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When Alice heard Lord Saxon's words â€"and they sounded with terrible dis- tinctness in the quiet roomâ€"she started with a faint cry. and then fell back white and helpless. After a. few memeuts she stood up, having recovered her compos- are. “You cannot mean that, Nello 1” she cried. “You cannot leave me ; we can- not. pert! I am your promised wife. Look at. me,” she continuad. in frenzied despairâ€"“Inn”. into the face that you have found as fair, and tell me that your love is still. L'. ine! You must not leave me to desolaiihn and death I Look at me whom you: lave professed to love, and whisper your forgiven ss. Nelle, Would you plunge a. dagger lute my heart '1" “Need you ask, Alice ’4” he answered. “Well, you will kill me far more cruel- ly ii you leave me bereft. of your love," she said. "Oh, Nelle, Nello, if you must send me from you, klll me here and now l I would rather die by your hand then receive life from another.” “Do not think me harshâ€"do not think that I judge you from a. pinnacle of self- complacent goodness. I humble myself before Heaven for my many faults and sins while I speak to you. There are transgressions much greater than yours in the eyes of the world which I could more easily have forgiven ; but a lie has always been to me the thing most hateful on earth. Had you told me all," he went. on, “when I first declared my love for youâ€"had you trusted to my affection, and shown me that, after all, a love of truth reigned in your soul, I would have made you my wife. But the lie you have acted and lived has been found out by an- other. 11 never before appreciated,” he added, “the moral beauty of a woman. Besuty pales before the grandeur of no- bility of soul, even as the twinkling stars are outshone by the sun of noon- day.” Vâ€"Xiifilfile dignity, such as I had not seen before, came torhin} now. _ “My dear," he said, in gentle yet firm tones, “you must see that it is impos- sible I can ever marry you. Your beauty took me by storm, and Igsve you as deep and passionate love as man ever gave to woman. It came to me like a. vision of perfect bliss; it died when I found that you had been to me a living lie. I would have married you had you been poor as the beggargirl whom King Cophetua loved; I would have married you had. your beauty been marred by burn or scar. But you have on your soul a stain so horrible to me that your beauty could never hide it from my eyes." i could listen to no more, but. stood up to defend the beautiful yet unhappy woman who was writhing beneath the words of contempt than he poured forth. 'With a cry to Heavm for pity, she again sank upon the couch, whilst Lord Saxgn went anin a grnvg, sag] voicaf _ “Do m t be so terrikfly hard, so bitterly cruel, Lord Saxon !" I cried. “You may need mercy yourself, some any, If she has sinned, she gufl‘eu.” “And I suffer," he returned. “Mylife is as hopelessly shattered as is hers. I have loved. not a real, but an ideal woman whose soul, I believed, was clear as crys- tal. The ideal has vanished ; and the reality that remains is but the dross of common humanity. Oh, Alice, why, when you knew that I loved youâ€"wh did you not tell me yourself of the deceit you were practislng’l Your honesty in telling me would have gm 3 far towards atoning for your crime. As it is, you have been simply found out.” “Forgive me,'Nello," aha pleadedâ€"and her vvice might have touched a heart of shoneâ€"“forgive me 1 I did wrong, and I have sufiered throughout the whole per- iod of my deception. Oh, Nelle. forgive me, and take me to your heart 1 1 will be such a faithful wife to youâ€"all the more faithful and truthful because I have de- ceived you. Nelle, never again in this world shall my lips open to utter one false wordâ€"never again I" She rose from the couch and approach- ed Lord Saxon. The pallor of death was on her face. As ahe flung herself upon her knees at his feel: she looked at him with a pathetic yearning I shall never forget to the daxpf my death. “My dear,” he said, “you only torture yourself and me. The soul has gone from my love; there is but; the corpse of it lefnsno'ohing can reanimate it. I must be able to look up to the woman I take for a wife, to honor and reverence her. How could I reverence you when I know you to have committed a. fraud? I will befriend you, I will take care of you ; but mylgve in dead." "Felicia," she cried, “plead for me I If he leaves me than I shall die I” The tears were raining down her face, and her anguish was pltlable to see. “Plead for me, Felicia. ; he will liabex} to you.” _ “Be kinder to her, Lord Saxon,” I said. “Do you not see that you are breaking her heart? And, with all her faults, you ought to remember that she has loved you devqtpdly. ” “She has sad look on different, fc ness again.’ She'l )se and put both her arms round his neck, and whispered words of love to Elle kissed him and caressed his face “Rh her little white trembling buds, "My own love. my dear love.” she "My own love, my dear love,” she Amman-ed. "you could not, you must not. leave me without your love." But he was deaf to her entresties, and. the caresses which but a. few hours before would have filled him with delight. now were repugnant to him. TllE STIDRY OF MY IAH’E. CHAPTER XIX. NELLO. indeed,” he answered, with a his face. “I wish it were all {1' I shall never know happi- “I repent,” she cried to him-â€"“oh, Nelle, I repent so bitterly! Heaven pities a repentant sinner. Cannot: you, beloved, forgive this my grgat} sin ?" “I do,” he replied. “It is not that. Refit now, and tomorrow we will settle your future and your mother’s." "Apart from you T‘ she said. “Yesâ€"apart from me, my dearâ€"quite apflfiy ‘7 I. m- 1 ,#,_L1_.._J “To-morrow. Nello ?” she questioned, looking at him with a strange smile. “You will aettlg my‘fufiure t'q-morl'gw 7" “Yeg, my den-Z” he maid. “Now rest.” “To-morrow," she repeated, with the same strange brooding smile on her face. “Kiss me once more, N elloâ€"~once more. Forget that my lips have lied to you, and remember only that I have loved you. You are quite sure that nothing can in- duce you to take me back to your heart againâ€"you are quite sure ’3" ‘ I am quite sure," he replied slowly. “Kiss me just once again then, and say good-bye. Oh. the happy hours that we have spent, the love that has been be- tween ns, Nello l Mine was a great fault, a wicked deed ; but you must always remember that my repentance was terrible. I see there is no mercy for me. You have none ; Heaven will have none. I have finished. But you will say good- bye, Nello, and you will always rememâ€" ber my terrible repentance.” Notwithstanding 9.11th shrinking from her, she went: up to him again. There was no supplication in her voice now ; a. quiet resignation hafi come over her.‘ “Good-bye, Nello 1” she said. “My dear lost love, goodâ€"bye I"â€"a.nd than, wringing her hands with a. gesture of ut- ter d_espa{1-, she went from the mom. “Her heart will break,” I said. “Oh, Nello, forgive her 1" “Do you not think that my heart is torn with grief and pain ’1" he asked. “Felicia. I loved her so well that I think I could have forgiven her anything ex- cept the base deceit that she has been Then Lord Saxon joined the Major. They Were together for half an hour; and, when they were leaving, the Major expressed to me his great sorrow at what had occurred. He added that, in the distressing circumstances, he would not remain in the house ; and, as Lord Saxon had asked him to sissy at Dunroon, he had decided to accept his hospitality. They arranged to return to Jesmond Dene on the following afternoon, and meanwhile they would telegraph to Mr. Benson to meet them without delay. Everything was to be done quietly, so as to giye Alice as little pain as possible. ~~â€" 7 7. . I never saw such yearmng love and tenderness as then came into Lord Sax- on‘a face. guilty of." Benson to m'eet them without delay. Everything was to be done quietly, so as to give Alice as little pain as possible. “No publicity ‘.” said the Major. “It is an unfortunate business altogether ; but we must screen her." Bcfofe retiring for the night, I went to Alice’s room and asked if she would like me to stay with her for an hour or two. The answer came in a strange smothered voiceâ€"“No;" she would rather be alone. When I had said good-night to them, I repaired at once to Aunt. Annette's room. I did not tell her anything of what had passed, as I feared it would greatly excite her and perhaps retard her already slow rec_ov9ry. Towards four in the morning she whom I had known as Gabrielle, Lady J esmond, entered my room. Her face was quite colourless, and her long golden treasea hung loosely over her shoulders; her eyes shone with alight that was almost. terrible in its brightnesn. She came towards me, holding a. letter in her hand. “I could not sleep," she said, “and I have written this. Felicia, you have been kind to me from the first ; will you render me a. great service 2’" “I will if 1 can,” I replied “You can If you will. I want you to go this morning, and with your own hands deliver this letter to Lord Saxon. Do not trust it to any servant or friend ; give it direct into his own hands." “He is coming here this afternoon," I told her, thinking she