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“ And that is, of course, myself?" Gerald gave a perceptible smrt. “ Ah, then it is not I.” “You are out of the range of my judg~ ‘ment, madame ; butI am sure you are every- thing that is noble and true,” said he, evas- ively. “ And now I have a. question to ask .bhat has been burning my tongue ever since I saw you, and I beg that you will be kind enough to answer me. Is the man on whose track we both are, the murderer of my fath» er, of Mr. Shaw, the man you hate and are hunting downâ€"M. de Breteuil?” “I have heard and seen such strange filings lately, madame, that I begin to think ‘thereis only one good person in all the .world.” He Eould learn nothing from her look, words, or manner. She repeated the name, and asked: " What a. strange fancy 1” She said these few words after a. short: pause, in a con- strained voice, without the spontaneity of carelessness or surprise, yet she was much interested. “ Is he an old man ?" “Very. And he is said to be very Wick- .ed. I suppose you don‘t think, madame, that thisâ€"this scapegmce relation he spoke about, who robbed him fourteen yeus ago, could be~could beâ€"” Madame de Lancry was moved at last ; he; heat} tlu‘ped slightly tOWard him. “And I learnt several curious things about this rich man. The daughter of Mr. Beresford’s game-keeper is installed there like a princess ; she herself speaks of him as being a. mystery to her, and says that he has grown nervous and irritable during the last few days, that she hates him, and will steal his papers and use them against him if he does not treat her better." “ Of course, madame.” “ You did not see Lord Kingsclifl'e again after the interview you described in your letter?” “No. madame. Did I tell you about Lord Kingsclifl'e’s curious resemblance to Mr. Bereaford '.’ ' “I wasâ€" at his house to-day, on my way hereâ€"” “ Mr. Beresford? 0. Gerald. isn’t that something like heresy ?“ The young fellow grew scarlet in the darkness. “ You have not seen ibbefore ‘3” he asked, curious and disappointed. “ No. The crest is quite unknown to find Wi.hout waitinguior an answer she dis~ appeared into her own room, from which she returned in a. very few seconds, with her arms thrust: hastily through the sleeves of along ruby plush nuutle trimmed with feathers, a smell bonnet (f the same colors on her head, and her gloves in her hands. She nodded farewell to her husband, who was still looking disconsolace, put her hand through Gerald's arm and left the room with him. As soon as they were sitting side by side in an open flacre her composure gave way. After directing the driver to drive to the Champs Elysees, she turned to Gerald, whispering, in a voice hoarse from excite- ment: He opened his pocket-book and gave her the envelope in which the treasure was con- tained. She made him take out one of the carriage-lamps to see it by. He watched her face ; but it did not light up as if she recog- nised either stone or crest. ” Then you don’t think it will be of any value '2 ’ this .“ What suggested Mr. Beresford’s great chem} to you?) A GREAT SECRET “She said all this to you toâ€"dayfithis evening ‘3” said Madame de Lancry, much excited. “Yes. And she speaks of him as if he was hard and cruel. I myself, as soon as I heard 1113 voiceâ€"” CHAPTER XXIII.â€"â€"(coxnxusn ) .“ I am afraid I am too tired no drive with you tonight, Gustawe,” said she to her husâ€" band, while the fierce excitement irom which she was aufl'ering began to tell at last in the restless glances of her eyes and in the ner- vous twitching of her hands. “ Do you mind going without. me for once '3” “ Well, really, Madeline, I don’t care to go without yau. I can give up my drive for one night. You know 1 am not: an invalid now,” said her husband with & transparently jealous look at Gerald. “ The stone 1 You have it with you ; let me see it.” “ You heard his voice !" echoed the lady, sharply. “ You did not see him?” “ No, madame," answered Gerald, in a very quiet voice, drawing his own conclu. sions from her excitement, “I did not see him. He left the house While I was there to dine at tile British Embassy.” “ Very wall ; it is ju-st as you please. You won't mind my going out for a, quarter of an hour, just to help this poor boy to find a lodging tor the night, will you ’1" His meek aelf-abnegaiion was not well received. Madame de Lmucry crossed the room rapidly to the door