. w 'WJHir' TfiplSpf i Wt ' THE SCRAKTON TRIBUNE-FRIDAY MORNING, MAY 28, 1807. ! IU Rome Reading Circle $ f AT THE HOUSE OF THE SCARLET WITCH. 1 By MAX PEMBERTON. tCopyrlglit, 1857, by ! SYNOPSIS. Tho Abbo Morellct, euro of tho village of "i'vette, Is Journeying to I'arls with his vnlet nnd groom. As they enter tho wooJs of ft. Cloud, near I'arls, thoy aro ovur taken by three masked horsemen. They nro all well dressed two of thim aro fine ly built men, but the other hnn a Blight Blrllsh figure. The abbo nnd hl party aro a little suspicious of their Intentions, which suspicion is not rclloved .when tho tallest of the rldeis addresses him ns the bishop of !lols nnd warns hlin. of the witches that haunt tho wood, Tho abbe protests that ho Is not, tho bishop, but the rider Insists that ho Is, Tho abbo then cxplulr.s that he 1? golnr; to I'arls to place his ward, Corlnno do Monte.'Fon, In .1 convent. Ha ha heard that she Is tho friend of all tho no'er-do-wells In I'arls, nnd lately has he'.ped the notorious hlsh- wayman, Coq-le-Rol, to escape from tho police. Ctrinne has tho favor of the king, nnd ho had hoped that she would help him In his ambitions, but he has remained an obscure abbe. This, together with tho reports of Corlnne's escapades, has deter mined him to go to see his refractory ward and put her In o convent. PAirr ii. This seemed a very simple resolution In 'theory; but when the Abbe entered tho dark woods of St. Cloud after his conversation with the three Jesters In the, rpnBks, the practice of It besan to be difficult. He remembered that the last time he had been to Paris, they had led lilm such a life In the great house that he had been truly thankful to get back to his little hamlet and to Tils own poor people. He had Just a linking suspicion that his authority might be laughed at again. Besides, he was not In Pails yet; and there before him lay the dark woods against which the three strangers had warned him. "Bah," said ho as he quitted the high road and plunged into the darkness of the silent thicket, "strange sights and Rounds, Indeed. Am I a child to be frightened by old women's talcs? Nev er let It be said. Thank God, there Is a ducking stool still for witches; and I 'p'nall knbw where to complain if I am molested. We must be in Paris before midnight that Is ceitain." The reflection contorted, him. It was wry dark in the woods, and so si lent that tho sound of distant church bells or the barking of dogs sounded like voices from a far-off world. The pun' had sunk below the rim of the western hills now, and only a deep blue-gray light, blending with pink at the peaks of the clouds, marked the lingering day In the thickets them selves the mystery and- spell o the night was already omnipotent. The Abbe could not put off a certain dread prid foreboding. His two servants did not attempt any such task. They told each other, consolingly, that they 'would be dead men 'beforo morning; and so they rode Jiand in hand, each devoutly hoping that tho other would be the victim of the night, and that the Abb, their master, would precede them to the grave. No superstition was too gross for them to believe. They . fallowed every goblin and witch and lemon, dwarf that tradition had named lor a hundred years or more. There was mot a ghost in all France that theywou'ld not have staken their life uponJ- An'd hero at St. Cloud where W'I'lapP bad could tell you of the "pcare.twlteh who rode upon the wings of the wind when the sun had set and theelves were abroad In the foiest wifat; jnlracle, they asked, could save them from the perils of an encounter wither,, ,.,. baVs henirt it said," muttered Fr&ticols to Jean, as they drove their stubborn asses still deeper into tho woods; "I have heard it said that you have but to Took upon the woman to be '-forever blind." r'' Jcan gleaned. ''"',''''CJo'a"giant that our master sees her first," said he. . JI'AVQ worse than that," said the val let; tfymt are young and good-looking she will kiss you upon tho forehead.and then you are branded like one who has been sent to the galleys."' Jean sighed. "Saint Denis," said he, "I knew how It would be. We shall die here, com radeand tor what? Because we fol low our mnster. Is that our duty? I tell you ho is no longer himself. Did you hear how yon fellows called him? Be mire of It they have betwitchd him already. I am ready to die tor the Abbe of Vvette; but a plague upon me if I ride another league tor the Lord Bishop of Blois." He slopped his ass with the word, nnd Francois, the valet, made haste to Imitate hlin. They ,were at this mo merit