might then give the letter to him. “I want him to read it at once. He said he was coming to settle my future to-day ; but before he decides upon any- thing, I wish him to read this. Will you take it to him, Felicia, early this morn- ing 2 You can drive over to see Lady Ssxgn, and then place it in his hands.” “Dd you wish it: very much ?" I asked, for I did not care for the commission. “I do with my whole heart.” she said. “Take it, Felicia, and promise me that he shall have it before ten o'clock. ” I took the letter from her hands and promised to fulfil her wishes. She kissed me, but hu‘ face was deathly celd, and a strange wild gleam was in her eyes. She went to the window and drew aside the lacellangings. “The Euri'la rising,” «he said, “and the rivef‘ is rushing madly onwards to the The faint light of the dawn was on her face as she left my room. and those were the last words she ever uttered to me. I heard her close the door, and I hoped ferve‘qtjly that: she‘lznight rest pnd sleep. I did not like the 50mmission ; stifi, as the letter was evidently of great import- ance, and I had promised, I want. It was j ust ten o’clock when I reached Dun- roon and placed it in Lord Saxon’a hands. He was surprised to see me so early. and seemed in no mood to read the letter. He opened it at last. As he read his face grew ghastly white, and he staggered back, with his hand pressed to his brow. He stood for some few minutes stunned and bewildered, then thrust the letter inbo_my _ “Reid. Felicia,” he criedâ€"“read qutckly, quickly I” I hurriedly read the loving, despairing, CHAPTER XX, AND LAST. passionate words that were her death- knellâ€"wmds all blotted with tearsâ€" words written in the early daWn of the day of which she was not to see the end. This was theletterâ€" V “ You say, Nello, that you are coming today to settle my future. Dear, I shall settle it myself. There is no mercy for me; there is none on earthâ€"there will be none perhaps in heaven; I expect none. And yet my fault was not so great, not so terrible. Such as it was, I will expiate it with my life; and the expiatlon is a. great- er sin than that for which you have left me. Now that I have known the warmth and sunshine of your love, I cannot live in the cold and darkness. Better :1 thou- sand times to be at rest, with the green grass growing over me, than to live on without happiness, without hope! ‘1» n v "-4...- _._rr, 7. “This will be my repentance, Nelle. I ‘ shall walk out in the early morning 0 the river when the sun is shining. You know the reach where two days sime you stood on the bank and drew the dripping water lilies ashore, and Iâ€"the‘ happiest woman in the worldâ€"stood by your side. It is there that I shall seek rest. This my re- pentance, Nelle. I shall walk down the path we have so often trodden together, knowing that it is for the hut time. As I take my last walk to the river, every thing will say good-bye to me. Yet I shall not falter. When the chill water kisses my face, when it seizes me and csrries me swiftly along, when it washes my hair and bears me. a deadly burden, on its breast, then mv repentance will have been accomplished ; and, when this letter reaches your hands, she whom you have loved and spurned will be past re~ preach, beyond recall. Of all that was but yesterday filled with light and glad- nee there will remain to-day nothing but a dark memery. Nelle my beloved, I write this on my bended knees, and on this sheet have fallen the most bitter tears woman can ever shed. I lay my last kiss on this paper, for I know that you must touch it. I shall die as I have lived, loving you. When I reach the river's brink, I shall love you; when the chill waterâ€"kinder than you, beloved â€"takes me into its embrace, I shall still love you. “Long as you live. Nello, my spirit will hover near you. During the sweet sum< mer nights, when the wind is sighine; in the trees, you will think of me. When you walk by the river and hear the faint sobbing of the water, you will give a thought to her who preferred todie rather than live without you. You will know that my soul was not all false, because it held in it so true a love for you. Through the sigh of the summer wind, through the wash of the waves on the shore, my voice will come to you, and you will remember that, though I sinned greatly, my repen- tance was terrible. Beloved, {areWell l" I laid down the pitiful letter blotted with tears, and for a minute we looked at each other in silent horror. Then Lord Saxon, rousing himsels from the stupor that had come over him, cried outAâ€" “For Heaven’s sake Icome quickly to the river, Felicia. 