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TO-MORROW.
To-morrow! Oli. To-morrow's
The day that 1 like best;
For though my sunset's clouded,
It's golden.farther west.
•Observe the little sparrow!
Throughout the dark To-day
She sings of her To-morrow
And the egg she's going to lay
I hear a sad soul sighing
To leave "this vale of tears,"
But make no doubt he's lying
About n hundred years.
And feel no twinge of sorrow
When his ship puts to sea;
The ship that sails To-morrow
Sails soon enough for me.
For though my sun's declining
Behind yon hoary hill,
I know that it is shining
Beyond the summit still;
And howsoe'er I sorrow
1 know 'twill pass away—
God gives a glad To-morrow
For every sad To-day.
—Cy Warman. in N. Y. Sun.
112 X
My Strangest Case
BY GUY BOOTHBY.
Author of "Dr. Kikota," "The Beautiful
White Devil," "Pharos, The
Egyptian," Etc.
tCopy righted, UK>l, by Ward, Luck «Jfc Co.]
CHAPTER III.—CONTINUED.
She rested her clasped hands upon
the table and looked pleadingly at me.
"And will you do so?"
"I am considering the matter," I
■said, with the first feeling of reluc l
tance 1 had experienced in the case.
"1 have pr >mised to give tliein my de
cision this afternoon."
"So they informed me and that is
why I am here," she replied. "Oh, Mr.
Fairfax, you don't know how I pity
them! Surely if they could find this
man his heart would be touched, and
he would refund them a portion, at
least, of what he took from them, and
what is legally theirs."
"I am afraid it is very doubtful
Whether he will," 1 said, "even in the
event of his being found. Gentlemen
of his description are not conspicuous
for their pity, nor, as a rule, will they
disgorge unless considerable pressure
of an unpleasant description is brought
to bear upon them."
" 112 hen t hat pressure must be brought
to bear," she said, "and if 1 may say so,
you are the only one who can do it.
That is why 1 have called upon you this
morning'. I have come to plead with
you, to implore you, if necessary, to
take the matter up. 1 am not very rich,
but I would willingly give all 1 have in
the world to help them."
"In that case you are one niece in a
tli'"isand, Miss Kitvvater," I said, with
a 'ini!e. "Your uncle is indeed fortu
nate in having such a champion."
She looked at nie as if she were not
qi ite certain whether 1 was joking or
not.
"You will do (his for them?"
What was I to say? What could I
*ay? 1 had well-nigh decided to have
nothing to do with the matter, yet here
I was, beginning to think it was hard
upon me to have to disappoint her.
My profession is not one calculated to
render a man's heart over tender, but
I must confess that in this case 1 was
by no means as adamant as was usual
with me. As I have said, she was an
unusually pretty girl, and had she not
been kind enough to express her belief
in my powers! After all, detectives,
like other people, are only human.
"Your uncle and his companion have
promised to call upon me this after
noon," 1 said, "and when they do so,
1 think 1 may promise you that 1 will
endeavor to come to some arrange
ment with them."
"I thank you," she said; "for 1 think
that means that you will try to help
them. If you do, 1 feel confident that
you will succeed. I hope you will for
give me for having called upon you as
I have done, but, when 1 saw how dis
appointed they were after their inter
view with you yesterday, I made up
my mind that I would endeavor to see
you and to interest you on their behalf
before they came again."
"You have certainly done so," I an
swered, as she rose to go. "If I take
the case up, and believe me I am not
at all sure that I shall not do so, they
*rill owe it to your intercession."
"Oh, no, I did not mean that ex
actly," she replied, blushing prettily.
"I should like to feel that you did it
for the reason that you believe in
the justice of their cause, not mere
ly because I tried to persuade you
into it. That would not be fair,
cither to them or to you."
"Would it not be possible for it
to be on account of both reasons?"
I asked. "Let us hope so. And now
#ood morning, Miss Kitwater. I
trust 3'our uncle will have good newf
for you when you see him again thia
afternoon."
