12 THE PJTTSBURG- DISPATCH, SATURDAY, JULY 23. 189a AUTUMN LEAVES. VVEITTES FOR THE DISl'ATCU . ' " 'BY MONA CAIRD. Author of "The Wing of Azrael," "Whom Nature Leadeth," "A Romance of the Moors," etc., ete. C0PYB1GHT, 1892. Sunshine and silence. It was a wide eyed country, not such as we call beautiful. The earth has foregone her spells; she lay brown and shorn and quiet. The sky was a strons: radiant blue. Winter was coming; there was a dream of her in the air; the birds sang of her thoughtfully, and the wind was touched frith chill reminiscences. But what matter? let her come, let the fate of the year be fulfilled. These fancies drifted throueh a head cushioned on moss and half hidden among leafage on the verge of a little wood, over looking wide rough spaces of English country. A pair of sprawling legs revealed their presence at intervals by commotions among dead leaves. The naturally dark face was still more bronzed with August sunshine; it was the face of a man saddened ith years; ne had keen eyes, a thick beard" and whisKers like the undergrowth that now encompassed it a forehead that friends called "bumpv," evebrowsshaeevand over shadowing. The features were heaTy but not chaise. In form the loiterer seemed cigantic; he failed neither in length, breadth nor thickness. The vast depression which his hulk made in surrounding brambles amused him. "I have gained in extension it I have lost in elevation since those benignant days, which this old tree knows as well as I!""he said inwardly, apostrophising the presiding oak, which gently, at intervals, sent a stealthy leaf to join its fallen comrades. The man vhut his eyes and lay very stilL And io! the oak tree no longer shed its leaves and rustled mournfully; it was green with the first pale green of spring; the wliifl of primroses came up through the wood; the air was lull of promise, and the baud that now lay with close-shut palm seemed to clasp another smaller, softer hand! the lost" moments renewed them selves,sept back wind-like over the years, catue close, caretsed, thrilled every nerve, and stirred each drop of blood The eyes opened and the vision remained. The sclf-f-ytue spot, the self-same tree. Startlingly familiar was each bend and contortion of those old branches; every leaf seemed an old friend ! and the little wound in the trunk just above the level of the brow painful, almost terrible was the vividness of sensation it evoked. So impossible to the bewildered senses seemed old Time's wild work, sweeping away, tearing down, dimming, destroying, while the old scene stared with unaltered eyes, and babbled distractingly of the human things that could never be again. Xever again the thought ate and fretted in the mind as acid upon steeL It was ridiculous as well as cruel, when every bird's note, every stir in the air, every sigh of the woodlands insisted that these things were still living and keenly living. In an other second must be a footstep sending a ripple through the silence the breaking of a stick, the pushing of a light, white figure through the branches. A wind swept east ward the heads of the trees; the dead leaves swirled over the body of the man whose face was turned toward the earth. The rush of wind had concealed from him the sound of someone approaching. A young fellow, loosely attired, with a big Panama hat shading his eyes, made a sudden pause on coming to the vast form among the un dergrowth at the oak tree's loot. He was Blightly built, with a thin, wcrn facc'and thoughtful expression. After a few sec onds the close presence of a human being seemed to make itself felt, and the Hercu lean bulk stirred. "Taking a brisk walk!''was the young man's murmured comment, 'j.nebCL r start? J. "Oh! It's yff5, is it? Come to measure the difference between principle and prac tice." "It is me, or I, as odious grammatical people will have it, forgetting that me is the most self-effacing form of expression showing that the speaker looks at himself objectively." "I think you are about the most self effacing fellow I know," said the elder man, arranging his substance slowly against the oak trunk. "Self-effacement. Mr. Parkes, is compar atively easy to a man of moderate size," said "Wilfred Turner, sinking down among the underwood. "Have you room?" asked Mr. Parkes benevolently. "Thank you, I have found a crevice. I like your way of taking exercise." Joseph Parkes grunted. "I thought, sir, when I sawyou yesterday at Warrington Court that you had a rever ence lor literature." "So I had, when you saw me yesterday at Warrington Court" "Your to-day's variation lands you in contempt for the great world-rudder. Ah, foolish youth, for whom the