THE FULTON COUNTY NEWS. McCONNELLSBURO. PA.
The Hollow
of Her Hand
(Conducted by the National Woman'i
Christian Temperance Union.)
SYNOPSIS.
Chnllls Wramlnll Is founil murdered In
a road hous nuar New York. Mra. Wran
dall Ih iimnioned from the city and ldi-n-tlllus
the body. A youiiK woman who ao
cornpnnlod Wramlnll lo the Inn and mih-Kt-quently
cilHappe.ircil, la uaiierteil.
Mra. Wrnndall atarta hark for New York
In an auto during a blinding snow atnrtn.
On the way hc mrt-ti a young woman In
the road who prnva to bo the woman
who killed WrumUll. rpellng that 1 ho
Klrl had dono her a m-rvlce In ridding her
of the man who though ahe Iovd tilm
Wply. bad raum-d her great aorrow.
Mra. Wrandall deUTnilncs to shield her
and takra her to her own home. Mra.
Wrandall hears the atnry of Hetty Ca
tletnn'l life, exreut that portion thnt P-lati-a
to Wrandall. ThU and the atory of
the trmedy ahe forhlda the girl ever to
Ml. Rlie offrra Hetty a home, friendship
nd aecurltv from peril on account of the
tragedy. Mra. Hura Wrandall and Hotty
attend the funeral of Challla Wrandall at
the home of hla parenta. Hara Wrandall
and Hetty return to New York after n
ebaenre of a vear In Europe. I.ealle
Wrandall, brother of C'hallla. makea hlm
Hflf uaeful to Rra and becomea greatly
Intereelfd In Hetty. Hara acea In
lle'a Infatuation poaalblllty for revenge on
the Wrandalls and reparation for the
wrnnKii ahn Buffered at the hand of
Chnllls Wramlnll bv marrying hla mur
dered Into the fnmllv. Ialle. In com
pany with hi friend Mrnndon Booth, an
arllMt, visits Sara at her country plaoe.
Ignite cnnfewii to Sjm tbot he Is maillv
In love with Hetty. Hara arranges with
Ttooth to paint a picture of Hetty. Booth
ha a hnnntlng feeling that be lias seen
Tlctty before. Looking through a port
folio of plcttirea by an unknown Kngllwh
artliit he finds one of Hetty. He speaks
to her ahoit It. Hetty declares It must
be a picture of ITettv Glynn, an English
actress, who resembles her very much.
I.esll. Wrandall becomea Impatient and
jealous over the oleture painting and de
clares he Is going to propose to Hetty nt
the first opportunity. Much to his cha
grin Islle Is refused by Hetty. Sara,
between whom and Hetty a strong mu
tual alTectlon has grown up. tries to per
suade the girl that she should not let the
tragedy prevent her from marrying.
CHAPTER XI. Continued.
"You do know It, don't you?" he
went on.
"I Cod knows I don't want you to
love me. I never meant that you
should " she was saying, as If to
herself.
"I suppose It's hopeless," he said
dumbly, as her voice trailed off In a
whisper.
"Yes, It Is utterly hopeless," she
said, and she was white to the lips.
"I I sha'n't say anything more,"
said he. "Of course, I understand
how It Is. There's some one else, Only
I want you to know that I love you
with all my soul, Hetty. I I don't
see how I'm going to get on without
you. But I I won't distress you.
dear."
"There Isn't anyone else, Brandon,"
ehe said In a very low voice. Her fin
gers tightened on his In a sort of des
peration. "I know what you are think
ing. It isn't Leslie. It never can
be Leslie."
"Then then " he stammered, the
blood surging back Into his heart
"there may be a chance"
"No, no!" she cried, almost vehe
mently. "I can't let you go on hoping.
It Ib wrong so terribly wrong. You
must forget me. You must "
He seized her other band and bcld
thorn both firmly, masterfully.
"See here, my look at me, dearest!
What Is wrong? Tell me! You are
unhappy. Don't be afraid to tell me.
You you do love me?"
She drew a long breath through her
half-closed lips. Her eyes darkened
with pain.
"No. I don't love you. Oh, I am
bo sorry to have given you "
He was almost radiant "Tell me
the truth." he cried triumphantly.
