Pittston Gazette

              KD 1*30 ♦ I.SO PER AMNI If (Ivance —TWO SOLDIERS. LCane was greatly rejoiced at tum. ne had been a trifle uneasy and despondent of late, yet scarcely knew why. Her letters were not all he had hoped they would be by this time, but then he did not know but that it was all natural and right; he had never had love letters befor—had never seen them—and his ideas of what a woman's letters to her betrothed should be were somewhat vague and undefined. Howe* sr, there was no one in the garrison to 'hom he specially cared to formally announce his engagement People had ceased of late making remarks or inquiries, as nothing had been successful in extracting information from him in the past Giving directions that his mail should be forwarded once a week, or twice a week if possible, to the railway station nearest the Chiricahua mountains, where he could get it by sending couriers once in a while, provided there was no danger in doing so, Lane marched away one evening on what proved to be an absence of an entire month. He never again 8cW Fort Graham until the end of September, and then only long enough to enable him to change from his scouting rig into traveling costume, to throw a few clothes into a trnnk and to drive to the railway station as fast as the ambulance could carry him in order to catch the first express train going east onyniGUa sheet that naa met him at the reservation, and yet its words were gnawing at his heartstrings now. and he could not crush them down: There were other matters wherein Mr. Noel himself was consulting Mrs. Riggs. He was now senior first lieutenant. Any accident of service might make him a captain, and then, if precedent were followed, "he might be ordered to join at once. Ordinarily, a3 she well knew, nothing would give him greater joy; but now—solely on Mabel's account—he hesitated. A friend at the war department had said that, if Col. Riggs would approve, a six months' leave to visit Europe, for the purpose of prosecuting his professional duties, might be obtained. Would she kindly, etc." By the first train on the following morning he left for New York, and was far on his way to the Queen City when sunset came. Arriving there, he went first to tho old hotel, and, after changing his dress and removing the stains of travel, for the first time since his memorable visit of October he mounted the broad stone steps and asked to see Mrs. Vincent She came down almost instantly, and Lane was shocked to see how she had failed since their last meeting. Years seemed to have been added to her age; her hair was gray; the lines in her gentle, patient face had deepened. She entered, holding forth both hands, but when she looked into his eyes her lips quivered and she burst into tears. Lane half led, half supported her to a chair, and, drawing one to herside, spoke soothingly fD her. For a few moments she could not speak, and when she did he checked hor. could have given warning:-"—but he stifled it, his lip3 compressing tight. "If you think he has gone because of my coming I will leave on the late train, as I purposed, and you can wire to me when he returns. Then keep niin shadowed until I got here." BILL NYE TALKS HOTEL. breakfast for one-and-six, and when 1 gave the waiter a sixpence for his attention he was so overcome that he almost begged me to walk on him and see how grateful his system would feel to my feet. Dogs are only admitted to the hotel on proper indorsement. A letter from the pastor is preferred. They cannot remain, however, after they have broken over any of the ndes of the house. WANTED TO MANAGE ONE. An Enterprising Speculator with Eye "Why was your engagement denied? Because she still cared for Will Rossiter and hoped he might come back to her after all. He tells us about the tavern Vainly Peeled for a Suicide. There was a passive, far away look in his watery eye as he gat on the pile of lumber and looked toward the lower bay. When a man came down the pier and iSood there gazing into the water the mournful stranger slowly got up and wearily dragged himself over to the place where the man was. He looked at the man a long time, while the other kept his eyes moodily turned away. By o&pt oharles ma. DE LUXE OF EUROPE, And with this understanding they parted, Lane going at once to a cool resort op one of the great lakes. Four days later came the dispatch ho looked for, and accompanied by two detectives Lane knocked at the indicated doorway one bright, sunshiny afternoon within forty-eight hours thereafter. {Copyrighted by J. B. Lipptacott Company, Philadelphia, and published through special arrangement with the American Pre— Association.] "Why did Gordon Noel stay at the other hotel the second and third times he spent Sunday at Deer Park? Because she wished to hide from her mother, as she did from you, that he came at all. Tho Waiters All Spealc French, but They Can*t Help It, for Tliey "Were Born I . That Way—Whisky, Butter, Greek (continued ) CHAPTER XL Clothes, Dogs and Other Things. "Hie board of control invite complaints, it is said (unless they are chronic complaints, of course), and ask everybody to report to the bureau every case where guests have been fatally injured by attendants, so that luggage may be disposed of at best market prices. The Savoy is a good hotel, however, joking aside, and the French language is the most difficult matter to cope with of anything in the house. Maj. Jamea B. Pond, who went over to secure Stanley for America, recently stopped at the Savoy. He and William Carey, of The Century, together with Villers, the artist, sat in the hotel cafe one evening ready to eat, and in fact with their order in and partially filled. Directly one of the party decided before beginning to order a small slug of rye whisky. He made the garcon understand it through Mr. Villers, who talks French with great ease. Noticing as the garcon was about to start out that he had no butter he told him also to bring some butter. After some pleasant persiflage, bon homme and raccoonter on the part of the gentlemen the garcon returned with a nice thin glass of rye whisky, floating on top of which was a gob of surprised and terror stricken butter. [Copyright by Ed.jar W. Nye.] "Why does„she meet him on the street instead of at home? Because her father interposed in your behalf; but all the same you are being betrayed." It is at this time that the accumulated midsummer inquiries of correspondents should be attended to, and I hasten to dispose of one, meantime apologizing for the delay in answering several which were received as early as April last. Tete-a-tete, Hyde Park, Cook county, His.