shrine is empty! "Replenish thy faith and set alight again the sacred lamp of reverence, lest evil things befall thee! Know that the muses remain in their majesty, though at intervals their votaries take exercise under oak trees and think upon the days that are no more." "Ah! is that what yon are doing!" Wil fred exclaimed. "Young man," said Joseph Parkes, "I have a Past." "I cohgratulate you," Wilfred returned. The man of letters gave a short laugh. "I always knew it," Wilfred went on. "You have been envied and called success ful; but I felt there-was something out of gear with you. You seem at times so weary of things and people." "2Cot altogether on acconnt of my Past, however," said Joseph Parkes. "Were I as innocent of a Past as yourself, I think I should get tired of writing fugitive articles lor newspapers; I should weary of being everlastingly smart, and critical, and tell ing, and all that. I have extravagant and ridiculous longings to say what I really ' think sometimes, a confession which I know I I mav rely on you to hold sacred in your j own bosom." I Wilfred buttoned up his flannel coat I secretively. I "That's right. Yes, it gets absolutely j ridiculous, it does indeed. However, it is . the way of the world, and one must keep ' one's grumbling for one's self-effacing friends" "Who wish most heartilv thev eonld An ' something more useful tbanlisten to them," taid Willred. Then with some hesitation he went on to suggest a lew ideas of a more hopeful char- , actf r. Why did not Mr. Parkes say the thing he wanted to say? Why not write a book on his own account? Honest speech ' was far more wanted than smart newspaper I articles. "But bread and butter for aged mothers and spinster sisters is wanted more per emptorily than either," observed Parkes. And yet, and yet! Ah! yes, Wilfred talked boldly; it was just the wav Joseph Parkes used to ta'k at his age; one's heart warmed to such talk, but ah, me! Did he not know that there was a Succubus stalking the highwavs of the world, a creature who had swallowed generations of dreams and centuries of hopes, who fattened on belief, and added cubits to her stature on the nutritious diet of young Ambition? Wilfred sighed. "Do we then all go through the same phases and finish the same? "As surely as the oak tree begins with green and ends with russet." "But we may all be wrong," said Wil fred. "Nothing more likely. We can't even ' be left in peace with a gloomy conviction. However, I believe there is one hope for a man in this life, and that is the love of a good woman. If yon miss that you come to bur state beiore the end, unless jfou lose be- lief in love and woman altogether, which is worse." "Oh, that's what you think!" cried "Wil fred. "That is interesting." lie continued reflectively, chewinga Btalk of grass and letting his thoughts run in the channel that for the last lortnight they had worn deep with their perpetual trampling. At the home of hig friend, Tom "Whittlng ham, in the neighborhood where he was now staying, was a fellow guest named Madame de Verneville, whose strange charm filled him with doubt, excitement and trouble. lie could not understand her. She had lost her husband about a year ago in some outlandish place in the East, where they had lived for many years. He was a Frenchman, whom she had astonished everybody bv marrying, for no one liked him, and until she had accepted him Bere nice herself as all her relations said in be wilderment had spoken of him with but scant respect. She had always been wavward and unexpected a problem to " her family. That she, with her intense love of all that was brilliant and intoxicating in life, should have consented to burr herself in Asia Minor, where her prosy old husband had an ' appointment, filled everyone who knew her with dismay. Some unhappv love affair was suspected, but Berenice liamed all at tempts to discover the truth. Her usual reticence made it the more remarkable that she should have taken Wilfred, to some slight extent, into her confidence. She told him that she had returned to the scenes of her early life because it was here that she had enjoyed and thrown away the greatest happiness that had ever come to her or ever could come. She warned him never to allow a moment's anger or pique to induce him to sacrifice what he valued deeply; it was worse to owe a great loss to oneself than to any other person for then one could not comfortably nurse a grievance. Madame de Verneville had followed the example of all who came under the influence of Wilfred Turner, whose obvious nobility of character and perfect loyalty, had laden him with a towering pile of confidences, a burden heavy with