THE FULTON COUNTY NEWS, McCONNELLSBURG,' PA. mm D whit: GEORGE DARR NcCUKHE0N 0f LLUSTRATIONS & 0 DODO, MAQ Afro conPArtr CHAPTER XX Continued. 14 "No, I do not forget, James. There was but one way In which I could hope to steal him away from you, aud I went about It deliberately, with my yes open. I came here to Induce him to run away with me. I would have taken him back to his mother's home, to her grave, and there I would have told him what you did to her. If after hearing my story be elected to return to the man who bad destroyed his mother, I should have stepped aside and offered no protest. But I would have taken him away from you In the manner that would have hurt you the worst My sister was true to you. 1 would have been Just as true, and after you had suffered the torments of hell, It was my plan to reveal everything to you. fiut you would have had your punishment by that time. When you were at the very end of your strength, when you tremble on the edge of ob livion, then I would have bunted you out and laughed at you and told you the truth. Hut you would have bad years of anguish years, I say." "I have already had years of agony, pray do not overlook that fact," said he. "I suffered for twenty years. I was at the edge of oblivion more than nee, If It Is a pleasure for you to hear tie say It, Therese." "It does not offset the pain that her offering brought to me. It does not counter-balance the unhapplness you gave to her boy, nor the stigma you put upon bim. I am glad that you suf fered. It proves to me that you secret ly considered yourself to be In the wrong. You doubted yourself. You were never sure, and yet you crushed the life out of her Innocent, bleeding heart. You let her die without a word to show that you " "I was lost to the world for years," he said. "There were many years when I was not In touch with" uui ner letters must nave reached you. She wrote a thousand of" "They never reached me," he said significantly. "You ordered them destroyed?" she cried In sudden comprehension. ' I must decline to answer that ques tion." CHAPTER XXI. Revengo Turned Bitter. 1 She gave him a curious, Incredulous mile, and then abruptly returned to hex charge. "When my sister came home, degraded, I was nine years of age, but I was not so young that I did wot know that a dreadful thing bad happened to her. She was blighted heyond all hope of recovery. It was to sae little me that she told her story aver and over again, and It was I to whom she read all of the pitiful let ters she wrote to you. My father wanted to come to America to kill you. Ho did come later ou, to plead with you and to kill you If you would not listen to him. But you had gone to Africa, they said. I could not under stand why you would not give to her that little baby boy: lie was hers and " She stopped short In her recital and covered her eyes with her hands, tie waited for ber to go on, sitting as rigid as the Image that faced him from beyond the table's end. "Afterwards, mj father and my uncle made every ef fort to get the child away from you, hot he was bidden you know how carefully be was hidden so that she night never find him. For ten years they searched for him and you. For ten years she wrote to you, begging jou to let her have him, if only for a little while at a time. She promised to restore blm to you, God bless her poor soul! You never replied. You corned her. We were rich very rich. But our money was of no help to U9 In the search for her boy. You had se creted him too well. At last, one day, she told me what It was that you ac cused her of doing. She told me about Cuido Feverelll, her music-master. I anew him, James. He had known her from childhood. He was one of the Inest men I have ever seen." "He was In love with her," grated Brood. "Perhaps. Who knows? But If so, he never uttered so much as one word f love to ber. He challenged you. Why did you refuse to fight him?" "Because she begged me not to kill Urn. Did she tell you that?" "Yea. But that was not the real rea son. It was because you were not are of your ground." "I deny that!" "Never mind. It Is enough that poor rererolll passed out of her life. She id not see him again until Just before he died. He was a noble gentleman. He wrote but one letter to her after that wretched day In this bouse. I have It here In this packet." She drew a package of papers from her bosom and laid It upon the tablo before him. There were a half dozen letters tftcd together with a piece of white ribbon. "But one letter from him," she went on. "I have brought It here for you to read. But not now I There are other letters and documents here for you to consider. They are from the grave. Ah, I do not wonder that you shrink TELLS OF LIFE IN VIENNA