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OR BLINDFOLD ON THE BRINK 0F PRECIPICES CHAPTER XIII. In another minute Mr. Montgomeryi was descending the dingy staircus-a‘ "Just the same as of old," he mut» terod; "hand as nailsâ€"not to be. moved. lieuced awkward their I sticking to that hit of paper â€" not tlmt it is ever likely to be found l out. They did not half believe ‘ in it. But, cunning as they are, they1 are (loneâ€"they did not. suspeL't me. , How familiar this old ramshackle, place looks to me. although 'tis_ many a year since I saw it last. Its , moldy walls suggest no \‘cl'y Hgl‘t'll" able retrospect.” While he was thus muttering thoughts, he left the building passed out of the court into the open l his 1 and 1 thoroughfare. Then he opened thel, paper that the lawyer had given ‘ him, and read the address. The. words were: "Madame Borne, Ivyi Cottage, Ivy Road, Higlibury." Had that paper informed him that the was to die within the hour, its ’ perusal could not have cast upon his face a more marked expression of dismay. For a moment he stood rooted to the spot: and when jos'tled by a. rough passer-by. went back inâ€"i‘ to the court to stare at the writing, and recover from the shock. "Great heavens!" he ejaCulated. "Is it possible? What can this mean? Who is this Silas Carston, tlhen‘? Can this woman be â€"â€"â€"she must. The name is uncommon: and the same lawyers, too. But why has she left the Willows? I must fathom this mystery.” I He stood musing silently for some: moments, and gradually an OXDI‘ES-l‘ $1011 of dark determination settled down upon his face. "I‘ll do it,” he muttered. “I’ll face her once mane, although I would i as soon face a tigress in her den.” He buttoned his coat across his breast with a jerk, drew on his gloves and walked rapidly in the di-‘ rection of Holborn, with the air of a man thoroughly resolved. He was, however, \ery nervous. He stepped into a. public house, and drank a. glass of brandy. Then he hailed a ig‘hbury omnibus, mounted to a: box-seat. and lighting his pipe, smoked and meditated until he arâ€" rived at the Cock Tavern. There be strengthened his nerves with anothv or glass of brandy and inquired for, Ivy Road. It was about twenty minutes’ walk from there, in the diâ€" rection of Highgate. Ivy Cottage was a small, gloomyi looking house, covered with th’el dark leaves of the plant from whichr it took its name; a shriveled holly i tree, and a. large, untrimmed lime threw a yet deeper shadow upon the. building. It was a remnant of byâ€" gone days, when Highbury was a country place, and it looked like a! meanly-dressed, oldâ€"fashioned woman, in a guy crowd, amidst the glaringl stucco and white paint of the newl villas that were dotted on each side» of it. Mr. Montgomery pulled up short as he saw “Ivy Cottage” inscribed upon the gateâ€"post of this shabby- looking dwelling. He felt more nervous than ever. He drew out his handkerchief, took off his hat and wiped his face, fidgeted with his coat. and finally glanced about fort a public house, whcrcat to procure another strengthener. Strange to say there was not one in Sight. Even a glass of water would have been a‘ boon to him at that moment, {or his mouth was parched with excite- ment. At last he made the plunge. opened , the garden gate, walked up the pathl and rang the liollSPLOll. ‘ His summons was answered by a. solemnâ€"looking servant. Madaine Berne was at, home, but she coal-:1 not see strangers. Would be send in his business? He desired to say that he came, from Messrs. Fogle & Quick, of Gray’s ‘ Inn, and that his business related to a certain advertisement which had} appeared in the morning papers. The‘ woman shut the door in his face, and Paralysis " Lcomt ,and mostly Ifi'ont threw in a black shadow [- left him blulllllllg‘ uprn the steps while she delivered his message. Any person who slootl beside him might have heard the thumping of his heart. against his side. Again he took out, his handkerchief and wiped away the perspiration that stood in large beads upon his face; yet the morning was raw and cold. After the lapse of about a minute the door reOpened, and he was mar- shuch by the solemn servant into the front, parlor. there to await madame lit-rne's appearancv. It was a gloomy room: the walls were covâ€" ered with a dingy, dork paper; the furniture was oldâ€"fashioned in form, of oak. The trees in and obscured the daylight. Mr. Mont.