotel directing him to register Ra3*- mond Holbin and wife in room 28! Here is pen, ink and paper!" "Are you insane?" he cried, rising, angr3' and amazed. "Yes; totally so! Insane enough to kill you." Then she deliberately leveled a pistol at him. "Sit down and write! I leave this room with an acknowl edgment from you in the hands of a witness, a wife —or a murderess. I did it once, Raymond; I can doit again. I killed a man for you last night!" As she uttered this confession her face grew pale as death, the pistol was low ered, and she stood shivering in abject terror. "You have not heard of it?" she whispered. "Are not the papers full of it?" Her form, which had been erect, seemed to shrink; she looked over her shoulder towards the door, listening. The man strode forward and wrenched the weapon from her cold hand. Then he forced her into a chair. "Louise! Louise!" lu» groaned; and then in awe he said: "Insane!" She made 110 resistance. A tide of memories had swept over the new issues. "No," she moaned, "not yet. Would to God I were! Y'ou do not believe me, Raymond. Listen. I found out where 3'ou were stopping in the cil3*. I found the street and number. 1 had de termined togo in and bring the horrid uncertainty to an end, for 3-011 had not answered 013- letter —you had not come!" "But you did not go in!" he said, ter rified. "Surel3", 3'ou did not—" "No. I walked by again and again. I went around to the side street and looked into the garden; but I said: 'I will see him first; Ra3 - mond cannot mean to be so base!' Still 3'ou did not come. Will you believe it,l went back at night, hoping to see you? I could not sta3 - here alone in this room—l slipped out! Two men entered that gate, and one of them I would have sworn was you. I followed and saw them enter the wing room. While I waited there, wondering if 3011 would appear again—it was but a few min utes. I think—one of the men came from the wing-room, passed me, and, going out, locked the gate. I was a prisoner, for the fence was tall with spikes of iron. Then I went and stood under the window, thinking the room was 3'ours, and I might attract your attention; and I heard your voice and a woman's in there—" "It is a lie —a lie! tie room belongs to Frances. I was not in the city." "Frances? Who is Frances? But no matter, the 3' were there all night; and I, crazed and abandoned, wept and raged outside." "You are simply daft, Louise; 3'ou don't know what you are saying." "They were there, I tell 3011. Once a match was struck, and I could hear a woman pleading; and —there I was, l3'ing upon the ground, the window just out of m 3' reach. Then I found myself climbing the ivy and clinging to the shutters; and I saw you sitting there, this woman with curl 3' golden hair kneeling in her night dress before you, her hand upon your shoulder, saj-ing good-b3' to her lover while she held a lighted match above his face—" "Louise, this is unbearable!" Hol bin was beside himself. "I thrust your pistol between the shutters, took aim at you and fired; my aim was true; the man fell for ward into the darkness, and I back upon the wet grass. Look! See the stains of the crushed ivy! see the soil upon the gown! see the blistered hands! look at j-our pistol! The ham mer is upon an empty shell! I got up and ran for the gate, but a man was entering and his carriage stood opposite. Crouching in the slirubber3', I saw him come back"—her voice sank to a whisper—"w r ith a dead man in his arms. I got here—how, I do not know—and locked m3'self in. When you came I thought it was 3'our spirit. What will they do with me? Will thej' lock me in gaol? Will they hang me? Why don't 3'ou speak to me. Raymond? Why do 3-011 look at me that way? Raymond! Ra3 - mond!—I did not know what I was doing! I was insane, jealous! I had lost my child—oh, they ought to know that, Raymond, before they judge me too harshly. Raymond, Raymond, answer me —answer!" He mastered his emo tion by a powerful effort. "You have had 3'our revenge!" he said, hoarsety, his lips parting in a soundless laugh. "The shot went to the mark!" He sank in his chair by the table and gazed helplessly upon her agitated face, his thoughts else where. "Hut I do not understand," she said. CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, MAY 16, 1 9 01. "My reveng-e, if you were not the man—" "Why, it is Incredible!" he cried, an grily. "Give me the key! the key! the key! Quick! the clock is striking ten—the key!" "You will not give me up, Raymond —the mother of your child!