in a glade so deeply bordered by chestnut trees that you could scarce see a patch of gray sky above. The muss beneath their feet was Boft and yielding, and the asses sunk In it al most to the hocks. The figure of the Abbe was' scarce to be discerned, al though but twenty paces before them. It was a gloomy spot dark, threaten ing, lonely. A stag, which leaped up at their coming, set the hearts of tho cowardly pair beating like pumps. And Just at the supremo moment of their alarm, what should they see In the hol low but a great Hash of crimson light which, lit, up the brake about them until every twig seemed to have been dipped ON FIRE Bklng on flro with torturing, dliflgurlnfj, Itching, burnlng.tjleedlng, scaly, and pimply humori, Instantly relieved by a warm bath with Cuticuju. Boap, a single application of Cuticuiul (ointment), the great ikln curs, vid a full dose of Cuticuua Kksolve-nt. dtioura Ii 614 tto tpentthe world. Port" D. O. Coir , M Prop,, ttofton, " Uo loL'urt Torturing IIiuno,"(K. MIY'i ClIU 8e4lpudIIlrparia4inl Btta CM II fatd by Cencvaa ar. SKINS Max rcmbcrton. I In blood, every tree trunk to be a scar- I In ..lin.tlnM nn.l..wi.1 . . I... t, n fftinfltlV irt jinn-ilium lAjjijuivu up uj un. w.... Unmet. Twice the light flashed, livid, smoking, terrible then darkness toll; nnd from the wood there came a scream of many voices raised In an aw ful wall like the wall of departed spirits or of men in their agony. At the first Hashing of the fire, the Abbe's pony stood quite still, shiver ing with fear. Nor was his master in any better plight. "Francqls," roared ho; "Jean, do you not hear me? God'help us all what a thing to seel" But Francois and Jean heard nothing. They were even then on their way back to Yvette, nt all the speed of which asses are capable. Long the Abbe called them, In language the Church might not have approved, but which the occasion nnd the Abbe's fear demanded. When he" found at last that he was alone, beads of perspiration stood upon his forehead, and It seemed thnt a hundred spirits were mocking him in the wood. "Oh! groaned he, "whnt do I see? Where am I? Who Is It that follows me? That I should have left my home to come to such a place! Heaven help me or I am surely lost." He beat his pony the more In his fear, and driving the unwilling beast through the thicket only by a generous application of his cudgel, he came out at last upon a sward over which great trees cast shadows of fantastic shape. The spot was desolate enough for any thing; but It was lighter than the copso ho had Just quitted, and the stars shining brightly in the gray heavens above, seemed to send down a message of courage. "Come," said the Abbo to himself, ns lift wined the perspiration from his forehead and began to take heart n little, "why do I fear when I have but ten crowns In my pocket? Who would harm the Cure of Yvette? Not the footpads of Saint Cloud, I am sure. And I do not believe In spirits cer tainly they are for hag's talc. What I saw was the fire of some charcoal burn er. No doubt that was It. My men will come up presently, nnd we will all go on together. I could laugh to re member what a figure I cut." He did laugh at the remembrance, but It was a poor attempt hollow and mocking like the thought which bred It. And ho began now to be very anx ious tor the company of his servants, bidding them come forth from the thicket where he believed them still to lie. "Francois, Jean!" he bawled, "It Is I, your master, who calls you. What do you fear, knaves? Am I not here to protect you? Oh, surely, I will lay my cudgel upon your backs tomorrow." To his amazement, neither Jean nor Francois answered his appeal; but in tho wood behind him there arose again tho errie wail, and now It was long sus tained and piercing like the wall' of witches upon the wing. "Hail to the Lord Bishop of Blois!" was the cry; "hail! hail! Whither ho goes, there go we lololla lolalla lo lalla!" The echo toll from wood to wood and grove to grove until It died away In moaning sighs afar, at the. heart of the forest. When the last note was stilled, the Abbe heard a voice, sweet and fresh and young, crying; "What shall be done to the Lord Bishop of Blois!" And from the woods the answer came: "He must suffer, he must suffer lolalla lolalla lolalla." A loinl peal of laughter followed the words, and while the laughter rang, the thicket was lit again with the flam ing crimson light. The Abbe's heart threatened to stand still when he saw, grouped there upon the green, the strangest company he had ever beheld in al(rhls,llfe. Dressed In scarlet, some