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On leaving Cambrlclcr, Kuatnco Da
venport huti entered the oinco of nn
arohltect nnd a fiw years later ritnrted
In 'business on hla own nccount In tho
provincial town Of Wnrchestcr.
Warchester was a Browing place,
hence Its selection, and alrendy Eus
tace ha' secured the building of n
church, sides some less Important
coniml' Vis. He rented a house In a
sedatt ,.i6rouRlifaro off High street,
the ground floor being used as an office,
tho rest of the building as a dwelling
place. Seveial of tho residents had
called upon him unci during tho Christ
mas season he had received n good
many Invitations, most of which were
declined with thank3. So that people
were beginning to leave him to his own
devices, rather to his satisfaction
than otherwise.
He was a somewhat grave-looking
man of 30; tall, well-proportioned,
dark-haired, handsome, but a certain
taciturnity could not bo denied to him,
nnd hla aloofness had dlsslpntcd tho
expectations naturally formed in such
a place from the advent of a man,
still far from middle-aged, unmarried,
good-looking and prosperous.
On the morning of Feb. 14, Eustace
left his office at 11 o'clock and walked
toward the outskirts of the town.
One or two houses In the course of erec
tion concerned him, though his pace
slackened as ho neared The Hollies,
the residence of Mr. Larnell, tho bank
er, and his only daughter, Bertha, As
fortune would have It, the gate opened
as Eustace approached; he lifted his
hat, and after a momentary hesitation,
Bertha stopped, holding forth her hand.
She was tall and fair, about 23 years
of age, with bright blue eyes and a
pleasing figure. With all her gaycty,
Dertha often betrayed an undercurrent
of greater depths, and if Eustace could
be said to have drifted Into friendship
with any one in "Warchester, It was
with tho I-arnells.
"Are you going my way?" ho ven
tured to ask, and he took the proffered
'hand.
"You are going to look after tho new
church, of course," she said. "How
quickly It Is getting on."
They turned away from tho gate of
The Hollies side by side.
"I rather wanted an oppotunlty to
speak to you," he remarked, and for a.
moment Bertha's face grew crimson.
"Then," she returned, "It is fortunate
T chanced to come out so early. But
it Is a" glorious morning. We usually
get a foretaste of spring in February."
"You will think It a strange topic,"
he said. "I feel that It is. But, the
truth Is, if I may say so, I know no
body in tho town quite so well as
you."
"I am growing rather curious!" Ber
tha oxclalmcd, nervoubly.
"The fact Is," he explained, "I re
ceived something this morning; a val
entine, I suppose It was meant for
a ridiculous thing!"
"Well," she said, with a laugh, "It is
St. Valentine's day, you know, Mr.
Davenport."
"More honored In the breach than the
observance, as far ns I am concerned,"
he answered. "I thought, perhaps, you
could tell mo who sent it. You have
lived here all your life. You know
everybody In the place "
"Oh," she asked, "but would that be
Ute fair, even If I knew?"
'Of coure not."
Eustace unbuttoned his overcoat and
k from its pocket a rather large
elope. Opening this, he drew forth
mbossed card, on which veto writ
several lines of doggerel. In effect
ey reproached mm lor neglecting
the flowers which grew at his feet,"
nnd contained a mocking appeal, that
he should at least deign to adiniie their
"beauty so sweet."
"What dreadful nont-ense!" said Ber
tha, with a laugh. "However, you will
never bo able to resist such an appeal!"
"But what does It mean?" ho de
manded. "Of course," Bertha explained, "you
know that you have earned tho repu
tation of a hermit? You never go any
where "
"I have been to Tho Hollies several
times."
"Yes," she admitted shyly, "but do
Iyptt know what they can you r
vr "I haven't the slightest notion."
"Jaques the melancholy Jnques."
"Do I strike you as a veiy melancholy
person 7" he asked.
She laughed happily, without ans
wering for a few moments.
"Should you like mo to be candid?"
she said presently.
"If you please."
"You rather suggest that King Henry
who lost his son in tho white Ship,
und was never afterward seen to
Bmlle."
Eustace looked down at the path.
"Perhaps I have had a loss, too," he
said.
"Oh! ' she cried quickly. "I am sorry
.1 epoke so thoughtlessly. Forgive me.
please. I am very sorry."
