-S^BftsFiIEIINGIDEMA 1 I jMfejf (Jreat p'ouel. r wl IjiVTwl THE JOINT WORK OK ' ' '* W. H.Ballou, Ella Wheeler Wilcox, 1 Ma J- Alfred c - Calhoun, '" Alan Dale, Howe & Hummel, Pauline Hall, Inspector Byrnes, John L. Sullivan, Nell Nelson, Mary Eastlake, P. T. Barnum. Bill Nye. VII.—ONE THREAD BREAKS. By INSPECTOR BYRNES. Illustrated by REGINALD T. SPERRY, [Copyright. All rights reserved.l Henshall did not know whether to laugh or to swear when he reflected on the way in which he had been played by the singer. He felt glad tliat he had made sure of her number. He meant to see liftr the next day and find out if he could whero Edna Lewis was living. The interest which he had felt in this girl, who represented to him so fully his ideal, was quickom*! ten fold by the late occurrence. Ho had protected her from one whom he was convinced by many reasons she disliked and who l>oded her no good. The glance that had shot from her ej'o as she darted off when he had freed her from Dr. Watson had spoken of gratitude. He laughed at himself for being tempted to think there was any other feeling in that glanco. "Yet I had only seen her once," he said to himself, as if to defend the absurd thought that she would feel any deep in terest in liim. "I saw her only once, and she has lived in my brain and my heart ever since. What a soul sho must have to play as she did! What could have made that woman play me like that?" "That woman" was not the fascinating Edna, but the singer who had decoyed him away from her. He remembered that Edna at the con cert had worn a white satin dress, and the singor had worn a pink one. Then they must have changed gowns! And the long cloak he was sure was the same as that he had seen ui>on the young girl at the time he had come to her rescue and freed her from Dr. Watson. He recalled the singular change which he had remarked in her playing. He also remembered the strange fact that he had turned his eyes directly from her upon Dr. Watson. The thought that he and the girl he was beginning to feel such an interest in could be swayed by a common sym pathetic feeding was pleasant to him, but when he reflected that it was the odious doctor who had apparently swayed both their souls by some occult magnetism ho WJIS indignant. He could have endured it for her, but that he, a strong man, should be drawn liko a piece of iron filing to the magnet by this fellow, whom hq hated and whom he knew to be a villain, mortified his pride. "It was only a chance coincidence," he said angrily to himself. The next morning ho called at the house where he had been the night be fore with the singer. Ho had lost his programme of the concert, and could not recall her name. But lie trusted to his wit to find her. A colored man answered his impatient ring at the bell. "Is there a public singer living in this building?" Henshall asked. "Yes, sir; there's two—Mrs. Bucks and Miss Dudley." "Where is the man who was on duty last night at 11 o'clock?" he inquired. "He doesn't come on till 0 this even ing," was the answer. "Well, you can take me to Miss Dud ley's," he said impatiently at a venture. The elevator boy took him up to the third floor and pointed to the door on the left. "That is Miss Dudley's," he said. Henshall rung the Ijell. The door was ned after two or three minutes by a young woman whom he had never seen. "Can I see Miss Dudley for a mo ment?" he asked. "What do you want to see her for?" said the young woman. "It is on a matter of private busi ness," he replied. The lady's face was not at all encour aging JIS she replied, "I do not know it." "Have you any objections to telling me why you and Miss Neville exchanged drosses last night and why you led me on such a wild goose chase?" The lady's eyes twinkled a little with nierriinent as she recalled the incident. Then she replied provokingly: "Why, I thought the least I could do ufter your g<x>dness in supplying me with a coupe to come home in was to al low you to accompany me—as far as the door. Ho you didn't mean to come with me at all." she went on ironically. "How mortifying!" "Miss Dudley, I've no doubt it was very amusing to hoodwink me as you did. But you have not told me why you changed dresses with Miss Neville and wore her cloak." "Why, you sco, she asked me to," said Miss Dudley, opening her eyes and look ing very innocent. "And why did sho ask you to?" re torted Hensliall, showing a little irrita tion. "I don't BUppose it is a common thing for young women who sing or take part in the same concert to change clothes with each other to go homo in!" Miss Dudley smiled again. Then, as if feeling