"Don't hold anything back, darling.
If there Is anything troubling you, let
mo shoulder It. I can I will do any
thing in the world for you. Listen:
I know there's a mystery somewhere.
I have felt It about you always. I
have seen it In your eyes, I have al
ways sensed it stealing over mo when
I'm with you this strange, bewilder
ing atmosphere of "
"Hush! You must not say anything
more," she cried out. "I cannot love
you. There Is nothing more to be
said."
"But I know it now. You do love
me. I could shout It to " The mis
erable, whipped expression In her eyee
checked this outburst. Ho was struck
by It, even dismayed. "My dearest
one, my love," he said, with Infinite
tenderness, "what Is It? Tell me?"
He drew her to him. His arm went
about her shoulders. The final thrill
"Some Day You Will Tell Me Every
thing?"
of ecstasy bounded through hie veins,
The feel of herl The wonderful
subtle, feminine feel of herl His
brain reeled In a new and vast whirl
of Intoxication.
She sat there very still and unre
sisting, ber hand to nor lips, uttering
do word, scarcely breathing. . He wait
ed. He gave her time. After a little
while her fingers strayed to the crown
of ber limp, taklsh panama. They
found the single hatpin and drew It
out. He smiled as be pushed the hat
away and then pressed her dark little
head against his breast. Her blue
'eyes were swimming.
"Just this once, Just tbif once," she
jfcuirmuied wlta a sob In ber voice.
Si
copmcftr.tM
Her hand stole upward and caressed
bis brown cheek and throat Tears of
Joy started in bis. eyes tears of ex
quisite delight
"Good God, Hetty, I I can't do
without you,' be whispered, shuken
by his passion. "Nothing can come
between us. I must have you always
like this."
"Che sara, sara," she sighed, like
the breath of the summer wind as
it sings in the trees.
The minutes passed and neither
spoke. Ills rapt gaze hung upon the
glossy crown that pressed against blm
so gently. He could not see her eyes,
but somehow he felt they were tightly
shut, as If In pain.
"I love you, Hetty. Nothing can
matter," he whispered at last "Tell
me what It Is."
She lifted her head and gently with
drew herself from his embrace. He
did not oppose her, noting the serious,
almost somber look In her eyes as she
turnod to regard him steadfastly, an
unwavering integrity of purpose In
their depths.
She had made up her mind to tell
him a purt of the truth. "Brandon, I am
Hetty Glynn."
He started, not so much In surprlso
as at the abruptness with which she
made tho announcement
"I have been sure of It, dear, from
the beginning," he said quietly.
Then ber tongue was loosed. The
words ruBhed to her lips. "I was
Hawkrlght's model for six months.
I posed for all those studies, and for
the big canvas In the academy. It
was either that or starvation. Oh.
you will hate me you must hate me."
He laid his hand on ber hair, a
calm smile on his lips. "I can't love
and hate at the same time," he said.
"There was nothing wrong In what
you did for Hawkright. I am a paint
er, you know. I understand. Does
does Mrs. Wrandall know all this?"
"Yes everything. She knows and
understands. She Is an angel, Bran
don, an nngel from heaven. But," she
burst forth, "I am not altogether a
sham. I am the daughter of Colonel
Castluton, and I am cousin of all the
Murgatroyds the poor relation. It
isn't as If I were the Bcum of the
earth. Is it? I am a Castluton. My
father comes of a noble family. And,
Brandon, the only thing I've ever done
in my life that I ara really ashamed
of is the deception 1 practiced on you
when you brought that magazine to
me and faced me with It I did not
lie to you. I simply let you believe
I was not the the person you thought
I was. But I deceived you "
No. you did not deceive me," he
said gently. "I read the truth In your
dear eyes."
"There are other things, too. I shall
not speak of them, except to repeat
that 1 have not done anything else
in my life that I should be ashamed
of." Her eyes were burning with ear
nestness. Ho could not but understand
what she meant.
Again he stroked her hair. "I am
sure of that" he said.
"My mother was Kitty Glynn, the
actress. My father, a younger son,
fell In love with her. Tbey were mar
ried against the wishes of hiB father,
who cut him off. Ho was In the serv
ice, and he was brave enough to stick.