"1 don't attach the slightest Import-
lice to this thing," he said, putting
lie valentine in hl3 pocket. "I see,
have been a little misanthropic, and
Is merely a Jocular remonstrance.
'should not have troubled you about
It, only the handwriting is familiar to
ne"
"Not to mel" she exclaimed.
i "I lioped that It might be. Of course,
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many persons write alike. But It Is a
peculiarly neat hand; It resembles that
oi of somebody whom I liavo quite
lost sight of whom I have not seen for
three years"
"Whom you would like to see again?"
asked 1'ertha, staring straight beforo
'her itt tho unfinished church, which
they were now approaching.
"Yes," ho said, "whom 1 would like
to mo ngaln."
"Some one In Wachrster," she sug
gested. "The letter only bore tho local post
mark." "Then you think that this this per
son, in whom you arc deeply interest
ed, In actually living in the town."
"I think." he said, " that she wrote
those twaddling lines."
'Tou scarcely pay her a compliment,
Mr. Davenport."
".The Is not necessarily tho author of
them," he answered. "Tho originators
of the thing probably desired to remain
unknown. They may havo asked some
one else to copy the verses. It is a
matttr of great importance to me, tri
vial as It may seem. And If you can
help me X shall bo Immensely Indebted
to you."
"I will try," she said.
"How shall I learn the result of your
efforts?" he asked.
"I suppose you you should call"
"f am so anxious.," he said, "that the
affair should net be tnlked about. No
man cares to bo made to look more
ridiculous than"
"Of couise," Bertha, assured him, "I
shall keep my own counsel. I don't see
how I can arrive at anything without
appearing to know that you received
the verse.. I will do what I can, If
you call, say tomorrow."
"What time?" lie asked.
"My father comes home about B."
"Then I shall get to the Hollies at
3 30, if that is not too early."
During the rest of tho day Eustace
found himself frequently neglecting his
work. Hometlmes his thoughts would
fly back to a certain incident of hla
llfo thtce yeais ago; ut others ho dwelt
upon that morning's walk with Bertha
Larnell. Being a man of a somewhat
analytical cast of mind, ho began to
speculate over his pipe that evening ns
to why he looked forward to 3 o'clock
tomorrow with such pleasant expecta
tion. Was It because he hoped to hear
news of one who had occupied his
thoughts very much Indeed for a time?
Or was It because he knew ho should
enjoy a tete-a-tete with Miss Larnell?
Punctually nt the appointed time ho
entered her drawing room, She re
ceived him with considerable cordial
ity, and, sitting down, Eustace began
to talk of the brilliant weather and
topics of purely local Interest.
"You haven't inquired about the suc
cess o my detective exploits," sald
Bertha, presently.
"No. I"
"I suppose," she remarked, "there
are some anxieties too deep for words."
"I certainly was extremely anxious
to know who copied those lines," lie
said.
"Well, I have, not got quite so far
as that," Bertha answered. "Rome
wasn't built In a day. I am nfrald 1
havo exercised great duplicity as it
Is."
"It Is Immensely good of you"
"That lo tho least you can bay, Mr.
Davenport. But, as a fact, It was rath
er bad. I must pledge you to secrecy
bcfoie I can go any further."
"Of course," lie assented.
"It appears that a group of girls
arranged to play off this Jest upon you.
You must blame yourself. You aie
supposed to havo shown n want of re
ciprocity that was very disappointing.
You know AHco Marsack "
"I have met her."
"She was the leading spirit. In fact,
she Is the author of tho verses."
"But the handwriting "
"Is certainly not Alice's. We went
to school together. I am committing
a breuch of confidence."
"I am very greatly obliged to you,"
he 'said, warmly.
"You ought to bo. I never betrayed
a friend before."
"The exception Is in my favor," ho
said, rising suddenly.
"I suppose that Is Indisputable," she
retorted, turning away her head. "But,"
Bertha added hastily, "I could not see
my way to make a particular inquiry
about the handwriting without Involv
ing you. And you asked me not to do
Unit."
' It would make one appear a little
tldltulous," he said.
"You are extremely sensitive," an-
sweied Bertha. "Besides, why should
you dread ridicule from those girls
rather than from mo?"
"I don't fancy you would ridicule
me," he said.