Wherein Condition Are Different From Those That Prevail In American Cities. Life hi Vienna offers mnny Incon gruities to the American. First, he will find, unless be has taken the pre caution to equip himself with large sums of money, that be cannot pos sibly afford to live anywhere except In flat. No one except the nobility and extremely rich foreigners can hope to - m WALTERS and draw back from them. They con vict you, James." "Now I can see why you have taken up this fight against me. You you know she was Innocent," be said lu a low, unsteady voice. "And why I have bated you, al e? But what you do not understand Is how I could have brought myself to the point of loving you." "Loving me! Good heaven, woman. w hat do you " "Loving you in spite of myself," she cried, beating upon the table with ber bands. "I have tried to convince my self that It was not I but the spirit of Matilda that bad come to lodge In my treacherous body. I hated you for myself and I loved you for Matllde. She loved you to the end. She never hated you. That was It The pure, deathless love of Matllde was constant ly fighting against the hatred I bore for you. I believe as firmly as I be lieve tbat I am alive that she has been near me all the time, battling against my tnsano desire for vengeance. You have only to recall to yourself the mo ments when you were so vividly re minded of Matllde Valeska. At those times I am sure that something of Ma tllde was In me. I was not myself. You have looked into my eyes a thousand times with a question in your own. Your soul was striving to reach the soul of Matlldu. Ah, all these months I have known that you loved Matllde not me. You loved the Matllde that was in me. Y'ou " "I have thought of her always of her when you were In my arms." "I know how well you loved her," she declared slowly. "I know that you went to her tomb long after her death was revealed to you. I know that years ago you made an effort to And Fever ell i. You found his grave, too, and you could not ask him, man to man, If you bad wronged her. But In spite of all that you brought up her boy to be sac rificed as " "I I good God. am I to believe you? If he should be my son!" he cried, starting up, cold with dread. "He Is your son. He could be no other man's son. I have her dying word for It She declared it In the presence of her God. Walt! Where are you going?" "I am going down to him!" "Not yet, James. I have still more to say to you more to confess. Here! Take this package of letters. Read them as you sit beside his bed not his deathbed, for I shall restore blm to health, never fear. If be were to die, I should curse myself to the end of time, for I and I alone would have been the cause. Here are her letters and the one Feverelll wrote to her. This Is her deathbed letter to you. And this Is a letter to her son and yours! You may some day read It to blm. And here this Is a document requiring me to share my fortune with ber son. It is a pledge that I took before my fa ther died a few years ago. If the boy ever appeared, he was to have h.a mother's share of the estate and It Is not an Inconsiderable amount, James. He Is Independent of you. He need ask nothing of you. I was taking him home to his own." She shrank slightly as he stood over her. There was more of wonder and pity In bla face than condemnation. She looked for the anger she had ex pected to arouse In him, and was dumfoucded to see that It was not re vealed In his steady, appraising eyes. "Your plan deserved a better fate than this Therese. It was prodigious! I I can almost pity you." "Have have you no pain no regret no grief?" she cried weakly. "Yes," he said, controlling himself with difficulty. "Yes, I know all these and more." He picked up the pack age of letters and glanced at the sub scription on the outer envelope. Sud denly he raised them to his lips and, with his eyes closed, kissed the words that were written there. Her head drooped, and a sob came into her throat. She did not look up until be began speaking to her again, quietly, even patiently. "But why should you, even In your longing for revenge why should you have planned to humiliate and degrade him even more than I could have done? Was It just to your sister's son that you should blight his life, that you should turn blm Into a skulking, sneaking betrayer? What would you have gained in the end? His loathing, his scorn my God, Therese, did you not think of all this?" "I have told you that I thought of everything. I was mistaken. I did not stop to think that I would be taking him away from happiness In the shape of love that he might bear for someone else. I did not know that there was a Lydla Desmond. When I came to know, my heart softened aud my purpose lost most