They went to one of the South Afri
can garrisons, and I was born there.
Then to India. Then back to London,
where an aunt had died, leaving my
father quite a comfortable fortune.
But his old friends would have noth
ing to do with him. He had lived
well, he had made life a hell for my
mother In thoBo frontier posts. He de
serted us In the en, after ho had
squandered the fortune. My mother
made no effort to compel him to pro
vide for her or for me. She was
proud. She was hurt Today he Is
In India, still In the service, a mar
tinet with a record for bravery on
the field of battlo that cannot be
taken from him, no matter what else
may befall. I hear from him onco or
twice-a year. That Is all I can tell
you about him. My mother died three
years ago, after two years of Invalid
Ism. During thoBe years I tried to
repay her for the sacrifice she bad
made in giving me the education,
the " She choked up for a second,
and then went bravely on. "Her old
manager made a place for me. in one
of his companies. I took my mother's
name, Hotty Glynn, and well, for a
season and a half I was In the chorus.
I could not stay there. I could not,
she repeated with a shudder. "I gave
It up after my mother's death. I was
fairly well equipped for work as a
children's governess, so I engaged my
self to"
She stopped in dismay, for be was
laughing.
"And now do you know what I think
of you. Miss Hetty Glynn?" he cried,
seizing her hands and regarding her
with a serious, steadfast gleam In his
eyes. "You are the pluckiest, sandiest
girl I've ever known. You are the
kind that heroines are made of. There
is nothing In what you've told me that
could In the least alter my regard for
you, except to Increase the love I
thought could be no stronger. Will
you marry me, Hotty?"
She Jerked her hands away, and
held them clenched against her breast,
"No!1 I cannot It Is Impossible,
Brandon. If I loved you less than I
do, I might eay yes, but no. It Is Im
possible."
His eyes narrowed. A gray shadow
crept over his face. .
"There can be only ono obstacle eo
serious as all that," he said slowly,
"You you are already married."
"No!" she cried, lifting her pathetic
eyes to his. "It Isn't that Oh, please
be good to mel Don't ask me to say
anything more. Don't make It hard
for me, Brandon. I love you I love
you. To be your wife would be the
most glorious No, not I must not
even think of It I must put It out
of my mind. There Is a barrier, dear
est We cannot surmount It Don't
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ask me to tell you, for I cannot. I I
am so happy In knowing that you love
me, and that you still love me after
I have told you how mean and shame
loss I was In deceiving "
He drew her close and kissed ber
full on the trembling lips. She gusped
and closed her eyes, lying like one In
a swoon. Soft, moaning sounds came
from her lips. Ho could not help feel
ing a vast pity for her, she was so
gentle, so miserably hurt by some
thing he could not understand, but
knew to be monumental In its power
to oppress.
"Listen, dearest," he said, after a
long silence; "I understand thlB much,
at least: you can't talk about It now.
Whatever It Is, It hurts, and God
knows I don't want to make It worse
for you In this hour when I ara so
selfishly happy. Time will show us
the way. It can't be Insurmountable.
Love always triumphs. I only ask
you to repeat those three little words,
and 1 will be content. Say them."
"I love you," she murmured.
"There! You are mine! Three
llttlo wotds bind you to me forever.
I will wait until the barrier Is down.
Then I will take you."
"Tho barrier grows stronger every
day," eho said, staring out beyond the
tree-tops at the scudding clouds. "It
never can be removed.'
"Some day you will toll me every
thing?" She hesitated long. "Yes, before
God, Brandon, I will tell you. Not now,
but some day. Then you will see
why why I cannot " She could not
complete the sentence.
"I dou't believe there Is anything
you can tell me that will alter my
feelings toward you," be said firmly.
"The barrier may be Insurmountable,
but my love Is everlasting."
"I can only thank you, dear, and
love you with all my wretched heart"
"You are not pledged to some one
else?"
"No."
"That'e all I want to know," he said,
with a deep breath. "I thought It
might be Leslie."
"No, no!" she cried out, and he
caught a note of horror In her voice.