responsibility and often lraught with danger. For those to whom he gave sympathy and service had, in many cases, followed the strange instinct of the average human being to demand from au unstinting giver, more and more, as he gives more, tosnding upon his gifts a sort of vested interest, an inalienable claim for renewed bounties, each claimant acting as ifhiswasthe only case with which the donor had to deal, ana as if he had no ship of his own to pilot through the straits and shoals. Madame de Verneville, to do her justice, had not instituted a right to Wilfred's serv ices on the foundation of his sympathy; she saw and told him that he had too many people on his 'shoulders it was weighing him down, and exhausting his nervous grasp of life, he must not submit to the self-indulgent thoughtlessness of men and women who were 'not strong enough to re tain the perpendicular without leaning their whole weight on someone else, minus even the ceremony of permission. How MaJame de Verneville knew that Wilfred was so placed, puzzled him not a little. Was she casting over him some spell of the mesmeric order, which made it possible for her to read his thoughts! He had made light of her power in her presence, and had jokingly challenged ber to subjugate his will, it she could; now he began to wish he had not defied her. He felt in his heart that at her command, he would be ready to do anything. One of her strangest characteristics was her passion and genius lor dancing. At Oldham House, where they were staying, she had inspired the whole party with the same mania, and every evening, in the gar den, they used to dance to the sound of music that came from the open drawing room window not ordinary movements of sedate measure, but wild spirited national dances that she had taught them, full of character and abandon. Wilfred was roused from his reverie by the voice of his companion, who had appar ently been indulging in the same luxury. "Years ago," he began, "on this very spot " "Another confidence, by Jove!" Wilfred inwardly exclaimed. "A little drama took place, of which I was the hero. Why I should sentimentalize over it to you, my dear fellow, I don't know, but you seem to secrete confidences as the liver secretes bile. Listen, then, to my tale," said Joseph Parkes melodramati cally. "On a stormy night at the end of the fifteenth century a solitary horseman but I see you grow restive. Stay, then I will lay my story in your own era. Under this old oak tree there were clandestine meet ings in times long past She swore and I swore we were prodigal of oaths. But one fine day she did not keep her appointment, and when I returned home I found a letter that broke my heart and the engagement I DOWN TO Friday and Saturday. On the two days named we intend to offer you some extraordinary values in Men's Fine Suits at the small sum of$io. These are suits "we have been selling all season at $12, $14, $15, $16, $18 and $20. And they are worth every cent that we have been asking for them. And yet we offer you for the two days unlimited choice for $io. 3,000 TO SELECT FROM. .k. - . - II U U O fV I .Q 1 went my way, and we never met again. The thing is as ancient m a sun myth, I heard shortly afterward of her engagement to some other fellow, whose very name I do not know. Whether the is alive or dead at this moment I am in perfeot ignorance. I walked the earth a raging dynio; my contributions-to periodicals Degan to take an edge that editors liked; I wrote like a fiend, half-starving as I was in my fourth floor room overlooking the artlftlo chimney pota of Islington. That was the beginning of my success as a journalist I recom mend everv aspirant to journalism to get engaged and jilted. It is most inspiring." "I am very sorry for T"u," said Wilfred, simply. A suspicion had Hashed upon his mind, generated by the union of two con fidences, and the longer he thought about it, the more probable it seemed to him that the double communication, eaeh giving only a portion of the truth, when put together made the whole. "But is it on this account that you have never married?" asked Wilfred. "I think it is. My ideal of woman re ceived so rude a shock; and then I have seen too much of the inside of domestic life, f would rather be in mv grave- than falsely married. My solitude at least is a nega tive evil; but an enforced companionship Donnerund blitz! no thank you." "Yet if that woman were to come back and stand here as she stood then, perhaps your opinion would change." "I am a fool," he said, "but not twice fool!" Then after a long pause, he went on to describe his first meeting with her, point ing oat the roofs of Warrington Court where it