6 THE TEMPLE IN THE TWILIGHT. The lyric of the timid thrush That tills the star-gemmed arc JK. hymn Is, after which the hush Of dusk, and then the dark. The fragrant garden blossoms bright. That waver to and fro, Are censers from which, through the night. The winds sweet Incense blow. The moon, the sister of the sun. Who lifts a face so pale In worship, Is a patient nun. Half hidden in her veil. And I—a wanderer am I, Who, turning from my way. Have entered in this Temple by The bright door of the day. Alone and free of every care, I linger here, and long My lips move in sweet words of prayer After the evening song. —Frederic P. Sherman, in N. Y. Independ ent. | A CLEW BY WIRE j Or, An Interrupted Current. S; 1 BY HOWARD M. YOST. 5; Copyright, 1896, by J. B. Lippincott Co. 3; ilwJuww.MA CHAPTER XVI. —CONTINUED. Now I certainly had received no mes sage from Florence. If one had been Bent me it must have been either dur ing my first visit to the cellar or during my trip to Sidington, and therefore I had missed it. "Yes, I have heard that they have met again. Much good may it do them!" Jackson responded with a sneer. Then he went on:"And since you found my hiding-place, perhaps you'll tell me what you expect to gain by coming to It? Have you arrived at your right senses again?" "I have," came the answer. "Oh, then you agree to give your daughter to me. 1 thought you would come to time." "No, a thousand times no! I have come to have an accounting from you." "Accounting? From me? For what, I wonder?" Jackson asked, with indo lence. "You have broken our solemn agree ment. You have removed not only your share of what remains, but also mine. Restore it, and you will not be injured, although we can never again resume our compact. Refuse to do so, and I will crush j'ou." "Oh, ho, you will, will you? now?" asked Jackson, in derisive tones. "By denouncing you," Mr. Morley re plied, sternly. "Now, that is useless and foolish talk. Let us reason, as between two business men," said Jackson, assuming a confi dential style. "I want to marry your daughter. At first you kept promising me that I should do so. All through the five years of patient waiting for an op portunity to tup the vault, you kept me to the job by that promise. Lately you refuse to fulfill your promise, and yet you now talk to me of breaking our agreement. Give me your daughter. You know she would be influenced by your wish." "It cannot be." 'And why not? I know she doesn't like me, but I love her and want her more than anything on earth. She'll do as you tell her; you know that. Come, I'll give up not only your share of what remains, but all my own. lam rich now, and don't need it." "And who made you rich?" "Oh, you did. I don't deny it; and 1 you have my thanks," replied Jackson, in mocking- tones. "That last deal in which we were on opposite sides hap pened to turn my way, and I got the pile you dropped. That's my luck. I can give her as luxurious a home as she has had. Come, old man, be rea sonable." "Never. You cannot have her. She despises you, and her likes and dis likes have more weight with me than anything- you could offer. Thank God, she will marry a better man than either you or me." "Oh, she will! Not while I live. No. «he shall marry no one if not me," Jack eon exclaimed, in rage. "And you thought that removing the 6tolen bonds to sorue secret hiding place of your own and thereby depriving me of my share would compel me to ac cede to your demand for my daugh ter's hand?" asked Mr. Morley, in great ecorn. "Partly that. There was another rea son, too. I had an idea that some one was on our track, and it was my pur pose to throw proof on the one who was universally considered the guilty party In case it became too hot for us." "Too hot for you," quietly interposed Mr. Morley. "No, for us. Do you suppose I have been such a fool as to place myself so completely in your power that my safe ty should depend on your whim? Not much! If lam found out, be sure you go down with me, in spite of your hig-h standing and incorruptible honor." Jackson hissed out these words with venom. "Tliis> conversation is fruitless. We will ch-tuye it," remarked Mr. Morley, In tones wherein great «Jort at self control was evident. "New, restore my portion of the bonds, and you have my word that I will not molest you. Ke fuse, and I'll grind you down in the dirt, where you belong." "Bluff! all bluff!" exclaimed Jack son, with a derisive