"Does ho know this this
thing you can't tell me?" he demand
ed, a harsh note of Jealousy In bin
voice.
She looked at him, hurt by his tone.
"Sara knows," she said. "Jhere Is
She Doesn't Seem Especially Over
joyed to See Me."
no one else. But you are not to ques
tlon her. I demand It of you."
"I will wait for you to tell me," he
said gently.
CHAPTER XII.
Sara Wrandall Finds the Truth.
Sara hnd kept the three Wrandalls
over for luncheon.
"My dear," said Mrs. Redmond
Wrandall, as she stood before Hetty's
portrait at the end of the long Jiving
room. "I must say that Brandon has
succeeded In catching thnt lovely little
something that makes her eo what
Bhall I say ? so mysterious? Is that
what I want? The word is as elusive
as tho expression."
"Subtle Is the word you want,
mother," said Vivian, standing beside
Leslie, tall, Blim and aristocratic, her
hands behind her back, her manner
one of absolute Indifference. Vivian
was more than handsome: she was
striking.
"There Isn't anything subtle about
Hetty," said Sara, with a laugh. "She's
aulte Ingenuous."
Leslie was pulling at his mustache,
an-: frowning slightly. The sunburn
on his nose and forehead had begun
to peel off in chappy little flakes.
"Ripping likeness, though," was his
comment
"Oh. perfect," Bald his mother,
"Really wonderful. It will make Bran
don famous."
"She's so healthy-looking," said
Vivian.
'"English," remarked Leslie, as
that covered everything.
"Nonsense," cried the elder Mrs.
Wrandall, lifting her lorgnette again
"Puro, honest, unmixed blood, that's
what it Is. There Is birth In that
girl's face."
"You're always talking about birth
mother." Bald her son sourly, as he
turned away.
"It's a good thing to have," said bis
mother with couvtctlon.
"It's an easy thing to get In Amer
ica," said ho, pulling out his cigarette
case.
It was then thut Sara prevailed upon
them to stop for luncheon. "Hetty al
ways takes these long walkB In the
morning, and she will be disappointed
If she finds you haven't waited"
"Oh, as tor that" began Leslie and
stopped, but he could not have been
more lucid If be had uttered tbe son
tence In full.
"Why didn't yu pick ber up and
I k i
r- '
bring her home with you?" asked Sara, I
as they moved off' In the direction of
the porch.
"She seemed to be taking Brandy
out for his morning exerclso," said he
surlily. "Far be It from me to
Umph!"
Sara repressed the start of surprise.
She thought Hetty was alone.
"Slio will bring blm In for luncheon,
I suppose," she said carelessly, al
though there was a slight contraction
of the eyelids. "He Is a privileged
character."
It was long past the luncheon hour
when Hetty came In, flushed and
warm. She was alone, and she bad
been walking rapidly.
"Oh, I'm sorry to be so late," she
apologized, darting a look of anxloty
at Sara. "We grew careless with
time. Am I Bhocklngly late?"
She was shaking bands with Mrs.
Redmond Wrandall as she spoke. Les
lie and Vivian stood by, rigidly await
ing their turn. Neither appeared to
be especially cordial,
"What Is the passing of an hour,
my dear," said the old lady, "to one
who Is young and can spare It?"
"I did not expect you I mean to
say, nothing was said about luncheon,
was there, Sara?" She was In a
pretty state of confusion.
"No," said Leslie, breaking In; "we
butted In, that's all. How are you?"
He clasped her hand and bent over It
She wae regarding him with slightly
dilated eyes. He misinterpreted tbe
steady scrutiny. "Oh, It will all peel
off In a day or two," be explained, go
ing a shade redder.
"When did you return?" she asked.
I thought tomorrow was "
"Lesllo never has any tomorrows,
Miss Castlcton," explained Vivian.
He always does tomorrow's work
today. That's why he never has any
troubles ahead of blm."
What rot!" exclaimed Leslie.
Where Is Mr. Booth?" Inquired
Sara. "Wouldn't he come In, Hetty?"
I I didn't think to ask him to
stop for luncheon,' she replied, and
then hurried oil to ber room to make
herself presentable.
