Pittston Gazette

              4 ST A RIJSHEI) I HSU. ' OJ.. M.I II. NO. IO. » Oldest Newspaper in the Wyoming Valley. PITT8TON, LUZERNE CO., PA., FRIDAY, JUNE 8, 181)4. A Weekly Local and Family Journal. !"',»2fSCM reached the mill Gorringe closed and* locked the yard gates behind them, and did the same with the large heavy ] doors which led in to the factory itself. Then he let! the way through the now gloomy and deserted building to the office. THE OLD MILL- MYSTERY. the work from her to the (,'Wlinfl and, with a fierce wrath blading from her eyes and flaming1 in her chetiks, rose and faced the other. if in thought. Then he looked up and spoke: pulling the door after her with all her strength, crushed his arm and caused the hand to relax its hold. Then she fled rapidly through the next room, which was the outer and larger office, and sped out into the darkness of the mill. iinl shuddering, and sobbing, and calling upon his name with many terms of Jill/L NYE IN TEXAS. sight. -1 never Raw a city troubled witn such a severe enlargement of the suburbs, but now that is past, and the electric lines and dummy lines are being hanled in one by one. So are some of the houses. "You have mistrusted me and tried to trick me. You have succeeded in that; but you have made my task easier than I thought to find it, Mary. I also have cheated you. It was I who wrote the note in Mr. Charnley's name to get you here alone in the mill with me. I also have succeeded. I have brought you here to tell you that you must be my wife. You are in my power here; and if you will not be mine, then the consequences will bo on your own head." Then Mary stole away quietly from the place to go for assistance, only half comprehending the meaning of the scene. caressing endearment WHERE GRASS GROWS GREEN AND THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE IS SPOKEN. "Take care! Take care! Von nay fro too far," she cried, stretching1 out her hand and threatening Mary. By Arthur W. Marchmont, B A. "There is a limit to my patience, and if you go too far 1 won't answer for myself.""Where is Mr. Charnley?" asked Mary, stopping on the threshold when she saw the office was empty and the gas turned down. She had formed a plan in thought; namely, to try and ma'ce her way to a window overlooking the lane which ran along oue end of iao mill—one of those by which Tom had been accused of breaking into the place. To reach this, however, she would have to pass through a long room filled with spinning machines, down a flight of stone steps, through the blowing-room and across one of the smaller weaving sheds which was close to that. while Savannah, her face blazing with a light of mad rage, was standing over him, holding aloft the long bloodstained dagger with which she had struck him down. Urare Sam Jones Speak anil Clves a There is but 5 per cent of colored people here, while the old southern states have 50 per cent and often more. This is quite an advantagdj«£houghI judge that in the four years sinotrlfi vrffited Texas the percentage has gone op somewhat.Few Samples of His Stirring Style—Where "Lasca" 11 ail Its Origin—1The Real Span- Mary returned her fierce, burning, threatening glances with steady, un flinching gaze, watching every movement the other made. "II.e must have gone out for a moment. Never mind, he'll be here directly," said Gorringe, leading the way in. "Sit down." Ish Girl Dfsorihod, Author ok "Miher Hoadlky'h Seckkt, "Madai.ink Powkk, 1 By Whose Then in an instant her face changed and she began to laugh. Almost a.s suddenly, another change showed, and throwing the dagger away to the end of the room, Savannah burst into n storm of tears and threw herself beside the prostrate, wounded man, moaning [Copyright, ISfli, by Edgar W. Nye.] Hand." "Isa," &c., &( In Texas ) In the Spring of the Year. \ I have decided that without prejudice one can truthfully say that Texas is more beautiful just now than France or England. Of course this applies to the country 350 miles long by 75 miles broad in which is the "black farm" district. The grazing country and the part where Gen- iC'eps right, 1893, by the Author.] "You will not frighten me," she said, quietly. "I tell yon again that if the reason you give for your strange and guilty silence is what you really think, you are a mad woman. The proper place for anyone who takes pleasure in the death of a fellowcreature is the place from which Lucy 11 owell escaped—a-lunatic