laugh. "There was a time when I was afraid of you, but not now, not now. You've been so very kind as to tell what you'll do; now let me have my say. You'll give me your daughter, or I will denounce you. Yon know I can do it. I hold absolute proofs which will astonish the world, you bet. Don't answer just yet. Think over what I am saying. I know well I must fall when you do. My showing you up necessarily includes that. But you are such a senseless old fool in re fusing- me your daughter that it would \>c a pleasure to show you up. Besides, I do love Florence, and if I can't) have her I don't care what happens to me." There must have been something in Mr. Morley after this speech which dis turbed Jackson, for he gave vent to a nervous laugh and backed away, so that I could not see him. "Now, don't act like a fool, old man, and do anything—" Refore Jackson could finish a pistol shot rang out. This was immediately followed by two other reports. Mr. Morley had evi dently missed the first time, and his second shot sounded simultaneously with Jackson's return fire. Then Mr. Morley staggered before the passageway. His arms were upraised, and the hands worked convulsively. He made a great effort to speak, but no £<sund came from his lips, except a deep groan asi he fell forward) full length. And there he lay, motionless, his face resting on the hard floor. In a moment Jackson was bending over him. The look of horror, of fear, of dread in his face as he arose from beside the prostrate body told a tale of murder. With nervous haste he picked up the papers which had fallen from his hand, and. throwing a hasty glance around, seized the lantern and entered the pas sageway, intent on instant flight. Too horrified to think what course to pursue, I backed away from the door and took a position near the stairs. Jackson entered the cook-house cel lar, and, placing the lantern upon the floor, closed the door. Then he turned and peered about. The start he gave and the alarm on his face told me I was discovered. He had his pistol still in his hand, and started to raise hisarm. "No, no," I cried; "keep that hand down!" He saw I had him covered with my revolver, and he obeyed my com mand for the moment. Rut I knew that he was a desperate man and would not hesitate to throw his life away in the endeavor to escape. Therefore I hastily followed up the advantage. "You'll throw that pistol to me," I continued. "Instantly, you damned villain, you murderer, or, as sure as Heaven-—" But my words were interrupted. ITe h;id backed up against the door, his eyes staring fixedly at me. There was a movement of his arm, and I was about to pull the trigg-er to forestall his pur pose of firing at me, when a report sounded out from behind him, as he leaned against the wall and door, and with a loud cry he sprang forward, eame down all in a heap, rolled over on his back, and lay there, dead—dead, and by his own murderous device for guard ing his hiding place. Hurried footsteps were crossing the room above, and I hastily took up a new position of defense. "Stop!" I yelled, as the feet began to descend. "The stairs are covered by my pistol." There was a pause, and a hurried con sultation upr 1 the landing. "Is that you diown there, Mr. Con way?" inquired a voice which I recog nized. "Yes, it is; and, as I do not know whether you are an enemy or a friend, Mr. Sonntag, I guess I won't run any risk. You'd better stay up. You have me in your power, penned up here in this hole; but if I've got to die some one else g-oes with me." Again there was a hurried conversa tion in low tones between Sonntag and some other party, who I surmised was Skinner. "Perhaps you will not object to my approach, Nelson," a v.oice called out as a second pair of leg« came down. "We are all friends, true friends," it continued. There was something so familiar in the sound of the voice that I hesitated in again uttering a remonstrance. "We are all friends," the man said again, as his head reached below the level of the floor. Dim though the light was upon the stairs, I recognized him immediately, and with a loud call sprang toward him. "Mr. Perry! Oh, thank God, you have come!" I stepped unthinkingly on the plank at the bottom, and he came down to me and grasped my hand. "Don't mind that. It cannot hurt you," I remarked, as the warning voice again sounded out, just as though its services were longer needed. "I know, it cannot," Mr. Perry