6 A COUNTRY BOY. ■ Ther< .ire lots of things In this wide old world Tha.t 1 don't pretend to know. A.'i'i city chaps perhaps may think Tha.t t am a trifle slow. Cut I know some things I'll bet they don't. 4nd would open their eyes to ff<jc tilj w<«o<ls anil flelds have always been The best of friends to me. C know where the nuts are ripe and thick •Way baelc In the beech woods dim; And I know where strawberries, big and sweet, Cmw red on the upland's rim. S know where the trout are gliding swift In the deep, dark woodland pool; dtnd I know the finest of swimming spots, Just half-way homo from school. S Know where the oriole builds her nest tn the pasture elms so high; ■A-jbi I know the call of a hundred bird* ft* vaJley and wood and sky. iX cx.m whistle Just as the robins do, When the evening winds are still, Jknd mimic tlio flute of the meadow thrush And the lonely old whip-poor-will. X know the secrets of bugs and bees. And the ways of the wood-folk shy. X know where the bending lilies lean To the brrook that hurries by, And I know the haunts of every flower meadow or upland sod— flTrom the spring's iirst violets, white and sweet, T\» the latest golden-rod. Ob, T know there are many things in books That haven't come my way, Though I certainly moan. If all goes well, To team them, too, some day. ®ut in Nature's grand old book I'll read A. lesson of real joy: And r tell you, she has some splendid things Tha£ she can teach a boy! »-Cc. M. Montgomery, In Farm and Home. iPf'ljMes Copyright, ISD9, by J. B. Llppincott Com pany. All rights reserved. CHAPTER Vl.—Co\TixfED. The appointnients of this room were few, but tasteful. It abounded in the little belongings of a young girl. To <£ay there were many evidences of a scene which had defeated good order. A jaunty hat and bright ribbons were hastily thrown aside, and tlie open bu reau drawers revealed dainty laces and lingerie. But the eyes of the in quisitive intruder took notice of none •of these things; they were riveted in stantly to an object that lay beside a book upon the centertable, near which stood an armchair. That ob ject was a slender cigar. He took it up—answered. He knew that in the Brookin household he was the only •moker—and he did not smoke slender cigars. To the mind of this man, ever open to suspicions and suggestions of •evil, that strange cigar was testimony •unimpeachable. It was the knife in "the heart of a jealous love. With in expressible rage and with a fierce hatred of every living thing, he placed the weed in his own case. Here, then, lie reasoned, had the man described by Louise been sitting before the of that fatal day; here had the little saint kneeled to place her arms -about him and say farewell! Yonder the window, straight ahead from <which Louise had fired. Brave, faith ful Louise! His heart warmed towards ber, despite the fact that she had fired to kill him. Somewhere in that crim son carpet was the blood of her vic tim if her aim had been true. Was It true? He glanced back over hi.i shoulder; the ball would have struck the wall behind him had she missed her aim. And there in the wall, a little out of line, it is true, was a ■Email hole. Amazed, he hurriedly ex amined it. The shot, after all, had missed. Then this doubt came to the active mind: Why had the man been car tied away if the shot failed? Holbin went quickly to his own room, where he secured a candle and «l powerful sun glass. Holding the latter over the perforation in the plas tering-, he discovered a slight red iitain. "Blood!" he whispered; "she did not miss!" Opening his penknife, he care -fully cut a section from the broken plaster. "Whoever the man was, he was struck in the head. Here is the bair." For a few moments Holbin was deep In thought. Then he drew from his pocket the pistol which he had taken from Louise and examined it with the eye of an army e.vj>ert. Apparently puzzled, he tried the depth of the hole £n the plastering with a pencil and Itound that the perforation was com plete. He seated himself in the arm chair facing the window. If Frances bad been kneeling with her back to the window, the face of the unknown cnaa must have been fully exposed. The weapon did not have power enough to fire a bullet through the bead of a man, nn inch of plaster and » lath, and to carry away hair and blood—the bullet must have glanced from the side of the head. The posi tion of the hole indicated that the right side of the man's head had been •truck. Holbin's final conclusions were that the stranger had been only stunned. His frirnds could not have concealed 9uc deaih, for no common man would Save won the privileges of the room, nor would it have been possible for ■Trances to have borne herself so calin lf with the memory of a murder fresh iti her n'ind. "A society man in miss {ag from his club in Richmond to ix'jV he said aloud. "The mystery Is half solved. As for you, my lovely bride!"