had taken place. Her father had sold the place to Mr. Horsford, Joseph's present host Joseph Parkes strnggled up. "Come, come, it's time to go home. They dine at a to eight" "Plenty of time, then, to come around and see our Cottage Club," said Wilfred, "it's worth a visit" The suggestion was adopted, though Joseph Parkes hoped there were not a lot of literary peoplethere; he was tired of the jargon, confound it! It was a place for those who pine for rest and silence, yet who desire occasional op portunity lor informal social pleasures. Some years ago a group of artists had taken the cottage, engaging a clever and benevo lent relative of one of the members Mrs. Haverlev as housekeeper or hostess. "Good heavensl" the man of letters ex claimed. "Iiook at that library and those old world vistas of warden bevondl What a place to rest or work, or idle or make love in!" "Nobody here need be sociable unless he pleases,-" Wilfred explained; "the rooms are all divided by a movable canvas screen, so that each room is a study as well as a bedroom, and there is no such thing as in terruption known in this house. A man may be a hermit all the morning and don the cap and bells in the evening if it so fileases him. It is the first taste of real iberty I have ever had in my life." A young fellow in a loose coat, carrying a canvas in his hand and brushes in his mouth, passed through the library. He gave a friendly nod and removed the brushes. "Just going to finish my sketch of the mill jond," he said. "By the way, Wil fred, it has "been arranged that we shall all come over here to-night after dinner the members have unanimously invited our party we are to have a repast of fruit aud wines and lemonade and claret cup Mrs. Haverlev has said it and a frolic most jocund. "You will bring your friend " Tom Whitingham added, with a bow to Jos eph Parkes. It was explained that the latter was stay ing at Warrington Court till to-morrow, when inexorable affairs called him to town. "As Madame de Verneville is to be of the party we are certain to have some danc ing it is really an experience to see her dance and how infectious it is Mr. Parkes must come and join the revels." Joseph executed an elephantine pas de deux, and the young artist went away laughing. , "Well, what do you think of it?" in quired Wilfred. "Wouldn't this console you almost as well as woman's love?" "Better, my dear fellow, better," said Joseph; "bury me here, I beseech you. In life I am banished, in death. let me dwell among you." "But your grave wonld make us sad. "Not so; vou would sav: Here lies one who knew not how to live, therefore he dies. The roses grow the better for him for me there is no snch rest business calls me away; there is no help for it If my soul's salvation depended on my staying here to-morrow, I could not stay. Business is business. My grave shall some day re mind you of the desert outside your gates. Now I must go. I am a pelican in the wil derness, a sparrow on the housetop; I must go back to dress for dinner. Consider the humiliation. He tnrned and hastened away in evidently mournful mood. "Poor Joseph! Behind a thin veil of cynicism what a big, kind, sad heart is beat ing forlorn!" thought Wilfred, watching the sinking of the sun, and all the pomp and circumstance of his heavenly burial. The inmates of Oldham House strolled over in small detachments to the Cottage Club after dinner. Wilfred was the last to go, and he went alone. As he came near to the cottage his ear caught faint sounds of music. Someone was playing a rollicking reel tune that went to the brain like strong wine, while under the trees a company of fantastic-looking beings were dancing in JKGENTLEMENa I r 1 5A the moonlight With nimble steps sharp to the rhythm, alternately emphatio and cursory, light, agile, with now and then a swimming movement through the trees, this fleet-footed company danced in solemn silence. Among the dancers Wilfred at once saw Berenice de Verneville. J She was dressed In white, and her gar ment followed every movement like an echo, creating a lovely series of sinuous lines melting and reforming as she went Eccentric and strange though it was, the dance was almost a work of genius. Two figures watched the scene from the path, and Wilfred saw that they were Joseph Parkes and his host, Mr. Horsford. Tom'Whittingham was among the dancers. "I can't stand this any longer," muttered Wilfred, rushing into the fray. On ran the music with delicious agility; the figures jigged, and spun and swam sud denly away, with elbow on hip, arm" flung aloft, and body turned to right and left; then there was setting to partners, and minute iigging of couples face