, CHAPTER IX. I A FAMILY PLOT. Little did poor Dr. Walker imagino as lie sat at his broakfast table next morn ing that tho two sweet girls who sat on either side of him wero deep in a con- ' spiracy, and that ho, munching inno cently at his muffins, was tho victim against whom their wiles were planned. Patiently they waited until at last their opening came. It is a beautiful day," ho remarked. "It will do for Mrs. Westmacott. She was thinking of having a spin upon her tricycle." "Then wo must call early. Wo both intended to seo her after breakfast." "Oh, indeed!" Tho doctor looked ploasod. You know, pa," said Ida, "it seems y/ to us that wo really have a verygrcatad ' vautago in having Mrs. Westmacott liv ing so near." • "Why so, dear?" "Well, because she is so advanced, you know. If we only study her ways, we may advance ourselves also." "I think I havo heard you say, papa," remarked Clara, "that she is tho type of tho woman of the future." "I am very pleased to hear you speak so sensibly, my dears. I certainly think that Bho is u. woman whom you may very well tako as your model. Tho more inti mate you aro with her tho better pleased I shall bo." "Then that is settled," said Clara do murely, and tho talk drifted to other matters. All the morning the two girls sat ex tracting from Mrs. Westmacott hermost extreme views as to the duty of tho ono sex and tho tyranny of the other. Abso . * nto equality, even in details, was her ideal. Enough of the parrot cry of un- j womanly and unmaidenly. It had been invented by man to scaro woman away when sho poached too nearly upon his precious preserves. Every woman should bo independent. Every woman should learn a trado. It was their duty to push in where they were least welcome. Then thoy wero martyrs to tho cause and pio neers to their weaker sisters. Why should the washtub, tho needlo and tho house keeper's book bo eternally theirs? Might they not reach higher—to the consulting room, to the bench and even to the pul pit? Mrs. Westamott sacrificed her tricyclo ride in her eagerness over her pot sub ject, and her two fair disciples drank in every word and noted her every sugges ttion for future use. That afternoon thoy went shopping in London, and boforo evoning strango packages began to be handed in at the doctor's door. Tho plot was ripo for oxecution, and one of tho conspirators was merry and jubilant, while the other was very nervous and troubled. When tho doctor came down to tho dining room next morning, ho was sur prised to find that his daughters had al ready been up somo time. Ida was in stalled at ono end of tho tablo, with a spirit, lamp, a curved glass flask and soveral bottles in front of her. Tho con tents of the flask were boiling furiously, while a villainous smell filled the room. Clara lounged in an armchair with her feet upon a second one, a blue covered book in her hand and a huge map of tho British islands spread across her lap. "Hullo!" cried tho doctor, blinking and sniffing, "where's tho breakfast?" "Oh, didn't you order it?" usked Ida. "I! No; why should I!" Ho rang the Vuoll. "Why havo you. not laid tho break fast, .lane?" "If you pleaso, sir, Miss Ida was a-workin at the table." "Oh, of course, Jane," said tho young lady calmly. "I am so sorry. I shall lie ready to move in a few minutes," "But what on earth aro you doing, Ida?" asked the doctor. "Tho smell is most offensive. And, good gracious, look at the mess which you havo made upon tho cloth! Why, you havo bnmod a hole right through." "Oh, that is tho acid," Ida answered contentedly. "Mrs. Westmacott said that it would burn holes." "You might havo taken her word for it without trying," said her father dryly, j "But look hero, pal Seo what the book j says: 'Tho scientific mind takes nothing \ upon trust. Provo all tilings!' I havo proved that." "You certainly have. Well, until i breakfast is ready I'll glanco over The 1 Times. Havo you seen it?" "Tho Times? Oh, deal' mo, this is it which I havo under my spirit lamp. I afraid thcro is some acid upon that, Too, and it is rather damp and torn. Hero it is." Tho doctor took tho bedraggled paper with a rueful face. "Everything seems to lie wrong today," lie remarked. "What is this sudden enthusiasm about chemis try, Ida?" "Oh, I am trying to live up to Mrs. I Westuiacott's teaching." "Quito right, quite right!" said he, though