of Its force. He would have been safe with me, but would he have been happy? I could not give him the kind of love that Lydla promised. I could only be bis mother's sister to him. He was not In love with me. He has al ways loved Lydla. I fascinated him Just as I fascinated you. He would not have gone away with me, even after you bad told him that he was not your son. He would not do that to you, James, in spite of the blow you struck have a whole house to himself. He will find that he can ride up ward In an elevator, but that he must walk down. He will find that If he wants to see anything of the place, and bow Us Inhabitants enjoy them selves, be must stay out all night When be comes home late be must tip the doorkeeper In order to get Into bis own bouse. The people frequent the cafes of Vienna so constantly that peddlen of linen derive a smart Income from talei to be used on the spot Tbe guest who blm. Ho was loyal to Lydla ana to himself." "And what did bo think of you?" de manded Brood scornfully. "If you had not come upon us here, he would have known me for who I am and he would have forgiven me. I bad asked blm to go away with me. He re fused. Then I was about to tell blm the whole story of my life, of his life and of yours. Do you think be would have refused forgiveness to me? No I Ho would have understood." "But up to that hour be thought of you as a a what shall I say?" "A bad woman? Perhaps. I did not care. It was part of the price I was to pay In advance. I would have told bim everything as soon aa the ship on which we sailed was outside the har bor yonder. Tbat was my Intention, and I know you believe me when I say that there was nothing more in my mind. Time would have straightened everything out for him. He could have had bis Lydla, even though he went away with me. Once away from bere, do you think that be would ever re turn? No! Even though he knew you to be his father, he would not forget that he bas never been your son. You have hurt blm since he was a babe. Do you understand? I do not hate you now. It Is something to know tbat you have worshiped her all these years. You were true to her. What you did long, long ago was not your fault. You believed that she bad wronged you. But you went on loving her. That Is what weakened my resolve. You loved her to the end, she loved you to the end. Well, in the face of that could I go on bating you? You must have been worthy of her love. She knew you better than all tbe world. You came to me with love for her in your heart You took me, and you loved ber all tbe time. I am not sure, James, that you are not entitled to this miserable, un happy love I have come to feci for you my own love, not Matllde's." "Y'ou you are saying this so that I may refrain from throwing you out In to the street" "No!" she cried, coming to her feet. "I shall ask nothing of you. If I am to go It shall be because I have failed. I have been a blind, vain glorious fool. The trap has caught me Instead of you, and I shall take the consequences. I have lost everything!" "Yes, you have lost everything," said be steadily. "You despise me?" "I cannot ask you to stay here after this." "But I shall not go. I have a duty to perform before I leave this bouse. I Intend to save the life of that poor boy downstairs, so that he may not die be lieving me to be an' evil woman, a faithless wife. Thank Gbd, I have ac complished something! Y'ou know that he Is your son. You know that my sis ter was as pure as snow. You know that you killed her and that she loved you in spite of the death you brought to her. That Is something. That" Brood dropped into the chair and burled his face on hla quivering arms. In muffled tones came the cry from his soul. "They've all said that be is like mo. I have seen it at times, but I would not believe. I fought against it, reso lutely, madly, cruelly! Now It is too late and I see! I see, I feel! Damn you oh, damn you you have driven me to the killing of my own son!" She stood over blm, silent for a long time, ber band hovering above bis head. "He is not going to die," she said at last, when she was sure that she bad full command of ber voice. "I can promise you that, James. I shall not fcu from this house until be is well. I shall nurse blm back to health and give him back to yau and Matllde, for now I know that be belongs to both of you and not to ber alone. Now, James, you may go down to blm. He Is not conscious. He will not bear you pray ing at his bedside. He " A knock came at the door a sharp, Imperative knock. It was repeated sev eral times before either of them could summon the courage to call out They were petrified with tbe dread of some thing that awaited them beyond the closed door. It was she who finally called