( 6 THE SCR ANTON ; TRIBUNE WEDNESDAY MORNING, DECEMBER 25, I83. a. in 't ar- -sf-a'- - ii -.- 'f ByLORENCE WARDEN ) Copyright. IKS, by Backeller, Johnson anJ IUcliell-r. It was an all-ilRht' Journey, ana a very cold one. Perhaps the state of the thermometer would not have mat tered so nim'h If the "Great London Success," with which the company were traveling had made a stronger Impres sion upon the audiences of the provin cial uwns to which It had been pre-neutwli-: ";. : Tr.cy were going north, and there was "walt'Vot four hour In one of the i itreariestrof. the Lancashire manufac turing towns. The company's carriage l.ad been .detached from the train nnd Bhiiiited .on to a tiding to wait for the cfliiy niorulntr train which was to take it on'tj I'uisely. The men of the company had nil got out as soon as the train drew up at the Cone 'Along," Antd She, Rather pnticntly. ' platform, and hod gone o(T Into the town In search of some establishment, no iv.ntter how lovely, which would open its doors to them and give them refreshment. The ladies, five In number, remained In their compartment, huddled up in their warmest cloaks, trying to get a little sleep. But it would not do; It was too cold. The "old woman," who was really old, rubbed her eyes misera bly. "They've all got off, I suppose!" she grumbled. "And of course they never .think of us." ( A- bright young girl from whose cheeks not even an all-night Journey could take the roses, sprang to her feet and let down the nearest window. "They shall think of us, though!" cried she, as she thrust her head and shoulders out of the window. "Come and let us out! Come and let us out, ' somfe of you, any of you!" cried she, im periously. And the next moment, catching sight, on the dimly-lighted platform, of a figure she knew, she cried: "Mr. Ardener! Mr. Ardener! Come and have pity on us. We are locked In like wild beasts; and I assure you we are getting very nearly as sav age. We've been kept too long without food, you see." The person addressed stepped nim bly down from the platform, and pick ed his way In the dark across the lines to the siding. , A. tall, well-made young man, with a kindly, open face, Cyril Ardener looked what he was, a really nice fellow, a favorite with his own sex and with the other. As the girl above him looked down Into his face. It was easy to see that she was one of those upon whom the ."Juvenile lead" had made a deep Impression. Miss Lillian Falrbrother (as she was called. upon the programmes) had gone on the stage against the wishes of her family, of course; but not without some prospect of success there. She be stowed upon Cyril, the smile of a prac tised and all-conquering flirt. But he hook a warning head. "You had much better stay where you are.V said he, persuasively. "The other fellows have gone wandering about in search of drinks. And as they are making a great noise and disturb ing everybody, without succeeding in their quest, I should advise you to give 4 them a. wide berth for the present." "Never mind. I'm coming out," snld Miss Falrbrother, with the ob stinacy of the spoilt beauty. "Open ' the door, please." .. 'You'll have nobody to talk to," per sisted Cyril, as he took out Ills key. "Not even you?" "Not even me. I'm going off to try and keep the others out of mischief." The door was opened by this time, and she was preparing to descend. 8ht graciously allowed Cyril to assist her. and rawnrded him with another smile. "Come along," said she. rather Impa tiently. For Cyril was lingering to rust a glunce Inside the carriage be fore he shut the door. As his eyes rest ed upon a pale, worn, roilned face, that of the leading Juvenile lady, a change came over Cyril's face, "l wish I could get you a cup of hot coffee, Miss Wells," he said. ' 'But before she could 'thank him tho - Inipfttlcjit Lilian had pulled him by force away from the door, crying out in pretended terror that she lienrd a train coming. The. face of Constance Wells flushed slightly as she settled herself again In her corner. Miss Browning, HUMOURS Instantly Relieved ' . . And Speedily Cured by fflcnira WHEN ALL ELSE FAILS A warm bath with CUTICURA SOAP , and a Single application of CUTICURA, (ointment), will afford Instant relief, per mit rest and sleep, and point to a speedy, I-' permanent curetf the most distressing of , kchingan'dburnlnrskinandscalpdiseases, liter all other methods fail. jflhW Sol ttronfhoal the voril f . Drllbk Sepoti F. Xssrsssi a . a. I " Kln werdi., Loa-1 I y Coo. PoTTaa Dace ad Cum. "'VyCr.Hrfi,Bat)ii,D.lw4 I in- I iBABYfi gave a snort of IniliS' nation. "Train coming. Indeed!" cried she. "That young lady can make trains and everything else come and go to suit her purpose. I call it disgraceful, the way In which she's got hold of that young. Mr Ardner, lllrting all the time with two or three of the others! Mr. 