of her own apart- ment, resting her hand for a moment; on Gede’e shoulder as she passed him. She asked no more questiong, and for some time they drove on in silence. At last she took ouc her watch, saw that; it was half- past ten. and told the driver to go to éhe Rue du Faubourg Saint Honore. She stopped him at the British Embassy, and sent Gerald to aask the concierge whether Mr. Paget Lennox was there this evening, and it so whether he would kindly come out and speak to heAr. ‘3 Oh, this poor boyâ€"Mr. Staunton, Mr. Lennoxâ€"haa crossed from England to-day, andhe him- too tiredto talk to me. Now, In a. few minutes a. tall young altache, with a. long, aquiline nose, aretreating chin, a drooping, fair moustache, and vacant, ight eyes, came out and leant over the side of theflacre. with every appearance of being delighted by this unexpected call. He was in evening dress. over which he wore a light overcoat. " You have been dining here this even- ing 'I" asked the lady. “ I guessed that you would be. Jump in if you have nothing bctter to do, and tell me what everybody wore and what everybody said, to amuse; me. I have been bored to dent} all. day.” Mr. Lennox glanced at Gerald, tho modestly changed his seat to the uncomfort- able llucle shelf behind the driver. to make way fpr t_h§a new comer. 0f the greatest possible value, when we some one who can identify it. ” You know some one who can ‘3” I think so. You will trust me with 9" The él‘ést is quite unknown to 0R, Gerald bowed his head in silence, shocked and miserable. The image of his darling, his newly married wife, was forced from his mind once more by that of the treacher’ 0115 Smith and of his more mysterious accom- plice. But when Madame de Lancry left: him as the door of his lodging, and he lay dam: to restin hislittle room, the horrors of she even- ingseemed tofude away likea past nightmare and his last thought about Peggy was one, of perfect happiness and peace. “ She is safe, far away from all this," he said to himseif sleepily. “ Her father is her father after all, and she is too sweet and pure for even a devil like Smith to Wish to do her harm.” Madame de Laucry shuddered as she fold~ ed the letter carefully and retained it in her own hands. “ My boy, my boy, she said, turning to Gerald with real kindness and feeling in her beautiful eyes. “ Can’t; you see What weak weapons your own honor and honesty are against such cold-blooded and cunning wretches as these '2 It wants something stronger than righteousness to fight them. You must not take one step without eon- sulting me. Trust me, I will give you work enough_ before long." 3! CHAPTER XXVI. Gerald Staunton’s first thought, as he sprang the next morning into the sudden and complete wakefulness which follows a. night of long and sound sleep, was that he must go back av once to “ Les Bonleaux ” and Peggy. His experiences of the day be- fore had influenced his dreams, and they in turn influenced him now, with the vague but violent foregof prophecy. ” Give it to me,” said Madame de Lanai-y. He knew she was going to take unlawful advantage of this opportunity of reading a letter to some one else, but he had not the strength of mind to refuse. He gave it to her, and she read it twice, first to herself and then aloud. It was this : “ Gerald Staunton, who brings this letter to you, has the signetstone in his possession. I have tried to get it, and have failed. If you try, you won’t fail. Don't hurt the boy if you can help it. He‘s a. good little chapl’ His night fancies, strong upon him still, were of danger to his darling ; and all the time that be dressed hurriedly breakfasted at a cafe, add walked toward the Hotel du Louvre to say good-bye to Madame de Lam cry, he wondered how he could for one mo- ment have dared to leave his poor little bride in the neighborhood of her selfish father and hi} unprinoipled clerk. 