that she had carried the matter far enough in this line, she said decided ly and with a serious couutenance: '"T have told you all I have to say j about the matter. If you wish to know | more you will have to see Miss Neville | herself, and I do not really know her ad- 1 dress. Ho I can be of no service to you, and I must bog you to excuse me now." "Miss Dudley," said Henshall, soften ing his tone, "you would not have acted as you have unless you were ft friend to Miss Neville. Believe me, you would do her no harm by trusting me, as lam a true friend to the young lady. I "I had the pleasure of rescuing her from a man who was annoying her with his attentions only last evening. I feel sure that it was the wish to escape him that led hor to propose this extraordinary change of dress. Your being so nearly the same height and figure as Miss Neville made this an easy means of throwing him off the track. Am I not right?" Miss Dudley's eyes had opened rather wide as he was Hpeaking, and when he was through sho exclaimed: "Then you are not the man?" "I am not the man, I swear to you," said Henshall. "I am no t the man, I wcnr to yo<„" The singer reflected for a moment and then said: "I do not see what harm it can do to tell you the truth in any case. Even if you are the man, nothing that I say would do any harm now. Who is the man?" she asked suddenly, fixing her eyes on the young fellow. "He is an Italian mind reader whose real name is Leopardi. I know him to be a villian," replied Henshall at once. "I only asked that to see if you would have an answer ready," Miss Dudley re turned, smiling roguishly again. "Well, I will tell you the whole thing. After her hist solo Miss Neville was Rtrangely agitated. She came to me trembling and said: 'There is a man whom I great ly fear, because, although I detest him, he has an influence over me which I can not resist. From the way I felt while I was playing I believe he was somewhere in the hall. I desire above all things to avoid meeting this man. My happiness in life may lie destroyed if lie should find where lam living. Will you not change dresses with me and wear my wrap? We are so nearly ulike in figure that if you go out in these clothes and veil yourself well ho can easily mistake you for me and will follow you. I feel as if he would , wait until he sees me coino out.' "She so impressed me," continued | Miss Dudley, "that I consented. The fun of the thing tickled my fancy, too. Well, when I came out and you ad dressed me as Miss Neville and invited me into the coupe which you had en gaged, I felt sure you were the man. I thought I was helping Miss Neville all the more by bringing you homo with me. Then it was a satisfaction to show you how you had been fooled." Hlie laughed and then said earnestly, "And you are not the man at all, then?" "No, I am not the man at all," re plied Henslmll. "You acted a friendly part. Now, you can act a still friendlier one if you will help me find this young woman. I l>elieve she ueeds assistance and I shall gladly aid hor." Miss Dudley darted a keen glance at his handsome face as she answered: "I do not doubt it in the least. But I know nothing about Miss Neville more than I have told you. Still, when I see her I will tell her what you have said, and if you leave your address with me I will write to you what she says." With this Henshall had to be content. He saw that the singer was sincere in what she said ho far as he could judge. He went to Steinway hall and got Hein ricli Neuberger's address. It was on Third avenue, far up town.. Ho decided to call at Miss Hartman's on his way up to let Mrs. Smith know that he had seen her villainous husband. This would help to cement the confi dence l>etweon them which he wished to inspire. When he rang the bell ho told the ser vant to give his card to Mrs. Smith. He penciled on it: "Come down for a mo ment. Do not say lam here." He entered the i>arlor and waited. In a very short time Mrs. Smith presented herself. She seemed flurried, but glad to Hee him. "You came at a very opportune time. 1 can trust you implieity, can I not?" she asked, looking at him fixedly. "Certainly, I want you to do so. I want your help and will give you mine. I saw your husband bust night," he added. "Read that and see what it means," said Mrs. Smith, drawing a letter from her pocket. "Do not be afraid to do so because it is directed to Miss Hartman. I have read it," and her eyes flashed, "and I know he meant villainy by it." Henshall hastily ran his eye over the letter. It was as follows: "Miss LENA HARTMAN— If Mr. Henry Henshall has any relations