out: "Come in!" Doctor Hodder, coatless and 'bare armed, came Into tbe room. CHAPTER XXII. The Closed Door. The doctor blinked for a moment. The two were leaning forward with alarm In their eyes, their hands grip ping the table. "Well, are we to send for an under taker?" demanded Hodder irritably. Brood started forward. "Is is he dead?" "Of course not, but he might as well be," exclaimed the other, and it was plain to be seen that be was very much out of patience. "You've called in an other doctor and a priest and now I hear that a Fiebb) terlan parson is in the library. Hang it all, Brood, why don't you send for the coroner and un dertaker and have done with It? I'm blessed If I " Yvonne came swiftly to his Bide. "Is be conscious? Does he know?" "For God's sake, Hodder, Is there any hope?" cried Brood. "I'll be honest w ith yoi Jim. I don't believe there is. It wont in here, above the heart, and It's lodged back there by the spine somewhtre. We haven't located It yet, but we wi'l. Had to let up on the ether p"or awhile, you see. He opened bis eyes a few min utes ago, Mrs. Brood, and my assistant is certain that he whispered Lydla Desmond's name. Sounded that way to blm, but, of course " "There! You see, James?" she cried, whirling upon her busband. "I think you'd better step in and see him now, Jim," said the doctor, sud denly becoming very gentle. "He may Is accepting hospitality may decline to bave a drink, but In all likelihood be will accept a clean collar. In Vienna the retired chorus girls are pensioners, tbe flower girls are grandmothers and the messenger boys are men. These grown-up messenger boyi are known as "commissioners" They are dressed In distinctive uni forms and are licensed to perform many kinds of work other than run ning errands. It would doubtless be more correct to style them "men of all chores" rather than "Jacks of all come to again and well, It may be the last time he'll ever open bis eyes. Yes, It's as bnd as all that" "I'll go at once," said Brood, bis face ashen. "You must revive blm for a few minutes, Hodder. There's some thing I've got to say to him. He must be able to bear and to understand me. It Is the most Important thing In tbe " He choked up suddenly. "You'll have to be careful, Jim. Ilea ready to collapse. Then It's all off." "Nevertheless, Doctor Hodder, my busband bas something to say to bla son tbat cannot be put off for an In' slant I think It will mean a great deal to him In his fight for recovery. It will make life worth living for bim." Hodder stared for a second or two "He'll need a lot of courage and If any thing can put it Into him, he'll make a better fight. If you get a chance, say It to him, Jim. I I If It's got any thing to do with his mother, say It, for pity's sake. He baa moaned the word a dozen times " "Jt has to do with his mother," Brood cried out "Come! I want you to bear It, too, Hodder." "There Isn't much time to lose, I'm afraid," began Hodder, shaking his head. His gaze suddenly rested on Mrs. Brood's face. She was very erect, and a smile such as be had never seen before was on ber Hps a smile tbat puzzled and yet Inspired blm with a positive, undeniable feeling of encour agement! "He Is not going to die, Doctor Hod der," she said quietly. Something went through his body that warmed It curiously. He felt a thrill, as one who is seized by a great overpowering ex citement. She preceded them Into the hall. Brood came last He closed the door behind blm after a swift glance about tbe room tbat had been bis most pri vate retreat for years'. He was never to set foot InBlde Its walls again. In that single glance he bade farewell to It forever. It was a hated, unlovely spot. He had spent an age In It during those bitter morning hours, an age of imprisonment On the landing below they came up on Lydla. She was seated on a win dow ledge, leaning wearily against the casement She did not rise as they approached, but watched them with steady, smoldering eyes In which there was no friendliness, no compassion. They were her enemies, they had killed the thing she loved. Brood's eyes met hers for an Instant and then fell before the bitter look they encountered. His shoulders "And What Did He Think of You?" drooped as be passed close by her mo tionless figure and followed tbe doctor down the ball to the bedroom door. It opened and closed an Instant later and he was with his son. For a long time, Lydla's somber, pit eous gaze hung upon tbe door through which be bad passed and which was closed so cruelly against her, the one who loved blm best of all. At last she looked away, ber attention caught by a queer clicking sound near at hand. She was surprised to find Yvonne Brood standing close beside her, ber eyes closed