G THE COLUMBIAN, BLOOMSBURG, PA. oiNi'l.tnsu rnu pane X. nla?o, nnil all the evening In her arm thair close to the fire, unJ never ces any cmo but her own people, her com plexion matters rery little. "She ha. the handsomest suite of rooms in tho hotel. My bedroom Is la aide hen, the sweetest room all bine satin and white Uce white enamelled furniture, looking glasses on every wall, till I know my pert little profile us I never knew It before. The room was really meant for Lady Ducayne'i dressing room, but she ordered one of the bine satin coaches to be arranged as s bed for me the prettiest little bed which I can wheel near the windows on sonny mornings, as it is on castors and easily moved about. I feel as if Lady Dncayno was a fanny old grandmother, who had suddenly appeared in my life, vary, rery rich, and very, very kind. "She is not at all exacting. I read aloud to her a good deal, and she dozes and noils as I read. Sometimes I hear bet moaning in her sleep as if she had ironblesome dreams. When she is tired of my reading ehe orders Francine, her maid, to read a Frenoh novel to her, and I hear her chuckle and moan now and then, as if she were more interested m those works than in Dickens or Scott 3Iy French is not good enough to fol ow Francine, who reads very quickly, lady Ducayne often tells me to run 4-way and amuse myself ; I roam about i ho bills for hours. Everything is so i'orely. I lose myself in olive woods, kiways climbing up and up towurds tho pine woods above, and above the inos there are the snow mountains that just disclose their white peaks above the dark hills. Oh, you poor dear, how can I ever make you understand what this place is iko yon, whose poor, tired eyes have 'wly the opposite side of Beresford Street! Sometimes I go no farther than rttm terrace in front of the hotel, which 'a favorite lounging place with every tedy. The gardens lie below, and the tennis courts where I sometimes play with a very nice girl, the only person in thai hotel with whom I have made friends. She is a year older than I, md has come to Cap Ferrino with her Wot her, a doctor or a medical student, who is going to be a doctor. He passed xis M.B. exam, at Edinburgh just be an they If ft home, Lotta told me. 3m came to Italy entirely on his sister's ceonnt. She had a troublesome chest attack last summer, and was ordered to winter abroad; quite alone in the voarld, and so fond of each other. It is ry nice for me to have such a friend Lotta. She is thoroughly respocta jta. I can't help using that word, for ama of the girls in this hotel go on in way thnt I know you would shudder iL Lotta was brought up by an aunt, loop down in the country, and knows iardly anything about life. Her brother won't allow her to read a novel, French w English, that he has not read and Approved. "'He treats me like a child,' she -old me, 'but I don't mind, for it's nice o know somebody loves mo, and cares Jxrat what I do, and even about my iioughts. ' "Perhaps this is what makes some prla so eager to marry the want of me one strong and brave and honest od true to care for them and order bem about. I want no one, mother -iarling, for I have you, and you are all vb world to me. No husband could am come between us two. If I ever were to marry he would have only the LADY DUCAYNE." ond place in my heart. But I don't nppose I shall ever marry, or even -now what it is like to have an offer t marriage. No young man can afford i marry a penniless girl nowadays. ..afe is too expensive. "Mr. Stafford, Lotta's brother, is -ery clever, and very kind. He thinks t is rather hard for me to have to live ith such an old woman as Ludy Du ryne, but then he does not know how joorwe are you and I and what a wonderful life thi seeing to ine in this .bveJy place. I feel a selfish wretch or enjoying all my luxuries, while you. who want them so much more tha. I, javo none of them hardly know what ,hey are like do you, dearest? for my uamp of a fittiier began to go to lao Jogs soon after you were married, iiil -u then life has been all trouble cad iAre and struggle for you." This letter was written when Bella ludbeeu less than a month at Cap For- m, before the novelty had worn off i-ae landscape, and before the pleasure of luxurious surroundings had begun, to i.oy. She wrote to her mother every ek, such long letter as girlo who tava lived in cloet companionship vtxux a moiuer alone can write ; letters jat are like a diary of heart and miad. wrote gaily always, but wbcu the iW year began Mrs. liolleston thoagSit m detected a note ot melaucholy cadior .,4 those lively details about the p i&ce ,ud the people. "My poor girl is getting homesick," tho thought. "Her heart is in Beres ird Street." It might be that she missed her new Jjriead and companion, LotU Stafford, who had gone with her brother fo a little tour to GeiiOit and Six.z.:U, nui! as far ns Pisa. They were tr return bofore February; but in the