like devils, some like dwarfs, some like hideous creatures with horns protrud ing from their brows, the throng ap peared to be led by a woman whose sugar-loaf cap and sweeping crimson skirts answered In all things to the popular picture of a witch. When the Abbo beheld her she rode upon a great, black horse, but those around her were mounted upon white ponies, and the whole company, galloping out of the woods presently, they surrounded thu trembling ecclesiastic and roared un til the very woods rang as with demon voices: "Long live the Lord Bishop of Blois lolalla-lolalla!" It was a strange scene; the torches, which many of the masqueraders had now lighted, casting a livid glow upon the scarlet dresses and masks and whitened faces of the dwarfs and de mons and horrid monsters who now flocked about the amazed Cure of Yvette. He, on his part, knew not whether tho whole were a hideous dream, or the perpetration of bomo masquerade, of which .lie was to be the victim. Possibly deep down in his mind there was borne the question are these human things or spiritual? Even the learned were gross ltusuper .etltlon In the middle of the eighteenth century, and the excellentvnbbe was no wiser than other men perhaps even a little more prone to believe In omen and the unseen than the common citi zen. No wonder, if the terror of tho wood and the dark of the night and tho horrid yells of the horned and hoofed company which he now swarm ed about him contributed to his bewild erment. A hundred possibilities occur red to him while the ciles were still ringing in his ears. He had heard of the terrible Jests which courtly mas queraders had perpetrated on thosn who were obnoxious to them. Could he have given offenso in high places or was it true, after all that the woods of St. Cloud wero peopled by spirits and elves and witches, and that ho had' fallen Into their power? He said he would believe no such tale, and with this resolution to nervo him) he turned of a sudden upon the horde who pressed about him and began to argue with them. PAivr in. "Sirs." said' he." "I have heard much talk of the Lord Bishop of Blois, nnd I see plainly that you mtalake me for him. Know then that I am but a sim ple priest, tho cure of Yvette, airs, and that I ride to Paris upon an affair of very great Importance." lie spoke 'the words very slowly, but, to his astonishment, no one gave any answer. All together, witches, dwaifs and demons, they begnn to repent his explanation In a sort of monotone, the key of which changed note by note un til It roso to a discordant and unearth ly shriek. "Sirs," they cried, "we have heard much talk of the Lord Bishop of Blois and wo Bee plainly that you .mistake us for him. Know then that we are but simpln priests, tho cures of Yvette, and that we ride to Parts upon an affair of very J4reat Importance." Tho Abbe, deafened by the clam.ir, put his lingers Into his can nnd ur.gan to shiver with fear. "del," he murmured, "you arc all mad." "Clel," repeated the scarlet company, "we are all mad." The sally was roared rrither than In toned; nnd at the end of It, tho whole company bent low in their saddles, the men doffing their hats to tho terrified Abbe, the women blowing kisses to him. Then the scarlet woman, who appeared to bo the mistress of tho throng, raised her fresh young voice nnd asked again: "What must be done to the Lord Bishop of Blois?" And for the second time, the answer enme: "Ho must suffer ho must suffer lolalla lolalla lolalla!" The Abbe was really frightened now, Tho wailing melancholy of the chaunt; tho hideous shnpbs of the men who rode nt Ills side; tho strange, distorted whitened faces seemed to him to re semble nothing human, nothing known. Minute by minute, tho conviction crept upon him that here was the scarlet witch of whom the common people spoke In their folk-tales. The" more ho said to himself, "It Is a Jest," the far ther was his mind from accepting that assurance. He Bhuddered when ho re membered that he was alone with Jesters so terrible. "Oh," he moaned, ut last, "what do you want with me? what would you do with me?" "Oh," echoed the crowd with Btentor lan voice, "what do you want with us? what would you do with us?" "Sirs," walled the Abbe, "tor pity's sake have done with It and tako me where you will. I have but ten crowns upon me, nnd these you shall find in my pouch. Get them, I pray you, and permit me to go in peace." A mocking peal of laughter nttended this simple confesslson. "Wh'at shall be done with the ten crowns of the Lord Bishop of Blois?" asked a great, horned goblin who rode