—you will not —" "Ah—no, no, Louise. You are safe while I live. Quick! the key!" She gave it to him, and, passing out, he said, sternly: "Stay here! Don't let your face be seen outside this door. Change your dress, remove every stain upon it, and be ready to leave the city at a moment's notice. Courage! I will save you if I can." As he stepped into the hallway he muttered to him self: "Now for the will! Long live the nightmare! and yet—" lie added, pausing in doubt: "Suppose it were true?" He unbreached the pistol. "One cartridge is gone! the muzzle stains my finger! Louise! Louise—" He turned, locked the door and van ished. "The woman in 25,"he said to the clerk, "has escaped from an asylum. Keep a watch in her hall until I re turn. and let no one enter." "We thought so," said the function ary behind the desk. CHAPTER V. Facing the sun on the same morn ing which broke through the length ened slumbers of Louise in the Rich mond hotel, an old man sat in an in valid chair. Everything that wealth could provide for his comfort, every thing demanded by convention, sur rounded him. No one would ever say, looking in upon the appointments of his house, that the sick man lacked anything that loving sympathy and tender solicitude could suggest. The deep velvet carpet gave back no sound under the feet of those who moved around him; curtains of damask and lace softened the too direct rays of light which entered the long windows across the balcony; bits of landscape and color relieved the wide expanse of wall; and flowers lent freshness and fragrance to the soft spring air sparingly admitted. The old man was haggard from loss of rest and from apprehension. His qnce florid face was pallid and the cheeks sunken. His eyes shone with an unnatural brilliancy. One need n«t, have been a skilled physi cian to have detected the fact that death's seal was upon that pale face and shrunken frame. The tiny spark of life might glimmer in its socket for days, weeks, even months; it would never again send up a clear and steady blaze. Within the same room several peo ple had gathered, controlled by varied sentiments. Dr. Brodnar was there, [sl Lj mj MWI 1 "I AM AT LOSS. MADAM, TO ACCOUNT FOR HIS LACK OF IMPROVEMENT." his massive frame bent above the sick man, his eyes everywhere. Pulse, respiration, temperature, were pa tiently ascertained, and with unsat isfactory results, evidently, for the doctor's face was a tell-tale. Once or twice his eyes rested upon a tall woman in black who moved slowly about, the invalid, touching his hands and forehead, admonishing him gen tly, and keeping watch upon the physician's actions with a singular in tentness. This woman was of marked per sonality. Her iron-gray hair was brushed back smoothly from a broad, low forehead, her black eyes were well sunk under dark brows and lashes, but flashed indolently from time to time when she was speak ing. The small, straight, relentless mouth and aquiline nose gave a note of severity to her face. Her charm, it is likely, had existed in the con tour and coloring of that face, and in a certain easy self-reliance, or consciousness of power. Just now her face was inscrutably placid. She spoke only in tones so low as to be audible but a short distance. Across the room a girl stood looking idly, dreamily, from a casement win dow into the trees. She was slender, with a mass of reddish, golden curls gathered back and fallen over her shoulders. The profile revealed birth and refinement, and suggested nobil ity, high purpose and innate purity. There was a wistful tenderness about her mouth and a soft radiance in her blue-gray eyes when from time to time she turned towards the group gath ered about. the sick man. "I am at a loss, madam," the doctor was saying, "to account for his lack of improvement. There seems to be nothing organically wrong, and yet the nerve centers are totally inactive." He picked up several medicine bottles and examined them, testing their con tents by smell and sight. The tall woman's eyes met his. "Hepassed a restless night," she said, ♦aving her hands upon the sick man's forehead. "There was considerable confusion in the city, and some one just before daylight fired a pistol near the house. This gave him a fearful shock." "There is much excitement in Rich mond over the secession movement," said Brodnar. "and the police are fa* too few ror these What hav* you given him during the night?" "I want my daughter to be present," said the sick man. fretfully; "I want her to hear the wall read before I sign it, doctor." "I am here, papa," said the girl, com ing slowly forward and standing quiet ly near him. He looked into her long and intently, his own softening. "I would suggest," said the doctor, rising and addressing the elder wom an, "that we leave them alone for a few moments; he seems a trifle bright er just now." She fixed her black eyes upon him steadily, and a slight smile moved the hard lines of her mouth. "It would not do. Frances is excit