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I connected the mys tery with the young lady I had assisted to run away, whose fate has been a good deal of trouble to me ever since. I wanted to help her, if need be. Is she very ill?" "Getting better fast. It was mad folly to start on a journey sick as she was. I don't blame you, Craig, for that long ride and the risk you ran; she is very winning, this troublesome little lady, and brave too. It is a won der what a woman can endure, a slight frail creature whose hand you could crush in your fingers." "But she had," said Oliver, uneasily, "plenty of money, had she not?" "She was traveling in the day coach, and has, I think, about five dollars in a shabby little purse. Miss Patten was right when she said we should not see Mrs. Minny until the money you gave her was all gone. Where has she been all these long months? By her finding the dog, Miss Patten probably knows now." "Yes, and it was as I thought— something entirely original. Near Boston Mrs. de Restaud got acquaint ted with an elderly female who ran some sort of a retreat for aged pets, Invalid dogs and cats. The idea was so novel Mrs. Minny decided to stop over and see the place. Finding Mrs. Blinn agreeable, and Syke contented in the society of his kind at the re treat, she remained. She met a sailor from Newcastle in the street one day, and he told her Miss Patten had not been home for a long time. So she decided not to write anyone, but to remain hidden. One day a few weeks ago she came home from the village much upset, and acted oddly; she had either seen some one or read some thing in a newspaper, for the village storekeeper saw her poring over one, looking much upset. Two days later, leaving a note containing board for her dog, she disappeared. This Mrs. Blinn, who seems to be a good sort of a person, worried a great deal, looking for her everywhere, and in her search wrote to the postmaster at Newcastle, for she had heard Mrs. Minny speak of having been there. Through that let ter Miss Patten found Skye, and then started for Denver." "She may have seen De Restaud, or that servant of his," mused the doc tor. "Well, now you are here—though I'd much i-ather a stranger had come— I want you to draw up a paper setting forth the facts in this case in proper legal phraseology." "I fail to comprehend just what you mean." "You see," explained the doctor, "the French people are particular about documents; and between the property of De Restaud's father and this child of Mrs. Minny's there is only a feeble child." "Mrs. Minny's child?" repeated Oliver. "Why, of course. Perhaps I had not mentioned it. A nice boy—healthy, I think, and bound to outlive his cousin across the sea. The little chap born in that poor place, that switchman's hovel, may be the heir of millions. So there must be no flaw in his title or the record of his birth." "A child, and she here friendless, almost alone." Oliver's face saddened. "Poor little thing!" he muttered, "what a hard world it has been for her!" "She is sensible about it, too," went on Dr. John. "She wanted me to write,for a lawyer and have everything straight." "Did she suggest sending fdr me?" asked Oliver, oddly. The doctor hesitated. "No: she has forgotten you, old boy. Women are not particularly grateful. Then it has been a long time since she saw or heard of you. Your vanity may be hurt, but is it not better that shfe has forgotten?" "Undoubtedly," Oliver said, <joldly. He went toward the house hurriedly, "A freight train passes here in a half hour; I will go on that; so get your papers ready and have the people here sign their statements. Miss Pattefl should also get that Mrs. Blinn to give an account of Mrs. de Restaud's stay at her house." Mrs. Macon cleared the kitchen table and brought pens and ink- Oliver wrote swiftly, comparing his notes with the doctor's remembrance apd Mrs. Macon's assertions. Finally she and her husband signed their bt»te ments, tbe doctor his, and then Oliver looked at the clock. How hard that writing had beffft to him no one ev<* krrew. From the closed doof came tbe murmur of voices— one that thriliea every nerve and set his ffist beating. A feeble cry now and then sounded strangely —thb little life that had come in this far-off place fend that might mean so much in the fu ture. Outside, 'he white-headed chil dren played in the sunshine. sUye, liberated from his hideous basketj which he ajways regarded with terror and plaintive whines, rollicked with then, glad of his freedom. Bow in finitely painful to record those faots before him, and to thiitk of her as he had seen her first, that child womfcn In h«- clinging yellow gown petafled lilrt a nbwer with its wide ruffle, her glow ing hair, her beautiful pathetic eveSl She had gone so far from those days In bitter experience and suffering. Was she changed, grown saddened and old, care-worn with thought?