Hetty was In a state of nervous ex
citement during the luncheon. The
encounter with Booth had not resulted
at all as she had funded It would. She
had betrayed herself In a most discon
certing manner, and now was more
deeply Involved than ever before. She
had been determined at the outset,
ehe had failed, and now he had a
claim an Incontestable claim against
her. She found It difficult to meet
Sara's steady, questioning gaze. She
wanted to be alone.
After luncheon, Leslie drew Sara
aside.
I must say she doesn't seem espe
cially overjoyed to see me," he
growled. "Slio's as cool as Ice."
What do you expeot, Leslie?" ehe
demanded with some asperity.
"I can't stand this much longer,
Sara," be said. "Don't you Bee how
things are going? She's losing ber
heart to Booth."
"I don't see bow we can prevent
it"
By gad, I'll have another try at
It tonight I Bay, has she eald any
thing?"
She pities you," she said, a ma
Ilclous Joy In ber soul. "That's akin
to something else, you know."
"Confound It all, I don't want to be
pitied!"
Then I'd advise you to defer your
'try' at It," he remarked.
I'm mad about her, Sara. I can t
sleep, I can't think, I can't yeB, 1 can
cat, but It doesn't taste right to me.
I've Just got to have It settled. Why,
people are beginning to notice the
change In me. They say all sorts of
things. About my liver, and all that
sort of thing. I'm going to settle It
tonight. It's been nearly three weeks
now. She'e surely had time to think
It over; how much better everything
will be for ber, and all that Sho's
no fool, Sara. And do you know what
Vivian's doing this very Instant over
there In the corner? She's Inviting
ber to spend a fortnight over at our
place. If she comes well, that means
tho engagement will be announced at
once. "
Sara did not marvel at his assur
ance In the face of what bad gone bo
fore. She knew him too well. In spite
of the original rebuff, he was thor
oughly satisfied In bis own mind that
Hetty Castluton would not be such
fool as to refuse him the second time,
"It Is barely possible. Leslie," she
said, "that she may consider Brandon
Booth quite ae good a catch as you,
and infinitely better looking at tbe
present moment"
"It's this beastly sunburn," be la
mented, rubbing his nose gently, think
ing first of his person. An Instant
later he was thinking of the other
half of the declaration. "That's JuBt
what I've been afraid of," he said. "I
told you what would happen It that
portrait nonsense went on forever. It's
your fult, Sara."
"Uu I have reason to believe she
will not accept him, if It goes so far
as that. You are quite safe In that
direction."
"Gad, I'd bate to risk It," he mut
tered. "I have a feeling she's In love
with him." .
Vivian approached. '.'Sara, you must
let me have MIbs Castleton for the
first two weeks In July," she Bald so-
renely.
"I can't do it, Vivian," said the other
promptly. "I can't bear the thought
of being alone In this big old barn
of a place. Nice of you to want ber,
but"
"Oh, don't be selfish, Sara," cried
Vivian.
"You don't know how much I de
pend on hor," said Sara.
"I'd ask you over, too, dear, If there
weren't so many Others coming. I
don't know where we're going to put
them. You understand, don't you?"
"Perfectly," said her sister-ln-lnw
"But J been counting on Hetty."
you i
could go up to Bar Harbor with the
Williamsons at that time. Tell her
about the Invitation, Vlvle."
"It Isn't necessary," said Sara cold
ly. "I senrcoly know the William
eons." ' She hesitated an Instant and
then went on with sardonic dismay:
"They'ro In trade, you know."
"That's nothing against 'em," pro
tested ha. "Awfully Jolly people
really ripping. Ain't they, Viv?"
"I don't know them well enough to
say," said Vivian, turning away. "I
only know we're all snobs of tho worst
sort"
"Just a minute, Viv," he called out.
What does Miss Castleton say about
coming?" It was an eager question.
Much depended on tbe reply.
"I baven't asked ber," said bis sis
ter succinctly. "How could I, without
first consulting Sara?"
"Then you don't intend to ask her?"
"Certulnly not."
After the Wrandalls bad departed,
Sara took Hotty off to ber room. The
girl knew what was coming.