to face. Whether or not Madame de Verneville were beautiful it would have been bard to decide; hers was a spell-working faoe, potent, fascinating; the firm, supple little figure suggested the idea of a tiger in its in finite grace and power. As she danced the movement ran through every muscle; it spread nice a nppie across water. Her hair was fair and heavy, recalling the thick, marble locks of some Greek statue. Her eyes were deep blue, and she had a pair of dark eyebrows, giving a singu lar effect of contrast to the fair hair. She smiled at Wilfred, aud her glance was half friendly, half teasing. He felt as if he were being drawn out of himself toward this Biren-like being. His will was enthralled. They were still flattening the tormented ground with unceasing steps, but gradually Wilfred felt that he was being drawn aside, always dancing, drawn away, and away into the dimness of the tree's, toward the upper terraces. What was happening to him? Was he asleep or awake? Madame de Verneville seemed to be still luring him on, up the pathway to the terrace garden, and still without a word. Up and up the two fig ures went, silently dancing. When they arrived at the first terrace, she stopped, and said quietly, "That answered welL" "What answered well, in the name of heaven?" inquired Wilfred, leaning against the railing and panting. "What do you think induced you to dance up that hill after me?" she inquired. "The devil!" he exclaimed. "uni excuse me; it was X! Xbe power that brought yon here was not in you, but in me. It is for me to be exhausted; but don't say again that I can't control, your will." "What do you want with me?" he asked. "Nothing whatever; you can go now, if you like," she said indifferently. But he did not go; .the atmosphere as of another world seemed to envelop him as he watched her half sitting, half leaning on the parapet of the terrace, and speaking to him in quiet tones. He never knew how long they sat there together in the moonlight The pessimism and unbelief which had been creeping into his blood that afternoon melted under the potency of this new solv ent Without a word of argument this magician had convinced him that life was supremely worth living. If there is an en grossing, enchanting, mysterious, and beau tiful dwelling place under heaven, it is this world of moonlight and shadow, of autumn nights and days, this most dramatic world, where each hour may hold for us the crisis of our late. He haa scarcely time to consider whether the genial power were good or evil. It was like fine wine; strong, rich, seductive. Joseph Parkes' words came back to him. "The only hope and consolation for a man is in the love of a good woman. If he misses that " He felt awe-struc'r, full of fear, of hope, surprise; he tried to summon reason and common sense to the rescue, when suddenly a big form loomed before him. "Holloa! it's you!" exclaimed Wilfred. "I tear that will scarcely serve as an in troduction," said Joseph Parkes, politely. Madame de Verneville looked up very suddenly, and ber hand tightened its grasp of the palisade. She bent her head, and buried her face from the moonlight "You have found a charming seat here," said Joseph, filling up the awkward pause. A constrained conversation was carried on, as if at an afternoon call. Josech Parkes complimented Madame de Verneville on the dance she had led under the lime trees. "We all took it ill when you deserted us, and the dancing began to flag soon after. I think the ,men are half ashamed of them selves now, and can't quite understand what possessed thein." ' "This lady is a mesmerist," said Wilfred. "I can quite believe it," Joseph an swered. "You very nearly drew old Horsford into the circle. He wonld have been kicking up his majestic heels in another two minutes if you had staved. What's the matter?" he asked suddenly, noticing Wilfred's face. "Nothing," was the instinctive response. "I'll take a little stroll, I think." He plunged away rather unsteadily into the darkness. Movement seemed a neces sity to him. He wandered on and on among the intricate shrubberies, up and down the terraces, round end round, return ing unawares again and again to the same spot There was a forlorn lichen-covered statue of a youth playing on a flute on one of the shadowed terraces, and this green and dispirited young man had an odd sort $ 1 0 S These suits are on our bargain tables, and you will have no difficulty in' finding them. To find them will be like finding money. It's a great chance. Come and investigate it of attraction for Wilfred. He felt a vague sense of pleasure or relief whenever he came in sight of the monotonous flute player. The struggle