and her fingers telling the beads that ran through her fingers, ber lips moving in voiceless prayer. Tbe girl watched her dully for a few moments, then with growing fascina tion. The Incomprehensible creature was praying! Lydla believed that Frederic had ffliot himself. She put Yvonne down as the real cause of the calamity that had fallen upon the house. But for ber, James Brood would never bave bad a motive for striking tbe blow tbat crushed all desire to live out of the un happy boy. She bad made of ber hus band an unfeeling monster, and now she prayed! She had played with the emotions of two men and now she begged to be pardoned for her folly! An Inexplicable desire to laugh at the plight of the trlfler came over the girl, but even as she checked It another and more unaccountable force ordered ber to obey the Impulse to turn once more to look into the face of her companion. Yvonne was looking at her. She had ceased running the beads and ber hands hung limply at her side. For a full minute, perhaps, the two regarded each other without speaking. He is not goinj; to die, Lydia," said Yvonne gravely. The girl started to her feet. "Do you think It is your prayer and not mine that has reached God's ear?" she cried In real amazement. "The prayer of a nobler woman than either you or I bas gone to tbe throne," said the other. Lydla's eyes grew dark with resent ment. "You could bave prevented all" "Be good enough to remember tbat trades." Witness the varied and un usual service rendered by one of them in a single day: His first Job was to rebottle some wine; then be cleaned a pipe for an Invalid bachelor. After tbat he clipped a dog for an actress; next he beat a carpet for a boarding house keeper; then be curried a cabman's horse, pol ished an officer's sword, and after packing a trunk for a departing trav eler wound up tbe day by helping a plumber deliver a bathtub. Yet the "commissioner" did not heal- i you bave said all that to me ociore. Lydla." "What Is yonr object in keeping me away from him at such a time as this, Mrs. Brood?" demanded Lydla. "You refuse to let me go In to blm. Is It be cause you are afraid of what " "There are trying days ahead of us, Lydla," Interrupted Yvonne. "We shall bave to face them togotber. I can promise you this: Frederlo will be saved for you. Tomorrow, next day perhaps, 1 may be able to explain everything to you. You bate me to day. Everyone in this house bates me even Frederic. There Is a day com ing when you will not hate me. Tbat was my prayer, Lydla. I was not pray ing for Frederic, but for myself." Lydia started. "For yourself? I might have known you" "You hesitate? Perhaps It Is Just as well." "I want to say to you, Mrs. Brood, that It Is my purpose to remain In this house as long as I can be " "You are welcome, Lydla. You will be tbe one great tonic tbat Is to re store blm to health of mind and body, Yes, I shall go further and say tbat you are commanded to stay bere and help me In tbe long fight that Is ahead of us." "I I thank you, Mrs. Brood," the girl was surprised Into saying. Both of them turned quickly as the door to Frederic's room opened and James Brood came out Into the ball His face was drawn with pain and anxiety, but the light of exaltation was In bis eyes. "Come, Lydia," he said softly, after he had closed the door behind him "He knows me. He Is conscious Hodder can't understand It, but be seems to have suddenly grown stronger. He" "Stronger?" cried Yvonne, the ring of triumph in ber voice. "I knewl I could feel It coming his strength even out here, James. Yes, go In now, Lydia. You will see a strange sight, my dear. James Brood will kneel be side bis son and tell blm " "Come!" said Brood, spreading out bis bands In a gesture of admission. "You must bear it, too, Lydla. Not you, Therese! You are not to come In." "I grant you ten minutes, James," she said, with the air of a dictator. "After that I shall take my stand be side him and you will not be needed." She struck her breast sharply with ber clinched band. "His one and only hope lies here, James. I am his sal vation. I am his strength. When you come out of that room again It will be to stay out until I give the word for you to re-enter. Go now and put spirit Into him. That Is all tbat I ask of you." He stared for a moment and then lowered his head. A moment later Lydla followed him Into the room and Yvonne was alone In the hall. Alone? Ranjab was ascending the stairs. ' He came and stood before ber, and bent his knee. "I forgot," she said, looking down upon him without a vestige of the old dread in her eyes. "I have a friend, after all." CHAPTER XXIII. The Joy of June. On a warm morning .toward the middle of the month of June Frederic and Lydla sat In the