— ft calcu lating woman, forced to be for the child's sake? Odd, in his mental pic lure of her he could find no place for the child. He could remember her with the little Skye terrier aUd that childish manner, but as a woman, 1 mother, never. 111, friendless, homeless, no waif of the streets was ever moYfc desolate than she when she stepped off the train at this barren spot, foroed to aopept the charity of strangers, iter dead father would have risen from his grave could he have known. His every thought, his sister said, had been for little Minny. Well it is the dead do not know. ''How fortunate you were on that train!" Oliver said, Suddenly. Dr. John started. ''Me? Yes, it was, and that I should have found our little runaway. I own up I looked for her all the time I Was away." The door opened and Miss Patten came softly in. "She is asleep, poor dear," she said, gently. "I guess my eyes is red. i was upset, and she don't to think she done any harm In not letting me kuow where she was, she was so dei pjit and scared-llke." "When you return to Boston," sajd Oliver, "have Mrs. Blinn mako a state ment of Mrs. de Restaud's stay in her house. I must caution you also to very careful of the marriage certificate and all other papers you may have Oflkgrpipg yvat Rises," "You can trust me." said Miss Pat ten, grimly. "I took 'em away from that farm of theirs when I was a-visit ing there, and 1 mean Minnie's baby shall have his rights, for he's part Pat ten, anyway, and would 'a' been my brother Sam's grandson. Sorry I be he ain't alive to see him. Minny says she saw a Hosting paper that offered a rewurd for her whereabouts or any in formation concerning her. giving her name right out in the paper, and that was what made her go away from Mrs. Blinn's, who was a kind, good woman, if she is in a foolish business; but I don't know why dogs and cats shouldn't be took care of. and folks in Bosting is always running to some new freak. Minny evidently thought Mrs. Blinn would tell on her and get the reward; but Mrs. Blinn said she'd 'a' done by Minny as her own child." "Was that what made her come west?" asked Dr. John. "The poor little soul thought it her duty to go to her husband, brute as he is," said Miss Patten, brokenly. "And to think that I said she was frivolous and hadn't no stability! As muoh grit as I've got, I wouldn't dare go to that wolf's den on the Troublesome and to be in that man's power. I always thought he wa'n't right in his mind. Minny cal'lated on account of the baby he'd be more kind, and for the baby's sake she ought to make up with him." Oliver drummed idly on the window silL Dr. John walked up and down " WIMMEN bOK'T GET NOCREDIT FOR BK in' brave." the worn, that had grown so still one eoula hear the ticking of the clock. ''Wimmen," said the switchman, slowly, "dem't git no credit for bein' brave and goin' through things 'count of what they thinks is their dooty. My wife thinks it's hern to live here 'count of me, when she left a good home baclf east. That little woman in there U lamin' the woman natur' of endurln' for a man; but where my wife 'ud livs and make comfort outer it, she'd jest fie down an' die a-frettin'." "You've read her right," said Miss Patten, solemnly, "an' I'm goin' to tftke her home with me. She ain't goin* no further west, nor to no lone farms in mountain valleys, Which wm nearly the death of her afore." Oliver glanced at the clock, then ab ruptly said good-by. He left no mes sage for Mrs. de Restaud, nor did Miss Patten ask him for one. She was rigid in her ideas of what was proper, And_ he respected her for it. "PV'a,ps," she hesitated, "you'd like to see the baby. I could fetch him out without waking him." ' l &0," Oliver spiiled; "a city bach elor, as yrfu called me once, Miss pas tes, has no interest in infants. I—l tiunk I should be rather afraid of nifli. He and the doctor walked up and down beside the track, waiting for the train. "The latter had his big pipe but not his flowered dressing-gown. His 9©Droidered cap was at the retreat for jnvalld pets. Skye had not chewed it, Jars. Minny asserted, for she meant to keep it forever, especially now, as he wag such & dear man. ''Sne—she—likes the baby?" Oliver asked, awkwardly, as he lit a cigar. 