perhaps with less heartiness than he had shown tho day before. "Ah, hero is breakfast at lust!" But nothing was comfortablo that looming. There were eggs without egg- PPnons, toast which was leathery from being kept, dried up rashers and grounds in the coffee. Above all there was that dreadful smell which pervaded every thing and gave a horrible twang to overy mouthful. "I don't wish to put a damper upon B'our studies, Ida," said the doctor as he Bushed back his chair. "But Ido think would be better if vou did vour ch"""- lcai experiments a utile later in the day." "But Mrs. Westmacott says that wom en should riso early and do their work before breakfast." "Then they should choose some other room besides tho breakfast room." Tho doctor was becoming just a little ruffled. A turn in tho open air would soothe him, ho thought. "Where aro my boots?" he asked. But they were not in their accustomed corner by his chair. Up and down ho searched, wkilo tho three servants took up tho quest, stooping and peeping under bookcases and drawers. Ida had re turned to her studies and Clara to her blue covered volume, sitting absorbed and disinterested amid tho bustlo and tho racket. At last a general buzz of congratulation announced that the cook had discovered the boots hung up among tho hats in tho hall. The doctor, very red and flustered, drew them on and stamped off to join the admiral in Ids morning walk. As tho door slammed Ida burst into n shout of laughter. "You see, Clara," sho cried, "tho charm works already. Ho has gone to No. 1 instoadof to No. 8! Oh, wo shall win a great victory. You've been very good, dear. I could see that you were 011 thorns to help him when ho was looking for his boots." "Poor papal It is so cruel. And yet what aro we to do?" "Oh, he will enjoy being comfortable all tho more if wo givo him a littlo dis comfort now. What horriblo work this chemistry is! Look at my frock! It is ruined. Aud this dreadful smell!" She throw ojton the window and thrust her littlo golden curled head out of it. Charles Wt'stmacolt was hoeing at tho other side of tho garden fence. "Good morning, sir," said Ida. "Good morning." Tho big man leaned upon his hoe and looked up at her. "Have you any cigarettes, Charles?" "Yes, certainly." "Throw mo up two." "Here is my case. Can you catch?" A sealskin case camo with a soft thud on tho floor. Ida opened it. It was full. "What nro these?" sho asked. "Egyptians." "What are some other brands?" "Oh, Richmond Gems and Turkish and Cambridge. But why?" "Never mind!" Sho nodded to him and closed the window. "Wo must re member all those, Clara," said she. "Wo must learn to talk about such things. Mrs. Westmacott knows all about tho brands of cigarettes. Has your rum come?" "Yes, dear. It is hero." "And I have my stout. Cotno along up to my room now. This smell is too abominable. But wo must bo ready for him when ho comes back. If we sit at tho window, we shall seo him coming down tho road." Tho fresh morning air and the genial company of the admiral had caused the doctor to forget his troublo, and became back about midday in an excellent hu mor. As he opened the hall door the vile smell of chomioala which had spoiled Ills breakfast met him with a redoubled vir uleuoo. He threw open tho hall window, entored tho dining room and stood aghast at tho sight which met Ids eyes. Ida was still sitting among her bottles, with a lit cignretto in her left hand and a glass of stout on the table beside her. Clara with another cigarette was loung ing in the easy chair with several mans spread out upon the floor around. Her feet were stuck up on tho coal scuttle, and she had a tumblerful of some red dish brown composition on' the smoking table close at her elbow. The doctor gazed from one to the other of them through the thin gray haze of smoke, but his oyes rested finally in a settled stare of astonishment upon his elder and more serious daughter. "Clara!" hegasped. "I could not havo believed it!" tMjiMS I "Clara!" he gasped. "I could not have be lieved It!" "What is it, papa?" "You aro smoking!" "Trying to, papa. I find it a littlo diffi cult, for I havo not been used to it." "But why, in tho name of goodnoss"— "Mrs. Westmacott recommends it." "Oh, a lady of maturo years may do many tilings which a young girl must avoid." "Oh, 110," cried Ida. "Mrs. Westma cott says that there