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HEARTSEASE.
Is there place beneath the moon
<julte from care and grief Immune?
Tell me; where doth heartsease grow ?
I should dearly love to know—
This the herb that poets say
Drives all sadness far away.
He who Its s» eet juices sips
daughter dwells upon his lips.
To all sorrow, grief and woe
Heartsease is the deadly foe.
Some allege that such herbs be
In a place called Aready—
Lying somewhere toward the east.
{Metes and bounds there's not the least
Sign or mark In all the books
So he'll find whoe'er that looks.
Thither traveling in vain quest
Many souls have thought to rest.
Twice ten thousand maids and men
Faring far have come again.
Saying that nowhere there lies
Such a place beneath the skies.
One I knew, a youth! full fair,
All his manners debonair,
Who for heartsease far and wide
Traversed plain and mountain side.
He returning, came at length
Stripped of all his youth and strength.
Now that face once summer-bright
Cheerless looked as winter's night.
This report ho gave to me:
"There's no place called Arcady.
Heartsease can nowhere be found;
I have searched the world around.
If It can, I'm sure that I
Will not find it till I die."
Now. maybe if he had stayed
Close beneath his native shade
And had never willed to roam
Heartsease had been found at home.
—Chicago Record.
| A CLEW BY WIRE I
' : S Or, An Interrupted Current. 5;
H BY HOWARD M. YOST.
•5 Copyright, 1896, by JB. Lippincott Co. 5;
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CHAPTER XIII.
A groom was sent to Twincburgh for
a doctor. This was contrary to Mr.
Morley's wish. lie insisted that a doc
tor was not necessary, and it was only
(o appease the anxiety of his daughter
that he finally consented to see a med
ical man.
Hut all the daughter's • entreaties
could not move him togo to bed. He
lay down on the couch in the library,
and Florence sat beside him, holding
one of his hands. 1 left them thus to
gether and went outside.
Before I left the man's voice had re
sumed much of its usual vigor. For
one who had seemed to be as near col
lapse as he, strength returned very rap
idly.
.Notwithstanding my pit}' for Flor
ence, there was great pride and joy in
my heart. The sweetest girl in the
world was mine. All troubles, mys
teries, the heart-sickness of the past
year, seemed petty and trivial beside
this thought. Mr. Morley had given
ihis consent to our marriage; indeed,
it was an absolute command.
The scene under the trees came back
to me, and I couldiiiot repress a shudder
as I thought of the father's horrible
premonitions and the overwhelming ef
fect produced by them.
I walked about the grounds or re
clined on one of the many seats scat
tered around, determined to await the
doctor's arrival. My mind would con
stantly revert to the secret trouble
which was so evident and powerful a
factor in Mr. Morley's life; and what it
was that could so affect a gentleman of
his standing and wealth furnished me
matter for speculation. The great
motive and influence in the father's life,
1 knew, was his love for his only child.
Therefore it seemed that the hidden
trouble must arise from some sorrow or
danger which threatened Florence.
The thought caused me considerable
uneasiness.
I had not realized how morbidly
sensitive the robbery had made me, un
til now. All the unfatliomed events and
incidents which had l occurred during
the two days I had been here seemed in
some indefinable way connected with
the affair, or the result of it.
The doctor arrived much sooner than
I had expected. Indeed, the idea of
giving medical advice to a great man
like Mr. Morley was incentive strong
enough to cause a country physician to
kill his horse in the endeavor to reach
the patient as quickly as possible.
After quite a time spent over Mr. Mor
ley, the doctor stepped out on the
porch, and, drawing on bis gloves, de
layed his departure to answer a few
questions which Florence, who had fol
lowed, put to him. It was impossible
for the worthy physician to conceal
wholly his sense of importance, al
though he tried to appear as though it
was by no means an unusual thing to be
found administering potions to mil
lionaires.
Florence anxiously listened to his
words of advice, and then withdrew. I
had some hope of speaking to her, but
she only bestowed on me a sad, sweat
smile, which told of her love fop me
as well as her anxiety for the father,
and with that I had to be content.
Aa the doctor was returning immedi
ately to Twineburgh, I proposed to ac
company him. lie expressed his pleas
ure in having a companion, and I
climbed into the carriage beside him.
I was anxious to tell Sonntag of the
murderous attack upon me. On the
way, finding the worthy doctor willing
to answer questions, I was soon pos
sessed of his opinion of my lawyer and
.igtnt. This opinion was a very high
one.