upon the binallest o the small whtta ponies. Tho girl with tho crimson Nat an swered: "He shall buy a supper at the House of tho Scarlet Witch." The command moved the company to frenzies of turbulent delight. Beforo the wretched victim could protest or answer, strong hands had clutched Ills bridle rein to lead his pony through tho woods; other hands had clapped a bandage to his eyes, and knotted It so tightly behind his ears that the whole of the strange vision of grotesque and grinning figures was shut instantly from his view. He knew only that his pony was currying hlin rapidly through the forest; that the air became fresher as he mounted to the higher places of the park; that lie was led It might have been for the space of t"n minutes before his breast was stopped and he was lifted gently to tho ground. Never once, however, whllp the procession moved, did the throng ceuse their un earthly monotone. The chaunt rose, ever like a voice of the night the wall of spirits wandering or of phantoms nt their pleasures. When It stopped at last with a. sudden crash, the Abbe's pony stopped, too. A strong arm en circled his waist; ho was lifted from the saddle and bidden to walk; he knew that he was entering some 100m in a house a gentle hand forced him Into a Eep t, it removed his bandage; he could see' again. By this time the unhappy man was Incapable of surprise. The scene in the wood had robbed him of all power of reason. When they stripped him of his bandage and ho was able to look about him, ho neither spoke nor won dered. Yet the spectacle was strange enough to have rfmazed a bolder man. For the Abbe sat then In a room draped In scarlet; and more than that, he sat in a high chair before a long table lit pleasingly by the soft light of many wax candles; and so weighed down with plate and exquisite cut glass that the scarlet drapery below was hardly to be seen. As for the company, that also was a scarlet company; devils, de mons, witches; their whitened faces now hidden by crimBon masks, their very hair appearing to be of the bright est red. Even the walls were draped In the same glowing colors; while the at tendants, some In hideous masks, some garbed like scarlet elves, capped the scheme fittingly. Yet this was the cu rious thing no word was spoken, no greeting given. The company sat like mutes. The Abbe shuddered again; ho could not altogether suppress the thought that he might be supping with the risen dead. Such a hauling suggestion was quick to pass. Though a. grim forebod ing pursued' htm while, he asked him self; ''Where will It end? What did they mean when they called me the Lord Bishop of Blois and said that I must suffer7" He, good man that ho waa and thero wns none better In France, was like other men In possess ing a healthy nppeplte. Tho groaning table put some heart Into hlin. "I have ridden far nnd a well boiled capon with a cup of .Burgundy will not como amiss to me," ho jthought. And so for the first time Blnce ho had entered tho ter rlblo' wood he permitted himself to hope. "They will let me rldo on when super Is done," ho assured phlmself, "and I shall be In Paris, after all, by tho last day of the month. It would never do to bo delayed 'over tomorrow, tor the king returns to Paris then, and Corlnno will see him and cheat me once more. Certainly, I must be in Paris to morrow. Meanwhile, I will see what sort of a supper it is, tor I am very hungry.'' ' One of the servants had set a plate before 'him now, a plate upon which wns a llttlo silver dish exquisitely gar nished and rerved. So tempting did the morsel look that the good Abbe hastened to plunge his fork Into It, but at the first mouthful ho made an ugly grimace' and was unable to with hold nn exclamation. "Clel," cried he, "that Is nothing but bread crumbs." He looked round the table appeallng ly, but no one in the masked company vouchsafed to htm an answer. All were busy upon similar dishes, of which they appeared to partake with exceeding relish. Indeed, they had fin ished their portions before the Abbe had recovered from his astonish ment; and while he was still looking nt them a lackey, dressed In crimson, carried In a dish, upon which wns a smoking fish of great size, and began to serve slices of it to the Abbe first, nnd afterward to the other suppers. At the same moment another attend ant filled the Abbe's glass a magnifi cent glass of the rarest Venetian work with wine from a crystal goblet, and then did a similar service for tho rest of tho company. The action reassured tho hungry cur?. For the second time he plunged a ready fork Into