'T am sorry to Bay she does not man ifest any rapture at all. I think she 2 as more delighted to see her dog. I ways haVe the idea when 1 see her with young Francois that she is a lit tle girl playing with her doll. She is afraid of him If he cries, and moans be cause he has black eyes and looks like the Frenchman." ''Well," said Oliver, smiling sadly, "the chapter is ended. I have turned a page in my life's story. She will be safe and sheltered now, and I delegate to you my position as adviser. In the next elopement Mrs. Minny makes you must be the assistant. There is my train; and so good-by." Oliver thought the whole affair Would pass from his mind, especially ts Dr. John on his return said they ad gone to Maine and Mrs. Minny had never mentioned him; but one day a month from that time at the switchman's house a letter came to Oliver. He looked at the scrawly superscription, the post-mark New castle, and he knew well Hannah Pat ten did not attempt an Italian hand. He smiled with pleasure: it was good to be remembered after the long silence, and he had braved many dangers for that ungrateful young woman, the worst an encounter with her frenzied husband. "Dear Mr Ouvbb: To think you were so near and I could not see you! I cried when they told me. I am not going to pay your money back yet until I get my own from Mr. de Restaud. We have put our case In the hands of an old lawyer here who was a college matfe of my dear dead father, and he thinks I ought to get a divorce, and has written to Mr. de Restaud so We watch the baby closely, for fear Henri will try to steal him. I have never thaulted you for helping me run away. How good yoy wore! I think of you often: but Aunt Hannah will never speak of you, and folks here think it is dreadful to be divorced. They say I am she that married a Frenchman—l suppose they think he is from Canada—and Is going into the courts to get a separation from him. For no fault of mine I must be disgraced. Even Aunt Hannah admits I never ought to go back to him: It would not be safe. "I hod a nice time at that dogs' home; tt was a funny place, with the nicest old dogs and cats. Sky" had a grand time. One dog was fifteen years old and had to be fed <#n grueL Still, I think taking care of poor ani mals Is better than theosopliy and those fads, and Boston does have some real good freaks. I expect some day they will build an old malda' home. You never saw so many old maids as there are there. Mrs. DUnn has seven sisters In one of those Newton towns—thcro's Mi end less chain of them—and not one of them—tne sluU-rs, hot the towns—ever had a beau. "Please do not dislike me, or at the mention of my name put on your haughty look, as you did when 1 said things offending your nice sense of what a woman's conversation should be; and write me one little letter to say you are still my good friend. I shall never ask you to help me agtin; Ido not noed It: so you will be safe In continuing our acquaintance. Aunt Hannah does not know I have written you I get too many moral lectures anyway from ker, for she says I must educate myself so my son will have a high opinion of me. He does ndt bother about me, but divides his attention principally In blinking at her and the lamp, with a leaning towards the light. That last la naughty, Is It not' "Always your friend fas the doctor calls me). THE TROUBLBSOMB LADY." The wound was not healed, Oliver thought bitterly. Why of all women must he care for this one anil be so haunted by her memory? Every look of hers, her words, her gestures, the little yellow gown, tvere as plain to him after a year as if he had seen her but yesterday. He had striven hard to forget, to do his duty. Yet was there harm in writ ing just a few lines? The narrow path was terribly lonely in life—not a path that had been his in the past; and yet and yet she was a child. That stern honest old woman believed in liun and j trusted to his honor. While he mused, the shock-headed boy knocked and thrust in his freck led face. "Gent ter see yer," he said, ; hoarser than u£ual, for there had been a baseball match the day before, and he hid Deen excused from duty, because 1 his "mudder was sick." "Show him in," said Oliver, locking the letter in his desk. The last man he expected to see entered the room, shut the door behind him, took a chair, then, with almost a threatening ges- , ture, moved it close to the desk. Henri de Restaud! CHAPTER VIII. Oliver wondered if the Frenchman I had come to kill him. There was no time to