—he finished the sentence with *. smothered oath. CHAPTER VIT. The influences of established prin <etp>.i and correct associations may «irj an ordinary man to success ia proper channels, but the successful villain is necessarily an intellectual being. In his room Holbin gradually evolved from his discoveries the con clusion that he had an active enemy near at hand, and that a plot was thickening* about him. Yet who was there in Richmond that knew enough of his history to place a finger upon the blackest spot in his life? And why .the enmity? Two theories pre sented themselves, and only two — love for Frances Brookin and love for the Brookin wealth. Since it was clear that the girl had been too long secluded, and too recently grown to have formed many friendships in Rich mond, evidently the money was the potent influence in the secret opera tions about him. But who had been shot, and why? Holbin labored under the immense disadvantage of a man without inti mate friends. He had gravitated rap idly during his short stay in the city towards the fast set; men classed him quickly as "sporty," and women looked on him with doubt. People who had at heart the interests of the latter looked even more coldly upon the debonair man of the world. The fact that he was the son of Mrs. John Brookin was a disadvantage, for so ciety had never been enamoured of the successor to the gentle little lady who once presided over the Brookin man sion. Intimates he had, but friends, none. In his perplexity over the mys tery into which he had been plunged Holbin turned at length to Dr. Brod nar. lie had seen the doctor upon rare occasions only, and in some way he had understood that he was not favorably regarded by Mrs. Brookin; but the basis of this lady's dislikes was, as he knew, not legitimate. Dr. Brodnar, in succeeding to his father's practice some years before, had in a way inherited old Mr. Brookin, and that individual had firmly resisted his new wife's efforts to substitute her own physician for him. The doctor was a distant relative of the dead wife, one of the few links which bound the old man to a happy past; and ns people grow old they dislike new family physicians. Xo one is quicker to recognize a straightforward, honest man than one who is himself dishonest and tricky. Holbin estimated Brodnar as a clear-headed, blunt, impolitic fel low, beyond the comprehension of plots and counterplots—a man to be used if his confidence could be gained. He was, most likely, in a position to serve liim; for it was Raymond's con clusion that the shortest way to ar rive at the truth of the shooting lay in the discovery of the wounded man. And if the victim were not actually Brodnar's patient, Brodnar might eas ily identify him. It was a tribute to Richmond's popular physician that Holbin decided at once that the best chance for success lay in a seeming ly frank and open statement of the main facts. The doubtful point was Louise. Brodnar had been present at the reading of the will when the question concerning her was asked; but, he concluded, over hastily, Brodnar could hardly know anything about her beyond the name that had been uttered. lie determined, with a gambler's quick decision, to play the stake, supposing that if he did not win his loss would be small. He entered the doctor's office upon I the afternoon of the funeral and presently the door between the inner and outer offices opened. Brodnar stood upon the threshold looking at him. At once Holbin remarked a sin gular expression in the physician's face. Afterwards he recalled that V ~ "THIS, SIR." SAID HOLBIN. IN A RAGE, "IS INFAMOUS!" Brodnar reached back and closed the door behind him. "Doctor," he began, disregarding the other's stiffness and formality, "I have called to consult you on a certain mat ter of a private nature directly affect ing the family with which we both, to some extent, are connected. Have you a few moments to spare me?" The doctor's face had darkened percepti bly and was turned aside for a moment. "I am afraid, sir," he said, at length, "that you have made a mistake. 