—The Savoy hotel is situated on the Victoria embankment, between Charing Cross and Waterloo bridge, opposite Cleopatra's Needle, in London. It is advertised as the Hotel de Luxe of the world, also the hotel de trop, I presume, although I would not care to say that for publication. . A comely young woman opened the door just a few inches and inquired what was wanted. "Mr. Graves waa not at home." He certainly would not have been in a minute more, for a man Swung out of the third story window »nd, going hand by hand down the convenient lightning rod, dropped into the arms of a waiting officer, and that night the forger and deserter spent behind the bars in the Central station. The identification was complete. "Stranger," he said at last with a long drawl, "you are going to commit suicide."There was no one to write or speak for Lane: only one side of the story was being told, and, though the men had had little else than contempt for Noel, they were of small account in molding garrison opinions as compared with two or three determined women. These words, or others exactly of their import, were what met his startled eyes at Chiricahua, but the instant he noted that these carefully type written sentences were followed by no signature at all—not even the oft abused "A Friend" —indignation and wrath followed close on the heels of his amaze, and in utter contempt he had destroyed the cowardly sheet; but he could not so easily conquer the poison thus injected in his veins. All the long, long journey to the east they haunted him, dancing before his eyes, sleeping or waking, and it was with haggard face and wearied frame that he reached the Queen City, and, taking a cab, drove at once to her home. The other looked at him in contemptuous silence. "I can see it in your face, my friend. You are going to commit suicide." He waited for an answer, but none came. But no one saw the sorrowful, almost heart broken, letter written by Mrs. Vin cent to Lane. She had no words in which to Bpeak of Mabel's conduct. They had both been deceived; and yet she implored him for forgiveness for her child. The world was all changed now. Their home remained to them, and her own little fortune, together with the wreck of Mr. Vincent's, but Rcgy had to go out into the world and seek to earn what he could. He had no idea of business. There was no one to step in and build up the old farm, and the executors had advised that everything be closed out. Mr. Clark's affairs had been left in lamentable confusion, but luckily he had nothing else to leave—nothing, that is, but confusion and creditors. People were constantly importuning her for payment of his liabilities, claiming that they were contracted by the firm. Her lawyers absolutely forbade her listening to such demands. If she paid one-fourth of them she would have nothing left. Lane thought of his sacrificed Cheyenne property and tbe little fortune ne naa so freely offered up to save to tho girl he loved the home in which she had been reared. The very roof under which the girl had plighted her troth to him and then dishonored it for Noel—under which, day after day, she was now receiving, welcoming, caressing him—was practically rescued for her and her mother by the money of the man she had cast aside. "Oh, you too have aged and suffered! and it is all our doing—all our doing!" she moaned, as her tears burst forth anew. "Yes," he went on, not in the least discouraged, "I see it very plainly." The would-bo suicide impatiently turned his back. "JNever mina my crow's feet and gray hairs, dear lady," he said. "It is high time I began to show signs of advancing age. Then, too, I am just up from a siege of mountain fever." Lane was to appear and make formal charge against him the following morning. Going down to an early breakfast, he picked up one of the great dailies at the news stand, and, after taking his seat at table and ordering a light repast, he opened the still moist sheet. The first glance at the head lines was enough to start him to his feet. "Indi.-.n Outbreak." "The Apaches on tbp Wat Path." "Murder of Agent Curtis at San Carlos." "Massacre of a Stage Load of Passengers." "Captain Rawlins, Eleventh cavalry, a victim." "Horrible Atrocities." "Troops in Pursuit." % —  JHAVW& IMU.M fl| SHAMPOO** » • • WWnC"T 0 7 "Oh, don't think that I want to discourage you. I have often thought of doing the same thing myself, and I honor you for your resolve. No doubt I shall some day follow your admirable example." "Was that the reason you did not answer?" she presently asked. Nothing of very great importance had occurred on the scout A few renegades managed to escape eastward from the reservation and to take to the mountains, through which Lane's command was then scouting; and to him and to his troop was intrusted the duty of capturing and bringing them back to the reservation. This took him many a long mile south of the railway. It was three weeks and more before he made his way to the reservation with his prisoners. There he found a small package of letters, which had been forwarded direct from Graham, where they evidently kn- w that he would go into the agency before reaching the railway, where his other letters were probably awaiting him. Among those which he received was one from Mr. Vincent. Briefly it said to him, "If a possible thing, come to us as soon as you can obtain leave of absence. There are matters which excite my greatest apprehension, and I feel that 1 must see you. My health, I regret to say, is failing me rapidly. Come, if you can." It was a lovely evening in early October. The sun had been shining brilliantly all day long, and almost everywhere doors and windows were open to woo the cool air now gently stirring. The cab stopped before the well remembered steps, and Lane hastened to the broad doorway. No need to ring; the portals stood invitingly open. The gas burned d.-ightly in the hall and in the sitting room to the left. He entered unhesitatingly, and stood all alone in the room where he had spent so many happy hours listening to the music of her voice, watching the play and animation in her lovely face. He caught a glimpse of his own, gaunt, haggard, hollow eyed, in the mirror over the old fashioned mantel What was be that he should have won a creature so radiant, so exquisite? "I never got your letter, Mrs. Vincent When was it mailed?" "You know too much," said the other gruffly, speaking for the first time. "Mind your own business and Til mind mine." "About tho 10th of May. I remember it well, because—it wa3 just after Mabel and Capt. Noel got back from their tour." "No, my friend, that isn't the way to look at it. I am your friend. Now Fll tell you what I want to do. I am by nature and training a manager. I want to see if I can't conduct a first class suicide. I don't mind telling you, since you are soon to leave this world—oh, don't shake your head. You need not be afraid to bo honest with me. I don't mind telling you, I say, that I have not been a very successful manager. I had poor luck with three walking matches, and sneering people havo said that my athletic games, picnics and other schemes were almost failures. But you see a suicide is such a very simple affair. I"  "Pardon me, but did you post it yourself?"'"No. Tho postman always takes my letters. I lsave them on the little table in the vestibule." "Where any one can see them?' "Yes; but who would touch my let- In an