cry out or to move in self-de fense. If De Restaud came to murder, | he was prepared to do it quickly; up in the valley of the Troublesome he had been called a good shot. A vagrant ray of sunshine filtered in between the slats of the cWsed blind, resting on a faded spot on the carpet. Oliver idly watched it, while thoughts of his past, the present, the woman who had just written him, went through his mind swifter than ever electricity car ried a message. A lamp lit and bright, a flash, a crash and darkness. Oliver's fingers tightened on the arm of his chair. His lips quivered. He seemed to be gazing down the unfathomable depths of eternity. The sins of his past came and leered at him; the awful, unan swered question of the centuries, of all recorded time, haunted him. "And afterwards?" He had heard that madmen quailed at bravery, were deterred from evil purpose by quiet common sense. So he looked steadily at his visitor. What a dreadful creature he had become! Nor was it liquor alone that had crazed his brain. There is a drug so easy of purchase, so pleasing of effect at first, that insensibly it steals away reason, caution, decency. On the hairy hand of the Frenchman were tiny red dots; and similar dots tattooed all his body. He had not learned to take morphine in the convenient capsules, and his dissipation was attended by a tiny pain like the prick of conscience. He was terribly pale, with the glazed pallor of a corpse, his eyes weirdly bright, his hair, a few months ago un touched by time, streaked with gray. Of all sad drift on the shores of time a human wreck like this is the most dreadful. "You are surprised to see me," De Restaud said, calmly, but his long thin fingers trembled, showing the ag itation he strove to repress. "I should be glad to assist you in any way," Oliver answered, his voice strangely hoarse, the words coming with difficulty. "I think you can," said the other, slowly, "for you seem to have influence with her and that old she-dragon, her aunt. I know all about that night, your visit down the railroad. 1 know I have a son, and for his sake I want you to help me." "What can I do? Surely you must have a lawyer of your own. I would not undertake your case for any con sideration." "Do not be too hasty, Mr. Oliver. I do not require your services in any legal capacity-, but, as you say in this country in your labor difficulties, as an arbitrator. My nephew in France is dead, and my father writes me to cofne home and bring my wife and child." '•She will never consent," Oliver said, hastily. "Her aunt would not let her ffo." "I think a husband has some rights, Mr. Oliver. You see lam very temper "TOU ARK SURPRISED TO SEE HI," 1)1 RESTAUD SAID. ate In the matter, though I have cause for anger. Now, my son has a future; my father will make him his heir, for my brother is rich, and, besides, none of us are long-lived. I shall not last long; you see I have failed very fast. I want to go back to my own country and live the few days left, and I—I — want you to help me." He broke down then in a womanish way and took out his handkerchief. Oliver had felt con tempt before; it turned to pity now for the shambling creature so wretched in his mental degradation. "I am willing to forgive her the disgrace she has brought upon me," he sobbed, "even that application for divorce. My fa ther will overlook the fact that I mar ried out of my station —beneath me; though never before would he notice my marriage. The child has made all the difference in the world, and I haven't even been allowed to se« him. It is a crime to treat a father so. Even an American court must recognize my rights." "I have no confidence that you would treat your wife decently if she came back. It would be an unwise experi ment," Oliver said, coldly. "But I give you my word I will. She can have that awful aunt with her al ways. I will not say three words to either of them. She can have her own house in Paris, or live with my father: only I ask that my child shall be brought back to me and my father shall be his guardian. You can see yourself I am fair and generous in the matter. There Is a great difference between the heir of the De Restaud millions, one of tho finest names in France (I know I am not a worthy representative of the family, mon sieur), and the child of a divorced woman in that frightful Maine town, where they go to sewing societies for one pleasure and to prayer meetings all the week. You know my wife is not fit to bring up a child. How did she act with you? Was that right and proper even in