1 am not qualified to advise you in any re spect. I know of nothing affecting the Brookin family—l suppose you refer to the Brookins —in which we could hae a common interest. Good evening, sir." Be turned as if to reenter the room behind him. Holbin stood with an angry flush upon his face. He rec ognized instantly that a friendly serv ice from the doctor was now out of the question; but service under moral compulsion might ye! be had. "Perhaps you are right," he said, seeking to adopt the other's freezing dignity. "And yet you may be mistak en—that is, over-hasty. And perhaps, doctor, you do not realize '.hat I am not asking a personal favor at your hands." "You will have to excuse me." Again the doctor placed his hand upon the door-knob and prepared to depart.. "I am then to understand," said Hol bin, a distinct sneer in his voice, "that yoa Biookin people prefer that affairs CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, MAY 30, 1901. touching the family honor shall be passed upon by strangers. Ihaveeome to you, sir, with a serious matter,as in duly bound. The reception met with is such that for the future I shall re'y upon my own judgment." With a fine show of heat he took up his hat and cane, and with no pretense of a bow was turning away when he felt the doctor's hand laid not lightly upon his shoulder, and his stern voice: ".Explain yourself, sir." "Unless I am much mistaken." he said, showing his white teeth slightly, "that has been the very thing you re fused me permission to do." "Sit down!" Holbin was not a man easily intimidated when conscious that he held winning eafds. He read the bluff doctor easily, and knew that he was disturbed. "I must preface my remarks," he be gan. "by the statement that 1 am not at liberty to give you the name of my informant in these matte.rs." "Are you aware, then, that you be come responsible should you repeat them ?" "I am aware of no such rule." said Ilolbin, "at least none that applies to me in this instance; I am most directly affected, since the circumstances in volve the good name of Frances Brook in, of whom by her father's will I was made a life-long protector. I shall de fend her to the bert of my ability, but I think some of hei people ought to be willing to share the responsibility. It must not be forgcrten that it is by no means settled that I shall accept the propositions of Mr. Brookin's remark able will." "That, I must confess, had not oc curred to me," saH Dr. Brodnar. "Ileally? It has not occurred to you that a gentleman may not be pur chased like so much merchandise?" "Do you mean to insinuate, sir. that you did not seek to marry Frances Brookin?" Dr. Brodnar arose, and the question burst from him indignantly; but, restraining himself, he looked to wards the inner door and lowered his voice, an action that did not escape his visitor's notice. "I insinuate nothing. My mother perhaps made a request in my name, but without my knowledge or consent. I have had no chance to decline the alliance, were I so disposed. The ar rangement. however, seems to me an excellent one, and I sincerely trust that nothing has happened or will happen to defeat it." "In the name of God, man, what are you driving at?" "A man was shot night before last upon our premises and spirited away, whether living or dead it is not known. My informant thinks he is living." "Who told you such a thing?" The words came almost as a whisper from the astonished doctor. "He was shot from a window while in the wing-room which opens into the garden. He was struck on the right side of his head." "Goon!" said the physician, after a pause, and making desperate efforts to be calm. "Let us see how far this wretched informant of yours has lied." "Lied? So upon the impulse of the moment I, too, believed. But the fame of a woman is sacred. Dr. Brod nar, and this morning I went into that room. Upon the wall in the rear, a little out of line from the window to the chair; in which, it is said, the man who was shot had been sitting, was a bullet mark. On the jagged edges of the hole in the plas ter were a few hairs and traces of blood." Holbin unfolded a little pack age upon the table as he spoke. "Place these under a microscope and verify my statement." Again the doctor was silent; but the look he gave his visitor was so passionately threaten ing that Holbin paused. "Goon!" again the command was little more than a whisper. "There is but one thing more: upon the table I found this cigar, laid aside without having been lit." "Have you finished?" Holbin looked up, uneasy and surprised. "Yes." "Now what would you have of me?" "I wish you to find out for me the name of the mun who was in that room." "I will get you his name upon one condition." "And that is?" "That you will tell me the name of the woman who fired the shot." Holbin could not, try as be might, conceal the start these words pro voked. "I do not know of any woman in the case," he said. "I know that you do." "Dr. Brodnar!" Holbin sprang to his feet with well affected rage. The doctor continued: "Only a woman's tracks marked the soil under that window a" dawn the morning after that shot was fired. When I next saw the spot the tracks had been carefully obliterated." Brod nar was still