moan time Bella might naturally feci very solit iry among all those strangers, whose limn ners aud doings she described so well. CHAPTER IV. The mother's instinct had been true. Bella was not so happy as she had Iven in that first flush of wonder and delight which followed the change fiom Wal worth to the Riviera. Somehow, she knew not how, lassitude had crept upon her. She no longor loved to climb the hills, no longer flourished her orange stick in sheer gladness of heart as her light feet skipped over the rough ground and the coarse grss on the mountain side. The odor of rosemary and thyme, the fresh breath of the sea. no longer filled her with rapture. She thought of Beresford Street and her mother's face with a sick longing. They were so far so far awnyl And thon she thought of Lady Ducayne, sitting by the heaped up olive logs in the over neat ed salon thought of that weazened, nutcracker profile, and those gleaming eyes, with an invincible horror. Visitors at the hotel had told her thnt the air of Cape Ferrino was relaxing better suited to age than to youth, to sickness than to health. No doubt it was so. She was not so well as she had been at Walworth; but she told herself that she was suffering only from the pain of separation from the dear com panion of her girlhood, the mother who had been nurse, sister, friend, flatterer, all things in this world to her. She had Bhed many tears over the parting, had spent many a melancholy hour on the marble terrace with yearning eye look ing westward, and with her heart's de sire a thousand miles away. She was sitting in her favorite spot, an angle at the eastern end of the ter race, a quiet little nook sheltered by orange trees when she heard a couple of Riviera habitues talking in the garden bolow. They were sitting on a bench against the wall. She had no idea of listening to their talk, till the sound of Lady Ducayne' name attracted her, and thtn she lis toned without any thought of wrong do ing. They were talking no secrets just casually disaussing an hotel ac quaintance. They were two elderly people whom Bella only knew by tight. An English clergyman who had wintered abroud for half his lifetime; a stout, comfortable well-to-do spinster, whose chronic bronchitis obliged her to migrate anuu ally. "I have met her about Italy for the last ten years." said the lady; "but have never found out her real age." "I put her down at a hundred not a year less," replied the parson. "Her reminiscences all go back to the Regen cy. She was evidently then in her zen ith; and I have heard her say things that showed she was in Parisian society when the First Empire was at its best before Josephine was divorced." "She doesn't talk much now?-' does she. "No; there's not much life left in her. Sho is wise in keepiug herself secluded. I only wonder that old quack, her Ital ian doctor, didn't finish her off years ago." "I should think it must be the other way, and that he keeps her alive." "My dear Miss Manders, do you think foreign quackery ever kept anybody alive?" "Well, there she is and she never goes anywhere without him. He most certainly has an unpleasant counte nance." "Unpleasant," echoed the parson, "I don't believe the foul fiend himself can boat him in ugliness. I pity that poor young woman who has to live between old Lady Ducayne and that Dr. Parra vicini." "But the old lady is good to her com panions." "No doubt. She is very free with her cush; the servants call her good Lady Ducayne. She is a withered old female Cceaus, and knows she will never get through her money, and doesn't relish tho idea of other people enjoying it when she's in her coffin. People who live to be as old as she is become slav ishly attached to life. I dare Bay she's generous to those poor girls but she can't make them bappy. They die in her service." "Don't say that, Mr. Carton; I know that one poor girl died at Mentone last spring." "Yes, and another poor girl died in Rome taree years ago. I was there at the time. Good Lady Ducayne left her therein an English family. The girl had every comfort. The old woman was very liberal to her but site died. 1 tell you, Miss Manders, it is not good for any young woman to live with two such horrors as Lady Ducayne and Pur ravicini. They talked of other things but Bulla hardly heard them. She sat mo tionless, and a cold wind seemed to come down upon her from the moun tains and to creep up to her from the sua, till she shivered as she sat there in the sunshine, in the shelter of the orange trees in the midst of all that bounty and sunshine. Yes, they were uncanny, certainly, the pair of the she so like an aristocrt ic witch in her withered old age ; he of no particular age, with a face that was more like a waxen mask than any hu man countenance Bella had ever seen. What did it mean? Old age is venera ble, and worthy of reverence; and Ldy Uucayne had neon very kind to her. Dr. Pcirravicini was a