'Ardener never hud a word for unyone but you. Miss Wells, till she came Into the company. She doesn't wait for him to follow her about: she follows him!" The remaining two members of the company who were present glanced ap prehensively at Miss Wells. Of course, everybody knew that she and Cyril Ar dener had been something very like lovers before M!s;i Fail-brother's com ing, and had discussed among them selves the "cheek" of the newcomer, nnd the quiet way In which Miss Wells took her desertion. But the' subject had never before been mentioned In her presence. Now that It was mentioned, how ever. Miss Wells was quite equal to the occasion. She laughed a Jittle, nnd aid, easily, with more of her art than of her nature In her tones: "Very cruel of him. Isn't It? Or at least It would be cruel If I minded, But I don't, you see," "Of course not. Of course you don't," said the other ladles. Jt wat) about an hour after this when they heard steps on the line again, and somebody mounted up and looked in. Through the steam on the glass the face of a man could be dimly seen. He taliped softly at the window in Miss Wells' corner. A deeper flush came Into her white cheeks as she came face to face with Cyril Ardener. "Won't you ludies come out?" he said.. "I've found a lire, a real Are." But they refused, preferring the Ills they had to suiter to trudging over the rails in the keen outside air. Miss Wells, however, had not spoken. "You will come, won't you, Con stance?" said he. In a lower voice. A shiver ran through her, not caused by the cold. It seemed a long time since Cyril had called her by her Christian name. She hesitated, and then said. "Yes." Cyril helped her out, and led her across the lines back to the platform. Then she asked suddenly: "Where's Miss Falrbrother?" "She's gone off with Glynn," said Cyril, smiling. "After quarreling with me." "Ah!" said Constance. Cyril could detect Jealousy, pique, pride, In the simple utterance. They "Take Her Home," She walked along the platform In silence to the office of the station-master, where a bright Are was blazing. With a cry of delight Constance went down on her knees before It, and spread out her stiff fingers In the welcome warmth. Cyril stood near, looking down at her delicate, worn face, in which the blue eyes looked preternat urnlly large. After a long silence he said suddenly: "You think I asked you to come out because I had quarreled with that lit tle llirt? You were wrong." Constance flushed slightly, but did not glance up. . "I asked you because the little gooso let out something which was the last thing she should have let me know If she wanted me to forget you. You have been fretting, it seems." Brought to task bo abruptly, Con stance could not keep the tears out of her eyes. "No," said she, rather feebly. "Oh, but you have. Now tell me, Is it true that you are not bo hard as you pretend to be? Is It true, for Instance," and he came nearer to her, "that you are aorry you snubbed me so unmerci fully that day you know when?" There was a pause. Constance was much agitated. But she gathered her forces together, and unswered with some spirit: "No, It Is not true. I am not sorry." But there wan a tremor In her gentle voice a tenderness in hor eyes, which belied her words. "I don't believe you," said Cyril, as he knelt down on the floor beside her. "1 mean I don't believe your words. I believe your eyes. And I can read In them that you do care; that you have been unhappy, lonely, since you quar reled with me." , Then she gave way, and a piteous lit tle sob betrayed the feeling she had been trying to hide. He stole one of her white hands, which not even the frost had succeeded in making red and ugly, and held It tenderly In his own. She cried lit silence for a few minutes, and then -turned upon him fiercely: "Why do you torment me?" Bhe ask ed, with something like terror In her Voce, . , "Because I love you, Connie; because I know you have had a hard life, which Is not growing any easier, and because I want to give you some ease, aome rest, some happiness,' darling.''