instant he thrust aside the second portiere. It was the old, old story briefly told. Warnings disregarded; official reports of the neighboring troop commanders pooh-poohed and pigeon holed by functionaries of the Indian bureau; a sudden, startling rush of one body upon the agent and his helpless family; a simultaneous dash from the other end of tho reservation upon tho scattered ranches in the valley; a stage coach ambushed; a valued old soldier butchered in cold blood. There was no more thought of breakfast for Lane. Ho hurried to the telegraph office, thence to the police station, thence to an attorney whom he was advised to employ, and by noon he was whirling westward. "No laggard he" when the war cry rang along the blazing border Most all foreign people who have not traveled avoid being surprised at anything an American orders, and try quickly to fill his order. They are led to believe that the American likes especially a searching drink, and that anything which will make him enivre without loss of time is what the rough and tough cuss, with his trunks full of moss agates, scads and scalps, is most joyously in search of. This is a mistake. For some reason or other the scout which Lane's companv had been ordered to hold itself in readiness to make was postponed, no further orders coming irttflt department headquarters which required sending any troops into the moun_ tains west of Fort Graham. The captain, far from being disappointed, seemed strangely relieved that he was not required to take his troop into the field at that particular moment "Something had happened," said Mrs. Breese, who was a keen observer, "to change the spirit of his dream within the last few days." His face lacked the radiant and joyous look that it had had ever since he came back from the east "Is he getting an inkling of the stories that are in circulation?" was title natural in- ters?" Lane did not know, of course. He was only certain that nothing from Mrs. Vincent had reached him during tho past six months. "Capt. Lane," she said, at last, "I want you to tell m3 the truth. Just after Mabel's marriage I heard that a story was in circulation to the effect that it was your money that enabled Mr. Vinccnt to tide over the crisi# in his affairs a year ago. It was even said that you had sold property at a loss to supply with means; and some people in society are so cruel as to say that Mabel's trousseau was actually purchased with your money, because it had never been repaid. I know that Mr. Vincent often spoke of his obligation and gratitude to you. Tell me truly and frankly, Capt. Lane, did you give my husband money? Is this story true?" nye's hair dressing. It is an English hotel with a French accent. It is under the keen eye of R. D'Oyly Carte, who takes his meals there also. A great many eminent people stop there while in London buying their fall groceries. The Right Honorable tho Earl of Latham is a director of the hotel, as is also Sir Arthur Sullivan. It is no uncommon thing to see Sir Arthur at the depot when the club train from Paris gets in, calling out the Savoy hotel in a rich, rotund voice. The earl stays about tho house more and helps D'Oyly wait on the table. Man is constantly misjudging his kind. We misjudge the foreigner; we think he will be interested entirely in us and ourselves; we forget that he feels some interest in himself and his prospects. That is one way we misjudge the foreigner, overlooking the fact that "the greatest bore is the man who persistently talks about himself while we desire to talk about ourselves." .D "I wish you would stop your idiotic talk," interposed the man addressed. There was the heavy portiere that shut off the little passage to the library. His footfall made no sound in the deep, rich carpeting. It was there she welcomed him that wonderful Friday afternqap—that day that was the turning pdfit, the climax, of his life. Hark! was that her voice, low, sweet, tremulous in there now? Hush! Was that a sob?—a woman's suppressed weeping? Quickly he stepped forward, and in an instant had thrust aside the second portiere; but ho halted short at tho threshold, petrified by the scene before him. "Simplest thing in the world, I tell you" * "Simple!" was the answer with a groan. "Offcourse it doesn't seem easy to you, for ytDu aren't an experienced manager. But wo me it is the simplest matter in the world. I understand how to d&theee things, you know. You'll have no  ble or care at all. I will attend to all the arrangements and look after everything. All that you will have to do will bo to commit suicide, and that will be mere child's play. I-will take care of the rest." "Will you?' sarcastically. "I would advise you to put on a new collar and tie. You needn't black your boots, for the water will ruin the shine anyway." The wedding cards came in April. It was to be » quiet affair, because of the death of Mr. Vinaent within the year. Lane read the announcement in The Army and Navy Journal, and sat for a while, the paper dropping to the floor and his head upon his hands. Elsewhere in its columns he found a full account, writDn evidently by some one thorough well acquainted with all the parties, licept perhaps the gallant groom. When Lane's servant tiptoed in at reveille the next morning to prepare the batk and black the boots he was surprise to find that officer sitting at his desk with his head pillowed in his arms. He had not been to bed, and did not know that reveille had sounded. Was he ill? Did he need the doctor? No. He "had to sit up late over some letters and papers, and had finally fallen asleep there. All the same Dr. Go wen, happening into the hospital while Lane was visiting one of his men after sick call, stopped and keenly examined his face. Another was from Mrs. Vincent She spoke with great anxiety of Tlr" Vincent's waning health; said wry liiiiu of Mabel, nothing whatever of Mr. NoeL She told him that the engage:: had been formally announced to cdl their relatives, and that letters of congratulation had been showered on Mabel from all sides, although there was some little surprise expressed that she should marry an army officer. "She herself has not been well at all, and I really believe that a visit from you would do much to restore her health and spirits. She has been unlike herself ever since we came back from the mountains." (to be continued ) » quiry. "Ia he beginning to learn that others were before him in that fair «—-ttoaraaer'? regard? Still, no one could question him.. There was something about him, with all his frankness and kindliness, that held people aloof from anything like confidence. He never had a confidant of either sex; and this was something that rendered him at one time somewhat unpopular among the women. Younger officers almost always, as a rule, had chosen some one of the married ladies of the regiment as a repositary of their cares and anxieties, their hopes and fears; but Lane had never indulged in any such luxury, and all the better for him was it Now it was noticed with what