7‘ Mr. Smith ask me to go there as soon as I arrived in Paris, about an order which M. de Breteuil had given.” “Mr. Smith sent you ?" “Yes, he gave me aletter of introduction.” " Which you presented ‘2” “ I had no opportunity. The girlâ€"â€"the girl I told you about, madame, natched it out of my hands and bare it before my eyes. See, I could not ofler it: again like that.” He took from his pockvet the note which Babette’a ruthless fingers had torn and crypngledt “If Mr. Beresford is still bent on her marrying Victor, they will worry her life out,” he thought. “ She will never dare to own that she is my wife, and if she did they would never rest till they had found some cru_el meags 9f punighing her." BE DONE, But from this point Gerald knew that her interest in the occurences of the evening was assumed, and when Mr. Lennox had been set down, at his réquest, just above the “ rand point,” the young Englishman had no furth- er questions to ask as to the reason of her interest in M. de Bretenil. “ What made you go to M. de Breteuil's this evening?" she asked suddenly as, by her directions, they drove toward the street where, six years ago, Gerald had found a. modest lodging while he was in Paris, hunt- ing for the murderer of his iapher. first, you had the interesting mfilionaire, M. de Breteuil, at dinner I know. What did he talk about '? ’ “ Madame de Lancry, you are a. fairy ; I always thought you were, but now I am sure. The most interesting thing that waa said at dinner this evening comes from the lips of the very person you mention first.” “ Well, well, and what was it ‘3" “ He electrified us all by declaring that he is tired of the Parisian's life, and that he intends to return before long, “ithout any warning, in his best ‘ Arabian Nights‘ ’ manner, toâ€"Canada, I think he said. That is his native place, isn‘t it 1’". “ I'm sure I don’t know ; but that is very interesting. He amid he should go without warning ?" “ Yes, madame.” “ Ah 1" She pulsed, and than sfid care- lessly, “ Now for the others. What new story did you hear 1’ What dresses did you see 5" He reached {zhe hotel and waited some minutes alone in the sitting-room where he had dined the evening before ; he was fran- tic with impatience by the time that Ma.- dzune de Lancry at last appeared, in a morn- ing-gown of peachtinted lace that; would have taken his breath away if he had been less anxious, restless, and blind to every- thing but the mennul image of Peggy. “ I have come to say good-bye, madame,” said he, rushing toward her as if his train wereAalreaAdy in sight. “I will come back. madame, and do whatever you wish. But I am still in Mr. Beresford‘s employment, and I am still bound to attend to his wishes," he said quietly, looking 9!: $139: carpet. A “ Good-bye l 0:110,” said she quite calm- ly detaining his handjln a. strong grip, which made Gerald involuntarily thankful that the girl he had married was not of the Amazon- ian build of the two ladies between whom he had been recently shuttlecocked. “Then it; is" by Mr. Beresford’a wishes that you are in such a hurry to return to ‘ Les Bouleaux ’? 01' by Miss Bereaford’s ‘2" Gerald did not answer. He thought the lady was presuming upon the rights her Gerald knew that this mijestic lady took a. real interest in him, knew that her coun- sel and support were likely to lead to re- sults quite as valuable for himself as for her. Yet he could not: help a feeling of irritation at her imperial manner of taking for grant; ed that What she had for him to do mist necessarily be of more importance than what; he had to do for himself. “ Did I not telf you last night that I shguld‘lgaye slome~ worAk‘for y‘ou yo fio_ ‘3" And so he fell asleep quite happily. confessed that his employer’s daughter was already his wife. As it was, the very vio- lence of Madame de Lancry’s prejudice re- assured him as to the idleness of her vague accusations, even while it excited his curi- osiry as to her reason for making them. That Peggy's ill-protected wandering life had been as innocent as that of the Cloister- ed nun of a. fanatic’s imagination, he would have staked his very life: then what wild fancy made this lady hate her, a. girl whom she had scarcely seen '3 “Indeed, Madame de Lanai-y. the facts that would detroy my love forâ€"for Peggy Beresfordd woul have to he verv appalling, indeed.” “ I “nought when I said those wordsâ€"I admit aha: I did say thrmâ€"that events wou}d )1_low e_ach otper a li§t1e_morg quick- Gerald echoed her last words in an awe- struck Whisper as they passed through the doorway, and madame asked the stout lady in a shepherd’s-plaid dress, with a. broad, turned~down white collar and large cerise bow, who sat in the bureau sud smlled at the strangers, whether she knew the present address of a. woman called Rosalre, who had been head chambermaid at the hotel eleven years ago. “ W'eli, you must not. You think this is a. caprice of mine. but in is not ; and when I dare