harmless, inoffensive student, who seldom looked up from the book that he was reading. lie had his private sitting room, where he made experiments in chemistry aud natural science perhaps in alchemy. Whut could it matter to Bella? H had always been polite to her, in his far oil way. She could not bo more happi ly placed than she wai in this palatini hotel with this rich old lady. No doubt she missed the young Eng lish girl who had been so friendly, and it might be th.it she missed the girl's brother, for Mr. Stafford had talked to her a groat deal had interested him self in the books she was reading, and her manner of amusing hersulf when she was not on duty, "You must come to onr little salon when you are 'off,' as the hospital nurses call it, and we can have .some music. No doubt yon play and singf upon which Bella had to own with a blush of shame that she had forgotten how to play the piano ages ago. "Mother and I used to sing duets sometimes between the lights, without accompaniment," she said, and the tears came into her eyes as she thought of the humble room, the half hour's re- Til f n Frntn wrrlr f lia aAtwint matilnA standing where a piano ought to have I been, and her mother's plaiutiye voice, so sweet, so true, so dear. Sometimes she found herself wonder- "WITH TTARSrXO ETE3 LOOKING WESTWARD." ing whether she would see that beloved mother again. Strange forebodings came into her mind. She was angry with herself for giving way to melan choly thoughts. CHAPTER One day Bella questioned Lvly Du cayne's French ninid about those two companions who had died within throe years. "They were poor, feeble creature'.'' Francine told her. "They looked fresh and bright enough when they came to Miladi; but they at9 too much, and they were lazy. They died of luxury and idleness. They had nothing to do; end so they took to it ncying things; fancy ing the air didn't suit them, and they couldn't sleep. "I sleep well enough, bnt I have had a strange dream several times since I have been in Italy." "Ah, yon had better not begin to think about dreams, or yon will bo lika those other girls. They were dreamers and they dreamt themselves into the cemetery." The dream troubled her a little, not because it was a ghastly or frightening dream, but on account of sensations which she had never felt before in sleep a whirring of wheels that went round in her brain, a great noise like a whirlwind, but rhythmical like the ticking of a gigantic clock; and then in tho midst of this uproar at of winds and waves she seemed to sink into a gulf of unconsciousness, out of sleep into far deeper sleep total extinction. And then, after that blank interval, there had come the sound of voices, and then again the whirr of wheels, louder and and once more the blank and then she knew no more till morning, when she awoke, feeling languid and op pressed. She told Dr. Parravicini of her dream one day, on the only occasion when eh wanted his professional advice. She had suffered rather severely from the mos qui toes before Christmas and had been almost frightened at finding a wound upon her arm which she could only at tribute to the venomous sting of one of these torturers. He put on his glasses and scrutinized the angry mark on the round, white arm, as Bella stood before him and Lady Ducayne, with her sleeve rolled up to her elbow. "Yes, that's rather more than a joke," he said ; "he has caught you on the top of a vein. What a vampire I But there's no harm done, signorina, noth ing that a little dressing of mine won't heal. You must ulways show me any bite of this nature. It might be dan gerous if neglected. These creatures feed on poison and disseminate it." "And to think that such tiny creat urea can bite like this," said Bella; "my arm looks as if it had been cut by a knife." "If I were to show you a mosquito's sting under my microscope you wouldn't be surprisod at that," replied Parravi cini. Bella had to put up with the mosquito bites, even when they came on the top of a vein, and produced that ugly wound. The wound recurred now and then at longish intervals, and Bella found Dr. Parravicini's dressing a speedy cure. If bo were the quack hU enemies called him, he had at least a light hand and a delicate touch in pertorming this small operation. "Bella Rolleston to Mrs. Rolleslon. April Hth. "Ever Dearest, Behold the check for my second quarter's salary live and twenty pounds. There is no pinch off u whole tenor for a year's commission aj there was last time, so it is all for you, mother, dear. I have plenty of pocket money in hand from the cash I brought away with me, when you insisted on my keeping more than I wanted. It isn't possible to spend money here ex cept on occasional tipj to servants, or sous to beggars and children unless one had lots to spend, for everything one would like to buy tortoise shell, coral, lace is so ridiculously dear that only a millionaire ought to look at it. Italy