stacding and spoke rap idly, as though he feared that he could not restrain himself. Suddenly a bland smile spread over his face. "The fact is," he said, "the shot was fired at me. Does that surprise you?" Ifolbin's face showed that it did. "The final attack of which Mr. Brookin died," continued the doctor, "was mo mentarily expected. I spent the night sitting in the poor girl's room at her request, to be wfthin call, her old nurse asleep upon the rug. You may believe this or not, Mr. Holbin. but take my suggestion, and if you doubt the explanation conceal your frame of mind. By the way, lift the lid of the box there on my table; now compare the cigar that you found with those in the box. You perceive that they are exactly alike. lam not accustomed to offer proof of my statements, but I make an exception in your favor, as you are almost a stranger. As for the pretty theory of the pistol-ball carrying blood and hair into the plastering, it evidently springs from an overheated imagina tion. Blood there is none; and, for the hair, you will find that in ail good plaster. But to conclude the matter, Mr. Holbin: if a bullet had taken a piece of my scalp into the wall, the wounrl would not have healed within two days, and if you will examine my head carefully you will find that none of the scalp is missing." The doctor lowered his head and moved it accommodatingly from side to side. "Have you any suspicion as to the name of the woman who fired this shot—at you?" asked Holbin, sarcas tically. \ "A very strong suspicion; with me it amounts now to a certainty. She is a woman who dwells in the Brookin house, and the only mystery left is, how the devil did she get up to the window?" This time Holbin's aston ishment was genuine. "I do not understand." "She is a woman whose plans might have been defeated had the man who was dimly seen in that room been any other than myself. Not to be misun derstood in the matter, permit me to explain that in my opinion the wom an who fired that shot was your mother!" Holbin's first impulse was to denounce the doctor, as a social duty, and take the chances of a per sonal encounter, but the value of the honest error into which Brodnar had fallen flashed upon him. He affected to understand that the doctor was making the statement as to himself and Mrs. Brookin in a sense not to be taken as earnest, but to be construed as a refusal to explain the mystery. At this moment, when Holbin was taking up his hat and cane to depart, the doctor's assistant within the pri vate room threw the door wide open, and Holbin discovered a man propped in an arm-chair with his head ban daged. The man's back was turned towards the departing guest, and he saw him but one instant. Dr. Brodnar hurriedly closed the door. "This, sir," said Holbin in a rage, "is infamous! I demand the name of that person." "Ask your mother, sir." "I shall have satisfaction for this, Dr. Brodnar! I shall publish these facts!" Brodnar looked upon him with inexpressible contempt. Then a griin smile came and dwelt upon his lips. "As I understand it,"he said, "you must marry to obtain a fortune. If you find satisfaction in blackening the name of some woman, indulge yourself as much as you please; but if you value your life don't venture to handle the name of Frances Brookin in public. If I have no objection to being shot at by mistake while discharging the duties of a family physician, I don't see why you should be rushing around trying to find some man who is not a family physician and who \yas shot with malice-aforethought. Take my advice, Mr. Holbin," and the doctor's voice lost its playful tone; "don't turn a comedy into a tragedy." Holbin left the room without a word more. The physician stood a moment in deep thought. The smile returned to his face. "Poor devil!" he said, "his hands are tied." Notwithstanding this decision, he immediately sent a note to Frances informing her that Kaymond Holbin had discovered some of the facts connected with the tragedy. He assured her that she had no reasons for apprehension, and outlined his in terview with Holbin. [To Be Continued.] ELOQUENCE WASTED. Speeches of Eminent Orators In |h« House of Commons Received nlth Indifference. It might have been supposed that Addison, the most polished writer of our Augustan age; that Burke, with his versatile intellect and exuberant elo quence; that Mackintosh, with his al most encyclopedic learning, or that Jekyll, who had set a hundred dinner tables in a roar, would one and all have achieved conspicuous success in the house of commons. But, as Macaulay has pointed out, exactly the reverse was the case. Their speeches produced no effect; they wearied and bewildered their audience; and their rising to speak was tco