eagerness and anxiety he watched for the coming of the znaiL It was also observed that during the two weeks that followed only four letters were received in her, by this ♦ time, well known superscription. Lane, of course, reading the contents, could readily account for scarcity. Her letters were full of descriptions of dances and picnics and riding parties to the neighboring mountains. They had met scores of pleasant people, and had become acquainted with a large circle from all parts of the country. They danced every evening regularly in the hop room, and were so thoroughly acquainted and so accustomed to one another's moods and fancies that hardly aa hour passed in which they were not occupied in some pleasant recreation. Lawn tennis had always been a favorite game of here, and her mother was glad, she said, to see her picking it up again I with such alacrity. The open air was .» doing her good; her color was returning; the languor and weakness which had oppressed her when she first arrived after the long hot spell at home had disappeared entirely. But with returning health came all the longing for out door, active occupation, and, instead of having, as she had planned, hours in which to write to him, almost all her time now was taken up in joyous sports, in horseback rides, in long drives over the mountain roads and through the beautiful scenery by which they were surrounded. "And so," she said, "Fred, dear, in regaining health and color, 1 fear your Mabel has very sadly neglected you." His reply to her letter telling him of Mr. Noel's unexpected appearance at the was rather a difficult one for him ,j to write. It was dawning upon bin? that the attentions of his regimental comrade to his fiancee were not as en. tirely platonic as they might be. Desire to show all courtesy and IHndlinpw to the lady love of another officer was all very well in its way, but it did not necessitate daily calls when at home, and far less did it warrant his leaving his station without permission—running therisk of a reprimand, or even possible court martial—and tviring a long journey, being absent from his post all Saturday, and certainly not returning there before the afternoon of Monday. If "" this were known at the headquarters of the recruiting service Lieut Noel' in all probability would be rapped severely over the knuckles, if nothing worse. Lane could not, and would not for an instant blame his fiancee, but h» gently pointed out to her that Mr. Noel ran great risks in making such a journey, and that it would be well on that account to discourage idmflur expeditions in the future. To she made no direct reply, but that sh« observed Us caution is quite possible. At ail events no further mention a visits on the part of Mr. Noel appeared in any of the letters which reached him before the orders for the scout actually did arrive; but that was not until neat the very end of the month. It was just about the 28th of August when rumora came of turbulence and threatened outbreak among the Indians at the Chiricahua reservation. Troops were already marching thither from the stations in Arizona, and Capt. Lane was ordered to cross the range and scout on the east side of the reservation, in order to drive back any renegades who might be tempted to "make a break." Just one day be' fore the start he was surprised at receiv lug a letter from Mrs. Vincent ShC spoke gladly of Mabel's improved he<l and appearance; she spoke hopefully oi Mr. Vincent, whose letters, she said cheerfu1 ... A Useful Boy. We also overdo in our efforts to astonish people. We try to astonish our own people here with the growth of our town, our public school and our court house. We lie about the phenomenal growth of our town and calmly prevaricate about the number of our inhabitants till the census is taken and we are disgraced. Then we lay it to the slothful enumerator.Irate Subscriber (in thunder tones)— Where's the editor of this sheet? Smart Boy—He jist stepped in nest door. Come along an' Til show you. {Leads the way to a building occupied by several dentists.) The Marquis of Granbury is on the restaurant committee, and gets many a bright new shilling for his brisk and prompt attention to guo3tj. Everything is French at the Savoy except the prices. They are tropical and grow to a great height. The price at tho cafe complet servi dans le restaurant et sallo a manger is onc-and-six. If you have not et any salle a manger it does not make any difference. "I never gave Mr. Vincent a cent." Mabel Vincent, clasped in Gordon Noel's embrace, her arms abont his neck, gazing np into his face with air most worship in her weeping eyes, raised her lips to meet the passionate kiss of his. "My darling," he murmured, "what can yon fear? Have yon not given me the right to protect yon?" And the handsome head was tossed proudly back, and for one little minute was indeed heroic. Then, with instantaneous change, every drop of blood fled from his face, leaving it ashen, death like. "Oh, I am so thankful! We have been the means of bringing such sorrow to you"  Irate Subscriber (stopping in hallway) --Eh? What's that yelling upstairs? Boy—Guess the editor has caught the man he wus after. "I beg you, make no reference to that, Mrs. Vincent. Neither your honored husband nor you have I ever thought in the least responsible. And as for this other matter, you have been misinformed."Subscrilier (hurriedly)—I'll—I'll call again.—New York Weekly. Mr. Edmund Russell, the Delsartist, misjudged the foreigner a few weeks ago. also. He thought that what the English people wanted was realism, so he gave them some that he was not using His listener shivered. In this same package of letters were two from MabeL These he read with infinite yearning in his heart, and they only served to increase the wordless anxiety and the intolerable sense of something lacking, which he had first felt after the letter that announced Gordon Noel's visit to Deer Park. One more letter there was. This he opened, taw that it was type written and had no signature, indignantly tore it into fragments and tossed them to the wind A Sign of the Times. "I take a card," the manager of suicides continued complacently, "and write on it where you were born, your age and where you would like to have your body sent" (another shiver). "Then I add some pretty Bentiment lifa* 'Life is of a mingled web,' etc. I sign your name—by the way, what is your name? I can fix the card while we are t-nJlring over the plan." "The deuce you canl" "What cruel, reckless stories people tell! It hurt me terribly; and then wheq no answer came to my letter I felt that probably there was something in it, and that you were hiding the trnth from mo. Mabel heard it, too, but she said that Capt. Noel investigated it at once and found that it was utterly false. I could not be satisfied until I had your own assurance."Tho general manager and traveling auditor of the hotel is Monsieur C. Ritz, who usod to run the Grand hotel at Monte Carlo; also the Bald Eagle house at Cannes and the