to tell you my reason for speaking so strongly, you will agreq withAme.” “Well, madame. tell me your reason at once; that is only fair to me,” said the young man passionately. “ You told me, before I left Calais on your errand, that in less than a. fortnight (I mink those were your words) I ShOllld be Iree to marry Peggy." “ If you chose. I added that, did I not?" “ Yes. The fortnight is over and I have chosen.” .y than they have done. I thought that within two weeks from then you would have learnt certain facts of which you are still in ignorance, wnich would make you prefer to make the poorest creature that earns her living in the streets your wife rather than that girl.” “ That I can believe. But as your love, however deep it may be, must be destroyed, the sooner you learn those facts the bet- ter.” “ Very well. Wait for me one moment.” “ Cah you not tell me now, madame? I want to get to the station.” She almost stamped her foot. “ No, you must wait for me,” she said imperio‘uslyt _ But she did not put his patience to any severe test ; within five minutes she had left him and returned dressed in black and wearing a. ehor: black veil. This attires he had put on in accordance with the feminine superstition that to dress from head to foot in black is a. method of escaping, observation, and Gerald followed the tall column down stairs wondering where she was going to take him. They got into a. coupe, and, crossing the Seine, drove through an old and dirty quarter of Paris, quite unfamiliar to Gerald, and stopped at the door of a. dingy fourth-rate hotel. Here they got out, and Madame de Lincry looked, with much evident interest, up at the windows as they passed into the courtyard. - “ Your father was in this hotel? Gerald. the night beforehia death,” she a lid to the young man, leaning heavily upon his arm, much moved by the recollection of the events which the dreary old house recalled to her mini. kindness gave he]. She was not in the lead: discoucerted by his cold silence. how- ever ; throwing herself on to a sofa, she glanced at a chair that stood near, as an in» vitation for him to sit beside her. Very re- luctantly he did so. “ Miss Beresford has returned to ‘ Les Bouleaux’ then, I suppose. I heard that she left it suddenly, after your departure for England." “I believe she has returned, madame.” “i see. You met her in England ?" “ \be not, madame? A man may love whom he pleases; and if he is thrown into the society of a sweet and charming girl by parents Who look upon her only as merchan- dise, it is the parents’ fault and not either his or hers, if he learns to love her with all his soul, and tells her so andâ€"and sticks to it.” The last words was not poetical, and Gemld felt: this. But in a difficulty a lame end to a sentence is tether than none, and it sufficiently 1nCimated that he did not intend to be majestically badgered out of his at- tachment. Shé's'prang up fer the sofa. to Gerald's bewilderment, and began pacing about the room. If her voice, her face had not betrayed an unaccountable hatred of Peggy which re- pellgd his rconfidenze, _Gergld rwould have them now “Ah, in my father-in-law’s time I I re- member, madume. Yes, she has retired now, and lives at Pussy. I can give madame her address.” She Wrote it down, smiled as benignly at the well-dréssed strangers as if they had been valuable customers, and sent the seedy waiter to see them to their carriage. They drove almost in silence through the dull suburbs until they came to the cottageâ€"it was scarcely moreâ€"where the err-chamber- msid had retired on her savings. She must have been a. thrifty women,th9.t was clear ; for the little house and garden looked trim, prosperous, and not Without pretensions to more than the bare neces- saries of life in its jmrdinieres, striped blinds, and particularly elaborate scraper. A white-capped, nest maid opened the door and showed the strangers into a small salon, which proved the limitations of the ex-chambermsid's experience, as it was furnished with the second-hand smertness of a room in a cheap hotel, whilethe mantel- piece was piled high with plaster images of saints, and with ugly-painted china vases full of tawdry artifioisl flowers. Madame Rosalie did not Keep them long waiting.