is a dream of beauty; but for shopping, give me Nowington Cause way. TO SI CmTINDBD. CH KA V CONSERVATORIES. Winter Window Transformed Into a Veritable Fairyland. There I No Krium Why Every Horn Should Not l'lnva Mowers How to Make au Invullil's Itoom Cheery and Attractive. llcr house, she says, is no bigger than a minute, with a dining-room window opening on a (series of clean but ugly backyards, where neighbors will hang out their Monday wnsb, so she consult ed a nice florist around the corner. The suggestion wns to put off the disngree nblo view by on arrangement of plants, and tho bill must needs be extremely modest. This Is whnt the florist did for the small conslderat ion of $8 : He took out the lower simh of tho window entirely and fastened outside the sill adeep sino box, measuring 2V4 feet on all sides. It was supported by iron bracket on tho outside wall beneath tho window and then with four squares of skylight glops, the sort thnt is near an inch thick and a cloudy pnle green In tint, he put a slanting roof nnd sides over the eino box, reaching from its outer edges to the bottom of the window's upper sash. This done, the box was filled with earth and planted with cheap hardy ferns, lterided down with lycopodium and given color and f ragnuice by adding a few mignonette nnd cyclamen plant. It was when finished an ideal little conservatory, thnt she framed in by drnwing the Blinde down to a level with the lower end of the top sush and loop ing bock her white lace curtains. Through the heavy ghiKH the autumn sun shines with just sufllcient energy to keep the plants in good health and tho proper temperature. Its proud owner satisfies her horticultural taRtes by spraying the leaves once every 4 hours from a florist's bulb. All day the cool green noolc and the heavy glass chut oft the bock yards effectually and at night the drawn shade shelters the sensitive plants from artificial light. There is no reason on the whole why every city or couutry house in winter, she thinks, should not hnve one such window box to every living room. The chief exjiense is their building, for the zinc box nnd gla.n are the costly items, but a clever brother or husband can put them together in the proper shape, and FOR AN INVALID'S ROOM. the hardy ferns, lycopodium, etc., colt very little at any florist's; a dollar and a half well laid out will plant the box fully, not to reckon on the inestimable value such a corner of growing flowers is to any room in the winter. Itchanges the whole uspect of things, and so wide ly has she recommended her plan that the littlo florist round the corner has more orders for whiter boxes than he can All. Tho prettiest little conservatory built in a long time was made for a semi invulid who is very fond of flowers and tried to experiment with orchids and palms. One long window of her bed room she had cleared of sash and blinds nnd a circular shelf or bow window built out from the Bill on brackets about three feet long aud three wide. Then in a wooden frame she had the open window inclosed like a bay, glazed with regular window glass. The materials and carpenter's work cost her $15, and when it was finished she began to buy any orchids, large or small, that could thrive indoors. Her purchases ran chiefly to cattleyus and the yellow butterfly variety, that as healthy plants in boxes cost her from 73 cents to twice that sum. 'These she hung by cords of varying length from the roof of her conservatory, and for $3 apiece she bought a half dozen small rubber plants and thriving little palms. You can scarcely picture the brilliant beauty of that recess when the orchids began to bloom. Theu bung a cloud of the loveliest lavender and yellow over the greenery below like u glimpse into fuiryluud through the lace curtains. This conservatory is large enough for one person to stand In. It cost, the plants included, about $25. and is a bight like Katishaw's elbow a lovely sight that her friends cniue miles to see. She wisely chose the orchids le cause, when health)' plants.t hey require less care than any others, bloom more readily, their flowers lust longer, nnd .if their boxes are wisely enriched at intervals will last without othbr notice from season to season. "On the whole," said the little florist convincingly, "I see no reason why every woman should not have at least a window box in her home for the winter, for if she is not lucky nt flowers, any florist will send a skillfi.l man to put her plants in order every four weeks, charging her 50 cents fur the pro fessional visit, not u big price to pay for something more ornamental in the loii run than the costliest bric-a-brac" Su LouiB Republic. Onion as a Perfume. In Tortary onions, leeks and garlio are regarded aa perfumes. A Tortary lady will make herself agreeable by rubbing a piece of fresh-cut onion oa her bauds and over her couutenanoe HEASIJX9 Walter Baker & Co.'s Breakfast Cocoa. a cup. Be sure