asylum." "Was he here when you left to come to me?" she asked. He spoke with deep earnestness and concentrated passion, made more impressive by his calm manner. She stepped back a couple of paces and then faced him, her features white and full of determination. There is one serious drawback about the climate of Texas, though the soil Is very deep and rich, especially in this part of the state. The climate is very trying. It is extremely hot in summer, and the norther is so severe sometimes that brass and cast iron ornamental animals do not dare go out of doors much. "Certainly he was. Don't worry yourself;" and having turned up the gas he took a position between the girl and the door, leaning against the wall. "Is there any fresh news, Mary?" he asked, in as indifferent a tone as he could assume. "You know that I am bound to spt ak at the next hearing. I cannot put itoff any longer. Have you found out anything?" CHAPTER XXV. "YOB ARB A MAD WOMAN.' ing- I couiu be such a gormed fool as to he willing to try and get another man. acquitted of a crime which I myself had done." Another plan she had was to rush away to the top of the building and hide where she could till morning came. Her anxiety to get away from the place, however, made her prefer the former. [to be continued ] When Mary saw who her visitor was she flushed, nervously, as though he. could tell what her thoughts of him had just been. She saw that he was tired and haggard and travel-stained. He sank down into a chair, as if exhausted, and gave a sigh of relief. "Do you mean that you have lured me here with a lie in order to try and force me to be your wife?" "You've not been trying," said Mary, induced by the success of her former guess to make another. "You've only been wasting the time to prevent inquiries being made. You've found out nothing, because you've tried to find out nothing." An Invention of considerable valno in railroad construction and of fjreat Interest is a new spike. WitlL the usual shaiM.il head It has indentations at the sides and liar lis or notches nt intervals. The purpose of these is to hold the spike firmly in place. When driven into the wood, the fibers, which are ordinarily damp, will swell and fill the indentations or grooved spaces and will hold the spike firnily In place. The tenacity of the new stylo as compared with tho old plain spiko is almost as great as the difference between a nail and a screw. By the use of tho improved spiko the dangers of railway travel are greatly decreased, as accidents from spreading of tho rails are said to be almost impossible.—New York Ledger. A New Hail road Spike, It was in Texas that the scene of the poem called "Lasca" was laid. According to the author of that work, Lasca was a dark eyed beauty, with Castilian blood. in her veins, while there were also 10 parts Montezuma, 5 parts Cortex and several parts Piute in her veins. She was very beautiful, and even after a week or two on horseback, with no baggage, she was still neat and trim, according to the poet Her laundress had an easy time, and bar tHIHtwt spent most of the time in Europe Lasca loved this poet who writes the piece, and once when he spoke to another very beautiful girl on the Almnn (another Spanish lady with Arapahoe blood in her veins and some in her eye also) Lasca stabbed the poet with • dear little dagger, but he got well, and she regretted it so much that he forgave her and wrote this article regarding neic. One night when the poet was herding cattle at $11 per month the Tens norther came down on the range and stampeded his stock. Lasca was with him. Her mother knew nothing of the matter, however, for she had left town for the summer. So the poet only heard the roar of hoofs and horns and heads and Lasca I In an instant the other reeled as if under the force of a violent blow. Then she recovered herself and, glaring vengefully at Mary, with a storm of passion disfiguring her handsome face: "I have brought you here to tell you of my love, Mary," he said. "Love!" she cried, with ineffable scorn. "Love! Why, . you are the basest coward and villain. I have ever kpown." But the chance of carrying out any definite plan seemed very remote, for the girl heard Reuben Oorringe hurrying after her. She determined to hide, therefore. "Give me some water," he said, eagerly. "I've had neither bite nor sup for hours, and I'm faint." "I have found out everything," answered Mary. "You she-devil, what do