"Don't be overconfident," she re
torted. "It Is always dangerous. How
ever, to keep to the point; No doubt
If I ask Alice she will give me the In
formation you want. But it Is not
likely I can ask her without giving
some reasons; Is It?"
"I supose not."
"And at present," aho said, "I havo
none to give."
"You mean that you feel you must
tell Miss Marsack I particularly wish
to know--"
"You do, don't you?" asked Bertha.
Ho stood, with his eyes on the car
pet, a few moments in silence; thett
walking to the llreplace, rested his
right elbow on tlj mantlo shelf.
"May I tell yoi..tl chapter of my per
sonal history?" lie asked.
"No doubt It will be very interest
ing!" "On the contrary, it Is extiomely
commonplace," he assured her." About
threo years ago, I spent a month in
Switzerland. At Tnterlakon I met a
MttJ. Andrews and his daughter."
"Yes," said Bertha, staring hard at
the lire.
"To make the story short, I followed
them from place to place. I usually
managed to sit next to her at table, nnd
in fact "
"You you wero very much In love,
I supposo?" Bertha murmured.
"At last," ho continued, "we reached
Pails on tho way home. Tho day we
were to part, I asked her to bo my
wife,"
"Yes?"
"She refused. But," ho added
quickly, "I bcllovo she was half in
clined to consent. Her refusal was n
half-hearted affair. Tho partlnr, I
am euro, wan painful to both of Ufc"
"Surely, then," Bertha asked, In a.
peculiar tone of voice, "you did not let
the matter end there?"
"I had no such intsntlon. But fate
wns against me. Her father wan an
Invalid; restless, unable to settle down
anywhere. When I called nt the ad
dress ho had given m in London It
wan a lodging house In Suffolk street,
Pall Mali I heard they had called for
New York. From that day to this I
have heard nothing."
"But," Barthn suggested quietly,
"you very much wanted to hear?"
"At first yes. I thought life scarce
ly worth living," he said. "I am
afraid I berume an uttered man. I
could ilnd an Interest only In my work
not always In that."
"At first!" she faltered.
"aradually," ho explained, "I began
lo settle down. Life was not tho
same, but I fell Into the habit of tol
erating it. I hoped that chance might
bring iw togetl er Pjialn."
"As you think it has done?"
"Yes," he snld, "I feel confident the
writing is hers. The lght of It seemed
to revive overy memory of the past-"
"Then," Bertha suggested, "you you
would like me to tell Alice Marsack
that you recognize the handwriting,
and wish to know whose it Is?"
"Yes," ho said, "if you don't mind
the trouble."
"Not at all. The trouble Is nothing."
"Naturally," he replied. "I feel in
terested to learn what hasi happened.
Maor Andrews may be dead. It 19 im
possible to tell what kind of fate is
her's. She may even be in distress.
What I can't understand," he replied,
"Is that she should be in Warchester
without our meeting."
"You see," Bald Bertha, trying to
laugh, "you have to pay tho penalty
of your exclusivenccs. Then I am to
tell Alice Marsack?"
"If you please," ho answered. "11
you succeed in finding out where she
Is, I shall be Immensely indebted to
you."
Bertha could not help thinking It was
a somewhat unthankful task he had
put upon her. For tho first time In
her life she felt acutely Jealous. She
began to cherish a dislike for Miss
Andrews, coupled with something like
resentment against Eustace.
He, on the other hand, told himself
again and again how sweetly sympa
thetic Bertha was, She has taken a
great deal of trouble on his behalf.
He had spent a. very agreeable hour at
tho Hollies, thoroughly enjoying tho
Intimacy of their tete-a-tete. The tell
ing of his story had not been In the
remotest degree painful, either; and al
ready ho began to look forward to the
tomorrow's visit.
That evening, after lighting his plie,
he became quite Impatient for tho
night to pass. And it seemed a very
lon;r night! Most of It he lay awake,
and toward the small hours sat up as
though he had made an important dis
covery. At 3.20 once more he entered Bertha
Larnoll'8 drawing rooni. Ho observed
at once that she looked unusually
cheerful, but his own face became
gloomier In consequence.
"Did you see Miss Marsack this
morning?" he asked, as she offered her
right hand.
"No."
"I am immensely pleased," he cried.