often the signal for a general exodus; in fact (as was said of Burke), they acted as a dinner bell. Even Macaulay himself, though on two occasions his speeches changed the fate of a division, was in no sense of the word an orator or even a great debater. His voice was too shrill and monoto nous, and he poured out a torrent of words with such headlong fluancy as to confuse his hearers as well as to baffle the quickest of parliamentary reporters. Bulwer Lytton, again, could recite an admirable essay; but kis de liver}' was bad, and the See-saw ges tures which accompanied his speech were as "grotesque as those of an old fashioned post boy." In our own gen eration, no two men probably have had more highly cultivated minds than John Stuart Mill and Mr. John Morley, but, as far as their parliamentary ut terances go, their names are "writ ic water." "A Castle In Wnlei " In the French mind "lord" and "gold" signify one and the same thing, and the French comparison "rich as a lord" is traceable to Louis Philippe's reign. At that time a cer tain Parisian, on excellent terms with the wealthy Lord Hertford, was mak ing a tour through Great Britain. When the Frenchman proposed to make a trip to Wales his friend, Lord Hertford, gave him carte blanche to establish himself at one of his Welsh castles. "I own a castle in Wales," said the good old man, in his deep, sonorous voice, "and, though I have never laid eyes on it, others tell me that it is very beautiful. Every day a dinner is prepared for 12 persons, and horses and carriages brought to the door, in case 1 should arrive. The head butler eats the dinner. Go and make yourself at home, for, you see, it does not cost me a single cent."— Chicago Record. SANK OFF I SABLE The Steamer Baltimore and Twelve Lives Lost. A GALE OX LAKE HURON. It Caused the 111-Fatert Boat to liivak in Two. TWO MEN WERE RESCUED. For Hour* Tlicy to a Unit nrid Were Almont Dead When I'ii ki'd I |> by a Tim One <>l the Urn Tell» the Story o! ill.' Uixanter. Tawas City, Mich.. May 2.". —A ter rific gale prevailed Thursday night' and Friday. The steamer Baltimore, coal laden, broke in two and sank off Au Sable, Friday morning before daylight. Twelve persons were drowned, including a woman and a boy. The tug Columbia, of Detroit, with a government steam dredge and two loaded lighters for the Soo was caught in the storm. The lighters and dredges were lost. While searching for her tow the Columbia picked up two men from the Baltimore 011 a raft. They were almost dead and were taken to Kast Ta was. The two men rescued were tossed about in the lake for several hours, lashed to a piece of wreckage, before being picked up by the tug Columbia and brought here, (ieorge McGinnis, a deckhand, one of the rescued, be came insane from his experience. The other survivor, Thonwis Murphy, of Milwaukee, second engineer, was able to tell the story of She disaster. The dead: M. JI. Place, captain, of Cleveland. Mrs. M. 11. l'lace, his wife, stew ardess. Michael Brethern, first mate. Kdward Owen, wheelman. C. W. Sears, wheelman. (i. W. Scott, wutchman. Herbert Wining watoiiman. August Anderson, deckhand. .lohn i)elgers, second steward. P. Marceuux, of Chicago, first en gineer. \Y. M. Parker, fireman. F. Krueger, fireman. Murphy said: "We were hound from Lorain to Sault Ste. Marie, and had in tow a large steam drill and scow. When oft' Thunder hay Thurs day night C'apt. Place saw that the schooner was making bad weather, for the waves had smashed in the engineer's quarters and the wash rooms and the water was running into the hold. "C'apt. Place decided to turn about and run for Tawas for shelter. Every thing was all right until we were oft' Au Sable, when the steamer struck heavily on the bottom.. The seas broke over her at the same time, and carried away the deck house, then the after cabin and finally the smoke stack fell. Both rails forward broke in two just aft of the forward deck house, and we knew that it was only a few minutes before the steamer would goto pieces." " 'lt is every man for himself now,' shouted (.'apt. Place." continued the engineer. "The look of despair _oli Mrs. Place's face was something I shall never forget. We took the captain's advice and every man start ed to save himself. Some of the boys took to the rigging, but MeOinnis and I lashed ourselves to a ringbolt in a piece of the after cabin, and we were washed overboard shortly afterword. "The strain was too much for Mc- Ginnis, and he went crazy before we had been in the water very long. He tried to throw me off the wreckage, but 1 talked to him and encouraged him to hold on. Twice he got loose and tried to drown us both, but each time 1 succeeded in quieting him. I told him a boat was coming to take