Sonntag seemed to have the elements
of popularity in him. But there was
something about the old fellow I did
not understand; there seemed to be a
great unknown depth to him beyond
the mere fact that he was a country
lawyer and my agent. Nevertheless,
I felt that he was to be trusted. I felt
eafe in his hands. My own opinion be
ing so heartily corroborated by the doc
tor mad° me all the more satisfied.
But lb) trust and confidence in the
old lawyer soon received a shock.
When we arrived at Sonntag's office
I sprang from the buggy, and, after
thanking the doctor, walked up to the
door. Sonntag was walking back and
forth with his hands btliiar him ear
nestly conversing with some one In
side. There was also a rear door to th*;
lawyer's office. A man was standing
near this door, and when 1 entered the
office he quickly stepped out; not fio
quickly, however, but that I caught a
glimpse of his face. It was Hunter, or
Skinner, as you please.
The thought of the treaofcery he had
been guilty of toward her in whose pay
he was came to me and inflamed me
with sudden and uncontrollable anger.
Uttering an expletive, under the spur
of a strong impulse, I made a spring for
him. Out through the door 1 followed
him, and down through the yard. He
had too much the start, however, and
was over a high board fence at the bot
tom of the yard before I could come up
to him.
I retraced my pteps to the lawyer's
office. The old fellow was standing in
the door and seemed to have been high
ly diverted by witnessing the chase,
judging by his face.
"The rascal! the villain!" I ex
claimed, pushing past the lawyer into
the office and sinking down, panting
for breath. "If ever I get my hand on
him, I'll wring his neck!"
Sonntag closed the door and then
turned toward me. "What have you
against him?" he asked.
I recounted the shooting incident,
to which Sonntag listened with a whim
sical expression.
"H'm! And he shot at you when you
called him Skinner, eh?" he remarked,
when I had finished. "Must be some
thing in his former life; butthen—well,
it's strange, certainly. Why, I always
address him as Skinner, and he never
attempted to shoot mc; indeed, he
never seemed to notice."
"Then it is evident his attempt to
shoot me was not for my calling him
by his right name. See here, Mr. Sonn
tag," I continued, earnesly, "do you
suppose he is in any way concerned in
the cellar affair?"
"Who, Skinner? Oood gracious, no!
that is, I can't say, but I think not."
"What were you talking to him
about?" I asked, eying the old fellow
with some impatience, for the more I
conversed with him the less I could un
derstand him.
"Oh, about a matter of freight," my
agent replied, indifferently.
"It was trivial, then?"
"Yes, yes, of no importance what
ever."
"Mr. Sonntag, it is from no wish to
know the subject of your conversation
with that wretch of a Skinner that I
ask the question. But I happened to
see you just before I entered the office,
and I am a trifle curious to know if you
usually speak as earnestly on unimpor
tant topics as you evidently did to him."
The lawyer regarded me a moment.
He seemd to be debating some question
in his mind.
"Was I earnest?" he finally inquired.
"Everything about me seems to be
mysterious!" I exclaimed, piqued to
impatience at his wholly dodging my
question. "There's one mystery that
will be cleared up soon, however," I
added, decidedly.
"Yes? And that is—"
"The cellar mystery."
Sonntag again cautioned me against
being too precipitate.
"Then give me some good reason for
your caution!" I exclaimed. "It's get
ting monotonous following people's ad
vice without having a reason for so
doing. I'll do so no more. I have half
a notion to get out of the place. Ever
since my arirva!, petty trivial circum
stances have harassed me and kept
me in an irritable mood."
"Well, maybe it would be best for
you to visit some of your friends in
town," Sonntag said, reflectively, "if
only for a few days."
"No, sir. I have no friends, and your
seeming desire to have me away makes
me the more determined to stay. But
a course of supineness is done with.
Now I'll take the reins, and see whafls
to be made out of the driving."
"Just as you please about that, of
I course, Mr. Conway. But Ido beg of
you, and it is for your own interests I
speak, delay the attempt to enter the
cellar until to-morrow."
"Why?" I curtly asked.
"You'll know in the morning," my
lawyer replied, with a smile.
"I may be dead by that time," I re
plied. "Certainly if I must be the tar
get for every assassin's bullet, my
coffin might as well be ordered now."
Saying which, I took my own pistol
from my pocket. "You see that? Well,
it means that after this I'll be as handy
with a pistol as others are."
Mr. Sonntag eyed me rather sus
piciously, as though not at all certain
but that I would level the weapon at
him.
"Those things are dangerous, Mr.