"Why should you be pleased?" she
demanded.
"I wonder whether you will despise
me very much if I tell you!"
"Well, I shall make no reckless prom
ises," she answered.
"The fact Is, I I havo changed my
mind," he bald.
"Changed your mind! Are you prone
to that kind of thing?"
"I don't think I am. No, I am sure
not. But every rule has Its exceptions.
I have changed iny mind."
"Won't you sit down," she said, "and
be a little more explicit?"
Ho took a chair, smiling as she
watched him. He slowly followed her
example, and then there was a short
silence.
"I have though tho matter over," ho
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explained. "I lay awake most of last
night thinking It over. I have come to
the conclusion that I will not put you
to the trouble of speaJdnjklUss Mar
sack." "But you won't learn tho address of
Miss Andrews in that case."
"I know,"
"Do you mean do you mean you do
not wish to hear where she lives?"
"Yes," he said, "that Is what I mean."
"Isn't it a somewhat sudden change?"
she asked. "I understand that for
years you have been longing to dis
cover her whoroaboutB, and now that
you are on tho point of success you
cooly tell me Oh, really, this Is fickle
ness, Mr. Davenport!"
"If It Is," ho answered, "I. can't help
It. I am Immensely glad that you have
not taken any steps in tho matter."
"But, indeed, I have!"
"You said -you had not seen Miss Mar
sack." "Exactly. She went to Londun beforo
I got to the house. However, I saw
Amy, her youngest sister, you know."
"Did you ask her for the Informa
tion?" "Naturally. You seemed so eager to
find Miss Andrews."
"I am not," he answered. "I never
want to see he ngaln."
"Dear me!" said Bertho. "That Is
very awkward, und I have had all my
work for nothing."
"Is she is she In Warchester?"
asked Eustace.
"Not at present. But eho will be.
She Is coming back the clay after to
morrow with Alice. You will be able
to see her,"
"I don't in the least desire to see
her," he solemnly Insisted.
"Those girls arc awfully ashamed of
themselves for sending you the verses,"
Bertha, remarked. "It seems that Amy
went to London last week. Of course,
they did not wish you to recognize the
writing by any chance, &o she took
the card with her and got a friend to
write on it; not telling her for whom
It was Intended, of course."
"And," cried Eustace, "the friend
wns Muriel.
"Yes, Mr. Davenport; the friend was
Muriel. It makes the world seem a
Munll place, doesn't It?" Her father is
dead. He died In Now York two yearj
ago."
"She Is comfortably provided for, I
trust?"
"Oh, very," said Bertha. "As I Bald,
she will be In Warchester at the end of
the week. You will, no doubt, have
nn opportunity to ronew your old
friendship."
Rising from his chair, Eustace drew
nearer to Bertha. He looked more
melancholy than isual, since she was
able to discuss the matter so cheer
fully. "Miss Larnell," he said, looking
down Into her fece. "I hardly know
how to begin what I want to say."
"Is it very important?"
"To me very."
"Then," Bhe suggested, drawing
down the corners of her mouth, ns she
met his eycH, "can't you skip the be
ginning?" "No, I'm afraid not. You see, It was
three yecrs ago that I mot Muriel. I
am not going to protend that I did not
love her. I did. For a long time I
felt I could not exist without her. But
ttlll I nm alive, you see. I think." ho
continued. "I fell into the habit of
nursing my sorrow. I see now that I
became gleomy. Belf-consclous, perhaps
a little moibld. The spirit had gone
out of tho memory only tho dry bones
of it remained. I realize now that for
some months past I had scarcely re
membered Muriel."
"I thought yesterday"
"That is what I feel a difficulty in ex
plaining," he said. "Yet It Is precisely
what I wish to explain. When I re
ceived that miserable valentine, when
I saw the handwriting I was at first
bewildered. Then I seemed to live
through the past again. In your
presence, I ceased to think of it."
"Yet you talked of nothing else,"
she suggested.
"True; but I see that I clutched at
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Papes Brimful nf the
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tho opportunity of talking to you, nev
er mind what about. After I left you
the day before yesterday, it was not
Muriel who occupied my mind, but
you."
"Because I was the Instrument I
was to bo the means of bringing you
together again," said Bortluu
, "Simply because you were yourself,
nnd I I loved you."