to you which would make his compromising another young woman of interest to you ask him what ho has to do with a girl who plays the violin in public and whose stage name is Louise Neville. lie may deny that he knows her, but you aro en titled to this warning from "A Friend." I Henshall raised his eyes interrogative ly to Mrs. Smith. "That note came this morning," she said excitedly. "The handwriting is disguised, hut I know the character ot' Leopardi's Italian letters too well not to detect it. I took the lil>erty of opening it, thinking I had a right as his wife," she said bitterly, "to know what lie would write to a young lady engaged to a young gentleman. When I read it I decided not to let Miss Hartman know anything about it, and felt it was only fair to show it to you." "It is only his devilish malice per haps," said Hensliall, "for he hates me. But I do not know how ho could have found out my name and my engagement to Miss Hartman." He then told Mrs. Smith the history of yesterday. When he was through she exclaimed: "That man seems to me devilish at times. Keep this letter at all events. It may come into play later." When Henshall left her he went at once to Neuberger's. What was his astonishment when that gentleman said to him: "Miss Neville has accepted an engagement to appear in San Francisco with a manager named Rudolph Onper. She started for there this morning. "Beaten again I" said Hensliall sav agely to himself as he descended the stairs. "But I will find lir if I have to follow her around the world." VIII. COLLIhtfONS AND COLLU SIONS. By NELL NELSON. Illustrated by Mrs. JESSIE OURTIS SHEPARD. "Oh! how good the fire feels," said Miss Brown, as she rolled over on the soft Persian rug and presented her left Bhoulder to the open grate. She lay with her elbows on the floor, her chin in her hands and her feet crossed, purring like soino regenerated cat as she toasted herself a bright scar let. "Oh! how good it feels," she repeated, gazing into tho glowing coals through the iron bars of the grate and recrossing her neatly slippered feet "The best fire that ever blazed. If I ever get a home of my own I'll have a grate in every room and a roaring fire in every grate nine months in the year. If there was nothing else in life but hot coffee, hot water and a hot fire it would still be worth living. "Coffee is the best thing that ever went down a human throat. I know of no sensation to compare with a hot bath, which is a purification, a solace and a benediction, while a grate fire, with a soft rug to lie on, is company, comfort and consolation. There's history in the burning coals, and there must be in spiration, only I haven't brains enough to perceive it. "The present lies in tho white heat. There's that Dijctor of Devils grinning at me; there's poor little Edna; there's the crazy painter, and leaning against the brick is Mr. Crawford, scarcely able to support himself. "The embers of remembrance in their dying glow picture the past, and there's one fact that never fades. I see it in the ashes after the last spark goes out, and I shall see it in the coffin lid at my fu neral, and in my grave when I'm buried. God help her to forgive me!" and roll ing over on her back sho clasped her hands and raised .them in supplicating appeal above her burning face. Just then the door of her room opened noiselessly and Dr. Watson, in slippers and lounge coat, entered, and taking a cigarette from his lips stood for a mo ment watching her. Not a sound was made nor a syllable uttered, but Miss Brovfri felt the pres ence of the hypnotist in an instant. A shudder ran through her body, an excessive quivering agitated her eyelids. Her eyeballs moved convulsively, and quickly tnrning her face as close to the fire as the brass fender would permit she said byway of recognition, "It's you, is it?" "You have said it, my dear Martha, and if you don't mind I'll finish my cig arette here. Damnation can have little terror for you, by the way." "How do you know?" "You have K"id It, my dear Martha." "Because you c;m stand such an infer nal lot of heat. I've seen something of life and people, but I never met a creat ure without feathers or fur who could stand as much roasting as you can and not get scorched. Do you know, I some times think that yon lived in Hades be fore you came to earth, for you are cer tainly the most fireproof young woman in my time." Miss Brown rose to a sitting posture, straightened out her skirts, threw one corner of the fine rug over her feet and knees, and lying down again turned her eyes to tho fire and covered her face with her arm to