an American young lady, eh?" "I fall to see anything in the con duct of Mrs. de Restaud that would not stand the most searching investi gation," said Oliver. "Your own case would not be so clear; and I warn you an American jury is always on the side of a woman if she is good and has been wronged." "You are on a very high horse, Mr. Oliver. Perhaps I can assist you to dismount. My wife's lawyer writes me she will sue for a divorce. Very well, so shall 1 myself." "Really, Mr. de R-staud, this is none of my affair," cried Oliver, impatient ly. "I refuse to listen to you any longer." "Yon will, monsieur, because it shall be your atTair." "How?" "1 shall name you the co-respon dent. Your drive .vith my wife that night will hare no romance for a jury of sober-minded citizens. Do not be too hasty. - I have listened to conversation at a club political here, and I have heard you desire office sonje time, to be governor of the state. The scandal which you cannot silence will hurt youf chances, eh? I find the world eager to hear such things—the news papers of the opposition most anxious to publish ugly stories of an opponent. ! " YOU ARE AX IXKKRXAL SCOUNDREL," SAID OLIVER. You have made many enemies in your profession; this will be their oppor tunity." "You are an infernal scoundrel!" said Oliver, white to the lips. "If you were anything but a morphine wreck I would throw you out of my office." "I do not desire to quarrel. I am a sick man—much weaker than I thought." De Restaud paused and wiped his wet forehead, breathing heavily. "This has been a task. You know the consequence; you persuade my wife to come back to me, with the aunt if she desire, but my child, and go to France, or I bring suit for di vorce and the custody of my chili and tell all the facts." "It is utter folly," cried Oliver. "What can I do? I have no influence oter your wife; I hardly know her; and the aunt will never permit her to return." "The old lady is strict; she is proud, too; and a young woman who has been through a divorce trial seldom comes out With a good name—not without reproach. Consider it well, and write Miss fatten what I say. Truly I think mj wife has a great fancy for you." Oliver rose and opened the door. "Mr. de Restaud, I will write you my decision. I really must ask you not to prolong this interview. There is a limit to my forbearance." De Restaud bowed, mockingly. "I shall look for your answer soon. Per haps the doctor also could influence Mrs. de Restaud. I esteem the doctor; he Is an honest man, and has been good to my son." With a polite bow the Frenchman disappeared, aud Oliver went back to his desk. What should he do? What could he do? De Restaud would carry out his threat, there was no doubt of that. And, after all, would it not be better for his wife to return? If the family in France would care for her and the child they would be safe, and most women would look forward to such n bright future. If she refused to come, a trial, the publicity of a courtroom, the newspapers, a lifelong something to be whispered about her by some one who had heard. How ex plain that daring ride across country? Viewed in tho cold light of reason it was a foolish thing; and he, Craiff Oli ver, must go on the witness-stand and be questioned. A lawyer is a poor wit ness. and he would be. A man of his age doing such a romantic silly action. Then that story to the conductor. The other side would find him, of course, and perhaps a passenger who had seen Minny's farewell. The whole thing Was unexplainable. Then his own past —the life of a wifeless man of the world—how would the jury of hard working men view that? They had families and no tempt; 1 ' ions, and he was rich and had enemies. It was so cial and political death to him, and he knew it as he sat there, yet he did not write. A week later Dr. John came in. There was no need of telling him. lie had met De Restaud, and had come to see what Oliver would do. "I have not written her," said Oliver, awkwardly, "except a little not-e thanking her for her letter. I shall not write what he wanted." "I have, though," said Dr. John; "both to Mrs. Minny and her aunt The Frenchman cannot trouble them long, and after a year or so Mrs. Minny will be a Parisian. All I know of Paris and life there is from novels. Gad. I think if they are true Mrs. Minny will be quite at home in France. She likes things different, you know." "I should be a coward to advise her in this matter," cried Oliver. "I shall have nothing to do with it." However, after an hour's talk with his sensible old