â€" gomery seated himself with his back to the window, and in that position his features were indistinct to any person coming into the room. Five minutes passed, and then the. handle of the door was turned. and there appeared upon the threshold an elderly woman: tall. bigâ€"boned; thin, white lips; a nose like a, parâ€" rot’s beak; light; gray eyes. as cold as stone. She wore a front of dark brown hair, dressed in small flat curls. and bound round the forehead by a. band of narrow black velvet. She was (il‘t‘SS‘CCl in black silk, and wore a kcrchiel‘ of white muslin Crossed upon her bosom. Mr. Montgomery rose and bowed, ‘still carefully keeping his face from the light. “You have brought me intelligence of the boy, Silas Carston?" she. said, in a hard, Cold voice, and standing only just within the doorway. He tried to speak, but. his mouth ‘was too parched. and his voice fail- ed him, so he politely moved a chair a little toward her; but she still reâ€" mained standing on the same spot, not recognizing his civility. “My time is precious,” she said. yet more coldly. "Will you please to state your business?” "Stony as ever," he, said within himself; “impervious to politeness or blairdisvhments. The fight must come; the sooner the better.” "I aln Silas Carston's representa- tive,” he said, in a voice that would . shake in spite of him. "I called upâ€" on Messrs. Fogle & Quick in matter of this advertisement” â€"proâ€" ducing t'he newspaperâ€"“they referred me to you, madame. I now wait your communication.” At the first sound of his voice the.- iron features relaxed into an exâ€" pression of doubt, gradually Chang“ ing into one of astonishment. as she fixed her eyes upon the speaker. "Edward Morant,” she said, "what have you to do with Silas Carsiton. and how dare you set foot within my house?” Hardly as she tried to speak in a tone of calm sterness, there was an DR. A. W. 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I "I have told you, to inquire, on the I both had ample occaâ€"g l-elzaif of Silas ('n-s «~21, 1h.- meanâ€" in}: of this al(i\'t’l'll‘\“l.\lll " "What is Silas Harmon to you, that you sim'xltl conn- Lore upon r‘ll'll an v-rrauul‘,’ l r ~fu-1: to maki- any t'onillllllzlt‘uliun to you. l.cl him ('ulllt‘ himself if llt‘ \vzsinrs to lxllO‘V anything, This is my lltlll‘K‘, illl‘l i will not endure j‘t i'r l‘l't‘Vc‘llCt‘ in it.” “Suppose l insirt upon remaining,r until you unswvr my questiorsviw “i shall have you expellml by n constable. and sworn o\or to keep the lli‘iii't‘ lowul'tl min" "It would scarcely be creditable to my fntlu-r. outcast as 1 am, to have his name branded in a lolice court. even in M't'lll't‘ your softly." He spoke in u voire of cold irony. ull‘ll tin: blood was singing: in his ears. and van-thing in bis \‘oiuS with passion. "What have the dead to do with the petty vanities of earthly name mi'l fume?" she stcrnly. "The dead!” he whispered; the ‘hot blood changed to a stream of ice, and rus-inul back upon his heart, and be stored at her, pale and aghast. "The dead!” she reiterated, in the same tone. She looked steadily in his face. as though doubting: the. truth of his asionishmcnl. it. was a :m’ot’l , too terribly real to be doubted even \VOlmd. they ban-fled me over Ilut it. could not excite one , and soul stony heart, for homclcss and by her. touCh of pity in her i . . . . jshe added. 11) a voice of bitter irony, the midst of his congregation and drive out of the town. llis (laughâ€" ll'l' \\'2lS tillt't‘ for two years clairvoy- ant in a traveling: mesmcrism Show, and at the end of that. time, when H'ul‘t'cly liftown. ran off with a gentle- man: while to lwr father's name still cling; stories of the vile immorality. “hat (lo you think now of t' c guardâ€" ian of your precious charge?" "1 ('uvc this bousv. and never dark- en it with your acrnrred presence again." “Although you shall never see me {\inll, )(Mi rllall feel me." he went. ‘on. with monlcntnl'ily ln(‘l'(‘:iSllll.,“ passion. “Listrn, woman, to the ‘lart words you may e\er hear me speak! I have ncwr injured, nor sought to injure you. From the moment won first saw me, you hated me because I wonld not rant and whine; and l'ecause I [nosed a few boyish jests upon Calvin and his ‘tloctrincs, you vowed my destruction; you turned my father‘s heart, against me, and for a few youthful excesses ‘that time would have cured you had me expelled from my home, turned =a(l_rift upon the world, to beg, steal or murder. That act fell back