us off, and then 1 would get him tied fast again. "Th" passenger steamer City of Holland pas;;,;" by us, but we were too far away for her crew to see us, I believe. It made me feel pretty despondent for a time, for 1 was get ting very weak and the seas broke over my head so as to drive the breath out of my body at times. The Columbus finally came along and picked us Up just as 1 was about to give up hope." The schooner Montmorency, which went aground on the Charity islands several days ago, has gone to pieces. Her crew left her Thursday. The Tawas life saving crew made a trip to her at midnight and rowed is miles in the storm and against the wind, but found no one aboard. The Colum bia picked up her dredge last night, The men on board were taken off, and they were badly frightened, as the scow had neither boat nor life preservers. The scow was then tre.ved in here. The scow with tim ber on it was not recovered and it is thought it went ashore. ('apt. Ale mo. of the steamer City of Holland, claims th-'t the gale was one of the worst in 15 years. The Baltimore came out in 5 881 and was then known as the Kscunalxv. She belonged to a fleet largely owned by O. W. Potter and his associates in the North Chicago rolling mills. Carrying ore from Kseanaba to the rolling mills, the steamer paid for herself more than half a dozen times. She was 201 feet keel by 115 feet beam, and carried about 2,00'.) tons of freight. The steamer was rated nl $40,000 by the underwriters and was insured for '.early that amount. to Philadelphia, May —The Presby terian general assembly by a vote whicti showed that a revision of thti confession of faith is desired by the church, yesterday defeated the amendment dismissing the whole sub ject. The assembly decided by an overwhelming majority to continue consideration of the Question. ICATARRH THROAfIKVWJBLADDER LUNGSIiMFEMALE sm fw aK .'(it: YVfi/ 77.| ra Says o/ Peruna: "I /o/n pi Senators Sullivan, Roach ' [a ant/ McEnery In their good ra opinion of Peruna as an ef* Ha fective catarrh remedy." SpunNli Poll telle»». In a recent book of Spanish travel • —"Spanish Highways and Byways"— the writer speaks appreciatively of the courtesy extended to her at a time when the remembrances of the war between her own country and Spain were still recent and acute. No insults were offered her, nop even a rude word uttered ag*ainst her. On the contrary, she was the recipi ent of constant courtesies and kind nesses, and sometimes a solicitude for her comfort and welfare was dis played which embarrassed her. At San Lucar a pleasing- incidents occurred. She entered a small shop to make a necessary purchase. The proprietor declined to sell, deeming* his wares unsuited to her require ments. and bade his son conduct her to a more fashionable store. He had guided her thither, as well as to more important points of inter est, and on her proffering a requital in money, he bowed with smiling ease and said: "I do not take pay for pleasure, madam!" Somewhat Different. The Grocer —I understand you said I sold you a jug of cider that had water in it? The Butcher You have been misin formed. What I said was that you sold me a jug of water that had a little cider in it. —Chicago Daily News. I'nnppreelatl ve. Mrs. Flathush—Mrs. Daubchina is so artistic! Whenever she refers to art it is always with a big A. Flathush—Well, her husband differs from her. He generally refers to art with a big D—. —Brooklyn Eagle. Willing: to Pay Any Price. Very few people are willing to pay more than the manufacturers' price for any ar ticle even though it be remarkably good, like Palmer's Lotion. Such was not the case with Mrs. Martha M. Johnson, of Derby, Connecticut, who wrote: "Please to send me some of your Lotion. I am willing to pay any price for it, for I have heard it highly extolled and seen its won derful effects.' This proves Palmer's Lo tion as nearly priceless as any remedy can be. If your drug_gist|doesn't have, it send to Solon Palmer, 374 Canal street, New York, for samples of Palmer's Lotion and Lotion Soap. Willing to Pay.—"What do you think of the proposition to tax bachelors?" asked the sweet young thins. "Oh, luxuries ought to be taxed," replied Mr. Crustie.—Smart Set. Iloxnle's Cronp Care \ The life saver of children. No opium. 50 cts. What Did He Mean? —Riter —"Have you read my last poem?" Reeder —"I hope so." —Philadelphia Evening Bulletin, ABSOLUTE SECURITY. Genuine Carter's Little Liver Pills. Must Bear Signature of See Fac-Slmllc Wrapper Below. ▼ ery snail and a* easy to tciu as su£ar. HEADACHE. I CARTERS FOR DIZZINESS. fciKf itti it FOR BILIOUSNESS. HI V F R rOR TORPID uVER | pin c FOB CONSTIPATION. H !■ FOR SALLOW SKIN. 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