1” But the river was far away, and the hour long past for human power to save her frwm the doom that: she had sought. We drove rapidly from Dam-con to Jesmond Dene, accom- panied by Major Esmond, and Lord Saxon led the way to the reach. It was all too true. There, at the spot Indicated in her letter, she lay, her face upralaed to the morning sky and a smile on her lips, as though she had found the water kinder than her lover’s closed arms and death sweeter than life. Lady Saxon and her son, MajorEsmond and myself. held a council that same after- noon, and we decided that the last; act of kindness we could show to her memory would be to keep her story of duplicity and the cause of her death secret from the world. Her body was speedily recovered from its cruel restingvplace and conveyed to the Hall. There were terrible Jimmy and conster- nation throughout the district when it be- came known that the beautiful Lady Jes- mond had been found drowned. Of course it was an accident. Many people thought that she had been trying to reach the water-lilies. and so had fallen in. In the first wild months of her great anguish we were air-aid that Mrs. Fairfax would re- veal the secret which we all hoped would be buried with the remains “f the unfor- tunate girl. Fortunately she did not die- close the truth. We were compelled to tell Mr. Benson everything; and, to my astonishment, he did not seem greatly surprised. He suggested that Mrs. Falt- fax ahould continue to have charge of the child until he was a few years older. and that afterwards she would be provided for on the estate. Lady Jesmond's funeral will not soon be forgotten, It was attended by rich and poor, and there was no one who did not regret and grieve over the fair young life so abruptly and, as it seemed, so cruelly gut short. Lord Saxon was there as chief mourner. The vast assembledge of spectators, be- holdlng his white set face, little dreamed of the tragedy in which he had shared. “May {193.9611 pardon me if I was too hard on her 1" he said to me, as we stood together after the funeral. 73y the end of J any a calm that was al- most painnt had settled over Jesmond Dene. The grass had grown on Alice’s newly-made grave, and people wondered why it was always surrounded by beatiful flowers, yet never had a headstone. There wasa calm too at Dunroon; for its master had gone away, and his mother belleved that he would never return. He had snfl'ered terribly during the re- cent daysâ€"~ so much so that he was a change-d man. Heregretted having spoken so bitterly to the errlng woman, and that he had not been more patient. He felt that he ought to have known what she meant when she said so strangely, “To- morrow l” and be blamed himself for not at the time realising all that her words pox-tended and taking steps to frustrate her design. He did not forget her; and for years his life was embittered and dark- ened by‘ the tragedy in which he had play- ed so conspicuous a part. Meanwhile little Guy grew and prosper- ed. At. Mr. Benson‘s solicitation 1 reâ€" mained at J esmond hall to superintend the house and take charge of the child. My aunt Annette died without ever know- ing the whole truth ; and I took every care of the unfortunate woman on whose shoulders the responsibility for this sad tragedy rested. Six years afterward, when every one had ceased to expect him. Lord Saxon came home. It was in June, and the nightingales had begun to sing. He ask. ed me to walk with him to hear them ; and where we had lingered when he had first kissed me and lOVingly whispered my name, we now stood again. He told me how he was learning to love me when that fair but frail woman came between us and snatched his very soul away. He asked me to trust him with my love and to be his wife ; while the nightingale: sang as though they had always known how my story must end. I did not say “Yes” at once. It was not the passion- ate love of “long ago," but the more en- during love of maturer years. that I gave him. We were married ; and I am now Lady Saxon of Dunroon, and the Do- wager Lady Saxon was overjoyed at the realization of her long-deferred hopes. Sooth to say, I worship my husband, and we are very happy; but the words of that terrible letter haunt him. Nello is strong and brave; but there are times when I uan see that he is nexvoua, and ,those times are when the wind sighs amongst the trees and we can hear the soft low sobbing of the waves on the shore. But. im- all thatwe are happy; and I know now what the nightingale: sing about in June. Building 100 Freight Cars in 9 Hours. This altogether unparalelled feat was performed in the freight car shops of Pul- man's