should be one law for all. Have a cigarette, pa?" "No, thank you. I never smoko in the morning." "No? Perhaps you don't care for tho brand. What aro these, Clara?" ' "Egyptians." "Ah. wo must havo some Richmond Gems or Turkish. I wish, pa, when you go into town you would get mo some Turkish." "I will do nothing of the kind. Ido not at all think that it is a fitting habit for young laches. I do not agree with Mrs. Westmacott upon tho point." "Really, pal It was you who advised us to imitate her." "But with discrimination. What is it that you aro drinking, G'lara?" "Rum, papa." "Rum? In the morning?" Ho sat down and rubbed his eyes as one who tries to shako off some evil dream. "Did you say rum?" "Yes, pa. They all drink it in the pro fession which I nm going to take up." "Profession, Clara?" "Mrs. Westmacott says that every woman should follow a calling, and that wo ought to choose those which women have always avoided." "Quite so." "Well, I am going to act upon her ad vice. lam going to bo n pilot." "My dear Claral A pilot? This is too much." "This is a beautiful book, papa. 'The Lights, Beacons, Buoys, Channels and Landmarks of Great Britain.' Here is another, 'Tho Mnster Mariner's Hand book.' You can't imagine- how interest ing it is." "You aro joking, Clara. You must bo joking." "Not at all, pa. You can't think what a lot I have learned already. I'm to carry a green light to starboard and a red to port, with a white light at tho masthead, and flaro up overy 15 minutes." "Oh, won't it look pretty at nightl" cried her sister. "And I know the fog signals. One blast means that a ship steers to star board, two to port, three astern, four that it is unmanageable. But this man asks such droadful cpiestions at the end of each chapter. Listen to tliis: 'You see a red light. Tho ship is on tho port tack and tho wind at north. What course is that ship steering to a point?" Tho doctor rose witli a gesture of de spair. "I can't imagino what has como over yon both," said he. ; "My dear papa, wo aro trying hard to live up to Mrs. Westmacott's standard." "Well, I must say that I do not ed rniro the result. Your chemistry, Ida, may perhaps do no harm, but your scheme, Clara, is out of the question. How a girl of your sense could ever en tertain such a notion is more than I can imagine. But I must absolutely forbid you to go further with it." "But, pa," asked Ida, with an air of in nocent inquiry in her big blue eyes, "what are wo to do when your com mands and Mrs. Westmacott's advice are opposed? Y'ou told us to obey her. She says that when women try to throw off their shackles their fathers, brothers and husbands are the very first to try-• to rivet them on again, and that in such a matter no man lias any authority." "Does Mrs. Westmacott teach you that I am not the head of my own house?" Tho doctor flushed, and his grizzled hair bristled in his anger. "Certainly. Bhe says that all heads of houses aro relics of the dark ages." Tho doctor muttered something and stamped hio foot upon the carpet. Then without a word ho passed out into tho garden, anil his daughters could seo him striding furiously up and down, cutting oil the heads of the flowers with a switch. "Oh, you darling! You played your part so splendidly!" cried Ida. "But how cruel it is! When I saw the sorrow and surpriso in his eyes, I very nearly put my arms übout him and told him all. Don't you think we havo done enough?" "No, no, no. Not nearly enough, You must not turn weak now, Clura. It is so funny that I should bo loading you. It is quito o now cxporionco. But I know that lam right. If we go on as wo ore doing, wo sltnll bo able to say nil onr lives that wo havo saved him. And if we don't, oh, Clara, wo should novor for give ouj'solves." [CONTINUED ON THURSDAY.] A Winter Day. Tho sky Is ashen gray, and o'er Its face Is spread a sullen, angry scowl. From far As eyo can picrco tho trembling snowflakes fall. Like pretty butterflies they dip and dart. Now right, now left, as If in very play. With streaming hair and cheeks with health aglow. Tho little children, Just let loose from school. To catch tho feath'ry sprites all madly run, But strivo thoy as they may tli' elusive flakes By many devious paths to earth descend And find their bed with myriads beneath, liovorlierating through tho cold, crisp air. Their merry voices ring in boist'rous