the dish beforo him. "Fish Is fish," he said to himself, while he smacked hl3 lips In famished anticipation. The assurance scarce had comforted him when he broke out with a word which was neith er eccleslastcal nor abbotorlal: "Nom du dlabl.e" he exclaimed, "but this Is bread, too." How It came to be, In what manner the ehe.it had been contrived, the Abbe knew no more than the dead. Yet there was tho fish right enough, and a second mouthful convinced him that It was made of nothing but bread. "St. John," cried he, sitting back In his chair, "who ever heard of that a fish made of bread crumbs; and everyone eating of It as though It were a mullet from the king's table. Body of St. Paul they are all mad." Mad or sane, the tcarlet company ap peared to enjoy the fish very much. Their heads bent over their plates, the suppers varied their occupation of eat ing only by the equally pleasant one of tuklng long draughts from the crystal goblets beforo them. They did not ap pear so much as to notice that the Abbo was appealing to them. His words, his exclamations, his questions, fell alike upon deaf ears. Not a man listened to hini, not a woman raised her eyes to watch him. Nor did his anger, which presently succeeded to his hunger, help him at all. That, too, was abso lutely unobserved. Had he roared like a bull.tbe mo-sked company would have remained oblivious of his presence. "Ho! ho!" said he at last, while ho leant back in his chair, and raised the goblet In his hand, "a plague upon the table which sets brend crumbs before a hungry man!" He put the goblet to his lips nnd tool: a long draught from It. The wine, he had said, would at any rate wash tho tasteless bread from his mouth and so he held the cup long. When at length he put It down, there was upon bis faco the most unclerical grimace that had ever ea,t there. "Maledetto," cried he, "but that is water." To be Continued. ONK MILLIONAIRE'S STAKT. Penniless, He Went Itiglit Over to Bank nnd Got .Money. From the Times-Herald. A young German Immigrant, who had not a dollar in the- world and no rela tives, friends, or acquaintances In Am erica, worked his way westward from New York until he reached a small town In Ohio, where he secured a posi tion as clerk in a flour and feed store and went to work. In almost on In credibly short time he learned the Eng lish language and had mastered the few,details of the business he was In. One day he walked Into another toed store a few blacks away, said that he had heard that the proprietor of tho place desired to .sell out and Inquired the price. The feed dealer wanted Jl. 600. After a few Inquiries the caller said: "All right. I vlll call tomorrow nt 10 and ve'll go over to the bank and get the money." tub rcsTivn noiujn. Copyright, 1897 by Mitchell & Miller No ono knew anything about tho young German. Tho feed man who wanted to sell Jumped to the conclusion that tho prospective purchaser must have brought considerable mopcy from Germany. The next day promptty on time, the German called to take pos session. Together they entered the bank. Tho German approached tho cashier's win dow, Introduced himself nnd said: "DIs Is Mr. Jones, who keeps the feed store on Main street. I hnf bought out his place for $1,G00, and ve haf called to get tho money." "I beg your pardon," replied tho ensh Icr," but you have no account here, have you?" "You don't understand," earnestly remarked the German, "I don't vant nn account at all; I vnnt only tho money." "But vou have no money In this bank," explained the official. "Of course not," assented the caller. "If I had money I vould pay dls man myself. But I haven't any money at all, so I must come to you to get It." "But wo can't let you have money unless you first give it to us." "Then why is a bank?" excitedly de manded the would-be borrower. The colloquy which ensued waxed so loud that tho president of the bank came out of his private office to sec what was the matter. He took the young German in hand personally. The latter told the banker all about himself and his alms, and In fess than a half hour the bank had loaned him $1,GC0 nnd held a first mortgage on a feed store owned by the happiest young foreigner In America. That occured many years ago, It is true, but that young German today Is the head of a corporation capitalized at $1,000,000, and his name, if I were to give it here, would bo recognized In stantly as ono of the leading business latlng the selection of Jurymen. I con men of this country. SOME LIES ABOUT KANSAS. People of the Sunflower Stnto Sny thnt Most ofThom Aro Myths. From tho