Palace Car Company, at Pullman, 111., some time ago. The cars were flat, and formed part ofan order for the Vicks- burg, Shreveport & Pacific Railway Company, which desired to have them delivered as soon as possible. The task was accomplished without any special preparation. The work was “laid out " as usual on Saturday, that is. five sets of wheels and axles were placed on each of the seven tracks used in the work, and the materials for each of the cars were placed along the track in the usual man- ner. When the whistle sounded at 7 A. M., the men sprang to their work. Of the twenty-nine gangs, twenty-eight con- sisted of four men each, but the best gang was one hand short, because of sickness. The three men preferred to do the work themselves rather than take on a fourth hand. The first complete car was com- pleted at 9:15 A. M., and the first lot of twelve completed was pulled out of the shop at 10:40 A. M. The hearty interest felt by all the men in this splendid contest was shown by the cheer which ran along the lines when the first finished lot began to move out of the shop. The writer reached the scene at about 4 P. M., and found the floors being laid on the last two or three of the 100 cars. It is within bounds to say that the whole number was finished by 5 P. 151., and by 6 P. M. twenty-four of them were lettered and ready to ship. The remain- ing. seventy-six were lettered and shipped during the next day. Disposing of Chinese Lepel's. Death From Lightning. At a resent congress of German medi- ‘ cal men, a. paper was read by Herr Hens- ner on the efi'ect of lightning-stroke on human beings, and the author showed that when the lightning discharge passed through the skln the passage was much easier, that is to say the internal organs are much more conductive than the epi- dermis. Thls fact was pretty well-known but it is not so well known that the brain and spinal cord are spparantly conductive and hence a. lightning stroke on the head does not materially affect the brain be- yond shattering the nerves, and causing temporary derangement. Most persons struck by lightning do not remember any- thing about the stroke, but others de- scribe a sensation such as would be caused by their being struck a heavy blow, and should have likened the shock to what they would be supposed to feel if torn into small pieces. The subject is an obscure one, but happily it is now begin ning to engage the attention of Physio- ‘ logists as well as physicists. (THE END.) Repose in (‘onvcrsatidfih ’ ' The quality to be cultivated, if you would have an agreeable msnnerinconver~ satiou, is repose. If you are restless and vehement you will be considered weir. So you must not fidget in your chain, _)1' run your fingers through your hair,‘ nor crack your finger joints, nor gesticlllate like a campaign orator. All of these things are in bad. form. and make people wish you had sent regrets. You must avoid interrupting other talkers, also, and learn to control your temper, and say as little as possible about yourself. No mat- ter how bored you may he, assume the virtue of being interested, and look pleas- ant at any sacrifice of sincerity and self- respect. Politeness exacts that you do unto others at such times as you expect them to do unto you when your turn comes. Your language should be simple and terse, but clear and comprehensive, and free from slang. Do not seek to shine as a. humorist unless you are very confident that the company is an easy one to amuse; but if another person makes - such a venture it is your duty to laugh, even if his jokes are so thin and fist that you long to strangle him. The ameni- ties of social conversation do not permit the introduction of political or religious topics, for the reason that they can rarely be discussed in a, calm and kind spirit.â€" [l‘he Mentor. Have You Thought About It? Why snfl'er a. single moment when you can get. immediate rellef fromlall inter- nal or external pains by the use of Pol- son's NERVILINE, the great pain cure. Nervillne has never been known to fail in a single case ; it cannot fail, for it is a. combination of the most; powerful pain anbduing remedles known. Try a. 10 cent. sample bottle of Nerviline. You will find Nerviline a sure cure for neural- gia, toothache, headache. Buy and try. Large bottles 25 cents, by all druggiebe. A famous cook says: “The secrets of good cooking are fire and flavoring." We never thought so much about the flavor- ing, but we always understood that you couldn‘t cook any thing except raw oysters without at least a little fire “No Physic. Sir, in Mine !" 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