She laughed a little nervously.
"I know," ho said; "bellevo me, I
realize the awkwardness of my posi
tion. But I know that I have lovod
you almost slnco tho first day I saw
you."
"Yet you seemed rather desirous to
meet Miss Andrews again," she ex
claimed. "Yes, that Is true also, but only for
a little while. I loved her some time
ago, I admit It; but that love is dead.
Another haa taken Its place."
"Bather suddenly."
"The discovery was sudden. You
know, a seed is growing a long time
underground before it breaks through
the earth. Last night I perceived tho
truth. I have not the remotest desire
to Bee Miss Andrews again."
"But you are Buro to see her."
"Not necessarily. I need not go to
Mrs. Marsack's even if I am Invited.
"But but they will they will bring
her here," said Bertha. "Of course,
you need not come hero cither," she
added.
"I ahall come If you will lot me, dear.
I can only tell you that you are the
one woman In the world whom I de
sire to bo my wife."
"Yesterday"
"Think of today," he urged. "I
hardly like to eay it, but Muriel Is
approachable. You cannot Bay I, hesi
tate" "By the by," said Bertha, In a cas
ual tone, "I didn't tel you she Is Muriel
Andrews no longer."
"Is she married?"
"She wo3 married in Now York. Her
husband is coming to Warchester with
her."
"Why didn't you tell me that at
first," he demanded.
"Oh, I don't know."
"I fancy you do know, Bertha."
"Then we will assume I do," she
said.
"Waa it because you wished to see
ual tone, "I didn't tell you she Is Muriel
free?"
"I think," she returned, "you are In
clined to cross-examine me."
"But was it?" he persisted.
"Perhaps It was," she said, lowering
her eyes.
"And you are satisfied with the re
sult of your test?"
She slightly shrugged her shoulders.
"My father will be homo directly,"
she said.
"My I tell him that you have prom
ised to bo my wife, Bertha?"
"I have not promised," sho an
swered. He took her hands, drawing her gen
tly toward him.
"Promise now," he whispered, clasp
ing his arms around her.
"Yes," she said, Just loud enough for
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CAPACITYi
100,000 Barrels per Annum
HOTELS.
THE MURRAY HILL
MURRAY HILL PARK,
THOUSAND ISLANDS,
The best located and best
furnished hotel on the St.
Lawrence river. Accommo
dations for 300 guests.
Opens June 25th, 18o7.
F. R. WHITE, Prop.
Glen Mountain House.
WATKINS, SCHUYLKlt COUNTY, N. Y.
On Seneca I.nlco. On lino of New York Cen
tral, Pennsylvania, nml I.eliisu Vnlley Hall,
roads. J, 100 feet above ben. No malaria.
New water works, supplying mountain
spring wuter. Hnnltury pluinblue. Entirely
new management. HpleruUcl nsulnir. 000
acres, Including the turnout) WatkliiH Glen,
Papular prices. Hpeeliil rates for excursion
parties. J. It. KKENAN, formerly Hotel
Chamberlain, Jlgr. Address W. 11 UOIUN.
SON, Prop.
EVDVO
RESTORES VITALITY.
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lit Day. tptfigj? f,3yivve,l man
15th Day. WfM of Me.
Tr!B QPCAT 30th i)ay.
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products the above results ln3U days. It act
Sawerfullr sod quickly. Cures wheu all othors fill.
ou" men will regtla their Irtt msnUood.andold
men will recover their youthful Tlgor by uslaa
ItKVIVO. It quickly and surely restores Nertoua
bess, Loet Vitality, Irupoteocy. MlEutly Erulsslou
Lost Power, 1'alllug Memory, Wsetlnn Diseases, an4
ill effects cf scKabuui or esoebsand lndlscrstlsu,
ttbtch uuflts one for study, biulness or rnatrlvje. It
not only cures by starting at tbe east of desss.but
isagreat nertatonlo and blood builder, brief
ing back tbe pink clow to pale cheeks and re
storing tbe tiro of youth. It wards off JnsnUr
int) Consumption. Inslit on biting It E VIVO, as
otlier. It can be carried ln rest rocket. By mill,
01.00 per package, or sis for 8(1.00, with post
tlvo written guarantee to cure or refund
the money. Circular free. Addreis
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