2 “By C.R.FENN. TORII (Gp of ° My servant showed her in, and 1 gave a start, for the new patient was Estelle Varnay, the charming young actress, of whom all the country, the theatregoing section of it, at least, were talking, Hers was a sad face, there had been deep trouble there, I thought, as 1 asked her to sit down. Her voice was extremely musical, “Dr. Raymond,” she said, “I have been told that you were a specialist on nerves, and, therefore, I came to ask you if you could do anything for me. I feel the strain, and then-—" She checked herself quickly. “Your profession is a very arduous one, madam,” “Yes; and yet to me the world has been kind, But I was told that, per- haps you could authorize me to take this"—handing me a slip of paper, con- taining on it the name of a drug-''as a stimulant—harmless, I believe, and more efficacious than other medicines, I was tired out last night with the new piece, and I have so much to do—so much, Tell me, could you recommend it?" And there was a quaint, appealing touch in her voice. “Humph! I'm not sure. It is only in the experimental stage as yet. Still, it might have the effect you wish. One has, though, to proceed very cautiously with a drug like that,” “Oh, yes,” she said eagerly, course, I will be careful, that.” “Then let me gee,” I said, and I walked across the room to my desk, where I wrote out the required pre- “But, of I promise » “Let me die,” he said, In a faint voice. “It is the only thing I ask now, Here, doctor, you are the last-—and you seem a friend. Take it; it's gold! take it—no scruples”; and he thrust a small bag into my hand, The bag fell with a elinking sound to the floor, as I leaned over my visitor, “Dead, Quite dead,” I muttered, ‘here could be no doubt of that, Not a scrap of identification—not go muci as a letter, a card, an initial on his linen. It was hopeless, Not a word of his story, of how he came to be fainting at my door, of what trouble it aas, the nature of the blow that had caused him to quit tbe world without a regret. What could I do? Here was a man who wished to hide everything, to be a nameless victim; and he had selected my surgery in which to die, But there wouid be police inquiries, every kind of publicity, necessary and unnecessary--the unknown, the mys- tery of Dr. Raymond's surgery, ete,— I saw it all! Lurid contents bills, a crowd in the street, and—ting, ting, the bell again—this time a District Mes- genger boy who handed me a note, “Dear Dr. Raymond-—Please come to me at once, You will think perhaps that I — route passing through the shadowy streets I learned fully how the escape had been accomplished, and how she had contrived and plotted to get a message through to him, succeeding where probably others would have failed, just because a lovely woman's wit is transcendent when difficulties are great, A medical man is like a priest go far as the inviolability of those things which come to his ears are concerned, but I should be sorry to be the repos- itory of many such secrets, But just then calm thought was impossible, for [ could feel that the girl's arm touch- ing mine trembled, and I thought “what might have been,” “Here is the house,” I said, at last, rouging myself, “You feel that you are in no immediate danger, sir?” “On the contrary, I feel that I am always in danger.” “Ah! Keep back in the shadow-— good!” Two policemen passed us, talking, and it was only when they had turned the corner that the girl gave a sigh of relief, “Now quick! Come!” I sald. For I had made up my mind, My visitor of the night—the bearer of an impossible burden, of a tremendous sorrow, wished to be lost, to be un- I badly need your help. | have |and now that all was wel known. Was I doing him a wrong? | | thought not. It was not he, but his { form, his existence, or, rather, what [had been his existence, that I wished to | subserve in the interests of these two That there would be inquiries about a plece of cold clay seemed a matter of extreme doubt, It was not probable that anyone had seen that solitary way- farer of the night who lay there dead, with him, he | | not been fair to you; but I dared not| would, I doubted not, have cheerfully explain, Yet now come—please, You have proved yourself a friend.—Yours sincerely, “ESTELLE VARNAY. “Very well,” I said to the messenger, “There is no answer,” i & raga “ THREW THE LONG COAT OVER THE PROSTRATE FORM. scription, “I must ask progress, Let me see you again.” that was the beginning. Subsequently I saw Miss Varnay on| a good many oce ns, and she seemed brighter; while now it was 1 who sufl- fered as our fi ship grew, and 1 hated the thoug of battle she had had to w ith the world, for her life was not all flowers and incense to her beauty and histrionic talent. Her season in town was only brief ~for once in a way I had read the) theatrical announcements with sedu-| lous care—and then she was going to] the Argentine for a tour through South | America, which commenced at Buenos] Ayres; and a month later I called upon | her at the hotel where she was stay- ing, and asked her to be my wife; but] the look which came into her face told me at once how vain were my hopes, Yet the way in which she refused was, perhaps, worth it all. “If you can talk like that to me.” she sald, tenderly, as she laid a hand on my arm, “you can be a friend, and I} want a friend. But for the rest there is only one answer now. Can you be a friend?” “You have hundreds?” I sald doubt- ingly. | “No—sgcarcely one.” LAE I took my leave, and went back home | sad at heart, feeling that work was the only panacea, though may be at times the doctrine of toll is rather overdone And as I thought and thought, the night bell rang. It was nothing extraordinary, times the police require my help, but as I opened the door it was not to see silver buttons and a bull's eye lantern but a wizened looking man, “You are a doctor?” “Yes.” “Then let me come in." I did as the visitor desired. and led the way to my consulting room, wher 1 turned up the light, that the man-a clean shaven, one-time smart fndividual—did Indeed require ald, “Heart?” 