"I hope so, too," she answered, and
then with a renewal of her thanks
®nd a little bow she left the oflice.
1 closed the door and went back to
my seat, almost wondering at my
own behavior. Here was I, a hard
headed man of the world, being
drawn into an extraordinary piece of
business, which I had most certain
ly decided to have nothing to do with,
•imply because a pretty girl had
«miled upon me, and had asked me to
do it. For 1 don't mind confessing
that I had made up my mind to help
Kitwater and Codd in their search
for the villain llaj'le. The Trust
company would have to look else
where for assistance. And yet, as I
had the best of reasons for knowing,
that piece of business was likely to
prove twice as remunerative as this
isearch for the traitorous friend. Hap
pily, however, money is not every
thing in this world.
During the remainder of the day
I found myself looking forward with
a feeling that was almost akin to
eagerness, to the interview 1 was to
have with Kitwater and Codd that
afternoon. If the two gentlemen had
4i»uUs t uupixaui uii.iiy wua ceitixuiiy
not one of them, for the clock upon
my mantelpiece had scarcely finished
striking the hour of four, when 1
heard footsteps in the otliee outside,
and next moment they were shown
into nij' own sanctum. Codd came
first, leading his friend by the hand,
and as he did so he eyed me with a
look of intense anxiety upon his face.
Kitwater, on the other hand, was dig
nified, and as impressive as ever, if
he were nervous, he certainly con
cealed it very well.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fairfax," he
saiil, as Codd led him to a seat. "Ac
cording to the arrangement we came
to yesterday afternoon, we have
come li':re to learn your decision
which j'ou promised to give us at
four o'clock to-day. I trust you
have good news for us."
"That depends upon how you take
it," I answered. "I have made up
my mind to help you on certain con
ditions."
"And those conditions?"
"Are that you pay my expenses and
the sum of £SOO, to which another
£SOO is to be added if I am successful
in helping you to recover the treas
ure of which you told me yesterday.
Is that a fair offer?"
"An exceedingly fair one," Kitwater
replied, while little Codd nodded his
head energetically to show that he
appreciated it. "We had expected
that you would charge more. Of
course you understand that it may
involve a chase round half the world
before you can find him? He's as
slippery as an eel, and, if he once
gets to know that we are after him,
he'll double and twist like a hare."
"He'll not be the first man I have
had to deal with who possessed these
characteristics," 1 answered. "And I
have generally succeeded in running
them to earth at the end."
"Let's hope for all our sakes that
you will be as successful in this ease,"
he said. "And now, if I may ask the
question, when will you be ready to
begin your search? We shall both
feel happier when we know you are
on his track."
"I atn ready as soon as you like,"
I rejoined. "Indeed, the sooner the
better for all parties concerned.
Nothing is to be gained by delay, and
if, as you say, the man has now been
in England two months, he may soon
be thinking of getting out of it again,
if he has not done so already. But
before 1 embark on anything, you
must answer nie some questions."
"A hundred, if you like," he re
turned. "You have only to ask them
and I will do my best to answer."
"In the first place, I must have a
description of this Mr. Gideon liayle.
What is he like?"
"Tall, thin, with brown hair, and
a short, close-cropped beard; he car
ries himself erect, and looks
about 38."
"You don't happen to have a photo
graph of him in your possession, I
suppose?"
"So," replied Kitwater, shaking his
head. "Gideon liayle is not the sort
of man to allow himself to be photo-
I
HE HEAVED A HEAVY SIGH AND
THEN ROSE TO DEPART.
graphed, and what's more you must
remember that when we reached
Nampoung, the station on the fron
tier of Burmah, we had scarcely a
rag upon our backs. Any goods and
chattels we might once have pos
sessed were in the hands of the Chi
nese. They had robbed us of every
thing, except what that arch thief,
liayle, had already stolen from us."
As he said this, anotlirr look such
as 1 had seen on the occasion of his
previous visit spread over his face.