upâ€" on yourSeIf in a. terrible retribution: but while its consequences glanced off your steel heart. and left no lasting body to Satan himself! When, starving, I have writ- ten to my father for money to buy l"A terrible commentary upon your ,bl‘t‘il‘d, the letters were returned ‘un- life. Edward Morant. has been dead ldll‘CC months. and you do not know it.” i But the irony aroused no passion in him now: he was too utterly prosâ€" ;traletl by the blow to heed her inâ€" 'sults. He had sunk into a, chair and lwas staring into vacancy, repeating lithc word _ “Dead!” over and over again. Suddenly he asked, in a low. anxious tone: . “Did he ask for me? Did he wish to >00 me before he died?" "He had broken with all earthly ties months before he died: his itlmughts and words were given to heaven alone.” Eagerly the man waited for the cruel answer, and when it came he covcrcd his face with his hands, and sobbed until the tears dropped be- tween his fingers unto the ground. Still cold and pitilers as an iron fstatuc, the woman looked down tr};â€" 'on him without a shadow of sym- pathy in her rigid face. .- After a minute's pause, she said, "It is 115eâ€" llcss to prolong this scene. You can now see that, all ties are broken beâ€" twuen us. I trust I shall never look upon your face again. As for Silas Carston, if he wishes to know any- ?thing. I repeat, 'he musrt come to me himself." “And who is this baseâ€"born scamp, in whom you seem to take so much interest. I take no interest in ‘him. I simply desire to do a duty which I have pledged myself to perâ€" form.” Spite of the calm, unmoved tone of her words. an unusual flush mounted to her face, as she rcbutted 'the opprohrious epithet. “Why, then, was he sent to such a place as Tabernacle House?” he ,demanded, with his old sneer; for jthe devil, subdued for a moment by 'the awful shock of his father‘s 'death, was again rising strong withâ€" lin him. “Kept in ignorance of his {parents â€" put to menial work? il‘shawl You can lie with all your cant, when it is to hide a, shame .thnt touches you!” “But one shame has ever touched me or mineâ€"â€"a black, indelible shame â€"-and that shame is yourself. boy's birth is as pure as yours!" She spoke almost fiercely, and her ,mouth (plivered. This show of emotion was not lost i pon her viritor. At last he *had found a weak point in that iron urinâ€" [or through which he could thrust a ‘iweapon to gull and wound her. “Do you know into what keeping 'you consigned this whelp of shameâ€" iI repeat it, of shame.) And I tell ‘you again, you lie when you deny it." 1 Again she winced at the word “shame,” and an awful light blamed ‘up in her eyes, though her face, save jan occasional quiver of the nostrils, was calm and strong as ever. There fwas something more terrible in that ldeadly rage than in the devilish, llicrce malignancy of her opponent. : “This man â€"- this lle\crcn(l :Pm'ter, as he calls himself," he went ion, "I remember as a, vile. drunken Evagabondâ€"a companion of mine. You ‘will see he is a. converted sinner. I tell you this man is the vilest of hypocrites; a trader upon Cant, 1 will expose in to-mo rro w ‘ whom The Dreadful Result of Neglected Nervous Dlsaasas » Dr. Chase's Nerve Food Prevents and Cures Paralysis by Restoring the Wasted and Depleted Nerve cells. To understand paralysis and causes it is well to remember every movement of the body of its members is due to the contraction of muscle, which can only take place under the influence of nerve force. As this albimportant nerve force is created in the nerve centres of the brain and spinal cord, and conducted along wirelike nerve fibres to the various parts of the body, any deâ€" rangement of the brain, spinal cord, or nerve fibres muy result in para- lysis or loss of the power of moveâ€" ment. . Paralysis, then, sult. of all neglected nervous cases. , If you find yourself nervous “table. overâ€"sensitive to is the natural re- dis- and irâ€" light, its sound. and motion, addicted to conâ€"iparent. that tinual movement or tapping of the fingers. twitching of the muscles, sudâ€" den starlings and jerkings of the limbs during sleep : if you have ner~ yous headaches or dyspepsia. are unable to sleep or rest. feel downâ€" heartrd and discouraged, and unfit to fight the battles of life : if your lacrves are weak and exhausted, and your blood thin and watery. you have every reason to fear paralysis of at least some part of the body, and consequent. suffering