1 muttered, “Yes,” he said, “Who are you?” “It doesn’t matter, I'm going, and somehow, the red lamp--its hablit-I came In”; and he sank into a chair with the air of a runner who Is far spent. Not much help was required. 1 was sur, of that, for there was a tell-tale something presaging the end. “lI want to be blotted out of the world,” sald the newcomer--"forgotten forever~I know it's near”; and he sat | farther back In his chair. “I am quite | beat, Good-bye.” “Come, come,” | sald. “That for a story”; and I forced him to swallow some brandy and water, “NOW “It is no use, doctor.” *But 1 tell you it is.” , no, 1 am one of the beaten. Lot me go.” “Be a man.” you to report, And | asi the Some- to see i my afflanced husban the not In he private sitting-room at hotel I found her; but she was alone, 1 went forward eagerly. “Is there something to be explained away? I said, “Can you i She checked me with a glance, “It is not that.” “No? “No, no. It is because" “You sald farewell this afternoon, and told me not to hope,” 1 jerked out, “l know,” and she held out her hand toward the young man, who seemed to wish to blot himself out in a corner of consented to aid the cause of these two friends—my friends, “This is what I propose,” 1 sald, averting my glances from the “You are in convict garb?” “Yes, yes." “Then, quick, come with me!” And leaving the girl who had sunk into a chair, 1 led the up to my dressing-room, through the hall, past the surgery which was ajar showing the light within, “Now You must change,” 1 said. The transformatio him long, and when we rejoined Miss Varnay he was a different looking in dividual, and might have walked the streets with safety. I felt eager for them to go. ex-captive oor aoor, did not occup: my hand, “Will there be no- “Pursuit?” I eried. “No. las will have no need to look around now. I promise you that" “How can I thank you?” she sald wistf “B Farewell! It was an hou was ] ] garments other owner, ing brow. “There ca myself, an ook a turn up and down the room cloak Dallas had carried trate form. “Now for one more glance around I hat and went out inte the street, I did not have to look long for what gsought—a constable, leisurely making his round. “Officer!” I sald} He turned sharply. “Dr Raymend, sir!” he sald." “What's wrong?’ “A man is lying dead In my sur Mr. Dal insuring the success of my plan Go!" r later that the scheme en the cast had ar i Aa completed, and tl of the ex-prisoner and I wiped my stream- pei wher r convict clothing.” “ Dead, sir! I will come at once.” Half an hour later all that was mor. tal of a supposed captive whe had fought his way to m was ia ) away. If doubts se [ never heard of them-—in fa th flair died away ex ept in my mind. She had told me that if matters had he 1 not have asked ved that mar freed | been different I s in vain: but, ah, she | though he were a god. Heaven grant that he loves her as well Well, it I» not every man who loses that has that much to the credit side in the ledger of the past an SmI ————— The Happy Duteh Cow. Pastoral scenes are proverbial their quiet beauty and the spirit for of the apartment. “Come,” she whispered | contentment which they breed, but you to the stranger, “this is our friend”; and then to me, “Do you care for me still? I bowed my head, “Then,” she cried earnestly, “surely only the better part of that feeling will be left to a man like you—deep friend- ship—when I tell you that this man is d, and that, there- fore, there was only one answer 1 could make to you" “Your afianced hushand!™ I eried “Yes,” she sald excitedly!™ “You should hear all. He came to England on business, and suddenly he seemed to be lost, for we heard nothing, and we might never have heard but for the detectivege—"" “But for you, the stranger, “He killed a man & | self-defense Estelle,” murmured in a fight—not In but in defense of a woman who was being lli-treated, and =" “It was about lke that” said the stranger; “but, sir,” he went on, tur ing to me, “I did not want my own name, Dallas, In this. Well, well, 1 don’t suppose I should have struggled to be free of BR If it had not been for her,” “His enemles the girl. “It is my love were ruthless.” cried was not his fault, and he I have lived and worked to save him—he who would not help himself by declaring who he was.” “You are an actress, Miss Varnay. Tell me—you are not acting now--is this all true? “This man is no friend, Estelle” came in a husky voice, and the speaks er, a youngish-looking, beard but strong man, muflled in a lor cloak, Re K well-cut, refined features, manage without his aid.” “You will help us?’ she pleaded. “Yes, If 1 can,” 1 replied, “There,” she cried, “1 knew It! Law- rence, Dr. Raymond is our friend.” “I hope I am, Mr, Dallas.” I said, and I held out my hand, which the other now eagerly grasped, “You can