quaint old-fashioned courtyard. In the grateful shade of the south wing and almost directly beneath the balcony off Yvonne's bou doir. He lounged comfortably, yet weakly, in the invalid's chair that had been wheeled to the spot by tbe dog like Ranjab, and she sat on a pile of cushions at bis feet, her back resting against the wall. Looking at him, one would not have thought that be had passed through the valley of the shadow of death and was but now emerging Into the sunshine of secur ity. Ills face was pale from long con finement, but there was a healthy glow to the skin and a clear light In the eye. For a week or more he had been permitted to walk about the house and Into the garden, always leaning on the arm of his father or the faithful Hin du. Each succeeding day saw his strength and vitality Increase and each night be slept with the peace of a care-free child. As for Lydia, she was radiant with happiness. The long fight was over. She bad gone through the campaign against death with loyal, unfaltering courage; there had nover been an in stant when her stanch heart had failed her; there had been distress but never despair. If the strain told on her It did not matter, for she was of the fighting kind. Her love was the sus tenance on which she throve despite the beggarly offerings that were laid before ber during those weeks of fam ine. Times there were when a pensive mood brought the touch of sadness to her grateful heart She was happy and Frederic was happy, but what of the one who actually had wrought the miracle? That one alone was un happy, unrequitsd, undefended. There was no place for her In the new order of things. When Lydia thought of her as she often did It was with an Indescribable qraving in her soul. She longed for the hour to come when Yvonne Brood would lay aside the mask of resignation and demand trib ute; when the strange defiance that held all of them at bay would dis appear and they could feel that she no longer regarded them as adversa ries. There was no longer a symptom of rancor In the heart of Lydla Desmond. She realized that ber sweetheart's re covery was due almost entirely to the remarkable Influence exercised by this woman at a lime when mortal agen cies appeared to be of lio avail. Her absolute certainty that she had the tate to complain of the times. He was quite willing to be quoted as stating tbat be hoped conditions would Im prove soon so that be might be kept busy. A Pathetic Letter. In the height of the great cotton sit uation many Interesting letters were received by representatives and sena tors from Dixie. The following one most pathetic in spite of Its odd spell ingwas received by Senator Bank bead: , power to thwar'. death, at least in this Instance, bad Its effect, not only on the wounded man but on those who attended him. Doctor Hodder and the nurses were not Blow to admit that her magnificent courage, her almost scornful self-assdrance, supplied them with an Incentive that otherwise might never bave got beyond the form of a mere hope. There was something pos itively startling In her serene convic tion that Frederic was not to die. No less a skeptic than the renowned Doctor Hodder confided to Lydla and her mother tbat he now believed in the supernatural a-M never again would say "there ls.no God." With the dampness of death on the young man's brow, a remarkable change bad occurred even as he watched for the last fleeting breath. It was as If some secret, unconquerable force bad sud denly Intervened to take the whole matter out of nature's hands. It was not In tbe books that he should get well; it was against every rule of na ture tbat he should have survived that first day's struggle. He was marked for death and there was no alternative. Then came the bewildering, mystify ing change. Life did not take its ex pected flight; Instead It clung, flicker ing but Indestructible, to Its clay and would not obey the laws of nature. For days and days life hung by what we are pleased to call a thread; the great shears of death could not sever the tiny thing that held Frederic's soul to earth. There was no hour In any of those days In which the be wildered scientist and his assistants did not proclaim that it would be bis last, and yet he gave the lie to them. Hodder had gone to James Brood at tbe end of the third day, and with the sweat of the haunted on his brow bad whispered hoarsely that the case was out of bis hands! He was no longer the doctor but an agent governed by a spirit that would not permit death to claim Its own! And somehow Brood understood far better than the- man of science. Tbe true story of the shooting bad long been known to Lydia and ber mother. Brood confessed everything to them. He assumed all of the blame