re marked, with a smile. Here Sonntag and another man brushed by us, and went to Jackson's prostrate body. "Will you look here, sir?" Sonntag called, motioning for Mr. Perry to ap proach. "My God! It is Jackson! ITow terri ble! Is he dead? Who did it?" asked Mr. Perry, glancing up at me. "Were you compelled to shoot him, Nelson?" "No, I am thankful that no man's blood is on my hands. Although I came very near shooting him." Then I explained how Jackson had been killed. I told nothing about Mr. Morley's connection with the affair. They listened intently, and then Sonn tag, carrying a jimmy, went to the door. "Will you two stand to one side?" Sonntag called out. "That shooting ap paratus might go off again in getting the door open." The bundle of papers which had fallen from the dead man's grasp was picked up by Sonntag's companion and handed by him to Mr. Perry. Then the man turned to me, and, bestowing a smile upon me at the astonishment he evidently saw depicted on my face, went to Sonntag's assistance. No wonder I was amazed. For the man was he who had played such a treacherous game upon Florence, had tried to shoot me, and had escaped my wrath a few minutes before—Skinner, the station agent at Siding-ton. "Ah, here is some of it, Nelson —some of the stolen bonds!" Mr. Perry ex claimed, in excitement. "Perhaps we may recover all of them. I don't sup pose there is any hope of getting back the money," he continued, with a sigh. "Oh, well, the bonds stolen amounted to $500,000. If we get them back, it will be something." Then he hurriedly stepped over near CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, JUNE 9, 1898. the door to watch Sonntag and Skin ner, leaving me to my thoughts. I'oor Florence! My lieurt was rent when 1 pictured her grief. And my promise to Mr. Morley that she should never hear anything against her fa ther to cause a diminution of her love and respect—how was I to keep that promise, when the father lay there in j onder room, shot to death by his part ner, his tool, his pupil in crime? llere another pistol-report sounded, followed by an exclamation of satisfac tion from Sonntag, for immediately the door swung open. "Now, then, Mr. Conway, you can investigate this mystery," he said, com ing toward me. While Mr. Perry and Skinner were en gaged in searching for the cause of the voice and the pistol-shots, Sonntag spoke in low, earnest tones: "Where is the man who came down after you?" he asked. 1 pointed toward the inner apart ment. "What, did Jackson lock him up there? llow did he succeed —" Then he paused, and, holding the lantern higher, gazed thoughtfully in my face. "Dead, too? You don't mean to tell me!" I nodded my head. "Lord Almighty!" Sonntag ex claimed, and then turned slowly from me and joined the two at the door. "Mr. Conway, come here," Mr. Perry called to me. "See," he said, when I came up, "hore is the voice." On one side of the door was a wooden box, in which was a phonograph. "You observe this wire," began Skin ner. "It is attached to the instrument, and runs down seemingly in the ground. Now I'll go and °tep on the plank and see if the wire is not moved and the phonograph set a-going." He uid so, and a clock-work arrangement was set in motion which communicated with the instrument. "Let us see what pulls the wire," said Mr. Perry. We went over to the plank, and saw that Skinner had raised it so we could look underneath. There was a steel spring under one end, which was com pressed when a weight was put upon the plank. The compression operated a lever which pulled the wire attached to it. The wire ran through an iron pipe under the stones toward the phono graph, the other end being fastened to the clock apparatus as we had already seen. An arrangement like that which oper ates the phonograph was also used for 81l eye* •Taring' fixedly at m». the revolver, which was fixed above it, the muzzle pointing to the small hole in the mortar between two stones. The spring', however, which caused the ex plosion of the pistol, was fastened 011 the inner side of the door, and so ar ranged that either a pressure on the door or an adverse force compressed it. My leaning the weight of my hand against the door when I had stooped down to peer into the hole had operated the spring, as had Jackson's body when he backed from me. "Clever rascal, that Jackson, and a patient one," remarked Sonntag. "Then you know he robbed the bank?" I asked. "Oh, 