and help- lessness. Paralysis can always be preventcdl and partial paralysis actually cured' by the timely use of Dr. Chase’s Nerve Food. The lime to begin treatment is when any of the above mentioned symptoms become ap- These are indications of a degeneration of the nerve cells, and when nerve force becomes exhausted paralysis is bound to follow_ Dr. Chase’s Nerve ll‘ood acts on the system in an entirely different way to ordinary medicines. It is neither a stimulant to whip tired nerves to renewed activity, nor a narcotic. nor opiate, to deaden the nerves. On the contrary it is a food cure. which forms now. red corâ€" puscles in the blood, and creates new nerve cells. livery day it is bringâ€" in;r back health, strength. and vitality to scores and hundreds who l I have become discouraged through the failure of doctors and other treatments to cure them. 50 can“ in box, at all dealers, or Edmanson. Bates h (30., Toronto. That . Mr. , l‘llllllt is passed with me. Your father lOPCIled -â€" not by his hands, but by yours: and oven on his death-bed you imbittered his heart with enâ€" mity against his only child! For the sake of one dear memory I have borne all this. But, there is a limit to all human cnduranCe, and that It seems you have one being still in whom you take some interestâ€"that you have one vulnerable point, and through that I’ll strike you! There is no revenge, however lien-dish, that 1 will pause at. I will never cross your threshold again, but my shaâ€" dow shall be upon you to the last hour of your life!" As he spoke, he drew close to her, foaming with passion, and wildly gesticulating, as though he would strike her. But not one step did she move, but looked him full and fearlesst in the face, though her own grew a shade paler. The solemn servant, attracted by the noise, stood terrorâ€"stricken in the doorway. As he spoke the last words, he push- ed her aside, and rushed out of the, house, with Madame Berne‘s voice ringing in his ears, "Beware what you do, lest the vengeance fall upon your own headl" Left alone, her nerve gave Way, and she sank back trembling, almost fainting, upon the sofa. An hour afterward she was on her way to Gray’s Inn. When she arâ€" rived the ofiiCe was closed. Early on Monday morning she sought. it again. But the time lost was, un- fortunately, fatal. (To Be Continued). ......c¢r._._ WAKE UP, BABY ! A New Game for Mothers. Baby’s awakening ought to be looked forward to as a pleasure, not dreaded as a scourge. He should awaken bright, merry, and full of fun, refreshed by sleep, ready for a good time. How many mothers dread his awakening howls, knowing that he will keep everyone miserable until he goes to sleep again or gets his food. These crying fits are the terror of every inexperienced mother. Mrs. Gabriel Barnes, Six Mile Lake. Ont, is a mother who has learned how this trouble can be best met, and writes us as follows "My baby suffered much from indigestion, and was cross and restless. I gave him several medicines, but they did not help him. I then got, a box of BahY'S Own Tablets and they helped him almost at once, and have done him so much good that, I Would not now be without them. 1 can recommend Baby's ()wn Tablets to all mothers as the best medicine I have ever used for children.” These Tablets are guaranteed to contain no opiate or harmful drug and can be given with absolute safety to the youngâ€" rst, weakest. infant. Sold by all druggists or sent by mail, post paid. at. :25 cents a box, by writing direct to the Dr, Williams‘ Medicine Co, lirockville, line, or Schenectady, N.\'. _. ._¢__._.. HER ONLY CHANCE. Recently a lady was much annoyed with the servant, who made fre- quent visits to the sittingâ€"room when her mistress was entertaining visitâ€" ors. Molly on the most trivial exâ€" .cuscs would pop her head into the .room, varied occasionally by boldly advancing right. in. Mistress â€"~ “There is one thing, Molly, I would like to speak to you about. You must learn to keep Out of the sittingâ€"room when I have visâ€" itors, unless 1 ring the bell for you." Mollyâ€"“Ye towld me Oi was to thry and larn manners. IIow kin ()i be afther doin’ thct if Oi don't . ,, . watch the quality as Calle \Vilsonâ€"“Philson is a man who keeps his word, whatever e151: may be said of him." Bilsonâ€""llo you find him so?" “'ilsonT'Yes. He borrowed five dollars from me a year ago. and he said he'd never forget my kindness.” Bilsonâ€"“And he