for what had transpired on that tragic morning. He humbled himself before them, and when they shook their heads and turned tbelr backs upon him be was not surprised, for be knew they were not convicting him of as sault with a deadly firearm. Later on the story of Therese was told by him to Frederic and the girl. Ho did his wife no Injustice In the recital. Frederic laid his hand upon the soft brown head at his knee and voiced the thought that was In bis mind. "You are wondering, as I am, too, what Is to become of Yvonne after to day," he said. "There must be an end, and if it doesn't come now, when will It come? Tomorrow we sail. It Is certain that she Is not to accom pany us. She has said so herself, and father has said so. He will not take ber with him. So today must see tbe end of things." "Frederic, I want you to do some thing for mo," said Lydla, earnestly. "There was a time when I could not have asked this of you, but now I Implore you to speak to your father In ber behalf. 1 love her, Freddy, dear. I cannot help It She asks nothing of any .of us, she expects nothing, and yet she loves all of us yes, all of us. She will never.'by word r look, make a single plea for herself. I have watched her closely all these weeks. There was never an Instant when she re vealed the slightest sign of an appeal. She takes It for granted that she bas no place In our lives. In our memory, yes, but that Is all. I think she Is reconciled to what she considers her fate and it has not entered her mind to protest against it. Perhaps It Is natural that she should feel tbat way about It. But It is oh, Freddy, It Is terrible! If be would would only un bend a little toward her. If he " "Listen, Lyddy, dear. I don't be lieve It's altogether up to him. There Is a barrier that we can't see, but they do both of them. My mother stands between them. You see, I've come to know my father lately, dear. He's not a stranger to me any longer. I know what sort of a heart he's got. He never got over loving my mother, and he'll never get over knowing that Yvonne knows that Bhe loved him to the day she died. We know what it was in Yvonne that attracted, him from the first, and she knows. Hes not likely to forgive himself so easily. He didn't play fair with either of them, that's what I'm trying to get at I don't believe he can forgive himself any more than he can forgive Yvonne for thi thing Bhe set about to do. You see, Lyddy, she married him without love. She debased herself, even though she can't admit it even now. I love ber, too. She's the most won derful woman In the world. She's got the finest instincts a woman ever possessed. But Bhe did give herself to the man she hated wltfi all ber soul, and well, there you are. He can't for get that, you know and she can't Leaving me out of the question alto gether and you, too there still re mains the sorry fact that she has be trayed her sister's love. She loves him for herself now, and that's what hurts both of them. It hurts because they both know that he still loves, my mother." "I'm not bo sure of that," pro nounced Lydla. "He loves your moth er's memory, he lovt her for the wrong he did her, but well, I don't see how he can help loving Yvonne, In spite of everything. She " "Ah, but you have It from her that he loved my mother even when Bhe was lu his arms, because, In a way, she represented the love that had never died. Now all that is a thing of the post She is herself, she t not Matllde. He loved Matllde all the time." (TO BE CONTINUED.) "Gents: I hae heard that forreln countries In Europe are lssulg merry torlums, so that the people can put off paying there detts a while. Now, I have 18 bales of cotton and owe detts amounting to about six hundred dol lars. I can't sell my cotton for enough to pay out and leave anything to pay taxes and live on next year. If they are selling merrytoriums In New York I wlsht you would see what it will cost to buy me one for the amount of my detts, good for six mos. "Yours truly, REWARD OF INSOMNIA 8LEEPLES3 INDIVIDUAL Haj SOME RECOMPENSE. At Least He Can Rest His Body, int Listening for the Coming of thi Day Is Pleasure to Be Appreciated. Few men are more to be pitied thai the confirmed "insomniac." Few net seek more pity. Whoso cannot sleep must retail his tale of trouble to hli associates, friends and chance . qualntances. He expects consider tion and unconsciously demands u miration. Hut as a matter of fact, nearly . ery wakeful person In culpably respot slble for hla wakefulness. The long be stays awake the more nervous and more Irritated he becomes. He com, to dislike himself, to dislike nature, to dislike a world so poorly arranged His wakefulness Is a tense mental Btraln, more wearying than a day'i labor. The