‘_\She was not much changed, Made- line thought, as the spare. bright-eyed woman came in, wearing a. cap and dark stufl" gown, as of old, but with the dignity of leisure in her manner. She shut the door and came slowly forward toward her visi~ tors, peering at them in the old keen mam- ner until, as the tall lady in black held out her hand, she fell beck a _s§ep with a cry : “ No, Resalie, you are making some strange mistake. I am Madame Louis, whom you helped and were kind to eleven years ago. Since then my husband has died and I have married again.” “ Mon, Dieu! C'est Maflnme de Bfete uil l" Gerald grew white and cold. Madame de L111ch glanced hastily at him, and gave a hag-£1, shgrt lgpgh. “ Certaigly, madame; I am ready to hear 11nd you mean to marry her “ Ah 1" may; woman shortly. glancing in her turn at crald. “And this is the new husband ‘2” “ No. no, this is an unlucky young fellow Whom I want you to help, in the goodness of [your he_a.rt, “Jon opcg helpegmefi She left the room ; interest in the old story she was about to rake up was now rising to aid the effect of cupidity, and she was growing almost as eager to tell as her visitors were to hear. For a few moments after she had gone, neither the lady nor her companion spoke to each other. Then Ger~ ald made a step forward from the fearful splodge of vermiliou and indigo hanging on the wall, and supposed to represent the sun setting behind mountains, upon which he had been gazing as intently as if it had been 13. Turner. “ Shall I wait for you in the coupe, ma. dame; you will be some time with this lady ‘3" he asked, looking at his feet and blushing scarlet. “Well, Madame Rosalie, we are waiting for that." “ Be patient. It is along time ago. I must think, and I must find my proofs of the truth of What I tell you. Every sorcer~ ess has her (Enchantments, you know, and I have mine. “ The story is not very long, madame, and it is for you to judge whether it is of any value. Seventeen years ago a. hand- some young Englishman came to Paris with his wife and a. little child. They stayed at a fashionable hotel and led a. gay life abread, though, from what the servants of the place could gather, they were not always too hap< py at tome. There were quarrels some- times hetween them, that was Well known ; and one day, when monsieur had to go to the opera by himself, madame stayed at home with what she called a headache ; but the servants, who were less refined, called it a. black eye. Every one took the part of madame ; she was so beautiful, had. such sweet manners, and was so good to the child, who was a little witch whom every- body worshipped. My brother Wss a waiter there at the time, which will explain a. great deal of what I know. But all this time the bill was never paid, and if it had not been for the smiles of the lady and her little one, who were two English angels, they would all have had notice to quit before long, for monsieur’s temper was detestable, and his family, of which he used to speak as if he had been a prince, never seem to send him any money. At last this fine young gentle- man began to feel the pinch of poverty more keenly. and the shayp eyes which Watched them detected that the lady no longer were any jewelery when she went out. Shortly after this was noticed there was a. great disâ€" turbance in the hotel because one of the gen- tlemen staying in it missed some gold and notes from his portmanteau ;a.waiterwessus- pected, but proved to beinnocent, and nothing was ever seen of the money. This commo- tion wasscarcely forgotten whenalady in the hotel had a pairofdiamondear-ringsandsome bracelets stolen from her dressing‘case. The Honorable Mrs. Corrieâ€"that was the young She spoke rapilly, being feally discon- certed by the abrupt diecovery tint Rosalie knew 9‘78}: mpge than she expected: 7 V "Ahlvou want to have your revenge now. You have waited a long time, but it comes at last.” said Rosalie. whose tongue had grown talkative now that her limb: could take more rest. ” You have let M. de Breteuilâ€"M. Louis grow rich again, build houses that are palaces, buy horses, have servants, slaves like an Eastern prince, and then you want to come and with yonr little secretâ€"” A little, shivering sigh from the lady caused him involuntarily to look hp, and he saw that her gray eyes were swimming in a mist of tears, which made her more modest, more womanly, more Worshipful in his eyes than she had ever been before. In one electric glance he saw into the woman’s pas sionate heart, knew What sort of terrible history she had passed through; while