"The robber, the thief," he hissed,
almost trembling in his sudden ex
cess of rage; "when I get hold of him
he shall rue his treachery to the day
of his death. Upwards of a quarter
of a million of money he stole from
us, and where is it now? Where is
my sight, and where is Coddy's pow
er of speech? All gone, and he is
free. 'Vengeance is Mine,' saitli the
Lord, but I want to repay it myself.
I want to —"
Here he leant across the table and
turned his sightless eyes upon me.
"This is certainly a curious sort
of missionary," I said to myself as I
watched him. "He may be smitten
on one cheek, but I scarcely fancy
he would be content to turn the
other to the striker."
At this moment Coddy leant for
ward in his chair, and placed his
' hand upon his friend's arm. The ef
fect was magical. His fit of impotent
rage died down as suddenly as it had
sprung up, and immediately he be
came again the quiet, suave, smooth
spoken individual who had first en
tered my otliee.
"112 must beg your pardon, Mr. Fair
fax," he said, in a totally different
voice ty that in which he had just
spoken. "When I remember how we
! have been wronged, I am apt to for
| get myself. I trust you will forgive
me?"
I"I will do so willingly," I answered.
"You have certainly won the right
ito ucaacd it you cuter turn a Ice 1-
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, MAY i, 1902.
ing of resentment for the man who
has treated you so shamefully. And
now to resume our conversation?"
"What were you about to say?"
"I was about to ask you the num
ber and description of the stones of
which he robbed you. Yoti told me
they numbered 93 in all, if 1 remem
ber aright. Can you tell me how
many there were of each?"
"Forty-eight rubies and 45 sap
phires," he replied without a mo
ment's hesitation. "The rubies were
uncut and of various sizes, ranging
perhaps from ten to eighty carats.
They were true rubies, not spinels,
remember that. The sapphires ran
from 15 carats to GO, and there was
not a flaw amongst them."
"Has llayle any knowledge of the
value of precious stones?"
"There's not a keener judge in the
east. He would be a cunning man
who would succeed in taking him in
about the value of anything from a
moonstone to a ruby."
"In that case he would, in all prob
ability, know where to place them
to the best advantage?"
"You may be sure that was his in
tention in coming to England. But
we have tried Hatton Garden and
can hear nothing of him there."
"lie may have disposed of some of
them on the continent." I said.
"However, we will soon clear that
point up. The size of the larger
stones is so unusual that they would
he certain to attract attention. And
now one other question. Are you
aware whether he has any friends or
relatives in England?"
"So far as we know he has not a
single relative in the world," Ivitwa
ter replied. "Have you ever heard
of one, Coddy?"
The little man shook his head, and
then, talcing the other's hand, tapped
upon it with his fingers in the man
ner 1 have already described.
"lie says llayle had a sister once,
of whom he was very fond." The
tapping upon the hand continued,
and once more Kitwater translated:
"She was a cripple, and lived in a
6mall house off the Brompton road.
She died while Ila.vle was in North
Borneo; is not that so, little man?"
Codd nodded his head to show that
Kitwater had interpreted him cor
rectly. I then made some inquiries
as to the missing man's habits. So
far the description I had had of him
was commonplace in the extreme.
"Do you know whether he shipped
on board the Jemadar for England
under his own name, or under an as
sumed one?"
"He booked his passage as George
Bertram," Kitwater replied. "We
know that is so, for we made in
quiries at Rangoon."
I next noted the name and address
of the vessel's owner, and resolved to
pay him a visit next morning. It
would be hard if I could not learn
from him something concerning Mr.
Hayle, and where he had gone on
landing.
"I think those are all the questions
I want to ask you at present," 1 said,
closing my note-book. "It would be
as well perhaps for you to furnish
me with your address, in order that
1 may communicate with you, should
it be necessary."