hasn’t?" Wilsonâ€""No. Every timel he wants to borrow money he comes to me " THE POLITE NEW YORKER. “in Action Proved Thnt Gnlluntry ll Not (I Lost Art. “Don‘t tell me any more that New Yorkers are not polite," chirrupad the young man who "takes a powerful sight of notice“ to the old man who reads as he rides as the pair left an elevated traln. “Saw something a lit- tle while ago that convinces me there are others besides blanket Indians on the Manhattan reservation." “What was it?” queried the man who reads and sees nothing unless per- chance it be a vacant seat spotted afar on“ over the top of his newspaper. “You didn't notice it? Of course you didn‘t. You were too busy forgetting the fact that there were women in the aisle of the car. It happened between Ninetyâ€"third and Eightyhrst streets, and it almost made me feel that the days of chivalry had returned. An old woman was holding on a strap and standing in front of a dapper chap with a blase face. "Step up further in the center of the car!’ shouted the guard, and the old lady was about to obey when the da‘p- per head opened and its owner gallant- ly said: “ ‘Don't move, madam. I get of! at Fifty-third street and Eighth avenue, and if you'll Walt you can have my seat} “Such gallantry on an elevated train in New York almost brought moisture to my eyes, and if I bad bad a baseball hat I am quite sure that I could not have restrained myself from brluglng moisture to that part of the blnse face which on the gridiron is usually pro- tected by a rubber guard." Shout Break: a (Hall. Every' one knows that windows will rattle when a loud noise is made in a room, but very few persons know that a glass can be broken by shouting into it. Any ordlnary glass which has a clear tone will do for this trick. and the ex- act nature of its tone can readily be ascertained by passing a moistened finger around its rlm. Thls point be- lng settled, the performer should hold the glass in front of' his mouth and shout into it in a tone about an octave higher than that of the glass. The re- sult will be that the glass will break immediately, and for the reason that it will not have strength enough to re- sist the force exerted against it by the waves of air. The thinner the glass Is the more easily it will be broken. The Heat of Lava. The lava streams from the eruption of Vesuvius in 1858 were so hot twelve years later that steam issued from their cracks and crevices. Those that flowed from Etna in 1787 were found to be steaming not just below the crust as late as 18-10. The volcano Jorullo, in Mexico, poured forth in 17:39 lava that eightyâ€"seven years later gave off columns of steaming vapor. In 1780 it was found that a stick thrust into the crevices instantly ignited. although no discomfort was experienced in walking on the hardened crust. _‘_ __ Alsatian Egg Women. A favorite trick of Alsatian market- women is to place six or eight adoles' cent eggs in a small basket and to de~ Clare that those are all the absolutely fresh ones they have. The victim buys them, thinking that if the woman were dishonest she would have oll'crcd were “fresh eggs.” Afterward the market woman takes six or more out or a lar- ger basket which is carefully covered over. Two Double Roles. Joeyâ€"Uncle Joe, what is an optimist and a pessimist? Uncle Joeâ€"An optimist. Joey. is a man who can act happy when he feels miserable, and a pessimist is a man who can act miserable when he feel: happy. Thorough Work. Mrs. Youngwifeâ€"A friend has sent me a basket of quinces, and 1 don't know how to use them. Mrs. Oldwifeâ€"Notbing simpler. Pare and core them. make preserves of the best pieces. marmalade of the oth- ers. and jelly of the cores and peellugs. Mrs. Youngwife-â€" Well, I declare! And what shall i make of the basket they came in? is ~_,_,â€" Not In His Llne. “What is his status in this commu- nity, if I may ask?" “He ain‘t got none that I ever beerd on. He run a grocery for awhile down to the Corners, but if he ever had any status there ’twa'n‘t kep’ out in sight where anybody could see it." The Rejected One. “Let me see,” remarks the Ignorant personage. “Rime means frost, doesn't it?" “Mine usually does." replied the un- successful poct absentmindedly. Assurance Purl. Sltpbenâ€"Dr. Skillings gets 5;- (or ev- , ery consultation. That’s what comes tc 1. a man who thoroughly learns his pro fessien. Widerâ€"And Dr. Kwacker gets $10. ; That's what comes of cultiyutiug a sun " lime cheek. l