she read stingless sympathy of a. chivalrous na- ture in the lad’s eyes. " Ah !” said the woman lat-gain, dubiously. “ Monsieur does not: want his clothes sold, I suppose?!" “I should have thought madame would have been able to assist him better than I.” “ Back to a. certain point I can. Furthcr back than that you can, I think. Eleven years ago you said you held a remarkable secret concerning M. de Breteujl. » Bring it to market now, 3nd you will find you 'did not deceive your_self gbput its” valpe.” “No.” she said, very gently. “Stay here. She can tell nothing you Inky not know, nothing but what you had better know." And he stepped back quietly to his old position, under the gem of art already des- cribed, as Rosalie re-ent-ered. She had in her hand a. small box ornamented with shells, in the centre of the lid of which was a pin-cushion of blue sxlk of a. violet shade. She held the box in both hands while she talked. “ N2). He wants to learn all he can about the past life of M. de Breteuil. It is a mat- ter of life and death to him.” Apparently Ruselie’s philanthropv had grown rusty with years, for it was not un- til fly a slight but intentional movement of her left hand that Madame de Lencry al- lowed her purse to peep out from the lace that fell round the sleeve of her mantle that the woman’s eyes began to brighten and her face to show sarong interest. “ Ah, yes, yes, so I did,” said she thought- fully. “ You have grown rich again then, madame, since I knew you at the hotel, and since that day when I‘mpt youâ€"” “ Yes,” inicrrupted the-lady coldly, “I am rich now, and I can pay for your secret: well‘“ English lady's nameâ€"was ill in her room iii the time. \Vhen one of the chambermaids took up to her a. cup of coffee and a. hismil: for the child, she saw lying on the sofa, one of the bracelets which had just been missed. The girl was intelligent, and guessing the truth, said, “ Ah, madame, you have drop- ped one of yourbracelets." “ No,” said the lady, “it is one my husband has just given “ The chambermeid hurries off with the tray, informs the proprietor. A strict look- out is kept for the return of the Honorable Mr. Corrie. But he knows better; he does not return. Little by little the truth leaks out to the poor lady ; her husband has rob- bed theae strangers and deserted her. Poor thing ! she was heart-broken, they say; she Wrote to her friends in England, and an old gentleman, her step-father, I believe, came to fetch her and her child back, and part of the hotel-bill was paidâ€"offer a. dispute. But the proprietor was not hard upon them. He s_a.w thin; they were victims too. “I saw father'and mother and child once, when I went to the hotel to visit my brother; and I have never seen the ladies again. But when, six years lutPr, 1 saw the xicn and fashionable M de Breneuil driving in the Champs Elyseee, I recognized him der the beautiful moustache he had ggtfi; and when he appeared at that little ' where I first: had the honor of mating you, ma- dame.” with a. refipectfull inclination to Madeline, “I knew him at Once, and I took good care, though our visitors’ luggage was ueidom Worth mnsuckingâ€"to lock up the rooms.” The old Frenchwoman shrugged her shoulders. “ \Vhat good would it have done, madame? You learnt your lesson soon eqoggh, and I kept a. valuable secret that is - And, very [Kong-(3f her ingenuity, Rosa- lia flourished an old letter, the torn pieces of which were neatly jo ned together by thin strips of gummy paper cut 011‘ the edges of a sheet. of Postag‘ezsmmpg.H 'Ir'u 1) “And you never told me, burst out Madeline. “ And this 2’" asked Mndame de Lsmcry, touching the shell~box. “ Ah, this contains some fragmen_ts of leg- ters from the Honorable Mr. Came to 1118 Wife; they were found in the grate of the room she used, and it was I myself who pnsted them together." An excited Irishman lately rushed into a. Boston drug store, having a. “broken-up ” appearance generally. “Be jabbers l" he yelled, “I’m all wrong evtoirely. I want some st‘nufl' to straighten me 0115. Some of thim ‘ Purgatory Bullets ’ will fix me. I’m thinkin’. What d’ye tax for thim '2” “What do you mean 2" askei the clerk. “ ‘ Purga- tory Bullets,’sor, or somethin’ loike that, they call thim,” replied the mam. “ Shure, I’m in Purgatory already, with headache, and liver complaint, and bed stomach, and the devil knows what all.” The clerk pass- ed oub a. vial of Dr. Pierce‘s