"At present,"said Kitwater, "we are
staying with my niece at the village
of Bisliopstowe in Surrey. My late
brother was vicar of the parish for
many years, and he left his daughter
a small property in the neighbor
hood. They tell me it is a pretty
place, but, as you are aware, I unfor
tunately eannot see it, and my
friend Codd here cannot talk to me
about it?"
He heaved a heavy sigh and then
rose to depart.
"1 must again express my grati
tude to you, Mr. Fairfax," he said,
"for having consented to take up the
case. I feel certain you will ulti
mately be successful. 1 will leave
you to imagine with what anxiety
we shall await any news you may
have to give us."
"I will communicate with you as
soon as I have anything to report,"
I answered. "You may rely upon
my doing my best to serve you. By
the way, are you aware that your
niece called upon me this morning?"
He gave a start of surprise.
"No, I certainly did not know it,"
he replied. "She said nothing to us
of such an intention. I know that
she is heart and soul with us in our
desire to find Hayle. But since you
have seen her you probably know
that?"
"I think I do," I returned, for
some reason almost abruptly.
"She is a good girl," said Kitwa
ter, and then took from his pocket
an envelope which he handed to me.
"By the way, I brought this with
me," he said, "in the hope that we
should be able to induce you to ac
cede to our wishes. Inside ycu will
find a £IOO note, which should be
sufficient to cover any preliminary
expenses. If you need more, perhaps
you will be kind enough to communi
cate with me at once, and it shall be
sent you. A receipt can be forward
ed to me at your leisure."
I thanked him and placed the en
velope upon the table. In my own
mind I felt that it would be an easy
matter to guess whence the sum had
come, and for a reason that I could
not then analyze, and therefore am
unable to describe, the thought ir
ritated me.
Having assured them that the
amount would be quite sufficient, in
the event of nothing unforeseen hap
pening, to last for some considerable
time to come, I conducted them to
the door, again repeating the prom
ise that 1 would communicate with
them so soon as I. had anything to
report. If I had yon ly known then,
that, at the very moment when they
stepped into the street, the man
they wanted me to find for them,
and whom they hated so desperately,
was standing in a shop on the other
i oiut uX tUo i oaJ, aa eye on
my door, and evidently watching for
their departure, how much trouble
and vexation of spirit we should all
have been saved. But I did not know
this until long afterwards, and then
of course the information came too
late to be of any service to us.
Next morning I was early at the
office, being desirous of winding up
another little matter before I turned
my attention to the new affair. One
of my subordinates had just returned
from the continent whither I had
sent him to keep an eye on a certain
pseudo-French marquis with whom I
expected to have dealings at no dis
tant date. He reported that the gen
tleman in question had broken the
bank at Monte Carlo, had staked and
lost all his winnings next day, and
had shot himself on the promenade
on the evening following. With his
death the affair, on which I had con
fidently expected to be employed,
came to an end. I could not say that
I was altogether sorry.
"I shall want you to leave on Fri
day, Turner, for St. Petersburg," I
said, when he had finished his report
and I had commented upon it. "Do
you remember Paulus Scevanoviteh,
who was concerned in that attempt
to defraud the Parisian jewelers,
Maure 1 & Co., two years ago?''
"Yes, sir, I remember him perfect
ly," Turner replied. "A tall, burly
man, with a bushy beard, the top of
his little finger on the left hand
missing, and a long white scar over
his right eyebrow."
"The same," I answered. "I see
you have not forgotten him. Well, I
want you to find him out, and let me
have an exact account of his move
ments during the next three weeks.
The office will arrange your expenses
in the usual way, and you had better
leave by the mail train. In all prob
ability I shall see you off."
'"Very good, sir," the man respond
ed, and withdrew.
[To Be Continued.]
GODDESS OF SMALLPOX.
In Her Honor tlx* Tlmn* of Inilin, It
la Said, Commit Jinny
Murders.
The divinity worshiped by the
thugs of India is appropriately
enough the goddess of smallpox.