friend he changed his mind and wrote a severely formal Ist* ter to Mrs. de Restaud, advising he* to return to her husband. Her answer was a piteous appeal. What did he mean? After all that had happened, did he think she should trust herself with a man who everyone said was crazy. Dr. John read and shook his head. "She won't come," he said; "but you keep on Writing, for th| Frenchman means what he says. X see him often as he comes to my office. She need not say three words to him, and her aunt can be with her alway# until she is safe at his father's." This was duly written, but the an swers both from Miss Patten and her niece were unsatisfactory until a days before the time set by De Restaud. .Oliver, maddened by her disregard of his warning, for he learned De Restaud had his lawyer engaged alia the case would be presented, tele fraphed her; "Arc you coming or not? beg you will come at once. We can not face the consequences." He felt like a coward, but what else could he do? Fight with a madman in a court room? It was horrible. The answer came promptly from Mrs. do Restaud; she would start at once. Oliver took the telegram and went to find De Restaud. The suit for dfvorco must be stopped. He had done his part, and there was no need for further anxiety. He drove to Dr. John's of fice, but the doctor was up in the mountains attending a case, and would not be back for a day or two. He knew where De Restaud lived—a furnished house he had hired for a few months— and he drove there. After some delay, Annette, more .corpulent than eve*, opened the door in response to his ring. She seemed worried and timor ous in her manner, aud looked at him blankly as he asked her in English if monsieur was at home. Then Oliver remembered, and tried in imperfect French. She brightened up. O "No, monsieur," she said, eagerly; "he is seldom here; and Louis is al ways away. I like the farm better. I am alone always, always. Monsieur is so bad, too—oh, dreadful! even Louis is afraid of him." Oliver hesitated. The poor soul was even friendly, she was so lonely. Per haps she was not bad-bcartcd. "Do you think it would be safe for madame to return?" he asked, slow ly, recalling each word from an im perfect memory. He repeated it, as she comprehend; then her manner "Oh, monsieur." she cried, in horror, "never, never! He has said he will kill her, Ue walks all night, some times, and raves about her, aud looks so dreadful. Louis said he did not like madame, but for the general's wake, she must keep away from monsieur. There would be a crime; and y*e De Restauds are so proud. I think mon sieur is quite inad now; aud be is so thin; he ats nothinjr. and some nights there are two men to hold him, he sees such things. I did nq> like madame, she was not a French lady, but I wish my worst enemy no such fate as to l>e here." "You know," said Oliver, '"there was a baljy, a little boy?" "Yes, monsieur, and I am thankful. Madame may have a good heart< she laved the little dog. I think she would do right to go to France—to the p<jperal; he is a grand man. and now there is no one of the name; little Alphonse in Paris is dead, and his beautiful pother is dying of grief, they write us." Oliver slipped a dollar in the wom an's fat hand. "You are a good soul," he said, kindly. "I trust some day you will be back in France and hare a farm of your own." "Thanks, monsieur—and the beauti ful poultry I had such comfort with in the mountains; it was better there." He heard the bolts rattle behind him as he went to the waiting carriage. The poor soul was almost a prisoner from her fears. What should he do? Mrs. Minny had started, ajid he could not reach her by telegraph, lie told the driver to go to the different gam bling houses, and at each one he got out and searched for the Frenchman. He was not gambling, the dealeqp told him, all knowing De Restaud only too well, for the mad Frenchman had been a familiar figure in the night world of Denver for years. At the police sta tion Oliver could learn nothing; De Restaud had evidently bought immuni ty from arrest. Sick at heart, Oliver gave a description of the object of his 6earch to a detective and went home. In the early morning the man came to his house. He had not found De Restaud, but had learned and told such a story of depravity and vice that Oliver's hall formed purpose became an instant de cision. ''You see," the detective said, cooUy, "when a gent gits down he's apt to w a sight lower than jest a borned tough; tuid, as I can learn, this pertikler one has set out to see jest how