Conway, and are liable togo off without
warning," he remarked, dryly, after I
had returned the pistol to my pocket.
"Yes, I know that. And if there
should be occasion for it togo off in my
hand, you may be sure it will be for
the purpose of hitting something. I
believe my peace is threatened, if not
my life. How do I know but what that
cellar under my room has been used,
maybe is being used, for some criminal
purpose? If that is true, my arrival
in Nelsonville and taking up my abode
right in the midst of hidden crime
would naturally prevent any contin
uance of operations, and endanger the
secret. I believe that attempts are
being made to cause me to leave; if
mysterious demonstrations cannot ac
complish it by frightening me, then
the purpose is to remove me by death."
"There may be something in what
you say," Sonntag remarked, ufter a
moment's thought. "But promise me
you will not attempt to shoot the sta
tion agent," he added, with deep ear
nestness.
"What? Make no defense against
his cowardly attacks?" I exclaimed, in
amazement at my lawyer's request.
"He will not repeat it, you may be
sure. At least promise to defer re
taliation until to-morrow."
"And get shot in the meantime!"
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, MAY 19, 1898.
"No. I suid it would not happen
again."
"Just let me get my hands on him.
I'll choke the life out of him," was the
only reply I made.
"Oh, yes; that's all right. Choke him
all you want to, but please, Air. (?bn
way, no shooting. I don't mind tell
ing you that any headstrong course on
jour part may upset a few well-laid
plans for your own good, which give
promise now of fruitful results. Wait
until to-morrow. You shall know all
then, I promise you."
It is impossible to convey by words
the seriousness of my lawyer's manner
in making these remarks.
When I was conversing with Mr.
Sonntag there was something about
him which compelled me to feel trust
and confidence, notwithstanding his
many sayings bearing on some secret
purpose which he was so careful not
to reveal.
"Well, I give up trying to make you
out," I said, after considering his
words and being impressed by thern.
"You certainly are the most inexplica
ble specimen of a country lawyer.
Who are you, anyhow?"
"Your lawyer and agent, and, Mr.
Conway, let me add, in sincerity, your
friend.'"
Somehow I could not but believe him
at the tiime. His words carried convic
tion.
"Pardon me for seeming imperti
nent," Sonntag said, as he accompanied
me to the door, "but have you seen Miss
Morley since your arrival?"
"Yes."
"And everything is all right?"
"Yes."
"You intend marrying her?"
"I have her father's consent."
"Ah! I congratulate you."
Sonntag extended his hand and
smiled. Ilut the smile died away imme
diately, and the expression which fol
lowed strangely disturbed me. Was it
sorrow? For what? Or was it pity?
Surely not pity for me!
I weu.t from the office resolved to fol
low my lawyer's advice just this once.
To-morrow was not far distant, and I
would know all then. Wondering very
much what this all would prove to be, I
started on my five-mile walk homeward.
Fortunately, I encountered Sarah,
who had driven to Twineburgli to do
some trading, and who was just climb
ing into her wagon as I came up.
"Hello, Sarah," I called, as she was
about to take up the lines. "V/ill you
give me a lift?"
She looked around in surprise, then
expressed her pleasure at seeing me
again as I climbed tip beside her.
As we were crossing the track at Sid
ington, I was considerably surprised to
Wua it reaLly the fuce of Horace JackaonP
see the station agent at work on the
platform handling some freight. The
fellow really seemed to be übiquitous.
I had encountered him in Nelsonville,
.in Sonntag's office, and now again at
the station attending to his duties.
His back was toward us and he did
not notice the wagon and its occupants.
Sarah pulled up the team at my re
quest and I climbed down from the
wagon. I was curious to note again
what effect my presence would have on
the fellow. When I had moved some
distance from the team (for I did not
propose to endanger Sarah's life in
case he took it into, his head to fire at
me again), placing my hand on my re
volver as it rested in my pocket, I
called to him:
"nello, there! I say, you, Skinner!"
The fellow dropped the truck handles
and turned quickly. Then he fled swift
ly along the platform toward the door
of the station house, through which he
bolted.
But I was not watching him. ITis
flight and the manner of it was per
ceived simply because his form was in
the line of vision.
It was upon the bow-window in the
telegraph office that my gaze was fixed.
For, at my hail, a face had appeared at
that window, and then was quickly
withdrawn.
Did my sight deceive me, or was it
really the face of Horace Jackson?
Following a natural impulse, I
sprang upon the pla'tform and went to
the door. It was locked. Then I tried
the door leading into the ladies' wait
ing-room, but that was also locked.