Kansas City Journal. Kansas Is more sinned against than sinning; likewise more lied against than lying. No story has yet been told depicting the frightful condition of Kansas politics that exaggerates it In the least. But, for instance: If one of tho gentle zephyrs of Kansae be comes aggravated and gets an extra ordinary move on Itself for a brief period "Kansas had a cyclone, de tvoying life and property galore;" If a hot wind strikes one corner of a town ship In a county in one corner of the state "the crops of the entire state have been destroyed by hot winds;" if the rivers are the least bit swol len, "western Kansas is inundated," if the western part of the stite lacks some moisture, "It Is so dry all over the state that you have to run your well through a wringer to get enough water to coon with;" If the jduto is favored with an average crop or better, "we have'ralsed enough to feed the world;'' if the crops fall below the average, "the people are on the verge of starvation." And so it goes; Kansas always has trouble. No one more fully appreciates that such stories are accepted by many strangers as virtually truthful inci dents of life in the Sunflower state than F, D. Coburn secretary of her department of agriculture, who has for years been making a collection of such as seemed to best Illustrate- the type of Joke always In order when Kansas is mentioned. It requires two largo envelopes to hold them, and as samples of the truly artistic In lie-making he rates the following as among the high est: TORNADO LORE. Here Is an example of what a Kan sas tornado can do, or whnt a Kansas liar can dorwhen forced to It: A farm er had a large crib filled with ear corn, and there was a knothole In the south end of the crib. It was struck by a tornado and It is claimed that tho suc tion was so great that cob after cob was drawn through the hole and the farmer was left with a crib of shelled corn. Several stories which the realer can or cannot believe, Just as he sees fit, were started after the Seneca torna do, two years ago, had violated the Ftato law In reference to the miltclous destruction of property and departed for parts unknown. 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Tho animal looked no much Jlko a Mexican dog with horns that he was placed on ex hibition. Another caper which this tornado cut' was to blow the side whiskers oft a traveling man and plant them on the side of a woman's faco, wliero they continued to grow. Here la mnothor pretty fair one: A farmer wan ploughing around an ob long patch of ground ono day and t night the tract of unploughcd land still contained about flvo acres. When ho quit for the day he left tho plough sticking In tho furrow, as farmers of ten do, Tho tornado oamo along and caught tho plough, taking it around the "land" until it wns all ploughed. 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The Most Delightful aro tlioso by tho handsomo larga steam b!i1j)3 of tho sailing every week day from Now York to OLD POINT COMFORT, VIR GINIA BEACH AND RICHMOND, VA. Round trip tickets, covering a health-giving sea voyago of 70'J miles, with meals and stateroom aecommo. dations enroute, for $13, $13,50 and $14.00. SEND FOR PARTICULARS. OLD DOMINION STEAMSHIP CO., Pier 26, North River, New York. W.L. OU1LLAUDEU, Vlce-Pres. & Traffic Mgr ON THI3 MOVE. SO ARH n's yiciuis Prices Right. OOftLncka. Ae. Made a ut Day. v ty t Well Man 16th Day. of Me. r.c urci aotn nT. produce the above rvtalli lrf30 daya. It tclt powertull mil quickly. Cures wbeu all other fU Vou-fnen will regain their lott manhood, and ol4l men will rocorer their youthful rigor by ualnt RKVIVO. It qulcklr and mrelr reitorca Nenroua dpu, Lott Vitality, Impotency, Nlgutljr Emlwlou, Lot rower, 1'alltng SItmory, Watting Dltease,aa4 all effects ot tell tbuaa or eiceta and lndltcretlon, which unit one tor study, butlneaa or marriage. II not only curtt by aWtlng at the teat of dueaae, but. Is a great nerve toulo and blood builder, brings log back the pink glow to nalo cheeks and rJ tlorlng tbt Are of youth. It warda off Xnttnltyi and Consumption. Iniltt on luting IUJVIVO.M other. It can be carried In veil pocket. Ey mali.1 81.00 per package, or alz for ttS.OO, with at poil-i tire written guarantee to cure or refund' the money. Circular free. Iddrets ROYAL MFDICINE CO.. 6S niter St., CHICAQ0, ll' fox bU by MATTHEWS UUU. Utaft eUt Bsrantoa, Vm, is ei t I1,. E. US' JEWELRY - SB TRIPS old mm W&W 5fc RE8T0RE8 VITALITY, f?53ifi IP9 W. f&$h r r cuiitfTii 11 irw ream i fur , . tu
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