glco, Brightening a scene most melancholy else. Her ladyship, proud earth, liko soiuo grand damo. Is robed in warm, soft cloak of crmlno ruro. Tho tim'rous birds tho elements defy And wing their flightdospito tho driving storm; V\ ith nhnblo feet some dash tho drifts aside To gather sust'nancc 'mid tho wintry blasts. I) rom ovory cavo pellucid pendants hang And bide tho coming of tho sun's first rays To catch their warmth, then disappear from view. All naturo lies in sweet repose. But, 10l Upon tho ear tho slelghbolls' Jingle falls In rhythmic cadence, if unmusical, But faint at first, thou with a gradual swell. Clear and moro cicar tho chime, till all the air Is tilled o'erflowiug with a wild delight. —Michael Joseph Donnelly. Tho DucL Thero, in the merciless morn's first glow. Grim, defiant, I faced my foe, 110 who had wronged me with savago hato, Fuco to faco on tho Held of fate. And I said, "Ho must die; he hath played his part; My sword shall clcavo through his hateful heart!" Then to tho battle, with one truo thrust Ho stood defenseless, his sword in dust. I marked tlie spot where his fuJso heart lay, ! I lifted my glittering blado to slay, When lo! In my fury I seemed to feel A hand that clutched at the lifted steel— A hand that warded tho blow I dealt. And wild beforo men woman knelt. I could not Rti iko my hntcd foe. In wrath and mercy I bado him go. Fool! forgetting tho wrongs of years, To drown revenge In a won inn's tears. —Frank L. Stanton. Justice, when equal scales she holds, Is blind; i Not cruelty nor mercy chango her mind. \\ lion some escape for that which others die, Mercy to those, to these is cruelty. - Denliam. j JUDGES SENT TO JAIL. Tliey Prefer Imprisonment to Making an Unpopular Tax Levy. The judges of the St.. Clair county court in Missouri, n. li. F. Copenhaver, George H. Lyons and Tliomns D. Nevltt, huve again been sentmieed by Judge Philips of the United States district court to impris onment in the Jackson county jail in Kan sas City for contempt of court. Judges Coponliaver and Nevltt have both been imprisoned before for the samo cause, but their associate ou the bench at that time . was Judgo Johnson, who was so old and feeble that he was not imprisoned. Judge Lyons was elected last fall to succeed Judgo Johnson and knew ho would have to spend a large portion of his term in Jail. In the languuge of the commitment, the judges are to remain In juil "until such time as they comply with tho writ of man damus heretofore issued in tho ease of the Ninth National hank of New York against St. Clair county." The writ of mandamus mentioned requires them to make a tax levy for the payment of certain bonds is sued by the county as a bounty for rail- THE JUDGES IN JAIL, roads that wore never built. This the Judges, in obedience to tho well understood wishes of their constituents, refused to do, as they had before refused and as the Judges of Cass county, who it will be remembered were imprisoned about a year ago, hod ulso refused. Tho view of the matter taken by the United States courts is that tho bonds bind tho county for tho payment of their face value, nud that huving passed into the hands of "innocent third parties" they must be paid, no matter whether the work for which they were issued has been done or not. The people of the counties claim that the issuance of the bonds was obtain ed by fraud and falso representations, and that their payment cannot equitably he de manded. The sentiment against paying them is very general, and the judges were elected on that issue. There is a pitiful story connected with case of Judge Copenhaver. During his first imprisonment his daughter was taken ill and then became insane and was sent to an asylum. Upon his release from jail he took her home, and under his care she regained her reason, but lost it again soo nfter his commitment last winter. He was released from jail on parole in February to convene court and commit her once more to the asylum. lie then returned to jail, and in Mnrch received the sorrowful tid ings of his daughter's death while insane. Shortly after that the judges were re leased under the poor debtor's act, the sen tence having included a fine. As soon as the now bench was organized the manda mus directing the tax levy was served upon the judges, who refused to obey it and were again placed In jail. A