3 - es, we knew it, and have known it for some time," Sonntag said, dryly. "Then why was he not arrested ?" I continued. "Well, we wanted to recover the prop erty also. lie had it hidden around his hunting-lodge somewhere, we were quite sure, but he was too cunning for us, and we could not discover where it was. Then yesterday you told me of the walled-up cellar, and I knew I had him." "From what you tell me now, and what I have heretofore thought of your peculiar ways, I suppose I am right in surmising that you are a detective," I said. "Yes, I am a detective," he quietly re sponded. "And your name is not Sonntag?" "No. Wilson is my name. It was eimply a stroke of chance that made me your lawyer and agent for a short time. It was necessary to be present here, and the death of vour former agent came most opportunely." "So then Jackson never suspected you ?" "No. At least I believe not." "And how did you come to suspect Jackson?" I asked, curiously. "By looking up his record." "Why, was he a regular criminal?" "No. Not until he robbed the bank. He used to be in the employ of a large safe manufactory as an expert 011 locks. When we found that out we were cer tain he was the man in the bank who could open the lock, when the time piece. wj\s off, without knowing the combination." Did the detectives know of Mr. Mor ley's connection with the affair? If not, I could easily keep secret what I knew. "And you think Jackson was alone in the affair ?" I asked, with a view to ascertaining how much Son.itag, or Wilson, knew. lie cast upon me one of his whimsical looks, and after a pause replied: "At first it seemed quite certain there was some one sonnected with Jackson in the affair. Hut now I find there was not." Here Skinner, who had been listening to our conversation, glanced quickly up at Wilson, and I saw soma signal flashed between the two. "And what may your name be? Are you a detective, too?" I asked of Skin ner. "Yes," he replied, simply, "I am a detective and Skinner is my name." "Why did you try to shoot me?" "I didn't. I fired in the air. Still, I did want you to think 1 did. It was for two purposes: One, to frighten you away until this affair was settled; an other, to make you really down on me. You see, Jackson at last seemed to suspect me, and I thought if I could show him you were terribly down on me it would put me all the clostt- fin his confidence." "Oh, you succeeded In making him believe you were his friend?" I re marked. "Worked the pal racket on him, eh?" "As much as I could." "Then you really were not treacher ous to your contract with Miss Mor ley ?" "Good God, no. Who could play false to her?" Skinner exclaimed, in such convincing tones that I was satisfied. Here Mr. Perry broke in. "Your name will come out resplendent, Nel son, when the whole truth is known, and we will take care that it be known that you allowed yourself to be made a martyr of, by enduring the suspicion for the sake of aiding the search for the real robbers. Now then, come, gen tlemen. Let us go into the other place." [TO BE CONTINUED.] AN ANECDOTE OF MEILHAC. llow lie Clione an Heir at a I'arty (ilven h.v Mmc. I'd/./1. To finish with an anecdote about Meilhac. Two years ago he lost his best friend, M. Paul Poirson, whom he had made his residuary legatee. Meilhac was much affected by his death, and it was sometime before he could recover from the Iblow. A few months later on he became firmly attached to M. Gander ax, with whom he collaborated a com edy for the Francais. One evening while at a party given by Mma. Pozzi, he found himself by the side of M. Ganderax, to whom he ab ruptly said: "My dear Ganderax, since Foirson is dead, will you be my heir?" Surprised at this proposal, M. Ganderax could not dissemble his confusion. "But my dear friend," replied Grandax, "you are not dying yet, and I can't see why you should think of your testa ment. At all events, you must have old er friends than myself." Meilhac re joined: "That has nothing to do with it. I simply ask you, yes or no, will you consent to become my heir?" Ganderax 'held out his hand an answered: "In that case, my dear Meilhac, I may con sider that, in speaking thus to me, you ask me if I will be your best friend. I therefore willingly accept your pro posal." Remembering the large sums of money he earned by his pieces, it is perhaps astonishing that he left such « small fortune —about £6,000. It is true he was generous even