able, and excitement is contagious." "But I am sure, madam —!" "It is useless, sir. He relies upon me, and is nervous if I leave him for even a minute." Her white hand fell in rhyth mic monotony upon the invalid's fore head. Presently he reached up impa* tiently and pushed it away; but. wait ing a moment, she resumed hercuress ings, and he made no further resist ance. "I want my daughter to hear it read," he said, querulously, leverting to * thought unspoken. "Oh, I would not let her do that, sir," said Brodnar. "You will not permit that, madam!" "She shall hear it," said the woman, • "It pleases him; and he has a good ob« ject in it, I am sure." [To Be Continued.] TOO FOND OF WORKMEN. Whj a Drttluli Columbia Clerjfy 111aA Wa* Forced to Ileslffu Ilia Pulpit. T!ie resignation of Rev. John Irvine, rector of the Anglican church of St. Michael's, the most important congre gation in the suburb of Mount Pleas ant, B. C., has created somewhat of a sensation in ecclesiastical and also in social circles throughout that city, says the San Francisco Bulletin. Mr. Irvine has been rector of St. Michael's for eight years and by his zeal a«d energy has built it up from a struggling little mission to a pros perous parish of 400 members. Under such circumstances and the further fact that Mr. Irvine is still under 40 and is particularly acceptable as a preacher, the request of the vestry that he resign created tremendous surprise. A clew to the real cause was found in the comp'.aint of several .of his more fashionable parishioners to the lord bishop of the diocese to the effect that the rector had committed the unpar donable social sin of shaking hands with a workingman returning home in a street car, and had then offered his hand to a society lady, also a member of his flock. Of course, the lady re fused the clerical hand thus polluted by touching the hand of the fellow worshiper, both in the car and after church on Sunday morning, when the episode was practically repeated. The critics of the rector expected to see the church emptied. But, on the contrary, it was crowded to the doors at every service. In that section of the city live the employes of a large sugar refinery and of two mills. For | tha broader culture of these men Par son Irvine had established working men's clubs for reading and debating. He threw open to them every evening the jfcirish schoolroom, where they were invited to read papers and maga zines provided, to play chess and other games, and were urged to bring their pipes along and be comfortable. Then the rector built, out of his own pocket, on the parish property, a small gym nasium, fairly well equipped,and,being himself an athlete, he gave instructions to those desiring it in fencing and boxing. All these performances fil'.ed the church, caused the rector to be adored by the \vorkingmen and scandalized the fashionable folk in the congrega tion. They are looking now for a likely young man who will preach, but not practice the doctrine of religious equality. As for Ren. Mr. Irvine, he is going to minister to a little mission church at Port Moody, where he an ticipates there will be less fashion and more Christianity. Entitled to Three Flngcra, Clement Scott, the dramatic critic used to be a clerk in the war office in his young days, and even now is in touch with men and matters military, says a correspondent of the Washing ton Post. A capital story, says he, is told of an officer now on Lord Roberts' staff. This officer is noted for hisready wit and power of repartee. Early in his car«er he went to India, when he was ordered to proceed to South Africa. On his arrival there he found that he was to be attached, to the staff of the then commander-in-chief, as camp, and he learned, casually, that the chief's new military secretary was a man who thought no small beer of himself. A big function was held soon aiter the officers' arrival, and the secretary, with a due sense of his own importance, proceeded to exhibit his contempt for all subalterns. When the new aid-de-camp arrived the secre tary gave him a supercilious stare, and then gingerly offered two fingers to shake. Nothing daunted the sub. looked at him for a nwment, and then said,quite genially: "Oh, I say, major, hang it all, jo\i know, the governor gives me three!" A Tallies* Carr?age, Also. The Groom —Begorra! 'I Here's wan great advantage about th' autymo bile, sor. Employer—What's that, Barney? "Yez kin rub it down widout bein' swished in tli' face be its tail two siconds."—Puclc. He Will lie No Tool. The sharper a man is the harder it u to make a tool of him.