-1 , "j ' ' "But jou can't. ; You know you can't Oh, Cyril, don't begin it all over again!" ' Hut he had both her hands now. Hi was holding them In'a trm grip, look ing Into her face, with An expression of the "old woman,' longing tenderness which thrilled her, warmed her In spite of herself. "My darling, couldn't you trust me? Don't you think I would make you hap py as long as you live?" He could see in her eyes the struggle which was going on between her feel ings and her instincts of duty and honor. "Don't you think I would make you a kind husband, Constance?" With a sudden Impulse she snatched her hads away. "Ah, if you could! If you only could!" she said, plteously. "But you know you can't, you can't, while my husband is alive!" Cyril moved Impatiently. "Now Isn't this nonsense, child?" said he with an air of Indulgent tolerance. "Your husband treated you uisgraceful ly; as badly as a man could treat a wo man. He deserted you for another wo man five years ago. Since he went to America three years ago, you haven't heard whether he Is alive or dead, and have the strongest reason for thinking he is dead. And yet you must bring this hideous memory for he is nothing more to you to stand In the way of your own happiness. For you would be happy with me. Don't you know It? Come now, tell me!" "Yes. I know It: I am sure of it," whispered she. "And yet" "Well, and yet what?" "I can't do it. I can't, I can't." "dive me only a reason, and I'll re spect It. Her head dropped. "Though I never really cared for my husband and do care a great deal for you, still I can't pretend to be your wife while he Is alive. I don't say I'm wise: I don't even say I'm right. But that's how I feel, and there's the end of it." She sprang to her feet, nnd drew her cape around her shoulders again. She would eo back to the carriage, sne saiu, But he cutwed her. And, because she loved him, because It was a delight to her to be with him once more, even if their Interview was as full of pain as of pleasure, she stayed. At last, though she would not yield to his entreaties, she gave a half-consent to his proposal that she should take lodgings for the ensuing Aveek In tho house where he was going to stay. This seemed a very good suggestion, as the town to which they were going was no torious for the badness of Its lodgings, a white face. i and the poor Scotch Inn, where Cyril and the manager was going to stay, of fered a prospect of comparative luxury. But Constance, when she again at back In her corner of the railway car riage, found herself dwelling with so much eagerness on the pleasure she would have In being for a week con stantly In the society of the man she loved, that she recognized with fear that the joy was In fact a temptation. When, therefore, Cyril came to the door of the compartment at their Journey's end, he found that her mood and her manner had changed. "Come, said he, gently, as he took her bag and offered her his hand. "We shall have to walk, but It Isn't far to the hotel." She looked steadily before her, with "Thank you. But I have changed my hind. I am going to stay with Miss Browning." And she walked quickly away with- Said In a Low Voice. out giving him time for protest or re ply. There was no reward of virtue for poor Constance. All that week Cyril devoted himself to Miss Falrbrother; and Constance, although she managed to hide the misery she felt, could not stifle It. She felt that she loved this man so deeply that he powers of resistance were growing unequal to the strain. After all, was there not truth In what he urged, that she owed no duty to the man who had so neglected her? This nominal husband that must indeed be dead. For three years she had heard nothing of him. Was she not free, in law as wel as morally, to contract a fresh marriage? So she tortured herself, and mean while held aloof as much as