quick he kin fling away what little life he's got left in him, an' how low he kin git a-doin' it; an' this ain't harf Iv« learned." "It is enough," Oliver said, briefly, as he paid and dismissed him. Then he hastily ate breakfast, left direction! for his clerks, and took the train fot the east He had written Mrs. d« Restaud what road to come to Chicago, for he might wish to telegraph hei there, and he reckoned there waa yel time to meet her before she took the train for Denver. He would tell Misi Patten the whole story and send heir and her niece back. He would advise them to go direct to Paris. Annette's advice was good. He was careless never to have thought of it before. Oliver shuddered at the prospect of the case in court He would have to endure it if De Restaud would not listen to reason. Perhaps he could keep it out of the papers. But ho knew in his heart not; he was well hated. "All for the Troublesome little lady," lie sighed. "A pretty mess I got myself into, assisting distressed dam sels. And yet what man situated as I was that night would have done other wise?" In the depot in Chicago a pretty young woman was frantically search ing for a particular baggageman. She had on a neat blue a seal-skin jacket, and a jaunty hat set over her curls. She wis so sweetly pretty that several iron-hearted train-employes were moved to interest and sympathy. "He was quite short and fat," she said, anxiously, "and Skye really seemed to like him, and he said he would take the very best care of him." "What is the matter, Mrs. Minny?" said a voice just behind her. "Oh, Mr. Oliver!" she cried, de lightedly, giving him both her hands. "How glad lam to see you! L have " WHAT IS TIIK MATTER, MIIB. lUMNT?" been so worried! I hate traveling! I can't find the man who has my dog. Oh, there he is!" A fat baggageman came along the platform at that moment, dragging a disconsolate mass of wool tied by a disproportionately large rope. "Oh, thank you ever so much!" Minny beamed on him, hugging the dog in her arms. "Isn't he nice? He knows everything." "A sight," said the man, pleasantly, "and wasn't no particular trouble." "Here is my trunk check," Minny Said, giving it to Oliver, "and mj satchel is somewhere: in that corner I set it down; it's a wonder I did not lose it. Oh, what a time I've had! Now where shall we go?"' "To find Miss Patten," smiled Oliver' taking the satchel and umbrella, while she followed carrying the dog, and the small audience of train men looked after her in open approval. "To find Miss Patten, of course." "Oh, goodness! I wish we could!" giggled Mrs. Minny. "What?" cried Oliver. "It's her turn, Mr. Oliver. She has run away." "Not with you? You are not alone?" "Why, of course. Who was there? I think It is mean of you to look cross, when I came to keep your name out of my troubles, because the doctor wrote it would ruin all your political pros pects. k'ou helped me once, a,nd lam coi&lng back to a man I—l hate —yes, I do —and am afraid of, so no one will say a word about you." She looked at him with triumphant virtue so satis fled and sweet he hung his head, the words of reproach dying on his lips. "Well, there's the baby and rlurse firirl." he said, hopefully. "Why, no," she laughed. "Didn't I tell you? Aunt Hannah stole the baby. She ran away herself this time. Oh, do hire one of those cunning cabs, and we'll go for a drive, and I'll tell you all about It" "The hansoms would be too cold, Mrs. Mlnny. We will take this car riage," he said, calling one; and she, very well pleased, got in with the dog while he deposited her luggage on the iront scat. "You see," she said, leaning back an the cushioned seat as the carriage left the noisy stone pavement and talking was possible, "Aunt Hannah got it Ipto her head that I did not love Francois the baby enough. He jreajly did seem to fuss the moment 1 took him; and Aunt Hannah knowß so for brin^x^^^p^cht^dn^ No. 37 Old maids do. you know. Then he got to look more like Hen —M. de Restaud —every day; and that was a trial. Aunt Hannah said he was just fretty, but 1 thought hitn de Restaudy. I sup pose I am awfully wicked, but I was glad Aunt Hannah wanted him. Then there was—" Mrs. Minny hesitated and looked away; a faint blush colored her round cheek—"a red-headed young man who took me riding—horseback riding. lam sure there is no harm in that. A homely young man," she added, seeing the shadow on Oliver's face, "not nice at all; but one must have some friends. And then one morning when she was making the bed Aunt Hannah found your letter