I walked around the place a few times
and peered into each window, but no
one was to be seen.
It was 110 surprise that the fellow
Skinner should wish to avoid me, but
if the other face I had seen belonged to
Jackson, why should he desire to hide
from me?
Probably Jackson, having heard that
I was residing at Nelsonville, and know
ing that I must therefore have met
Florence Morley and have been in
formed by her of his contemptible man
ner of trying to win her, thought it
best not to meet me.
If he wished to avoid me he was at
liberty to do so. It was a trivial circum
stance, at any rate, and so I left the
platform and climbed back upon the
wagon.
"Vlint for he run so?" inquired Sarah,
as she drove on.
"Oh, I have a little account to settle
with him, and he la afraid of tn« 1
suppose," I replied.
"Der vas anoder man too—in de vii>-
der," she continued.
"You saw him, then. Yes. I thought
there was. But I couldn't find either
of thc»n, and the doors were all locked."
Sarah was much puzzled at the oc
currence, and made numerous remarks
and asked many questions in the en
deavor to obtain more light; but I did
not gratify her curiosity and answered
ony iu monosyllables.
My mind was in even a greater whirl
of perplexity than my old nurse's.
Why had Skinner tried to shoot me,
and why, after thus showing some pow
erful animosity toward me, should he
now appear such a craven that he fled,
evidently in great fear, from my pres
ence? What was the.fellow's real intent
and purpose in engaging himself to
Florence as a detective? Was he really
a detective?
Jackson had recommended him to
Florence. What bond existed between
Jackson and Skinner? And, moreover,
who was Sonntag? These three men
seemed somehow strangely connected
with mcv Mfe, but how and to what end?
"Sarah, do you know anything about
Mr. Sonntag?" I finally asked.
"Ach, yes. He is your lawyer, ain't
he?"
"Yes, yes. But do you know anything
about him? He has not been in Twine
burgh very long, has he?"
"No. Aboud six months, ne is a
very nice man, and a goot von, too,"
Sarah replied, convincingly.
"That seems to be the general opin
ion regarding him. Do you know any
thing about the station agent?"
"I ton't know nodding aboud him."
"He came here about the same time
that Sonntag did, I believe."
"Yes, I guess so."
"Sarah," I began, again, after a
pause, "can your husband be relied up
on to face danger?"
"Danger?"
"Yes. Don't be alarmed; I don't
know of any; but supposing some sud
den danger arose before him, would he
have the courage to meet it?"
"Yes, if I vas with him," was Sarah's
reply.
"When you are with him?"
"Yes. I ton't know, if lie vas alone,
bud he fight de devil if I am py him."
I could not restrain a burst of laugh
ter at the idea of the great powerful
farmer being courageous only in his
wife's presence. Sarah joined heart
ily in my merriment, and remarked
that her husband could be relied upon
to do just what she desired.
"Well, then, can you and Jake come
over to Nelsonville to-morrow morn
ing early and help me dig a way into
the cellar?" I asked, again becoming
serious.
"Sure we can," Sarah replied, ex
citedly.
"And bring a crowbar along, and a
sledge-hammer, if you have them. If
we cannot cut tlie thick beams in the
floor of my room, we may be able to
dig through the foundation wall. This
is the last night I will spend in the old
house with the mystery of the cellar
remaining unsolved, if there is any
mystery at all."
[TO BE CONTINUED.I
PLAYED BY SECOND VIOLIN.
Iniprumptn Serenade Dcllßlitu tlie
People of 11 Lake Front Home.
On the North side, in the shadow of
one of the fine residences close to the
lake front, a couple of Italians were
standing, one of them with a violin in
his bands and the other holding a harp.
They were playing one of the popular
waltz tunes of the day, and as the win
dows of the house were opened to the
summer night the strains of the music
floated into where the occupants were
seated. While the waltz was still in
the midst of its swing, a tall man, in a
long cloak enveloping him, and a silk
hat on his head, came around the cor
ner. He paused for a moment , and then
going over to where the Italians were
standing, he produced one dollar and
said to the men: "Let me play them a
serenade. I play second violin down
town."
In his hands the tall man carried a
violin case. It was only a minute's
work for him to get his violin out, and
he laid it to his cheek and began to
play, nis long right arm, with a won
derfully swift, smooth sweep, coursed
up and down the strings with the fly
ing bow, and the music leaped from the
magic shell and fled away into the
nigliit. Higher and higher the echoes
rose, the heavy chords of the G string
mingling with the shrill wailings of the
high notes, and the very air around and
about the player seemed charged with
melody.