Ding Dong house at Baden Baden. The acting manager and haut tong slinger is Monsieur Echenard, of the Tooleries, in Paris. Monsieur is not a part of his name, but is used to give him an air of dejeuner, I presume. , t~L IHlS WAY TC I — •'GordonH she cried, you ill?" Then, following the glance of his staring eyes, she turned and saw and swooned •way. "what i8 it? Are ♦'I want you to go right to your quarters and stay there, Lane, for you've got a fever, and, I believe, mountain fever," wore his immediate orders. "HI be with yon in a moment" It was only the beginning of what proved to be a trying illness of several weeks' duration. When Lane was able to sit up again it was the recommendation of the post surgeon and of his regimental commander that he be sent east on sick leave for at least three months. And the first week of June found him at West Point; he had many old and warm friends there, and their companionship and cordiality cheered him greatly. One night, strolling back from parade to the broad piazza of the hotel, he saw the stage drive up from the landing and a number of visitors scurry up the steps in haste to escape the prying eyes of the older arrivals, who invariably thronged the Bouth piazza at such times and curiously inspected the travel stained and cinder spotted faces of those whose ill luck it was to have to run that social gantlet. CHAPTER XH "And now you have it," he said, with a smile that shone on his worn face and beamed about his deep set eyes like sunshine after April showers. "You are going to be advised now, are you not, and seek change and rest in the mountains?" You can souper dans le restaurant a la carte, and you can breakfast a prix fixe in the salle a manger for four shillin', and I claim that this is cheap enough. "This affair, I guarantee, will be satisfactory in every way. If it isn't—but of course yon will be dead and I conld not give yon satisfaction. However, I promise yon on my word as a gentleman that it will bo satisfactory." He did not notice the look of horror that was called forth by his cold blooded proposal. The commanding general of the department—an old and kind friend of. Lane's—was then looking over affairs for himself, at the reservation. Lane obtained a few moments' conversation with him, briefly stated his needs, and showed him Mr. Vincent's letter. The the general saw the signature he looked np, startled, and then arose from his seat, pnt his hand on the captain's' shoulder, and drew him to one side. . %Uiim VvS -T R j IP Smoking is allowed in the salle a manger between 8 and 5 o'clock and after 8:30 p. m., but you must not leave your dog in the manger. It is not posseeble, as we say at la Morgue. "Wo meant to go this week, but Mrs. Paterson, of Philadelphia, is urging us to spend the summer with her at the sea shore, where she has a roomy cottage. She is a cousin of Captain Noel's, and was an intimate friend of Mabel's at school. That was where my daughter first heard of him. Oh, I wish—1 wish"  - Neptune—Hellol what are you doing down here? There is a fine hair dresser's saloon at the Savoy under the charge of the Messrs. Hill & Co., of Old Bond street. I got my hair dressed there every morning before I went down to play long terrace with tho Guelphs. Hill does the shaving an 1 Messrs. scrambles the hair. "When everything is ready, with no tremble to yon, as I said before"  "H'm!" "No tronble to yon. I tako it all. When we have arranged everything we come down to the pier again. Ton take off your hat and bow to the city in mock respect." Seaside Hotel Proprietor—Came down » see if you've got anything new or startling in the line of sea serpents.— Puck. "My dear boy," he said, "there is later news than this. It is dated Sept; 14, yon see. Have yon heard nothing more?" And hero once more Mrs. Vincent'i tears poured forth, and it was some tima beforo she could control herself. A Correction, TIu Savoy, it is claimed, is incombustible; so aro the cigars you get in the manger also. A pleasing and very thrifty lavatory, with hot and cold water, is run in connection with the hotel at a moderate price per lav. 8IS ARTHUR AT THE DEPOT. "Nothing, general What has happened?" answered Lane, his voice trembling and his bronzed face rapidly paling. "Am I—am I too late?" The Cincinnati Times-Star tells this: "During a performance of 'Richelieu' by the Booth-Modjoska company not long ago there was an episode which pointed a moral, if it did not adorn the tale, and caused a ripple of merriment. It will bo remembered that when Richelieu proposes to read his verses to Joseph the latter remarks, aside: 'Strange that so great & statesman should be so bad a poet.' "Eh, Joseph,' says the cardinal, 'what were you saying? Joseph replies: 'I said it was strange that so great a statesman should be so sublime a poet,' 'No, he didn't!' piped a voice in the audience, near the stage. It was from a little girl, who then stood up and continued: 'Thc priest has lied! He said it the other way I'" himself, tod the applause was extremely piano. In fact it died a pre-natal death, it I may be allowed that term. He was invited to the drawing room of a wealthy and prominent English family, of course with the understanding that he "would oblige." "No, I won't." At last the captain felt that he must go. It was now his purpose to leave town as soon as he could attend to one or two matters of business. "Well, we can dispense with the bow. That's only a minor detail. Having placed you in position near the edge of the pier I ask you if you are ready, and you say that you are." "Do I?" defiantly, "Certainly. Wo must have this suicido properly conducted. I am as particular in small affairs as in large ones. Then I sav, 'One—two—three!' and you jump. After I make sure that we have been successful I go to the police station and report your case. If you prefer I will also look after the body. Is that satisfactory?" "I fear so, Lane. Had Mr. Vincent a partner named Clark?" "Tell me truly and frankly, Capt. Lane." A dreary winter was that of 188— at old Fort Graham. Capt. Breese became major of the th, and his troop wu ordered to exchange with K, which had been so long at headquarters, and this brought old Jim Rawlins up to take command of the little cavalry battalion at "the oasis." There were many of the officers—Rawlins among them-~who thought that after his success with "the Devil's Own," as D troop had been called, Lane was entitled to enjoy the position of battalion commander; but Mrs. Riggs had promptly asserted her belief that he was not in position to enjoy anything. He had come back to the post late in the fall, looking some years older andgraveri he had been very ill at Jefferson barracks, said a letter from that point, while waiting to take out a party of recruits to the regiment; he had resumed duty without a word to anybody of the matters tjiat had so suddenly called him east, but there was no need of telling! they knew all about it; at least they said and thought they did. In the manger one day I pointed