Thagi (or Thuggee), the only religion
that preaches murder is not yet ex
tinct. It appears, in fact, of late
years to have been actually on the in
crease. In the Punjab there were
two cases of murder by thugs as late
as 1890, while in Central India the in
crease ill the last three or four years
is startling.
About 7U years have passed since
two 3'ou.ig English officials agreed
that the day of retribution was come
for the followers of the goddess
Kali, says the Boston Post. There
were at that time "at least 10,000
thugs wandering unmolested over the
surftice of India, who earned a liveli
hood by murdering their fellow men.
They lived in this way partly because
it was their religion and partly be
cause they preferred murdering to
either working or begging.
As each thug killed, on an average, !
three men a year, some 30,000 people,
mostly under British rule or protec
tion vanished into the earth every
year. Such figures seem incredible,
and yet officials of the time say that
they are probably under the mark.
The thug would set out oil his
business with the quiet earnestness
of one who is merely doing his duty,
and would brutally murder 20 or 30
victims, not only with an easy con- '
science, but with the calm self-ap
proval of a successful practitioner.
Nor was he at all grasping in his
dealings. The celebrated thug, Slium
sherali, deposed that "eight annas (a
shilling) is a very good remuneration
for murdering a man. We often
strangle a victim who is suspected of
having two pice (three farthings)."
Their motto was evidently small prof
its.
Why lie Aijreed.
"I think," said the old-fashioned
member of the school board, "that we
ought to pay more attention to writ
ing."
"So do I," said the Harvard gradu
ate, unexpectedly. "Teach 'em all to
write plain—plain as print."
"My boy," said the old-fashioned
member after the meeting, "what
made you agree'with me so enthusias
tically?"
"Why, you see," said the youth with
hesitation, "I —I proposed to a girl last
month, and she sent me her answer in
writing, and —and, hang it,l don't
know whether she said no or yes."—
Washington Times.
Overhea rd.
Two men, we may assume that one
was a Frenchman, were riding togeth
er one day through Paris. One was
exceedingly clever, while the other
was correspondingly dull. As is some
times- the case, the latter monopolized
the conversation, and his talk was fast
becoming unendurable when his com
panion saw a mau on the street far
ahead yawning openly.
It is not probable that the dullard
felt this needleprick of wit, but his
companion's exasperation must have
found momentary relief.
"Look!" he exclaimed. "We are
overheard!" —Short Stories.
A Cane in l*oint.
Mrs. Manning—John, 1 believe you
ni»e the biggest liar in the world. The
fact is, you don't care a fig for me, or
you wouldn't try to deceive me ail this
| time. There was a time when you said
I was the beat and sweetest woman on
earth.
Mr. Manning—And you believed it.
Then why can't you believe the little
fibs I tell you now? —Boston Tran
script.
A Great Want.
Why doesn't some genius invent a
glass eye that can see?— Chicago
, D uly News.
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People's Christian Temperance Union,
Fruitvale, Bal., Cured of Congestion and
Inflammation of the Ovaries by Lydia E.
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weaker, but finally I had such severe pains I could hardly stand it.
I had taken cold during menstruation and this developed into conges
tion of the ovaries and inflammation, and I could not bear to walk or
stand on my feet. The doctor recommended an operation which I
would not hear of. One of my friends advised me to try Lydia E.
Pinkliam's Vegetable Compound, so I gave it a trial. Can
i you imagine my feeling when within two months I felt considerably
better, my general health was improved, and my pains had entirely
disappeared. I kept taking it six weeks more and am now enjoying
the best of health, thanks to you. Yours truly, MRS. SOPHIE BINNS."
SSOOO FORFEIT IF THE ABOVE LETTER IS NOT GENUINE.
When women are troubled with irregular, suppressed or painful
menstruation, weakness, leucorrhcen, displacement or ulceration of the
womb, that bearing-down feeling, inflammation of the ovaries, backache,
bloating (or flatulence), general debility, indigestion, and nervous pros
tration, or are beset with such symptoms as dizziness, faintness, lassitude,
excitability, irritability, nervousness, sleeplessness, melancholy, "all
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A Nasty l'rnetiee.