wearier be becomes the more resentful he feels,- and he ragei against bis helplessness. All of which Is sheer folly. Golnr to bed Is as much for the purpose o! resting the body as of resting tbt mind. If the mind refuses to rest, U body should be given a fair chance. Counting to Impossible numbers and such artificial devices are usually vain. The best plan is to lie relaxed and it ease, thinking of something altogether agreeable A reading lamp at tbe head of the bed and a handy book may b resorted to. Even If one stays awake thus for hours his body Is resting, and In tbe morning he Is partly re freshed. Actual Insomnia is very ran Fear of insomnia, or "lnsomnlapho bla," Is the ailment from which moil sleepless persons suffer. Hut If sleeplessness cannot be put aside there Is a certain reward tor the sufferer. He can listen for the coming of the day, which Is a pleas ure denied to healthy Bleepers. Juit r.fw he heSrs the first heralding ot dawn at about 3:45. The herald Is i rooster In some neighbor's back yard. Heretofore tbat rooster has been greatly disliked and the neighbor has Shared In bla fowl's unpopularity Raucous crovvinys bave awakened many a querulous slumberer. Dut when one Is wide awake the cheery welcome to the new day is altogether agreeable. Chanticleer calls and call and at length he bas his answers; oth er roosters near and far send back their sanction of his message of opti mism and confidence. And If the lis tener peers beneath the window shadt there la the first showing of tho wan myBtic light which bathes tho blrtb ot tbe dawn. Ten minutes more and a rob! a be gins bis song. Once well begun be does not cease for a long time. When the light grows strong the robin be comes less enthusiastic and his song Is lutermttteut Only at the day's be ginning does he sing' bis best and loudest. A few more minutes pass and an oriole commences to sing, or perhaps a wren. And the busy English spar rows cluck and chirp right beneath the window. There comes a faint rum ble from tho awakening city. The milkman clatters to the back door and clatters away again. A little morning breeze stirs the curtains, and a breath of It, fresh and cool, comes to the crumpled bed. A laborer passes whit tling on his way to work, but It snemi a drowsy whistle. The robin's music seems to subside Into a sleepy mono tone. There Is the almost soundless sound of the fitful wind in the maple leaves. And then, and then Cleve land Plain -Dealer. Our Service by the Ses. When you go to the beach this sum mer you will see the drill of the coast guard, not of the llfesavlng service. The latter has been merged this year with the revenue cutter service to form the new organization which bas some 300 well-equipped stations along our 10,000 miles of coast and 1 manned by surfmen skilled In all the ways of the sea. If an institution li the lengthened shadow of a man, our llfesavlng service was the shadow of Sumner I. Kimball, a Yankee from the state of Maine, who took hold In 1871 when they had only a few clumsy boats housed In huts and manned by volunteers along a part of tho eastern coast. When he was retired this year bis organization covered all our coasts and had aided over 28,000 distressed vessels, carrying over 180,000 persons, of whom 1.455 were lost about many as perished on the Lusltanla. Mr. Kimball's unending struggle wi with congress, first for adequate sup port and then for pensions for retired or disabled llfo savers. Both ends are now achieved, and he retires with " inspiring record of past service and of constructive work for the future. It l by such men that the state is built. Collier's Weekly. Gold Discoveries In Alaska. Gulch gold was discovered in Anvil creek, near Nome, in September, 1898. Diggings In the ocean beach were first worked In July, 1899. The "rush" ws one of the most remarkable stampede In American mining history. The town soon had hotels, banks, stores several, newspapers, woekly mstls from the United States, and for a part of the year tts population wis estlniat ed at 20,000. In 1900 It was the larg est settlement In the district. The rapidity of Its growth and Us isolation raised prices to extraordinary heights. and In other respects created remark able conditions. But by the year lw the nonulatlon hud slrnnriv ereutly de creased. In 1910 the population ot Nome was 2,600. The gold output of 1905 was about $2,500,000, nearly '. placer. Height of 'Absurdity. "Look at thoso two chumps havlnl a heated argume.it about the merit and demerits of an automobile." "Do you mean the two men examl" Ing a car across the street?" "Yes." "Umph! To make matters worse, neither one owns the car they r wrangling about"
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