out on the bill of fare a breakfast that came to four shillin', and told the garcon to give it to me. I spoke in English, such as we use on Staten Island, for I knew I was in London, a place which gets its style and pronunciation largely from Staten Island anyway, so I spoke it slowly and distinctly, with that rich tonsilitis flavor which is supposed to go with the London pronunciation, but he did not understand me, for he was French. Had he been otherwise he would have been discharged. He was not en rapport with me at all. He said something about "companee," and I told him I did not expect company at all, though of course folks might drop in at any time. My latch string, a3 well as my hired girl, was generally out, so they would be welcome. "Clark defaulted, embezzled, hypothecated securities and heaven knows what all, blew out his brains in his private' office, and Mr. Vincent stumbled over the body an hour afterwards, was pro*-' trated by the shock, and died of heart failure three days later. The papers were full of the tragedy for nearly * weefc; But ttiere are none to be had Here, I'm afraid. Now you will want to start at once. Never mind your troop. Just tell your lieutenant to report here to Capt. Bright for orders, and IH have them sent back to Graham by easy marches." "Yes sir; his junior partner." "Shall I not see you again?" ahe asked, as ho rose to take his leave. There was something familiar in the face of a young lady following a portly matron into tho hall, and when a moment later he came upon the massive frame of Mr. Amos Withers, registering himself, his wife, daughters and Miss Marshall, of the Queen City, Lane knew at once that it was his friend of the dismal dinner of nearly a year ago. Later that evening he met her in the hall, and was surprised at the prompt and pleasant recognition which she gave him. It was not long before they were on the north piazza, watching that peerless view up the Hudson, and, finding that she had never been there before, and was enthusiastic in her admiration of the scenery, Lane took pleasure in pointing out to her the various objects of interest that could be seen through the brilliant sheen of moonlight. And so, having made himself at onco useful and entertaining, he finally went to his bed with a sensation of having passed rather a brighter evening than he had known in a long, long time. "I fear not," he answered. "There is nothing to require more than an hour ox two of attention here, and then I shall seek a cooler spot for a few weeks' rest, then hack to the regiment," Edmund gave a portion of a Greek play in costume. Where he erred was in the matter of ultra-realism. Taking the Greek slave «s authority, I presume Mr. Russell clothed himself at a very slight cost and spoke his piece. When he went away the air was so chill that the Delsartian goose pimples stood out all over him liko Etruscan warts that have been suddenly called up by the speaker to give a rising vote on something regarding their salary. "But we—that is, I heard yon had three months' sick leave." "Very true; but I only need one, and I am best with my troop." "See here, you cold blooded animal," said the other fiercely, wheeling and looking him in the eye, "I did come down here to drown myself." "Tell me," she asked, "is it true that there is trouble brewing again among the Indians—at San Carlos, isn't Jt?" Mr. Russell is rather proud of his fine figure, and has had himself caste several tim*u, but never with so much expression an ] force as he was cist forthwith after his i-scitation. The hired man threw Mr. Russell's clothe* to him from the real window, and he dressed himself behind a quick set hedge with ona hand white he kept away a well fanjjJ dog with the other. "There seems to be bad blood among them, and no doubt disaffection) but if sufficient troops are sent to the agency and to scout around tho reservation they can be held in check." Schoolboy (poring over his lesson)— Father, what language do they speak in Chili? Not a Proper Question. "Of course," answered the manager calmly. "I knew that." Late at night Lane reached the railway, only to find his train five hours behind. He telegraphed to Mabel that he would come to her as fast as train could bring him—that the sad news had only just reached him. He strode for hours up and down the little platform under the glittering stars, yearning to reach her, to comfort and console her in this bitter sorrow. "But I'll be hanged before I drown myself now," the other went on savagely, not heeding the interruption. "Do you think I am going to allow myself to be chucked out of the world with a stop watch held over me? Do you think starting for the other* world is like beginning a female bicycle race? When I commit suicide now it will be because all the fools like you have left the world. I have a great mind to throw you into the river yourself, you frozen veined, packed in ice, congealed floor of a refrigerator."Father—H'm! The language spoken in Chili, my son, the—er—language spoken—er—in Chili is—do you find that question in the book you are studying, my son? "But I have been told that yon have too small a force to watch them. I wish you were not going back; but it is like you, Capt. Lane'." He shook his head and went away. Then he came back and hovered around me, like a hornet on a hot day around a full blooded and juicy little primary school. I thought ho doubted my financial powers, so I showed him how I was rated by R. G. Dun & Co., and also planted down considerable means on the table in pale Bank of England "fi' pun'" notes, which always looked to me like specimens of Spencerian penmanship of the full arm movement variety, and which never seemed to me like money at all. Schoolboy—No, but I thought I'd like to know. And so they parted. He saw and heard and asked nothing of his whilom fiancee. Ho did not wish to see her husband. He meant to have left town that very evening, after brief consultation with a real estate agent whom ho had had occasion to employ in his service; but even as he was stowing his traveling "kit" in a roomy leather bag there came a knock at his door and there entered a man in plain civilian dress, who motioned the bell boy to clear out, and then held forth a photograph:The Greek costume in which Mr. Russell had appeared on the previous evening was found the next morning wrapped around the sore toe of a peasant child. Father (severely)—Then don't ask it, my son. If it isn't in the book it isn't proper for yon to know.