in his mind was ob scure, as the sense -of pain when the con sciousness Is confused but not subdued by chloroform. He struggled, bus he scarcely knew against what 1 A sense of loss, of re gret, emptiness; a future forlorn and green and still, like the existence of the poor flute player. What did it mean ? Where were the buoyant feelings of joy and be lief, of interest and delicious excitement that had plunged him into a new world ? The pulse of lite had suddenly flagged and fallen far below its normal rate. Why? Had this woman mesmerized him into all this tumnlt of feeling? Was it an unreal, unwholesome excitement for which he had to pay as for any other sort of orgle l Or was it was It jealousy ? His brain twam and his self-respect sickened at the suspicion. Had he not been desiring above all things to see his friend and benefactor a happy and a heart filled man? Had he not been willing to give years of his life for that friend's sake? Now occurred a chance of the wish being fulfilled, au opportunity for Wilfred to aid in its accomplishment and he did not could not rejoice 1 It seemed as if Fate had heard his desires, and, with ironic intent, had forthwith placed him in this strange pre dicament that he might feel his weakness and inconstancy of motive. Fate, however, should not have the laugh altogether on her side. Wilfred raised his head resolutely. He was shaken, but not conquered. Gratitude, sympathy, affection, friendshiD were not so easily overturned, though rebel emotions migh't sweep the soul bare for a miserable half hour. He retraced his steps toward the terrace, leaving the flute-player still piping silently to the listening shrubberies. The two figures were sitting in the same spot as before, almost in the same attitudes. The woman's face was turned toward the darkness. She was not recognized. If Wilfred so willed it the recognition might not take place, and since Joseph must at all hazards return to town to-morrow this singular meeting might remain without result Why interfere with the natural course of things? The good angels of the man and the woman seemed to plead with him: "Give them this happiness; it is yours to bestow or withhold. The years since their parting have brought rich gifts to them. Sorrow and loneliness, knowledge ol life, vain toils and ambition have taught them how to prize what lies now within their grasp. With hold it not." "But how do I know that they would take it?" Wilfred argued feverishly. "She avoids recognition; she will not love him now more than she loved him then." "Give them the chance," urged the other, voices.. "She might, perhaps, love me." Wilfred shook off the thought He joined the two figures on the terrace, find ing them in much the same positions as be fore, Madame de Yerneville always with her face turned away. She spoke very little, and not m her usual voice. Draw ing his friend aside, Wilfred went straight to the point "There," he said, "is the heroine of your story of this morning." Joseph Parkes asked sharply what he meant But Wilfred would say no more. The elder man laid his band on the parapet; his self-respect demanded that he should keep calm. He scarcely doubted that Wil fred was right that attitude, that bend of the head; the only wonder was that he had not recognized her instantly. But the revelation was so sudden, so bewildering, that he scarcely knew what emotions moved him. His first idea was to escape from the spell like power that in the old days used to hold him captive. He felt that this power had increased in strength. The charm was of a kind to shun, unless he was willing to let the woman fool him a second time. But a new impulse moved him to go up to Madame de Vernevijle. He introdnced himself quietly, and she looked at him with an expression of fear and excitemen't in her dyes. "Go on say it, say it," she cried, hur riedly. "I have no defense to make." "And I have no reproaches," said Joseph with dignity. The light died out of her face at his tone. "Don't go," she said to Wilfred. "I am sorry we have met." said Joseph Parkes; "such meetings must always be painful." 