help. Believe me, I shall endeavor to show my gratitude.” A sudden idea had struck me. “There might be a way,” I sald, “Oh, tell it to me!” she pleaded, “I will, But we must leave here at ounce, and go to my house.” “We will : ly took a step forward, and I noticed the! ° { must go to Holland to find the highest type of this idea. In Holland cows are as much a part of the family as the Irishman's pig. for one member of the family always sleeps in the stable to watch.and often the place 1s made a sort of family sitting room. The cow stable Is generally a large building, paved with brick, upon which the cow lies straw being scarce There Is a brick paved passage down the centre, at one end of which Is a fireplace, and the windows are cov. ered with white curtains as dainty as those used in the house proper. Sometimes the entire family will gather in the stable in the evenings, enjoying the warmth of the fire and exchanging the talk of the day, while the cattle, always placed with thelr heads facing the cent y ge, chew thelr cuds and seem to thorough- 18 THE DUTCH BELTED COW» enjoy the human companionship. hese cows are seldom brown, most of them being either black or white or of the two colors mixed, and be cause @f the fertility of thelr pastur- they are capable of giving large yields | of rich milk. In no place in the world are cows as a rule made as much of, and from the annual yield of butter it would seem that the care is not taken la vain oe — Norway's Caution, From the Detroit Pree Prom. Having taken note of how things are golog in Russia, it is not surprising that Norway should have displayed no The girl acquiesced at once, atl en girl. “Good-by,” 1 said; and the gir] selzed | ness of char off no mistake,” I said to gery—heurt fallure—and he is wearing age and the eare taken In their keep | KAISER AN ART CRITIC, Small Talks on Continental and Canadian Affairs, It 18 weli known that the German Emperor has a fine taste in matters of art, He hag recently given a dem- onstration of his own lmperial will and severe Judgment in such matters. Sometime ago the German Protestant community of Moscow solicited hig ald in bullding a church, to be named the Temple of 88, Peter and Paul. His majesty readily undertook to .be re- gponsible for all the lamps and can delabra to be used, and asked for thelr designs for these things, as well as for a plan of the interior. On ex amination, the Kalser found the de- signs go far out of Larmony with Lis own taste and with the style of the building that he at once set to work correcting ani sketching, and when the whole bad teen made to his ard, he entrus:»d them to the si1clitect charged with the restoration of the Metz Cathedral, with instructions to execute the work “according to my Ideas and intentions.” On "Is recent visit to Paris, the Shah of Persia was fanned night and day by relays of perspiring attend- ants. i WILHELM. ward of Wales rhtful st ter, » has a profou dislike for a tie and » the axiom: “Multiplication KAISER Prince I ne Little already f fires in is vexa- as Lord baron and i margn 3 of Hol O00 au while r had to content . nodest appeliat res, sons portion. Mile, lesen, daughter; of the ssiapn Ambassador, when she makes r debut in society will receive from » Czarina the badge and the title of ltular Maid of Honor to her Maj- de The Canadian Government House at Ottawa, known as Rideau Hall, is a quaint, old-fashioned palace of gray stone, replete with queer chimmerys, and odd corners. It is on the east bank of the wild Rideau River, and in winter, when the trees are leafless, is in full view from the other bank. The anadian Goversment House social ns during the “season.” Include ple of dances at Christmas time, ball after Easter, musicale the Lenten season skat bogganing parties every N winter, several garden partis early summer and a round of dinners. Many ms and court traditic old monarchial days are preserved. in A aA slate ng iraay Hien falthfuliy remarkable peculiarity attaching to | All who are decorated with It have the right once to den | jon f a the circle of her Emperor's degree makes the ped | He is the | descent, the founder of the house be. | ing contemporary with Nebuchadnez gar, 666 B. C, Fire thousand dollars Is about th {average cost of a dinner In the Turk | ish Sultan's palace, The meal « | prises fifty or more dishes dally and the Sultan generally partakes of from {five to six, Every dish, before It reaches the roval table, Is tasted In the kitchen by the royal Grand Vizier fo guard against poison. It is then settled and taken to the Sultan. The vast cost of these repasts comes from the fact that the guests and retainers who dine at the Sultan's expense dally number several thousand. van Calava 112th in Ol tl Swell Londen Attire. The latest notes from London state that fashionable young men during the spring and summer seasons have been ideally clad In green. The outfit was ns follows: Olive green Trilby hat, Lincoln green flannel sult (like Robin Hood's archers) with sea green stripes, emerald green tle, pea green striped flannel shirt with collar to match, and sage green socks relieved with pale green spots, The boots were to be left to the taste of the wearer. A green whangee cane was considered the thing An American conte mporary remarks that in this country a shotgun would be the most effective. A Tempest in a Watermelon. Great onks from little acorns grow! 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