BRAVE YANKEE GIRL. Sho Drives a Stage, and No Footpad Coll Uold Her Up. Ellen Stewart of Yarrow valley, Conn., has been a stage driver for three years or more, and her route is over 20 miles of very rough and lonesome country. She has had adventures, of course, since sho has been at the work, and more or less serious ao cidents from washed out roads and snow drifts, but sho has kept right on, driving every day in the yeur but Sundays, nnd the business in the route has increased con siderably since she has had charge of it. She oame very nenr being frozen to death one night last winter, when she was stalled in a snow drift and found it impossible to dig her way out, but some farmers rescued her, and in a few days she was on tho box again. ELLEN STEWART. Miss Stewart has also had some trouble ! from tramps. One night in the spring one of them attempted to ''hold up" the stage. . It was a bright moonlight night, and Ellen j was late. In a lonely part of the road I where heavy forests flanked it on either side a man suddenly stepped from behind a tree, and catching the horses by the bits I stopped them. j "Throw out that mail bag!" commanded j the fellow gruffly. i Miss Stewart always carries a revolver in i a convenient pocket, and in the wink of a • cat's eye she had the muzzle of it squarely on the tramp's head. "Get up on that rear horse!" Was the re ply that the highwayman got to his order. The man didn't move. "Get up there, or I'll shoot you," coolly said the girl. The tramp came to the conclusion that he had better obey orders and scrambled on to the back of the horse. "Now, sit still till we get to the postoflice, ! or you'll be sorry," said the girl, who kept the man under cover of the revolver. In I three-quarters of an hour Miss Stewart drove up to the postoflice with her prisoner and called for some one to come out and i take the fellow in clmrge. There was a crowd of husky young farmers in the oflico, i and in 10 minutes the would be highway- i man was beyond the possibility of escape. I He was tried for attempting to rob the mail and is now within the walls of the penitentiary. For this piece of work Miss Stewart received a purse of *IOO contributed by the farmers along the route. ' EVE'S TEMPTATION. She put her hand into the breast pocket and drew out a little package wrapped in paper and tied with blue ribbon. "I do wonder what it is?" said she, and then hemmed the patch down. "There wasn't much to mend, after all. I thought the tear much longer. He caught it on a nail in the office. Now, I do wonder what is in that package?" Eve put the coat over a chair and took up the parcel. "Tom won't mind," she said. "I will Just take a peep. I'm sure it's for me." Then she undid the ribbon, unfolded the paper and saw letters. "Dear Tom! He keeps my letters next his heart, and he has never told me." But the writing was not hers. She saw that at a glance. "His mother's letters," she said, "ne loved his mother so." Then she begun to tremble a little, for the letters did not begin with "My dear son," nor with anything like it. She cast her eyes over them. They were love letters. "Tom had loved some other woman be fore he met me," she said, beginning to cry. "Oh, what shall I do?" Then she cried out, "Oh, foolish creature that I ami Of course she died, and he only loves me now. It was all over before wo met, and I must not mind." But here she paused, gave a scream and then threw the letter from her as though a serpent had bitten her. It was dated in tho previous week. It was not four days old. "Oh! oh I ohl" shrieked Eve. "Oh, what shall I do? Oh, where shall I go?" At every cry a thought pierced her breast like a stab. "Tom, my Toml What shall I do? Tom! Tom! He to be false—Tom! Oh, I have gone madl Nol There they arel They are really there—those lettersl Why do I not die? Do people live through such things as these?" Then she knelt down on the floor and gathered up tho letters and steadily read them through. There were 10 of them. Such love lettersl No other interpretation could be put upon them. They were absurd love letters, such as are always produced in a court in case of a breach of promise. And they called him "Popsy Wopsy," "Darling Purling," "Eovey Dovey," "Own Sweet ness" and "Angel of My Soul," and they were all signed "Your Own Nellie." "It is all true," said poor Eve, wringing