"Hetty," said the older woman, fac
ing her after she had closed the door
of her boudoir, "what Is going on be-
tweon you and Brandon Booth? I
must have the truth. Are you doing
anything foolish?"
'Foolish? Heaven help me, no!
It It Is a tragedy," cried Hetty, meet
ing her gaze with one of utter despair.
"What has happened? Tell me!"
"What am I to do, Sara darling?
He he has told me that ho he "
"Loves you?"
"Yes."
"And you have told blm that bis
love Is returned?"
"I couldn't help It. I was carried
away. I did not mean to let him see
that I"
'You are such a novice In the busi
ness or love, said Sara sneerlngly.
You are In the habit of being carried
away, I fear."
"Oh, Sara!"
"You must put a stop to all this
at onco. How can you think of marry
ing him, Hetty Glynn? Send him"
"I do not Intend to marry blm," said
the girl, suddenly cojm and dignified.
'I am to draw but one conclusion,
I suppose," said the other, regarding
the girl intently.
"What do you mean ?"
"Is it necessary to ask that ques
tion?"
The puzzled expression remained In
the girl's 'eyes for a time, and then
slowly gave way to one of absolute
horror.
'How dnre ycu suggest such a
thing?" she cried, turning pale, then
crimson. "How dare you?"
Sara laughed shortly. "Isn't the In
ference a natural one? You are for
getting yourself."
"I understand," said the girl, through
pallid lips. Her eyes were dark with
pain and misery. "You think I am al
together bad." She drooped percept
ibly. "You went to Burton's Inn," senten-
tlously.
"But, Sara, you must believe me.
I did not know be waB married. For
God's sake, do me the Justice to"
"But you went there with him," In
sisted the other, her eyes bard as
steel. "It doesn't matter whether he
was married or free. You went."
Hetty threw herself upon her com
panion's breast and wound her strong
arms about her.
"Sara. Sara, you must let me- ex
plain you must let me toll you every
thing. Don't Btop mel You have re
fused to hear my plea"
"And I still refuse;" cried Sara,
throwing her off angrily. "Good God,
do you think I will listen to you? If
you utter another word, I will
strangle you!"
Hettyshrank back, terrified. Slowly
she moved backward In tbe direction
of the door, never taking her eyes
from the Impassioned face of her pro
tector. "Don't, Sara, please don't!" she
FELT SHE HAD BEEN FAMILIAR
Horrible Discovery by Mrs. Flint Had
Considerably Disturbed Her
Composure.
Ellen Terry, the famous English
actresB, tells this story:
"Mrs. Flint came home from a call
one day In such a disturbed condition
that It was evident that tears wcro
not far In the background. Her hus
band gazed at her Inquiringly for a
moment but she mudo haste to ex
plain before be could advance any
questions.
"'Will,' sold she, 'I am so morti
fied that I don't know what to do!'
"What's up, little one?' Mr.' Flint
Inquired flippantly.
"'I have Just been calling on Mrs.
Boutelle. You know her husband.
Major Doutelle?'
" 'Yes.'
"'Well, I Just learned today that
"Major" isn't his tittle at all. 'Major"
la his first name.'
"'Why, sure It Is. I've always
known that. What Is there so morti
fying obout It?'
"'Nothing,' Mrs. Flint answered,
with a groan, 'only that I've been
calling him "Major" every time I'vo
mot blm for the last bIx years!'"
Good Reason.
William J. Burns, at a banquet In
New York, told a number of detective
stories. "And then there was Lecoq,"
nlfi Mr. Burns. "Lecoq, late one
night, was pursuing his homeward
way when, from a dark, roystorlous
looking house set is ft weedgrown
"I say, 8ara," broke In Leslie,
bogged. "Don't look at me like that!
I promise I promise. Forgive me: i
would not give you an Instant's pain
for all the world. You would suffer,
you would "
Sara suddenly put her hands over
her eyes. A singlo moan escaped her
Hps a hoarse gaHp of pain.
"Dearest!" criod Hetty, springing to
her side.
Sara threw her head up and met her
with a cold, repelling look.
"Wait!" she commanded. "The time
has come when you should know what
is In my mind, and has been for
months. It concerns you. I expect
you to marry Leslie Wrandall."
Hetty stopped short.