shut out tho demon gaze that made her soul writhe. Without heeding her silence Watson blew out some delicate rings of smoke. "I wish you were not so prudish," he said. "I like the lace ruffles of your skirt better than that rug. Thoy remind mo of the girl I married in Chicago." "That was your third wife, wasn't it?' she said venomously. "Well, really, Mattie, to tell you the truth, I don't remember her number, but now that you betray some evidence of rationalism, I have a little matter to talk about font will interest you. "Your truant unstress has gone west, | ftnd to-morrow, it possible, wo win taxe the same route. X have given old Mor i tality a powder to make him sleep for ! the next fifteen hours, and if you have any packing to do you needn't be afraid of disturbing him. You have been a very useful assistant. Martha, and you can make yourself indispensable to me 1 now if you want to." Miss lb-own slowly raised herself, rubbed her eyes with both hands, and without looking at him asked, "In what way?" "In the same old way." "No. I've done all I intend to do 'in the same old way!' When I leave this house I leave your service for good. I have enough on my conscience now to keep meas wide awake as the Miicboths, and I tell you I'm sick of it. and I in tend to quit." ! "You're never so good looking, Mar- I tha, as when you reflect the tiro you ab sorb. If you wero my wife I'd keep you [ angry all the time. Conscience? Bah! ' the thing went out of style before you i were out of bibs. It's indigestion that's bothering you. I'll mix you a powder when I go to my room. "Now, Miss Crawford is expected in San Francisco Monday evening. She will stay at a private house, tho name and number of which I will give you. and I want you to go to her with a let tor her father has written and look after her. lam determined to marry her ami you can help me." "And what if I refuse?" j "I'm determined that you will not re fuse, and the sooner you understand that J the better. Do you hear what lam say ing? Look at me!" * "Let me go!" | "Answer rne first." } Unable to move a muscle under his grip Miss Brown felt her senses reeling beneath his hideous gaze and for an in j stant was overpowered. The doctor gave her arm a sudden ! twist that brought tile girl to her feed. Then fixing nis black, beady eyes on her, and looking steadily at her trembling lids till she raised her eyes to his face, he said clearly and decidedly: "You will do as I tell you? Say you will?" A shade passed across the pale face of the governoss. It was there an instant and gone in an instant, but Miss Brown was conscious of it, for she raised her left hand to brush it away, and as she did so gasped. "Yes," and tore away the lace from her throat. "Now you are reasonable. Sit down and listen to me. Tell Mr. Crawford iu the morning that yon had a dream, that you saw Edna on a sick bed, neglected and alone. Tell him you saw her mother— What the devil ails you?" "Don't say any more, for heaven's sake! I know what to tell him," and she buried her face in her hands as if to shut out a vision too horrible to contem plate. "I am willing and all that, Dr. Wat son, but I know I can't help you and it's no use sending me. Miss Edna does not trust me. She dreads me and I fear her. I can't look into her face, and have not been able to meet her eyes since tho night I mode her mother use your vin aigrette. • 4 Asleep or awake it's all the same, and the older the daughter grows the stronger | becomes thi resemblance to her mother. It is wasted time; I can't stay with her or near her, and I won't try. I will go to California with the letter, if that will do you any good, but there isn't money enough in America to keep me in her service." "And that is tinal, is it?" "Yes." "Does it occur to you that I have evi dence sufficient to convict you of mur der?" "Who ever heard of ah accomplice hanging and an adept scoundrel who has won SUCCCSH JIS thief, bigamist, forgerer and blackmailer escaping judgment? There was profit in Mrs. Crawford's death, and you know who got her fort une and what became of her property." "Hold your tongue, you jade. Your wages will depend upon the success of your dream to-morrow moruing. Wo give up these quarters this week without fail, and on second thought it will be better to have you travel with us as nurse or companion, or secretary to Mr. Crawford. "To save you the trouble of planning an escape I might as well tell you that I have paid a private detective to watch you, and that I am determined to have your assistance. So good night, dear, (let as much rest as you can, for it's a