possible from all intercourse with Cyril except on the stage. But the parts they played were those of lovers; and the harrassed woman felt that they betrayed their feelings In every word, In every look, that they were forced to exchange in the business of the stage. At the end of the week, as she left the theatre after hot night's work, the hall-keeper told her that there was a man outside waiting for her. "He wanted to come in and wait here. miss; but he was too drunk to stand and I wouldn't let him In. There he is by the doorway. If you go- the other way you 11 miss him." But Constance was looking at the hu man wreck the man pointed out with wide eyes full of fear. She knew him, changed though he was. He was in rags, dirty, haggard; .n appalling spectacle. She answered the hall-keeper by a gesture rather than by words, and made step In tht direction of the doorway within the shelter of which her husband was standing. He staggered forward and clutched her arm.' As she stopped Cyril Ardener came out by the stage door on his way homewards. He uttered an exclamation of disgust, and darted forward to send the wretch about his business. With one quick movement he released her, and supporting her trembling figure In his arms, said quickly: "My poor darling! Don't be frighten ed. I'll aee you home." The other man uttered a hoarse sound meant, for a laugh. He was slinking away without a word, when Constance recovered .herself. .. . "Let me go. Let me go, Cyril," she whispered. "It Is my husband." Cyril wan so much shocked that he was speechless. Before he , could re cover from his disgust and amaaement, Miss Fairbother, pretty, bright, brim mlng over as usual with provocative co quetry, ran out and stopped at the strange group. She had caught Con stance's words, 'and her face was a pic ture of amusement, horror, and mali cious satisfaction by turns. Constance gave Cyril one eloquent look,' full of pathetic sadness,- of rigid determination. Then she glanced at the young girl, who seemed unable to pass the group. 'Take her home," she said, In a low voice. And she turned to her husband. "Tom," she said, "are you coming home with me?" "Yes, if you'll have me," he answer ed, In a hoarse voice. He . was less grateful than sullen, spiritless. Perhaps he was hardly so ber; but his tottering footsteps were the result of Illness rather than of In toxication. She led him to her lodgings. got him some clothes, gave him food, and placed him In a chair by the fire. In all that she did there was no pre tense of welcome or affection; but she was kind, thoughtfully attentive, gen tle, as she would have been to a strang er. For the truth was that there was nothing In TomAnderson to rouse ten der feelings in the woman who had "I Mean I Don't Deliovo Your Words.' found him out. He took her attentions in a hang-dog fashion, with some little shame, perhaps, but with still more ir ritation. When he had eaten his sup per and was provided with a cigarette he began to assume ulrs lofty Indig nation at the words he had overheard Cyril address to her. "I don't know whether that's the way you have been allowing every young jackanapes you met to speak to you while I have been away!" grumbled he. " 'My poor darling,' indeed!" But, much to his amazement, Con stance burst out laughing. She had been so gentle that he was prepared to find her humble, also, and ready to allow him to get the upper hand again. "You won't talk like that, will you. please'." she said, trying to repress her involuntary, bitter amusement. "You must be satisfied to know that I have behaved rightly, according to my own ideas, as you no doubt have, according to yours." He glanced at her quickly, with a rising Hush of indignation in his sullen 'face. But he was abashed, and had the sense to say nothing. "I am not going to worry you with any moralizing, any questions," she went on, looking at the fire. "I would, of course. If I cared; but I don't. I will do what I can for you take care of you till you are better able to go away. But but that's all." "Then you are not going to make It up again?" whined he. Constance looked at him quickly and her eyes filled with tears. If there had been a spark of affection In his tone, of longing for the warmth of his wife's heurt, as