"How can you Jest with mc, Sara?"
she cried, suddenly indignant
"I ara not Jesting," said Kara lev
elly. "You you- really mean what you
"If You Utter Another Word, I Will
Strangle You!"
have Just said?" The puzzled look
gave way to ono of revulsion. A great
shudder swept over her.
"Leslie Wrandall must pay his
brother's debt to you."
"My God!" fell from the girl's stiff
lips. "You you must bo going mad
mad!" Sara laughed softly. "I have meant
It almost from the beginning," she
said. "It came to my mind the day
that Challis was buried. It has never
been out of It tor an Instant since that
day. Now you understand."
If she expected Hetty to fall Into
a fit of weeping, to collapse, to plead
with her for mercy, she was soon to
find herself mistaken. The girl
straightened up suddenly and met her
gaze with one In which there was the
fierce determination. Her eyes were
steady, her bosom heaved.
"And I have loved you so devotedly
so blindly," she said. In low tones
of scorn. "You have been hating me
all these months while I thought you
wert loving me. Wh&t a fool I have
been! I might have known. You
couldn't love me."
"When Leslie asks you tonight to
marry him. you nre to say that you
will do so," said Sara, betraying no
sign of having heard the bitter words.
"I shall refuse, Sara," said Hetty,
every vestige of color gone from her
fare.
"There Is an alternative," an
nounced the other deliberately.
"You will expose mo to him? To
his family?"
"I shnll turn you over to them, to
let them do what they will with you.
If you go ae his wife, the secret is
safe. If not, they may have you as
you really are, to destroy, to annlhl
late. Take your choice, my dear."
"And you, Sara?" asked the girl qui
etly. "What explanation will you
have to offer for all these mouths of
protection?"
Her companion stared. "Has the
prospect no terror for you?"
(TO UK CONTINUED.)
garden, he heard loud shouts and
roars of: 'Murder! Oh, heavens!
Help! You're killing me! Murder!'
"It was the work of an Instant for
Leioq to vault the crumbling fence,
tear through the weedy garden, and
thunder at the door of tho mysterious
house.
"A young girl appeared.
"'What's wanted?' she asked po
lltely.
"'I heard dreadful cries and yells,'
panted Lecoq. 'Tell me what Is
wrong!'
"The young girl blushed and an
swered with an embarrassed air:
"'Well, sir, If you must know, ma's
putting a patch on pa's trousers and
he's got 'era on.' "
Go Deeper for Plumbago.
In the plumbago district of Ceylon
the supply near the surface has been
practically exhausted, and the mine
owners In going deeper are confronted
with the water problem, which they
now recognize means tho Installation
of modern machinery, Including pow
erful pumps. The picturesque will be
come a matter of memory, for buckets
and hand pumps operated by coolie la
bor will be discarded. Plumbago l
the most Important mineral export
from Ceylon, and more than half ol
the total output comes to the United
States.
Each a Law Unto Himself.
Men are like' trees; each one must
put forth the leaf that Is created 1A
blm, Education Is only like good cul
ture; It changes the Bite but not tho
sort U. W. Deecliet ,
NOT A GOOD ADVERTISEMENT.
in tne ironi winuow or a Columbm
(0.) saloon, during the stute fnf
week, was a large glass tank ailed
with water In which were hundreds
ot fish. It always attracted a croud.
A young fellow, aftr watching tbe
tiHh for some time, stepped iiltu,
afcd said to the proprietor:
"That's a catchy advertisement in
your window."
"Yes," said the , 8oloonke,er "it
attracts much attention."
"But," said the visitor, "you an
losing an important point. Instead
of filling that tank with water, hf
don't you fill It with your brer or
whisky?"
"Why, you blankety-blank fool"
said the saloonkeeper, "the llsii would
all d'.e If I were to carry out your
idea."
"Well," remarked the young man,
"If thut Is the case, It is not a good
advertisement for your business, after
all. If beer and whlHky kill iisa,
what chance have men who drink tb
stuff? You have suggested a good
text for the temperanco talk to my
Sunday school next Sunday."
PRODUCTION DECREASING.