long, weary run from here to 'Frisco." Banker Hartman's house in Stuy vesant square was as gay as a palace for a coro nation. Incandescent lanterns lmng in the branches of the trees, flooded the scene below with soft light, and wove a delicate tapestry of skeleton leaves and graceful branches over pavement, street and wall. From curbstone to doorstep stretched * carpet and canopy, one hung with little chamber lanterns, from the jewels of which the light streamed in soft splendor, and the other hedged with date and fan palms. White liveried grooms stood at the carriage step to assist the wedding guests, and in the vestibule and along the staircsisc were servants of inscruta ble face and faultless dress, each with a single phrase to deliver byway of direc tion to the bewildered company. The air was redolent with the breath of roses, and up from an arbor of pjil? and oleander floated the light strains < mandolins, flutes and harp, rapturous us love itself. Newel posts and balustrades were twined with roses and rosemary; win dow seats and mantel shelves w T ere cush ioned with violets and daffodils; gor geous balls of hydrangea and chrysan themum filled the fireplaces, and invisi bly hung against screens of sinilax was a wainscoting of orchids extending through the drawing room and library. The alcove off the music room had been turned into a nuptial bower. An umbrella of white buds roofed the in closure, the walls were tapestried with pink roses, and just within the floral gates stood a prie-dieu of carved ivory and golden satin, where Henry Henshall would kneel With his bride to receive | the nuptial benediction. Up in one of the sumptuously appoint ' ed guest chambers sat the painter in the ! attitude of a penitent, desolate as a lighthouse, for he had locked the door and given orders not to IK; disturbed. The marriage was set f-r 7 o'clock, and the neighborhood abounded in belfry clocks. He had his gloves on and the ring in his pocket and he was listening for the knell. "Confound it, any way. Why should I care?" ho muttered, rising abruptly and beginning to pace the floor. "It's the woman iu me. Men marry nurses and housekeepers and influence every day in the week, and I can name at least five fellows in the club who have married for mere social position. This thing of love is an involuntary sort of a sensation, any way, and as for swearing to keep it up, it's all balderdash; for a fellow can 110 more hate all his life than he can love. I'm in love with that small, brown eyed musician, yet I wouldn't marry her if I could; but I mean to find her and know her and use her as an ideal, if I have to sell my immortal soul. "Lena is a good, wholesome girl, am ple in everything but imagination, ami able and lenient, and she loves me, poor child, with her whole soul. Ah, well, the least I can do is to treat her decently 1 And I wish to gracious this ordeal was over with. "My idea iu hurrying the thing was to escape the gaping mob, and the servant at the door told me he had counted one hundred and twenty. I never could un- I derstand the whims of woman and her aversion to quiet weddings. "And then the nonsense of paying | tribute to her intuition! I'll swear that ! I haven't made love to her, and I know for a certainty that I haven't kissed her three times. She thinks she loves, and she thinks she has a heart, and she thinks she thinks, which is equivalent to the demonstration of an absurdity." Lena Hurtuian, buxom, blonde and warm blooded, belonged to that vast army of women that thrives best on neglect. She loved Henry Henshall be cause she feared him. He had called her silly when she at tempted to bo playful, made fun of her theories, and referred to her as dull, in artistic and shallow pated. He teased her unmercifully, but what hurt her was the indifference he showed when she pouted, expecting to be coaxed. Coaxing was not in the painter's tac tics. Ho could have soothed her with a hand clasp if he cared to do so, but lie didn't, and by ignoring her moods he deified himself to a "whistle-and-I'll come-to-you" statu of importance. Inadvertently Henry was training his wife for future success. Women are as easily spoiled as children, and once in dulged they twine a man about their fingers or play doormat with him, as the humor suits. It's the stinting of grain and grass that gives the thoroughbred beauty and go; and just in proportion to the check ing and stinting of his affection will a man hold and enslave the woman who is in love with him. The velvet glove is very soothing to the touch, but a woman wants to know that there's an iron grip