under the pillow—your first one, not the ugiy one telling me it was my duty to cotnfe back to my husband. Funny business letters those, not like you or that lovoly ride we had. I was desperate at having to come back; so maybe t was mean to Aunt Hannah. One day she and the baby and its clothes disap peared, and she left a note telling me that I was not to search for her, for she waa going to put Frankie —that's what she calls him—in safe keeping." "I am sure there was no harm in that letter," he said, stiffly. "Oh, she wouldn't read it; I couldn't get her to; and, just to tease because she said my behavior was scandalous, I kissed the letter and hid it away." "Well, this is a nice affair," said Oliver, smiling a little because Mra. MioHj was so gayly happy. "I doih'i dee what we arc going to do. I thought your fi'int would be with you, so I hur ried on to prevent your coming. It wonld not be safe. Your —Mr. de Restaud has grown worse—l think is losing his mind. I came to send you to France, to the old general, where probably Miss Patten has gone. Now you are alone. De Restaud has a spy following me, I am sure; he had in Denver, and —" Oliver could not say his worst suspicions. [ro 3B cowrarcKP.} Ska Would Think or Him. "What would you think of a man, Who kissed you the very first time yoit met him?" "I don't know what I'd think, but I'd, think of him a great deal."—N. Y. World. Bard. Wild Man of Borneo—Phwat are ye* cryin' about. Miss Sims? Circassian Beauty—l have just coma from the death bed of the ossified mtfn, and, oh, the poor fellow died so terribly hard!— Life. Never Idle. Baseball Crank—Why, doctor! What are you doing out here? Doctor—Oh, just killing time! Baseball Crank Great Scott! I ,should think you would leave ypu£ business at home when you come to 8| place of this kindl —Puck. He Could Do It. Clerk—l really cannot read this letter, sir; the writing is too bad. Principal (impatiently) Nonsense 1' The writing is good enough—any aw could read it. Hand it to me!— Truth. Town and Country. She does not heed the cable-car Which goes with speed Intense; She cares not for the trolley wire Whoso vtrttage Is Immense. The old excursion steamer brings No terror to her brow, But when she's In the country she wIU r\in across acres of ground and climb hard wire fences to escape the affable though Inquisitive gaze I Of an aged, docile cow. —Washington Star. MERELY A MATTER O* TIME. Fanny—Who is that handsome fel4 low? Maude —My Intended. Fanny—Why, I didn't know you werd engaged. Maude—Neither am I. —Truth. On* for the Complexion. Mildred (very literary)— Let us sub* scribe for a magazine between us. Muriel—All right. Mildred —What oue do you suggest? Muriel (ironically, with a glance a« feir friend) —Let's get a powder magmr Wne.— vogue. Certain orTt. | "I've got a cola or something in styj ■©*4,'' was the simple ohapple Mid. The summer girl, with jfoguishnesß deinure, replied: "Oh, it must pe a Cold, I'm sure."-»N. Yi* tfhy flte I-aughed. Pl-pttossor (to student)—miat are you laughing fctf Student—At your appearance- Professor—Do you laugh aver every Utile tribing absurdity thatyouchafl<& to see?— Ale* Sweet, in Texas Siftings. to fliov His Ability, H#*—t have been quite a traveler all oho (yawning) —Won't you please Show me how you do it.—Town Topics. The Bore Tost. "flow do you know he's a real pr<4- fessional humorist?" ''Because he oan never see anything funny in anybody else's humor." —Chi- cago Record. A Good Reason. Hunter —I suppose the game is pret ty Well killed off by now? farmer —Oh, Lord, 6o! Yersee, ther iaia't ben no one huntin' up here but fellers like you from the city.—Judge. Reputation Hard to Make. Rpbby —How did the sphinx get the credit of being so wise, papa? Mr. Morris —By keeping his mouth abut for three thousahd years.—Tid- Bito. ___ bid Exception! Artist (with enthusiasm)— The line* of \>eauty are always curves. Little Girl (amazed)—l guess you never saw a man on a bicycle, did you? -•■ Good News. What D!<f She M+an T Olara—Papa gives me t?*o hundred dollars every birthday. May—Ugh; you ntust have quite a mm of money- —Arltansaw Traveler. Various Airs. There's mountain sir and sea air lad foreign sir, 11'poii. Hut one must ft millionaire To fill hi* lungs with those —Detroit Free Press. An >frt?maiivi, Plaintiff (to his oouhsel) —If I had known that tt waa such a difficult Scat ter to get a dlvoroa fa soonfcfr have re mained single.— I lYnth. To He CocirrattxUte^ Teacher—For whnt were tne ancient
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