her hands, "and it is worse than anything that I have ever heard of. I trusted him so: I believed in him so. My Tom—mine." Then she wiped her eyes, gathered up the letters, wrapped tho silver paper about them, tied the blue ribbon and put them back in tho awful breast pocket of that dreadful overcoat and hung it up in the hall again. "Tom shall never know," she said. "I'll not reproach htra. I will never seo him again. When ho comes home, I shall be dead. I will not live to bear this." She sat down to think over the best means of suicide. She could hang herself to the chandelier With a window blind cord, but then she would be black in the face and hideous. She would drown her self, but then her body would go floating down the river into the sea, and drowned people looked even worse than strangled ones. She was too much afraid of firearms to shoot herself, even in this strait. She would take poison. Yes, that would be best, and though she should never see Tom again he would see her, and remorse would sting him. J So having put on a hat and thick veil Evo betook herself around the corner to [ tho nearest drug store. The druggist was an old German; a benevolent looking one, with red cheeks and a smillug mouth, and when sho asked him for poison for rats he said "Sol" nnd beamed mildly upon her. "I want it very strong," said Eve. "Sol" said the druggist. "But not to give more pain than is neces sary, nor turn tho face black," said Eve. With a grave face he compounded tho powder and handed it across the counter. Evo took it, gave him the few cents lie asked and wnlked oft. Once nt home she went straight to her room and undressed herself and retired to bed, taking tho pow der with her. Once or twico she tasted it with the tip of her tongue, hoping that it was not very disagreeable. Then, finding it sweet she bravely swallowed it. 'lt is over," she said. "Oh, Heaven for give me and forgive Toml" And then she laid herself down upon her pillow. Just as she did so the familiar sound of a latchkey in the door below startled her. Tom never came home at noon, but there he was now. No one else but Tom would walk in in that cool way, and he was call ing her. "Eve—Eve—Eve—where nro yon?" Never before had she refused to answer that voice. Why had he come to torture her dying moments? Harkl Now ho was bounding up stairs. He was in the room, "What is the. matter? Are you ill, Eve?" "No," she said faintly, "only tired." "Ahl You look tired, little one," said ha "I came home to get the overcoat. I supposo you have found out by this time that tho coat In tho hall is not mine. I wore Johnson's home from theoflico last night by mistake. He's anxious about it. Ho asked me if there was any ono in the house who would be likely to meddlo with papers in his pockets. I said that I thought not. I hadn't a jealous wifel What's the matter, Eve?" "Oh, Toml" sho cried hysterically. "Oh, say it again! It was not your coat? Oh, Tom, kiss me!" "Why, what's tho matter?" cried out Tom. "You must be ill!" Then Eve remembered all. "I am n wicked woman, Tom! There were letters in the pockets—love letters I rend them. 1 thought you were false to me. I I took poison, Tom. I'm going to die—nnd 1 long to livo so. Oh, Tom, Tom, save me!" "Yes—yes!" he cried. "Oh, good heavenl What poison?" "Hoffman will know. I bought it from him. Perhaps he can save me," cried Eve. Away went Tom, white as death, to the iruggist around tho corner. Ho burst into tho store like a whirlwind. "The lady!" lie gasped—"the Indy who bought poison here an hour ngo. She took it by mistake! Can you save her? Is there nil antidote? She Is dying!" j "No, no!" said tho old German. "Be , calm! Be at rest! No, noi She cannot | die of datl When a lady asks nie for a poi | son that will not turn a rat black in tho face, I say to myself, 'So!' I shmells some sing, and I give her in do paper a little su gar and somcsings. She could take a pound. Go home and tell her so. I never sells poison to women dat cry and do not I wish de rat to become black in de face! So be calm I"—Hearthstone. The Mexican government virtually con trols elections in that country. A man awoke one morning to find on his -lesk an officinl notice of bis election to office, that being his first intimation that his name was mentioned as a candidate. 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