I A nasty practice is what the Chicago
Inter Ocean calls tiie pasting of repealed
1 layers of wall paper, one upon another, thus
covering up tiie filth and germs of disease
that may be propagated in tiie very} ab
| sorbent and decaying mass of Hour paste,
j paper, animal glue, colors, etc.
They give opinions of eminent health of
! ficers and sanitarians, urging that such
| practice should be stopped by legal enact
! meiit, and also take occasion to say that
| these sanitarians recommend Alabastine
| as a durable, pure and sanitary coating for
| walls.
! # The Inter Ocean says:"This is a very
important question, and, as it costs noth
| ing to avoid this danger, why take any
chances?"
How much of the alarming spread of
smallpox and other diseases may l>e due to
unsanitary wall coverings?
Fear nothing so much as sin, and your
moial heroism is complete.—C. Simuiona.
A selfish success is a sad failure. —Itam's
Horn.
| Many words do not make much wisdom.
| Ham's Horn.
A man may be judged by his judgments
| of others. —Rain's Horn.
Why travel a road that becomes worse
| every day ? —Atchison Globe.
Everyone may see daily instances of peo»
! pie who complain from the mere habit of
j complaining.—Graves.
True Enough.—"What do you mean by
saying she just celebrated her wooden wed
i ding?" "She married a blockhead."—Pllil
| adelphia Press.
"Hello, buddy!" exclaimed the sprouting
• blade of grass to the embryo leaflet. "Please
don't shoot!" exclaimed the bud, in mock
aJunn. —Ohio State Journal.
Briggs—"Kate used to say that Fred was
| as good as pie." Griggs —"She still thinks
so; but she has a different way of saying
it. She now says that Fred is crusty."—
Boston Transcript.
Mr. Subbub —"Somehow or other I never
succeed in raising flowers that come up
to t*iose whose pictures are in your cata
logue." Seedsman —"Oh, those pictures are
ideal drawings. It would be absurd to sup
pose that nature could accomplish anything
so beautiful." —Uoaton Transcript.
"Yes," said his wife, petulaiTtly, "if I
don't get the bonnet I want I'll keep you in
hot water." "Then you'll find that I'm like
an egg, and that hot water will harden me."
—Philadelphia Record.
The other day some one asked Brother
Dickey: "Do you know a candidate for
oflice when you see him?" "Onpossible not
to know him, mill," wasthe reply. "Hemos'
inginrully makes it conwenient ter run er
gin me in the big road en interdooee himself
by lift in' lib* hat eu 'pologizin'!'—Atlanta
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Sold by C 3 Douglas the best shoe dealers
every when*. CAt'TION ! The genuine have W. L.
Douglas' name and price stamped on bottom.
Notice increase of sales in table below:
18»9=T 81*8,183 Palm.
1901 = Pairs.
Business More Than Doubled In four Years.
THE REASONS : , „ ,
\\ .L. Douglas makes and sells more men's $.1.00 and
$3.50 shoes»han any other two inan'f'rs In the world.
W. L. Douglas $.1.00 and S3.CO shoes placed side by
side with $5.00 and sr>.oo shoes of other makes, are
found to be just as good. They will outwear two
pairs of ordinary SB.OO and $3.60 shoes.
Made of the best leathers, Including Patent
Corona Kid, Corona Colt, and National Kangaroo.
Fait Color KjelaU and Always Hlftck Uooka nartl.
W.l,.Douftlaa #4.00 "(Jilt Kd*e Moo" cnnnot be •quailed.
Bhoi*i l>y lunil S.»c. «xtra. Cntitlog free.
W. 1-.. Hoimlun, BrofLtim,
SUFFERING BABIES SSMStfISTS
usoof TEtTIII\O NE< KLA« i:. 50c by
mail, money rctunded it not satisfactory. Henry
C. Blair. BQO Walnut 8t rt»et, Philadelphia. I'a.
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