—Chicago TribumTime and again he turned over in mind the few particulars which he had obtained from the department commander. They were all too brief, but pointed conclusively to one fact—that Clark had been encouraged by the success of June to plunge still more deeply, in the hope of retrieving the losses of the past two years. Luckily for Vincent, he had used his June winnings in lifting the mortgage from his homestead and in taking up any of his outstanding paper, and so had little wherewith to supply his confident partner; but Lane wondered if the kindly old man had any idea that up to the end of August, at least, Clark had not sent to him, as directed, "the draft for the entire amount" to which referred the first letter Mr. Vincent had ever written to him. Mrs. Riggs had had such complete accounts from Noel, and had received such a sweet letter from Miss Vincent in reply to the one she had written congratulating her upon her engagement to her (Mrs. Riggs') "favorite among all the officers—and the colonel's too." "She was so sorry—so painfully distressed— about Capt. Lane," said Mrs. Riggs. "She never really cared for him. It was gratitude and propinquity and pleasure In his attentions that she mistook for love; but she never knew what love was until she met Gordon. They were to be married early in the spring and would take only a brief tour, for he had to be at his station. She dreaded coming to the regiment, though she would follow Gordon to the end of the world if he said so, for she knew there were people who would blame bar for breaking with Capt. Lane as she had to; but she knew long before she did so that they could never be happy together. She had written to him, telling him all, long before he came east, and they had that dreadful scene in which Mr. Noel had behaved with such perfect self command and such excessive consideration for Capt Lane's feelings. Of course, as Gordon said, all possibility of reconciliation or future friendship between them was at an end unless Capt. Lane humbly apologized. She had been mercifully spared hearing it; for the fearful expression of his face when they discovered him listening at the portiere had caused her to faint away, and she only came to, Gordon said, in time to prevent his pitching him out of the window, so utterly was he tried. She was so thankful to have in Mrs. Rijgs a friend who would not see Gordon wronged, and who could be counted on to deny any stories that poor Cupt. Lane, in his disappointment, might put in circulation." On the following day Miss Marshall was in the hall reading when he came out from breakfast. She was waiting, she said, for Mrs. Withers to come down. The nurse was dressing the children. People who saw Edward jump the fence in his Greek, gun wad trousseau say that, as near as they are able to judge, the Greeks must have cared very little indeed for dress. Didn't Appreciate Iler. "Why is it, Emma, you play that piano selection in such odd time?" . "That's on account of the measure, papa." "What?" gasped the manager. "Do you mean to say that you ain't going to commit suicide after all? And I offer to take all the trouble. You ain't going to drown yourself?" he wailed pathetically. "I want to ask you something, Capt Lane. Isaw Mrs. Vincent just beforelleft home, and had a little talk with her. She has always been very kind to me. Did yon ever receive a letter she wrote to you three or four weeks ago?" "Oh, you're playing it by measure. I didn't know but what you might be giving it to us by the pound."—Philadelphia Times. Ho went into a brief catalepsy and then started after Sir Arthur Sullivan, who asked mo in English, with great difficulty, however, *hat the trouble was. I told him that I had ordered from the bill of fare for breakfast and offered to pay for it, but I could not seem to get on. I had never gone hungry in Paris c? Ireland, but here, where the English language was supposed to be about tho only thing that led a perfectly puro life, I could not be understood sufficiently to keep tho wolf from the door. "No, I ain't, nor hang myself, nor shoot myself, nor cut my throat, you chopped off block of an iceberg." "Capt. Lane, is that your man Taintor?""I never did," said Lane, think that she did write to me?" "Do you "Tliat i3 certainly like the man," was Lane's answer, after careful inspection. "Have you got him?" Making: Preparations. Force Habit. And the manager turned sorrowfully, and walking back to his lumber pile sat down and pondered on the ingratitude of man.—New York Tribune. Fred comes from school and immediately starts to work copying a poem. 9© was 8c checked the 1 "I know she did. She told me so, and expressed great surprise that yon had accorded her no answer. She felt very sure of your friendship, and she was at a loss to understand your silence. Although I had only met you once or twice before I felt that I knew you so well that you could not refuse to answer a letter from so lovable a woman as she, and I deemed it my duty to let you know what she had told me. I am very glad now that I did so." "No, sir. We had him, and took Capt. Noel to see him, and the captain said there was some mistake. He wears his hair and beard different now; but we know where he is, at least where he was up to yesterday. He left his lodgings at noon and took a bag with him, as though he meant to be away a few days. He does copying and typewriting, and manages to get along and support a good looking young woman who passes as his wife. That's what we think brought him back here last winter." "What's that for?' asked his mother. "The teacher says that any of us who don't know this poem by heart to-morrow will have to stay in and copy it, so I am getting it ready now."—Philadelphia Times. Just the Other Way. First Tramp—I saw Bill Jackson last week; I've tramped a good deal with him. It was daybreak when the train came. It was noon when he sprang from thi cars at Graham station and into the ambalance sent to meet him in response to his telegraphic request. Were there any letters? he eagerly asked. None now. A small package had been forwarded to the reservation last night, and must have passed him on the way. Others had been waiting for him at the mountain station until he was reported by wire as arriving with his prisoners at the agency. Everything then had been sent thither, and there would be no getting them before starting. At Graham the telegraph operator showed him the duplicates of the telegrams that had come for him in his absence—only two. One announced Mr. Clark's suicide and Vincent's prostration and danger; the other, two days later, briefly read, "Mr. Vincent died this morning. Mj*. Vinccnt and Mabel fairly well." Second Tramp—How is Bill getting along—going to the dogs? First Tramp—No; the dogs go to him the same ns ever.—Philadelphia Press. Grandma's Lock. "What's the matter, Johnny?" asked that young man's uncle. Sir Arthur asked me to point out what I had ordered. I remembered the price, and so put my finger on the style of "Gran'ma has swallered her teeth." false breakfast that four fihillin' would buy. It was as follows: "Idem servi dans les appartemeuts." I did not know what it was, of course, but I knew that I had roughed it and eaten salt pork and antelope straight for two weeks, till I got so mat lr you snooK a rea rag ar me i would bleat and run four miles, and so I thought that a little idem with servia on it, and then dance to my appartements, would just hit my rather delicate taste. A Suggestion. "Is she at home?" asked Lane, eagerly. "She was when I left, but they were expecting to go to the mountains. Mrs. Noel seems to be drooping a little. The weather is very warm there already, as you know, and the doctor has advised that both ladies go up to Deer Park. Mrs. Noel doesn't wish to go, as it takes her so far from her husband; but, as he was able to get thero quite frequently when they were there before, I see no reason why he should not be able to join them every week now." "Oh, dear," chimed in his sister Mamie; won't that be nice? Now she can eat comfortable like a chicken."