In the house the people at first spoke
questioningly, and then sat mute, fear
ing to lose a note of the m.arve.lous flow
of melody. The music ceased, the peo
ple rushed to the front door and down
this steps. But the tall violinist had
hurriedly thrust his fiddle inrto its case
and was striding around the corner be
fore they could catch a glimpse of his
face. They gave the two Italians a lib
eral remembrance before they left, and
days after they learned the name, the
famous name, of their midnight ser
enader. And they will not forget at all
—not in all time—the music they heard
that night from the second violin. —Chi-
cago Chronicle.
More Thnn Conlil Slsnd.
"Jorkins brol- e his engagement with
Miss Ivoveleigh."
"Was he justified?"
"Yes, he found out that her mother
was one of xhese women who
travel without taking a bird cage
along."—Chicago Hecord.
llolh Were lunornnt.
"Gobang's wife does not know what
he suspects about her."
"No. And he does not suspect what
she knows about him."—N. Y. Truth.
No Wonder.
"They had a quarrel."
"About what?"
'■' lie guessed hex age."—Town Topics.
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Tlie Cool Retort of a Witty Girl to
Her Com place n I Fiancee Sets
111 into Thiuklu([.
Among weddings slated for the near fu
ture is that of a clever young lawyer who
has just won for his bride a charmin" girl to
whose heart he had long laid siege, 'liie law
yer is not without a certain amount of good
opinion regarding himself, and particularly
prides himself on being rather a favorite
among girls of his acquaintance. Nearly a
year ago he first sought the hand of the
Di ide to be, but she demurred. A few
months later he met with a second refusal,
but determined to make one more effort.
By this time the young woman had come to
regard him with a good deal of esteem. This
feeling grew in warmth, and so, when, a
week or so ago, he once more urged his suit,
she said the word which made hitn the hap
piest man in town.
"And you will be mine?" he asked.
"Yes.'
"It seems too good to be true. When shall
the wedding take place?"
"I—l don't know."
"There is no use in putting it off."
"No," she answered. "1 think not."
The young lawyer named a day preposter
ously close at hand, and after some liesita
tion his charmer agreed.
"I knew that you would realize that you
would be happier with me than without me,"
he suggested, with just a hint of triumph in
his tone.
Perhaps the girl concluded that this wae
as good a time as any to take him down a
peg or two, for she replied very coolly:
Yes, Ido realize it now. You see, pape
is out of town on business a good deal, so thai
mamma, auntv and I are often quite alone
I have thought it all over and have come tc
the conclusion that it would be ever so much
safer to have a man in the house all the
time."
The accepted lover gasped in astonishment
for a moment, but then, seeing a twinkle in
his adored one's eye, forgave her on the spot.
On the way home, however, he voted that hit
future wife would be a dangerous customer
in repartee.—Chicago Chronicle.
Ironical Ifs.
If manners make the man that explain!
•ome men's undone condition.
If a man is ruled by his feelings he is apt
to travel in a zigzag course.
If riches didn t have wings there would b«
fewer flyers in the stock market.
If a man could only see himself as others
see him he wouldn't say a word about it.
If a man thinks life isn't worth living he
can very easily find a way to give it tip.
If the saloons were open on election day
it might be possible to poll a full vote.
If Eve hadn't been forbidden to eat that
apple the chances are it wouldn't have hap
pened.—Chicago Evening News.
At tlie Keerptioll.
Mrs. Sliarpe—Excuse me, Mrs. Upp
by; but your —your—
Mrs. Uppby (who has on one of her
husband's neckties) —Oh, what is itV Is
anything wrong with me'.'
"Yes; I believe your —your belt has
got up around your neck." —Judge.
Tliu Bicycle lild It.
Miss Countrycousin—What are all
those badges that woman wears?
Mrs. Wheeler—Each one represents a
century.
"Gracious! She doesn't look to be
forty!"— Jewelers' Weekly.
A Cnre.
Author—l am trouhled with insomnia. ]
lie awake at night hour after hour thinking
about my literary work.
His Friend—How very foolish of you!
Why don't you get up and read portions o(
it?— Boston Traveler.
A Hound of I'leaanrc.
Belle —How would you like to enjoy a cen
tury of bliss?
Bettie —Oh, I have, you know. Will and
I enjoyed one last summer, on his tandem.
—Yonkers Statesman.
Platonic love is a sort of prologue to the
real thing.—Chicago News.
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