to extrav agance, and the more he made the more he spent. Ilis funeral at the Madeleine was attended by all the celebrities in art, science and literature. —London Globe. A Widow. The Widow Flapjack, who has a boarding house and a pretty daughter, would like very much to marry Mr. Starboarder, who is a trifle shy; 60 the widow said to him: "Do you know that my daughter Fanny is very much taken withj-ou?" "Is that so?" replied Mr. Starboarder, with a gratified smile, for he is really infatuated with the daughter. "Yes," continued the widow, with a languishing look, "Fannie said yester day that you were just the kind of a man she'd like to have for a papa." Mr. Starboarder says if it wasn't for Fannie he would hunt up another hash ery.—Tammaray Times. IJyron a Hero of CJreeee. With, all the faults and foibles of Byron Greece had nothing to do; she knew nothjiiig of them; to her he was only "the great and nob'.e." Crossing the Gulf of Salamis one day in a boat with a rough mountain captain and his men, I pulled out a volume of Byron and was reading. The wind blowing open the leaves, the captain caught a glimpse of the portrait amd r recognized it. He begged to take tihe book, and looking for a moment with melancholy at the face of the noble lord, he kissed !-i and passed it to his men, who did the same, saying: "Eeton. megalos kal kalos" (he was great and noble). —F. B. Sanborn, in Seribner's. Sarprlned. Throggins, a. notoriously lazy man, met his friend' Hoppendyke on the street. "Glad to see you, old fellow," said noppendyke, "but you are looking thin." "Yes," replied Throggins. "It is the result of overwork." "Of overwork!" echoed the aston ished Hoppendyke. "Whose?" —Youth's Companion. The Next Step. TTojack—They have a telescope at Chicago which rings the moon within 200 miles. Tomkid'—l suppose that the next step will be to annex the planet.—Town Topics. Infallible. Miss Firsttrip—Doctor, do you know any sure preventive of seasickness? Dr. Pillbox —Yes; stay on land.— Town Topics. Nothing surprises women more than to see a man's children treat his see oud wife well. HOW RELIEF CAME. From Cole County Democrat, JeffenaoM City. Mo. When la grippe visited this section, about •even years ago, Herman H. Eveler, of 811 W. Main St ~ Jefferson, Mo., waa one of the victims, and has siuce been troubled with the after-effects of the discaae. He is a well known contractor and builder, a business re quiring much mental and physical work. .» year ago his health began to fail, and he was obliged to discontinue work. That he lives to-day is almost a miracle. He saye: "I was troubled with shortness of hreatb, palpitation of the heart and a genet*! de bility. My back also pained as severely. "I tried one doctor after another and numerous remedies suggested by my friend*, but without apparent benefit, and began to I give up hope. Jv fT n T1 Then I saw U- J A Dr. Williams' / )-lA I 1 1 Pink Pills for I/* JjL ' l -1 Pale People \ extolled in a VI M /A P a P er >. and \[l// after investi- I / u . gation, decid / | —l JSrM /# e( l *° B've them a trial. IC "P" 'ft . "After ug- A Contractor a Difficulty. j 6 wonderfully relieved and was satisfied that the pills were putting me on the road to re covery. I bought two more boxes and con tinued taking them. "After taking four boxes of Dr. Williams' Pink Pills for Pale People I am restored to food health. I feel like a new man, and laving the will and energy of my formed days returned, I am capable of transacting my business with increased ambition. "Dr. Williams' Pink Pills for Pale People are a wonderful medicine and anyone that ii afflicted with shortness of breath, palpita tion of the heart, nervous prostration and general debility, will find that these pills are the specific. HERMAN H.EVELER." Subscribed and sworn to before me, i Notary Public, this 24th dav of Mav, 1897. ADAM POUTSZONG, Notary Public. Mr. Eveler will gladly answer any inquiry regarding this if stamp is enclosed. Dr. Williams' Pink rills cure people trou bled with the after-effects of the grippe, be cause they act directly on the impure blood. Tliey are also a specific for chronic erysipelaa, catarrh, rheumatism and all diseases due to impure or impoverished blood. UNFORTUNATE COLORS. Jaundiced Man vrlth lied XecUtle la TuUcu for n Spaniard and Ilua a Marrow Em-ape. The man with the yellow jaundice leaned up against the drug store at the corner of Harrison and Halsted street and wiped the perspiration from his forehead. lie was badly out of breath and he consequently talked rather spasmodically to his friend. "I tell you, I've had a mighty narrow ea cape," he gasped. "Why, how s that?" asked his companion. "They purty near mobbed me just now down here on blue Island avenoo." "Mobbed you? Why, what in the deuca are you talkin' about? "1 hat's right. That's what tliey purty near did. They just liked to got my pelt, I tell you —an' I hadn't done a thing, either." "What did they have agin you?" "You see that red necktie I got on? Well, that was the cause of the whole trouble. 