distinct from power over her purse, she would not have been hard to him. But love for another and love returned had made her clear-sighted. She shook hor head. "No more than that," she said, gently. He kept his head bent for a little while, looking at the fire. Then he nodded philosophically. After all, he had outgrown any feeling for his wife long ago. In the meantime he might think himself sure of a roof and a crust as long ts she was In an engagement. "Well, as you like," said he, at last. Over his face there passed a curious look. In the pause that followed hei own words she had been woman enough to hope that he was going to coax, to entreat. And she was disappointed. She rose quickly from her chair. "I couldn't get another room In this house," said she. "So I've got one net door. But It's a poky little place, not' what you would like; so you can have mine. I will have the one In the next house. Good night." She waited one moment at the door, looking at him curiously. He glanced up. "Thank you. Good night," said he. In another moment she was outside the house. On the opposite side of the road a man was standing. He crossed quickly over to her. "Constance, I want to see you." "Cyril!" "Oh, my poor child, what an experi ence for you! What are you going to do?" Then he stopped, looking at her In amazement. "Why, I don't understand. You look happier than I have seen you for ever so long. Is it possible you care for fot him?" Constance shook her head, smiling rather sadly. MOVAY'S PILLS, Always Reliable, Purely Vegetable, MILD BUT EFFECTIVE. Portly vegetable, act without pain, alerant- ix nwM, WHIM, small easy w iase. ly e Rsdwsys tills aaaiat nature, itiuaUtine to Deititaiai activity we liver, bowels ana otner a geitivo organ i. Uarloe tba bowala In a nat ural condition without any bad altar effeota. Cure Sick Headache, Blliousnoss, Constipation, Piles AND-' ' All LIvop Disordors. MDWAV'I PILLS are portly vegaUM. mild and reliable. Cauaa parfect Dli-ntlon, eom plata absorption and baalthf ul regularity. B eta. a box. At Drufelata, or by null "Book of AdTlea" free by aail7 , v RAOWAY CO., P. O. Boa ML York. "I wish It were possible." she said. "I don't care for htm, I care for you. And yet, now that he has come back. I am happier than I was before. I am thank ing Heaven that he did come In time. I was not so strong as I pretended, Cy ril. I was getting afraid." But Cyril looked Impatient, misera ble. "You have sacrificed your life!" said he, passionately. "And saved my what Is it? pride? Well. I am satisfied, Cyril; a man can never understand a woman; I don't understand myself. But I am happier tonight knowing that I am out of dan ger, that there is to be no more strug gling and no more questioning, than I was before." "He will be a burden to you as long as you live." "I can't help that." "Constance, this la quixotism." "Well, I can't help that either. Good night." And she disappeared Into the house. Wrhen Tom Anderson died, six months later, Cyril Ardener was already the husband of Lilian Falrbrother. But Constance was not unhappy, except In the fear that the little coquette would muke an indifferent ife. She had been true to hor best self; she had gained a victory which had made her strong. And to the end of her life she will congratulate herself upon her very best performance. (The End.) BROKE THE TOBACCO TRUST. Tobacco Manufacturers Loaing Ten Milllont a Year. Great Excitement In St. Loula-No Possi bility of Preventing Still Greater Loss In '96. St. Louis, Dec. 23. Special. Col. William KlrcholT, General Western Manager of the American Tobacco com pany, has been a user of tobacco all his life, and for years has smoked as many as twenty cigars dally. After using a few boxes of No-To-Bac, the desire for tobacco is completely gone, and he is wonderfully Improved in health. His cure is attracting a creat deal of attention and comment, and many prominent St. Louis business men are following his example. People are Just waking up to the fact that the continued use of tobacco is very in jurious. An interview with Mr. H. L. Kramer, the originator of No-To-Uac, develops the fact that within three years it has reached an enormous sale, almost en tirely upon merit alone. Over one mil lion boxes of