—Chicago Daily Mews. All manner of extravagant expressions are possible when a woman's nerves are overwrought. The spasm at the top of the wind pipe or bronchial tubes, "ball rising in the throat," violent beating of the heart, laughing and crying by turns, muscular spasms (throwing the arms about), frightened by the most insignificant occur rences —are all symptoms of a hysterical condition and se rious derangement of the female organs. Any female complaint may produce hysterics, which must be regarded as a svmptom only. The cause, however, yields quickly to Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Com pound, which acts at once upon the organ afflicted and the nerve centers, dispelling effectually all those distressing symptoms. Mrs. Lewis Says: •• I Feel Like a New Person, Physically and rientally." " DEAR MRS. PINKHAM : —I wish to speak a good word for Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound. For years I had ovarian trouble and suffered everything from nervousness, severe headache, and pain in back and abdomen. I had consulted different physicians, but decided to try your medicine, and I soon found it was giving me much relief. I con tinued its use and now am feeling like a new person, physically and mentally, and am glad to add one more testimonial to the value of your remedy MRS. M. H. LEWIS, 2108 Valentine Ave., Tremont, New York, N. Y. Writing to Mrs. Pinkham is the quickest and surest way • to get the right advice about all female troubles. Her ad dress is Lynn, Mass. She advises women free. 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(iriffith, of Newark, has just received news of the finding on the coast of Norway of a message in closed in a bottle which she cast into the Atlantic ocean nearly nine years ago while on her way from England to America. Miss Griffith is the daughter of Thomas W. Griffith, a well-known insurance man of New ark. One dayin September, 1892, while returning from Europe, she wrote on an English telegraph blank form a message to W. U. l'yington, a mem ber of her party. In addition to the message she wrote: "Miss Ada I. (iriffith.Mount Prospect avenue. New ark, N. J., will pay two dollars for the return of this telegram." The bottle containing the message was cast overboard at what was judged to be the middle of the ocean. The in cident was forgotten. A few days ago Miss Griffith received a letter con taining the original telegram. It. is said that the bottle had been picked up by a poor fisherman. Your neighbors abuse you for one of these two tilings: you are silly about sending for a doctor every time the baby sneezes, or you don't send soon enough, because you are too miserly.—Atchison Globe. One reason the very young think the 7 have a great many friends is that they never need any.—Atchison Globe. A brave retreat may show greater cour* age than a foolhardy advance.— Lam's Horn for the TEETH and BREATH New Size SOZODOHT LIQUID ... 25c New Patent Box SOZODONT POWDER . . 25s Large LIQUID and POWDER ... 75c At the Stores or by Mail, postpaid, for the Price. A Dentist's Opinion : "As an antiseptic and hygienic mouthwash, and for the caro and preservation of the teeth and gums. I cordially recommend Sozodont. I consider it the ideal dentilrice for chddren's use. " [Namo of writer upon application.] HALL & RUCKEU NEW YORK. The Irlnli of It. One of the city physicians tells an amusing story about a charity paties:t, an old Irish woman who sent hitn a hurrv-up call. He found her suffering from nothing more se rious than a severe cold, and prescribed ac cordingly. Two days later when he dropped into see how she was getting along the old lady was sitting up *n an easy chair, her head wrapped in a camphor-saturated cloth. "Well, how are you feeling to-day, moth er?" he asked. "Much better, praise th' saints," was the fervent reply. "Shure you're a foine docthor. If I'd a-sint fer ye befoorhand Oi'd niver been sick at all, at all."—Detroit free Press. Aeeimtomeri to Them. "Do you know, Willie, what a horrible example is?" said the fond mother. "Yes," said the schoolboy, with a frown; 'I never saw any other kind."—Vonkera •Statesman. Try Grnin-O! Try Crain-O! Ask your grocer to-day to show you a pack age of GRAIN-O. the new food drink that takes the place of coffee. The children may drink it without injury as well as the adult. All who try it, like it. GRAIN-0 has that rich seal brown of Moeha or Java, but it is made from pure grains, and the most deli cate stomach receives it without distress. the price of coffee. 15c. and 2octs. per package. Sold by all grocers. It Would Seem So. Hix —Has your friend Wederly a hobby? Dix—W eil, I wouldn't call it a hobby. It's more like insanity. "How's that?" "lie's been married five times."—Chicago .Daily News. Stop lookin' fer trouble an' happincssll look fer you.—lrving Bacheller.
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