1 was goin' along down Blue Island when I came to a gang out in front of a saloon talkin' war. Istopped to hear what the latest was. I wasn t doin' a thing when some cove sings out: "Look at this Spaniard right here in the crowd." Everybody turns on m* an' a brick just grazes my ear. I savs: 'I ain't no Spaniard; what you talkin' about?' " 'You bet he is; lie's got the Spanish ftai on 'im right now, yells another. But 1 didn't catch on vet. 'That's right,' shoute another man, 'the yaller's on his face and the red's in his necktie —lynch him.' The whole crowd made for me and I cut for thii corner. I give 'em the dodge two or three times and got away. But say, I've got to wear a different colored necktie till I git over these yaller janders."—Chicago Chron icle. MORAL EFFECT OF THE WAR. Soine of the Sunday School I'receyta Are Serloualy Interfered With. Two ladies were talking in an avenue car. "This war is perfectly dreadful," said one. "Indeed it is," said the other. "Couldn't be worse." "Yes, it would be worse if the Spaniard! were treating us as we are treating them." "Of course; I don't mean that. I mean in its moral effect." "I hadn't noticed that particularly." "I didn't till yesterday.' "In what way?" "On my husband." "He doesn't want to enlist, does he?" "Oh, no, I don't mean that. It is on him and my little boy, too." "Not on an innocent child?" "Yes. You know the little fellow haa been marching around at a great rate with his tin sword and gun, and yesterday after noon he informed me, to my horror, that he was going to fight the d —n Spaniards. Think of that, will you? And he a prize Sunday school scholar." "Horrible!" "Yes; and when his father came home 1 told him about it and insisted that he take Willie and give him a good whipping for ■wearing, and what do you think lie did?" "Told you to do it yourself, as my hus band always does." "No, he didn't, either. He told me that under the circumstances it was not swearing, and that the hoy could say what he pleasea about thed—n Spaniards. And he's a mem ber of the church himself!"—Washington Star. Bevel Genri»j£. Bevel gearing in bicycle construction has apparently passed the experimental stage and seems destined to quickly find its way to popular favor. The work ol Edwards, the consecutive century rider, who, since December 31st last, has rid den 100 miles daily on the Columbia chainless, is cited in proof of its fine running qualities, and the fact that Ed wards is small and slender with nothing about him t< suggest the athlete adds to the convincing nature of the proof. Many practical riders have adopted the new machine and are apparently unani mous in commending it. Its cleanliness, safety and trim lines would' seem to make the chainless admirably adapted for women's use. In a Havana Koclnnrnnt, Hungry Man —I asked you for a ham sand with, didn't I? Waiter —Yes. senor. "Well, this isn't pork." ''But mules have hams as well as pig*, aenor." —Cleveland Leader. Ill* Itciiaon. "What's the matter, T'ncle Rube?" "I'se insulted, sah; dat Cap'u Jones dona call me a nigger!" "Well, aren't you a 'nigger?' " "Yes, sah; dat's ie«» it!"—Truth. Give a woman a book on chafing-dish cookery if you want to make her believe that there is no place like home. —Chicago Time#- Herald. Kuoutcli. Miss Wantk;tow—What do you suppose makes the figure of Cupid such a favorite with silversmiths? Miss Knowall—lt's probably Jewelers' Weekly. SSOO Reward Ths above Reward will U paid hr IBs fcrmatioa that will lead to the arrest mm conviction of tbe party or partus «W IjJaoed iroa and aisbs oa (he track tftka Emporium 4 Risk Valley R. R., tMt the east Hoe of Franklin Hooalur's JtuHW *a the svening of Mot. 21 at, lOTI. Hbxbt Auoiiv, M-tf. /Vwwiwt. FINE LIQUOR SIORE —or— EMPORIUM, PA. 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