No-To-Bac have been sold, and 300,000 tobacco users cured. At the present rate No-To-Bac will cure In '98 from 200,000 to 300.000, and as Mr. Kra mer says, "It is always the worst cases that want a cure; those who have chewed and smoked from boyhood some of them thirty, forty and fifty years, and we even have records of cures after sixty years of tobacco using. So, you can see that, If they are spend ing an average of $50.00 a year (this is a small amount), the cure of 200,000 to bacco users In '96 would result in the loss of the sale of tobacco amounting to over $10,000,000 which will be saved to the cured." No-To-Bac Is truly a medical wonder for It not only destroys the desire for to bacco, but Invigorates the nervous sys tem and marvelously increases weight and strength. Like all great successes, No-To-Bac has many Imitations and substitutes, and the public should be warned against them. No-To-Uac Is the original tobacco habit cure, and Is sold under an absolute guarantee to cure the tobacco habit, by your own druggist. Manufacturers of the Calibrated PILSENER LAGER BEER CAPACITY I foo.ooo Barrels per Annum sra REV1VO RESTORES VJTAUTY. Made a Well Ma'. Utk Day. of Me. tub wmt aoth Day. cirurixj'ox r.ziim.juj-itb' pradaeee the above results In 30 days. ItacO powarf ullr and quickly. Cucoa wbeo all other (all Vomaf aaa will regain their loat manhood. aad old Baa will recover their youthful ior by tielne HKT1TO. II caieai; wd aurely reetoree Nervous. eat, LVoat Vitality. Impoteac;. Klfbtly Emissions, Lost lewer, Fatllnt Memory, WssUna Diseases, and all eeTeai of eelt-etrase or aieeu aad Indlacretloa. whtak aaata oae lor study, kuaineae or marrtafle. It ao sab cures by etartlni st the east at disease, but Is aarssi aer tonic and blood builder, brlur 1st bask the piak glow to pale ahceka and re Me tins tfaa Are) of youth. 1 wsrda off InsaUty and Oaasumptloa. Insist oa bseu- BEVIVO, no ether. It sen be carried la veil oeket. By mail, 1.00 ser paeiaKe, or all for M.OO, with poet tie writtem guarantee to rue est tej and tBoaaoaay. Circular tree. Address 0m MEDICINE CO.. 13 Rlter St. CHiCMO. ILL few bbV y aTattfaewe Brea,, Davawle L...... ..ull.U APaeltlteWrlttee CearejBjeed ar ami all sttuxua- sllnMint both of youns and mldille ejreil men ancl women. The Revolt of trretmest. ERKORS. Droduclns weak, awiuicuccieoi iuuthiuu M,nerTae vvui.,i.iyiHij i.iiiiMKiue, vooevBir Insanity, Exhausting drainsandlomof power of the Imaul Cnnimmntlan. drains and loes of power of the Geo rUcelequrckly cured by Dr. Itodrlvuee Bpealeh Nerve airalae. Toe not only cure br sUrtlne si the seat of die ease, but an it areas NKUVK l'ONIO sajd ULOIIB ilUlLUeil, biTnttnf heck the alek aTevr te rale ekeeke and restorlni; tbT flltE 0)r YOUTH to the erauveureansannmiur onerorscuuy. ousineasana t naUeat. By nasi), at.oo per bos or d for d with writ, ten neraatee te care er refund the vneney. Boos, tn pesiwj.iffTP" '-i-..iinTsav.aswitra Fof sale by JOHN H. PHELPS, Trufl lit, Wyoming ave. and Spmca street. ROOF TMRIRG M0 SOLOEtCG All dena away with by the use of HART. JAN'S PATENT PAINT, wbloh eonabiU M Ingredients well-known to ail. It oaa be ppjmd to tin, galvanised tin, sheet Iron roofa, also to briok dwaliaga. whloh wUI Ereveat absolutely any crumbllag, eraok ig or breaking of the briok. It will one last Una la a of any kind by many yeftra, and It'a oaot does not exceed one-fifth tkat of the oaat of tinning. Is sold by tka) Jofe ar pound. Contracts taken by ANTONIO ttAATMAKN. 18 aUroh WL LAGER BEER BREWERY, mmA ) (ACTION TO OUR Washburn-Croshy Co. wish to assure their many pa rons that they will this year hold to their usual custom pi milling STRICTLY OLD WHEAT until the new crop is fully cured. New wheat is now upon the market, ana owing to the excessively Jry weather many millers ar of the opinion that it is already cured, and in proper condition for milling. Washburn-Crosby Co. will take no risks, and will allow the new wheat fully thre months to mature before grinding. This careful attention to every detail of milling has placed Wuhburn-Crosby Co.'s flour far above other brands. ek LeJLsJ fa!?1 r MEGARGEL Wholesale Agents. Christmas Attractions BEAUTIFTL GOODS AT LOW PRICES. 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