—Washington Post. "You should not underestimate this sort of thing," said tho poet to the editor. "It is no small matter to write a poem. Some men have spent lifetimes on single efforts." "Why didn't you take some of the recruiting party to see him? They could identify him." plainly gage men did it from force of habit.— Life. D Dag- "All the old men that were with you are gone, sir. It's a new lot entirely. They said the sergeant couldn't get along with the captain at all, and they were all sent away." Conjugal Amenities. "Now, look' here, Bloggs," said the editor, his face lighting with the radiance of a new kindled idea, "why don't you try yonr hand at something like that?"—Washington Post. Wife—You do not speak to mo as affectionately as you used to, George. I think yon have ceased to love me. Young Mr. Softy (the conversation had been upon the subject of insomnia) —It is easy enough to go to sleep if you set about it right. I have, aw—an infallible recipe for it. A Life Long Practice. Husband—There you are again! Ceased to love you! Why, I love you better than my life. Now shut up and let me read my paper.—Boston Courier. "Where's the woman who kept the lodging house for the party?" were mow C than they had been, and who had been able to come tip and spend two Sundays with them. Mabel had doubtless told him of Mr. Noel's visit, and how glad they were just then to see any face so pleaaant and familiar. And now she wished to remind him of their contract before his leaving for the frontier. He doubtless remembered that shs bad promised that in the near future •he would give him the reasons why it named »t to her that the engagement should not be announced. It would take a pretty long'etter to tell all the reasons why, so she would not rentdre upon that at the moment; but the necessity no longer existed, and if 1m so desired she Would gladly have it made known to his ■alattrea, as she would now prootofl to Sir Arthur then told me that I was erroneous. The order I had given, he said, was for "ditto served in the private rooms." Ditto, of course, meant that I could get tho same breakfast as the one described just above it for four e'.iillin'. This was so clear that I thanke 1 Sir Arthur and be went away. Lookin# 11 D ito:n above it I found that it read, ' jJoj juner a la Fnuicaise a la carte servi T ,.u lo Grand rastaurant (voyes le menu c" j jour) del 1.0 a 8.0 heures." Miss Slygirl—What is that, Mr. Softy? Mr. Softy—When I want—aw—to woo Nature's sweet restorer I—aw—banish everything like an idea from my mind, doncher see? Jealousy at West Point. "She's gone, too, sir. They moved away last winter because Capt. Noel gave tho contract to another party in a different part of tho town. Wo let the thing slide for quite a while; but when the chief heard that you had arrived in town ho thought hu'd shadow the fellow until you could aee him, but he had skipped. Was there any way he could have heard yon were coming?" Maud—I hear that Miss Flutter is so susceptible that the younger cadets fight each other tot the privilego of dancing with her. "Was he there frequently when they were there before?" asked Lane, an old, dull pain gnawing at his heart. "He was there three or four times to my knowledge during our stay, but of course his visits were very brief; he came generally Saturday and went away at midnight Sunday." Summer Girl—Do you remember how we sat on tho eaiid after our sail and the waves broke at our feet? Last Victim (absently)—So wa3 I. Summer Girl —What? Last Victim—Broke at your feet.— Now Yorl: Worll. A Dad Urealc. Emma—But she isn't pretty! Both were signed "Gordon Noel." and a jealous pang shot through tha poor haart as ha realized that in all tb ir boreav.-m nt and grief it was Miss Slygirl—You'vo been practicing it all your life, haven't you?—Tex»3 Sittings.Maud (sweetly)—No, but the poor thing's heart beats time so regularly that they save dancing master's fees.— American Grocer. But Lane never mentioned the subject As for the letters to which she retorted, they all followed him east in one bundle and were sent to her unopened; and she knew when she wrote to Mrs. Biggs that, though she might have "told him all," as she said, he never knew a word of it until his eyes and ears revealed the truth that wretched night in the library where his brief, roartiovQdwom \mm mil , priviioje to be with them and to be of use to them, while he, her affianced husband, was far beyond hail. He was ashamed of his own thoughts an instant after, and bitterly upbraided himself that he was not thankful that they pould have had so attentive and thoughtful an aid as Noel well knew how toba. Yet—why was not Reginald sufficient? [ Hflhafl tonJato frwmwtfj tba an- "I will go and telegraph to Mrs. Vincent. If need be I will go and see her; and I thank you very much, Miss Marshall.""Do you love mo, Angelina?" he whispered In the silence of midnight, broken only by a policeman's snoring some blocks awav. A Distinction Without a Difference. "No. I telegraphed from West Point to Mrs. Vincent. She was the only one who knew." Better Late Than Never. Father—Mercy, what have you been doing with yourself. PccliH ami S!ilp*. now anything about I told £D:;• Ar p.31 passed out that I was not well at nil, and that the ride across the ch v r.icl had knocked me horizontally and perpendicularly and diagonally, so that I guessed I would omit breakfast a prix fixe, or a la carte, or salle a manger. I then went out to a little hole in the ftpd got a gpo4 That evening he received a dispatch from Mrs. Vincent in response to the one sent almost Immediately after this conversation. "If possible, come here. I greatly desire to see you. Wire annOL" WbitcoujAttmean? "Beg pardon, sir, but isn't that Capt. Noel's mother-in-law? The captain lives there, I think." She—Do rr shipsj? He—Yes, I know a little about them. "I do not say that exactly," she got breath enough to murmur, "but at present I am oertainly wrapt up la you." Then he brought aeveral additional arm mtwoles into play and wrapped her mD tighter still.—AlUdelphia Tines, Fritz—I just fell in the canal. "With yonr new breeches on?" "Yee, sir; you see I went in bo quick I hadn't time to take them off." "Well, please take them off now."— lUeeende Blaetter. She—Well, what kind of a ship has a cold deck, like you were talking about in your sleep last nightf—Chicago Led' . Lane turned sharply and studied the man's face. A question was at his very tpngpe's end—"You dp -JgQBPSBJtf