'I regret that my unlucky presence should give you pain. I did not ordain the meeting." She rose and stood looking at her former lover with a face full of grief. Wilfred wondered that his friend did not seek to detain her as she prepared to retrace her steps down the steep pathway to the house. "Goodby," she said. She seemed re luctant to move, but as Joseph answered "Goodby, Madame de Verneville," she caught her breath and went down the path at a rapid pace. "Are you going to let her go?" cried Wilfred, "good heavens, you are out of your mind." "Don't make it harder forme to keep my head," Joseph pleaded; "that woman has heartlessly thrown me over once in her life is she to have that amusement the second time?" "She told me this morning that she came - ILLbBBBBBBBBBBbB P "k. ! ' I"1'l3 "" W aBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB H BsrssZIZZZlA LssssssaZ ' .r 13 ""-JJ .B r Hv BY HB S 300 TO 400 J&jLttHZ-EYT STREET. to this place because here she had enjoyed and thrown away the greatest joy she had ever had in her life or ever could hare; does that mean that she went back to her alle giance or that she has always remained in different to you?" "Don't tempt me with inch fancies ami after all to be twice fooled? What devil's potency is in some women that " "Oh! go and stop her!" cried Wilfred, ex citedly. He pushed his friend down the path and turned away in the darkness. There was no donbt now in Wilfred's mind that Berenice had written that letter, in a mere fit of anger or suspicion some kind person might have been calumniating Joseph and his way of coldly accepting his dismissal without a word was doubtless the reason why the misunderstanding had ended so disastrously. Berenice was ob viously a very prond woman, with all ber fantastic, wayward qualities. Wilfred saw the whole story; how she bad mourned for what she had flung away in her girlhood, yet had been too proud to confess it to the man who had given her no chance of doing so by a single word of regret or even of reproach. Perhaps it might have seemed to her that he had been glad to be freed from the engagement. An hour later Willred, still wandering among the shadows of the upper terraces, caught the sound of musio irom below. It was the same fascinating reel that had lured him into the dance at the beginning of this strange evening. They must be dancing again. Was she with thorn this time. He went to the ter race edge and peered down. He could see a few dancers under the limes, but neither Berenice nor Joseph was of the number. Wilfred moved away, seeking half con sciously the terrace ol the flute player. The statue was in deep shadow now, a pallid, lonely figure against the background ol dark shrubs. Wilfred stood leaning against the pedestal fighting down a dull pain in bis heart Be fore him was a long vista of silvered foliage, Sale with moonlight He started and caught is breath as two figures emerged from the side of the avenue. They paused, and stood gazing down the long ghostly lines of silent trees. Then the man bent down and kissed the fair hair that gleamed in the moonlight by his side; and the two figures moved and passed together, band locked in hand, down the silvered avenue. Presently the flute player, still impatient, found himself once more piping, forlorn in the solitude. The End. LATE NEWS IN BRIEF. Mt. Etna Is still boiling over. 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In tho Coaur d'Alene re gion, havo been removed. An extra session of the Argentine Con gress has been called to consider the finan cial condition of Buenos Ayres. The Chinese population in Montreal, Toronto and other eastern Canadian cities has doubled within four months. The Sunday Best League and the Fed eration of Labor In New Orleans have united to enforce the Sunday closing law. Chicago's City Direotory credits her with a population of 1,120,000, approximately the same as the estimate of the sohool census. Tho Italian cruiser Giovanni Bausan has been ordered to proceed to New York In Oc tober to take part in the Columbus celebra tion. The German Ministry of the Interior has issued orders to the frontlerguaras to main tain constant vigilance to prevent the entry into Germany of Russian Hebrews. Milwaukee lias another boodle sensation. A discrepancy of $34,000 has been fonnd in the accounts of the Water Department The City Engineer admits the shortage, bnt says it Is due to bad collections. Temporary barracks containing 100 sleep ing laborers working on the Chicago gas pipe line, near Loansport, Ind., collapsed Friday night. Two Italians wore killed and 15 workmen seriously injured. At Toronto Friday evening, a number of men working on a new railway bridge were precipitated to the tracks 20 feet below through the collapse of a timber. D. O'Brien, foreman, and W. P. Byle are be lieved tobe fatally Injured. October 13-has been fixed as the date for the Inauguration of President Pena, in the Argentine Republic The Rouqstas Mlstris tas and others are working with publlo officials endeavoring to force the resigna tion of the President-elect before that date. Sneaking with reference to the proposal DOWN TO $ 1 0 HEW ADVERTISEMENTS. 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