Right understanding of (lie internal
report, it Is pointed out, explains tbj
apparent inconsistency between il.
leged Increased consumption of liquor
and Increased temperanao area. Such
understanding Is that the fimires art
based upon the number of galloiu
withdrawn from the government war
houses, not upon the actual amount
consumed. The utterances of liquor
Journals continually strengthen tbii
position. In a recent Issue MiuYi
Criterion, speaking of the expected
business conditions, tells us editor
ially that "the problem of the sur
plus produced Jn the previous thres
years will still remain an incubui on
the market." It Days, moreover, tbat
"from reliable' Information received
from distillers,' production during the
months of March and April will sboi
a very material decrease from the fig
ures of lust year, and a still further
decrease during tho months of Ma;
and June."
NEW LIGHT SHED.
For the first time In tho history ol
the temperance controversy we r
able to challenge tho statement that
moderate drinking Is a safer and saner
position, and more heroic and influt
tlal ethically than total abstinence.
ThlB convenient theory Ib now practi
cally disproved by the discovery that
smull doses of alcohol, far short of In
ducing tho signs we are uncustomed
to associate with drunkenness, id up
Insidious, but no less serious, symp
toms of disease. It Is now well recog
nized that a man may pass out of li!i
with the reputation of a sober w
blameless citizen, and even in the
"odor ot BntictityV' w ho has shortened
his days and Induced the fatal ilisea
by slow poisoning with alcohol. Di
Alex. Walker, J. P., KdlubuiKh.
EDUCATIONAL PROPAGANDA.
Tha United States Urcwcrs' as
elation, according to tho lirewsn'
Journal, New York, Is planning toiM
in thplr BVHtpnmtlft "educational" 4
fense propaganda a unique moving pic
ture plea and argument In the Ion
of an exhibit which It boltfijr an
nounces will be utilized ut 'counif
fairs, aud other public occasW
throughout the country" as a "parts'
the orEanized brewers' campaign d
education."
WHAT BEER WILL DO.
A Wllkes-Uarre (Ta.) sheriff ralW
a speak-easy months hk, D '
bottlo of. beer ho found a frog- H
sealed the bottle, marked It, and f
it away. Lutely ho came acrosi
again. The seal was Intact, but tti
frog had been eaten completely
nnm.ht hw thn arid In the beer.
the. sbnrilT flnlllitu If a beVlTilKC Mt:
can eat a frog can be cm"' for tl
man stomach. Exchange.
8. S. Foxton Jones. supei intenaW1
tho Irish work In connection who -
Tl Ml.000
rtrnn liuva hpnn rescued. About i I
-t o.oao Aiiwi are dlWl'
attriuuiea to me mum .
. tha li-n1r enraa tht'SO Bl"1
Btltutlons would very shortly I
their doors.
. i a a .mm rtDIIUIS Pill 1 .
As reported In The Alliance Ne
upon eBtlmutes made by -Vr- rL
II. Wilson, secretary of the J-'.
Kingdom alliance, Cireai . -drink
bill for the past year I
j'n.,.a i.hh than I
six millions oi uuiuiio i
year previous. "Picture palace I
become a competitor with th v
houses throughout the kingdom. ,
MORE TAX ON HOTELS.
. r'nniniiJ
New YorK Biaio i0,i
er Farley, in ms annum
taxing hotels more ll"ul !
suggests a provision of law
when a .district votes u,,, - -
In It may Bell liquor u i (PJi
per cent of the electors, aud ' I
as to a wet dlBtrlct
ruiLDRE"- I
CAUSE Or MUrNuni v.. - t
Miss Agnes Slack says It U J
of the liquor traffic tnni p
England and Wales sei" -school
children.
DRUNKENNESS DECREASE0- :
Under an Early Closing Ac . r
. . . - j.....baiine8 " .
In 1308, Haiuraay uiu..---oreased
over 21 per cent
principal cities of Ireland. ,
o t oil the rest Oi '
And Sunday drunkenness
creased 55 per cent In m
CAUSE OF CRIME. the Br
General J. G. Burnett oi ,,
lsh army Is the autnony - (
ment that nine-tenths of '" nil1
hr0.fn,irths of the Invalid""
army is caused by drink.