that yon get the ftenulae article made by WALTFR flAKER 4 CO. Ltd., Dorchtrter, Mais. Established 170. ALEXANDER BROTHERS & CO. DEALERS IN Cigars, Tobacco, Candies, Fruits and Nuts SOLE AGENTS FOR Henry Mail lard's Fine Candies. Freeh Every Week. 3?s-iri7 a oo:ds .a. Specialty, SOLE AGENTS FOR F. F. Adams & Co's Fine Cut Chewing Tobacco Sole agents tor the following brands of Cigars' Henry Clay, Loairos, Normal, Indian FrincoEs, Samson, Silver Ash Bloomsburg Pa. Pri&jJ Iow knd Good Worit. For the finest and best stoves, tinware, roofinjr, spouting and general job work, go to W. W. Watts, on Iron street. Buildings heated by steam, hot air or hot water in a satisfac tory manner. Sanitary Plumbing a specially. I have the exclusive control of the Thatcher steam, hot water and hot air heaters lor this territory, which is acknowl edged to be the best heater on the market. All work guaran teed. W. W. WATTS, IRON STREET. SHOES We buy right and sell right. OUR SUCCESS IS BASED ON THIS FACT. Honest trading has won us hosts of cuftoiuers but we want more. We are selling good shoes, so good you ought to see them. Drop in and we will make it pay you. Co?.::es Iron and Main Sts. W. Hs FlOOrC IF YOU ARE IN NEED OF CARPET, MATTING, or OIX CJLOTII, YOU WILL FIND A NICE LINE AT w. m. 2nd Door above Court IIousc. A large lot of Window Curtains in stock. HOW TO QUIET THE BABY. The Ueet Way In toOaody Shut Off un In fant Itreath. Au Infallible method for quieting a crying baby probably will ne-cr be discovered. Boom entirely new nxstbods have re cently been Introduced In some of the New York hospitals which prove suc cessful In a larger percentage of cases than the old-fusbloucd ways. The new elentlDc method for quiet ing crying babies proceeds, ujkhi nn entirely new principle. It disregards the cnuiio or source of Irritation, but on tlx; other hand tiles to train the baby to practise self-control. Tint scientific method is based upon the tlx-ory that tho average baby la stroug enough to control Itself in nil but enses of very severe illness. It l, Incidentally,' very much more dlgnl lied tuil entails fur less effort than the attempts most people make to quiet their children. The old plnus of try ing to catch the baby's attention by standing on one's bead and by similar violent methods are quite discarded. Instead, as soon as the child cries the nurse catches It up, and, holding it gently, places her hand over Its mouth and nose so that It cannot breathe. The crying will obviously noon como to a stop. The hand need not be held very tightly over the face, flnce the object Is merely to produco a slight smothering. As soon as the crying ceases the hand is removed. If tho crying recommences, as it is very likely to do, the same operation Is In stantly repeated. This Is continued until tho baby Imagines that tho more or loss painful stoppages of the breath tire caused by Its own efforts to scream. 'As soon as it grasps this idea it Is core ful to keep quiet. It Is claimed that tho plan works like a clmrni, and that wonderful self-control Is exhibited by Infants treated in this way, even when less tlin three nioutha old. New York jWorld. Cascarets stimulate liver, kidney) and bowels. Never sicken, weaken or gripe, toe. 4-i-iy l-'UK USIIVli Because it is absolutely pure. Because it is not made by the so-called Dutch Process in which chemicals are used. Because beans of the finest quality are used. Because it is made by a method which preserves unimpaired the exquisite natural flavor and odor of the beans. Because it is the most economical, costing less than one cent Itloomsburg. Pa. NVSMT SHOES Humor of Thieves After Robbing a Man They Mado Him Dance a Jig. Max Mai, a New York jeweler, was waiting the other night at Elizabeth, N. J.f for a New York train, and, having plenty of time on his hands, purchased a cigar and started for a little walk toward Newark. Mai had walked to the outskirts of the city aad turned to retrace his steps when two men hailed him and asked for a match. The jeweler handed out a match sale, and, seeing the men had nothing to smoke, asked what they wanted matches for. "Oh, you'll furnish the smoke," said one of the men, and an tnstant later Mai felt his arms gripped, and he was in the clutches of a strong man. While one robber held him the other inspected his pockets and took all he could find ; then he made Mai take off his coat and hat and hold up his hands. Some one in a house near by began to play a dance tune, and one of the men suggested to Mai to dance a little. The New Yorker complied, and while he danced an old fashioned breakdown the robbers applauded. Finally Mai got tired, and, looking around, found he was alone. Ihe highwaymen had made good theu escape. Mai hurried to the city and gave the police a description of the two men, but it is not likely they will be captured. New York Journal. 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