Pleasant Pur- gative Pellets, and Pat went ol'f contented. These little Pellets cure all derangements of liver, stomach and bowels. Sugar-coated, little larger than mustard seeds, and pleasant to take. Druggists. Madeline, with trerhbling hands, took one of the letters and begun to read it. She had only seen the first line : “My darling Wife," when she was startled by a. lmnrsegasp from Gerald, who had drawn near to listen to Rosalie’s story. She looked up, and saw that his eyes were fixed on something which had for a. moment escapsd her notice in the agi- tation the sight of the handwriting caused her. It was the crest at the head of the lettor : two herons, the one standing with wings outstretched over the prostrate body of the other ; and the motto : “ Vaincqueur et roy.” A Modern Tight Rope Per- formance. A mouse on a. telegraph wire, high above the street, was the novel sight witnessed in San Francisco recently. When he got 30 feet away from the telegraph pole the mouse grew very timid and scarcely advanced at all. At length he grew bolder, and finally made the perilous distance of over 3L0 feet to the next pole. A child explained the mystery of the mouse's queer journey by narrating how a black-and-tan dog had pur- sued it, making it take to the pole. When the mouse had completed his dangerous mid. air trip, he climbed down the pole and step- ped on the hand of a. locker-on, who carried him away in triumph. The mouse did not object to the proceeding at 8.11. His spirit seemed to be entirely broken by the terrors of his jaunt. While tea-drinking is being strongly con..- denmed in England and mo "lent:er so in this country, in is becoming almost the uni- versal beverage in France, and particularly in the winelgrowing district, For instance, it has been estimated that during the last 30 years the ccnsnmption of tea in France has increased from 168,000 to 300,000 kilo- grnmmes. Prof. Germain See recommends tea. as not only being the best digestive, but as being the surest means of sustaining in- tellectual energv.~â€"E1‘. “ What does that mean ?” asked Gerald honrsely. help wondering sometimes if there isn’t some mistake about it, when we see how stubbornly certain old fogies cling to their musty and antiquated ideas. It was believed once that consumption was incurable, and although in has been clearly demonstrated that; it isnot,thousands of old-time physicians clese their eyes and put; their hands to their ears and refuse to abandon the theory. But: for all that the world moves on, and Dr Pierce’s Golden Medical Discovery'contiuues to rescue sufi'erers from consumptives graves. Ibis a. sure cure for this dreaded disease, if taken in time. All acrofulous diseasesâ€"and consumption is included in the listâ€"yield no it. Does the Earth Really Move ? Mrs. Ckevelaud takes her pleasant wea fiber strolls in Washington accompanied by a big Sc. Bernard. Shall Women Be Allowed to_Votef? The question of female suffrage has agi- tated the tongues and pens of reformers for many years, and good arguments have been adduced for and against it. Many of the softer sex could vote intelligently, and many would vote as their husbands did, and give no thought to the merits of a. political issue. They would all vote for Dr. Pierce’s Favorite Prescription, for they know it is a boon to their sex. It is unequalled for the cure of leucorrhea, abnormal discharges, morning sickness, and the countless ills to which women are subject. It is the only remedy for Women’s peculiar weaknesses and ail- ments, sold by druggists, under a. positive guarantee from the manufacturers, that it will give satisfaction in every case, or mon- ey will be refunded. See guarantee on wrapper around bottle. The inkstand on the table of the late Ger- man Emperor was ashell, the paper weights were the hoofs of favorite chm‘gers, the pens splinters from Ublan lancea, a gold plate on each recording the heroic act in which the wood was employ ed. town is a fashionable color for evening as well as day wear. Whanevsr our Stomach or Bowel: g3. out o! 0!- der.oaualng illousneaa. DyaEepaia. or ludigeaflon, And their amenth evils, In a so once a doaa at Dr. Larson's Shoth Bitters. Beat {anally mediums, All szrim. 60 cents. John Bunyan, Daniel Defoe and Sir Isaac Watts all lie in Bunhill Fields cemetery, London. “The Cup That Cheers.” Purgatory Bullets.” guys that is does, but we cannot (To BE CONTINUED.)