under it. Henry Henshall counted the belfry strokes and waited for the resounding tones to die away before unlocking the door. In the hall, on his way to the bridal chamber, he mot Banker Hartman go ing to signal the leader of the orchestra for the march. "Ah, old man; glad to see you! How are your knees? Shall I get you a drink of something?" "No, thunk you; I'm all right. Where's Lena?" "Dear Henry, how do I look? Is my veil on straight? I'm awfully nervous. Are you?" The pale faced bridegroom was spared the effort of res]x)nse by a burst of mel ody that came from the fifty strings hidden away in some plac*3 overhead, and offering his arm to the goddess in satin and i>earled tulle he led her down the broad staircase, along the rose trel lised hall, through the orchid scented drawing room and into the floral bower. In the gateway stood the venerable clergyman, book in hand, straight as a sentinel and bright as a January rose. The sweet strains of "01>eron" came from the pleading, sobbing violins. In six minutes by the watch of Broker Henshall his son was a husband, and at 6 o'clock the following evening Mr. and Mrs. Henry Henshall, Mrs. Smith, Mr. Crawford, Dr. Watson and Miss Brown were in the Union depot of Chicago, waiting for the San Francisco limited. [TO HE CONTINUED.J A Unique Fishing Scene. Lowell people at Ocean Park had an experience that will enable them to tell about the largest fish story of the season. Soon after dinner it was dis covered that the bluefish were driving j mackerel in schools into Goose Fair brook, a stream about knee deep and a rod wide. By 4 o'clock probably 150 persons—men, women, boys and girls— were hard at work in the wator. Every male who arrived at the scene of action promptly divested himself of shoes and stockings and entered the water. The women and girls did the same. Altogether a conservative estimate would make the afternoon catch at least an ordinary one horse cart full.—Lowell Mail. A Mystery of the Burdens' Clock. A singular coincidence in connection with the Borden murder is that the cal endar pointer on the old fashioned clock at the residence on Second street stopped on the 4th, the date of the murder, and still points to that date. The other works of the clock are not impaired, but tick off the minutes and the hours with usual regularity.—Fall River (Mass ) , News. 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" Our physicians in the children's depart ment have spoken highly of their experi ence in their outside practice with Castoria, and although wo only have among our medical supplies what is known as regular products, yet we are free to confess that the merits of Castoria has won us to look with 4 favor upon it." UNITED HOSPITAL AND DISPENSARY, Boston, Mass. ALLEN C. SMITB, Pres., .BMB MUD SYSTEM. — 7 LEHIGII VALLEY DIVISION. ARRANGEMENT OF jr PASSENGER TRAINS, i I MAY 1/5, 1802. LEAVE FREELAND. - .15. 5 .15,ji.40, HI.;A. M., 12.25, 1.50, 2.4.1, .1.50 1 '*■ •"!* ,s ' 4 ' ,ul ' 'Hilton, Jeddo, Leather i ard, Stockton and lla/lcton. "i '*• 1 •' ' or Mauob < nl„ AHi>i i tow n, I let 11 Ichcm, IMillu., Kaaton \cw yVn-k V ' 1,118 n ° colu,t,c " oll lor •i i Vhi*^" for Raston nml Philn i-.;■;'!;"!"'V - *!yJ£ lw '.V s ' v - M - (v,n nuriiiami 1.1. Kin lor White Haven, (ilea Summit, \N ilkeM-liarre, l'ittHlou and L. and H. Junction. ' . A. M. tor Black Hidge and Toinhieken. SUNDAY TIIAINB. l;.ill A. M. and 1.45 |\ M. for Drlttea, Jeddo, 1.ni1.) er \ unl and Ha/!etou. } 1 M. for Delano. Mahanoy City, Sheil andouh, New York and Philadelphia. ARRIVE AT FREELAND. r. .n, o,vi. :.-.v.. in.;.ti A. M., I2JH. 1.15,2..%. 1.1. i. i., .'i and M* P. M. from I la/.lef.on, Mock toll, laiuii.ei \ urn, Jeddo and Dril'lnn. H. 15. 10.511 A M., 12.10, 3.11, 4.1n, ii.so P. M. from Delano, Mahanoy City and Shenandoah (via New Huston itraneh). 1.15 and -\l7 P. M. from New York, Kuston. I'lnLtdclphia, Itethlclieiu, AI leu tow 11 and ; Maiich Chunk. 0.15 and 10.50 A. M. from Hasten, Philadel phia, Bethlehem and .Maueli Chunk. 0.15, 10.1.5 A. M., 2.41, 0 15 P. M. from White Haven, (ilen Summit, Wilkcs-Harrc, Pittston and li. and It. Junction (via Highland Brunch). SUNDAY TRAINS. 11.11 A. M. ami 1.11 P. M. from Huzlcton. Lumber Yard, .Icdilo and Drifton. 11.11 A. M. from Delano, Ha/.lelon, Philadel phia and KM si on. 1.1 l P. M. from Pottsvllle and Delano, l or further information inquire of Ticket Agents. I. A. SW I'd HA HI), Gen. Mgr. c. li. HANCOCK, Gen. Buss. Aut. ... .. .. Piiilttdohihia, Pa. A. NN . NONXEMACHKU, Ass't H. P. A., South Bethlehem, Va,
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