you mean?' "All right, have your own way," he «aid. And from his manner Mary judged that her last charge was so wide of the mark as to make him indifferent to it. The words came from between her clenched teeth, and, rushing suddenly and swiftly upon Mary, she seized her by the throat, as though to strangle her, shaking her violently in the fierce frenzj' of furious wrath that possessed iei*. "How do you mean everything?" asked Gorringe, sharply. And she stood before the map, drawn to her full height, and she looked him dautttlessly and resolutely in the face, He gazed at her for a moment with passkiuate admiration and love In his eyes, and then rushed forward to take her in his arms. The girl brought him food and tea, and watched him while he ate rapidly and, indeed, ravenously. During the meal he made no attempt to break the silence, except now and again to declare what a long time it wns since he had broken his fast. - "I know who murdered Mr. Coode— )r at any rato I know who broke Into the mill on the night of his murder." answered the girl. She ran on as fast as possible, stopping an instant to tear off her boots with nervous haste, and then with noiseless tread, crossed the first of the work-rooms. • Remembering1 that in the second thero was a heap of baskets, she rushed to tho spot and crouched down beside them. "I'm sorry you've taken it thitiway*" hi* sn.i'l, after a rather long pause. "I meant straight by you; I swear 1 did. Hut I ain't going on with it." Then is if stung by lier taunt lie said hastily: "I've been on the hunt the whole time since I saw you. Ay, and not without finding' out something, either. What would you say to Savannah being not Savannah Morbyn at all, but I.ucy Ilowell, an escaped lunatic, eh? Would that prove to you that I hadn't been wasting the time, eh? But I ain't going any further. You can go on by yourself. I'm off. Thank you for the food. I'd pay you for it if I hadn't spent almost the last copper I had, as well as walked miles and miles in hunting this woman down. You've made a fool of yourself, Marv, and some day you'll know it. I'm going. Good night." "Who was that?" "Gibeon Prawie. It was he wlio was in the mill that night." She eyed him closely and suspiciously the whole time, noting with restless eagerness the movement and expres- CHAPTER XXVL For a moment Bhe was panlo-strtoken, but the next her eyes fell on the deadly iron bar which lay on the table, she snatched it up and held It aloft threateningly. AT DAY. "What!'' exclaimed Oorrlngo, excitedly, "Xo, it can't be; you're mistaken," he added after a moment, in a quieter manner. She oould hear Gqrrlngc moving, and once or twice his voice, calling her by name, reached her ear. She could teil by the sound that he was at the far end of the first room; and she held her breath to listen for what he was doing and in what direction he was moving. The struggle between the two girls was short and sharp. Mary was like a child in Savannah's grasp, and having been caught unawares had not even power to call out. After a single effort she ceased to resist, and concentrated all her power to prevent herself from yielding to fear and from losing her presence of mind. About Floating Kudeavorero. sion of his face at the moments when he was too much engaged to notice her. And her new thoughts in regard to him made her find a more evil and villainous look in his rather handsome face than ever before. Few understand that tho Floating Christian Endeavorer on the ocean steamship cannot wear his badge pin in sight on his uniform. There is also ,\ strict law that a man may not speak to a passenger, though a passenger could speak to a man off duty and to the quartermaster."Xo, I am not mistaken. lie knows that I know It." "Stand back!" she cried. And Reuben Gorringe quailed before tho dangerous light which  fpom her eyes, and for a moment hesitated, Then he darted forward, and with a qulok movement wrested the bar from the girl's hand and tossed it to the other end of the room. "But It's Impossible, It musfc bp impossible," said Gorringe, "Why impossible for Gibeon If possible for Tom? IIow can that be?" It was a brilliant night, and tho rays of the full moon flooded through tho Ilis gluttony, too, disgusted her. The way he bolted the food, the quantity he ate. the noise he made in swallowing it and in gulping down cup after cup of tea, added to the repulsion with which he filled her. many windows of the place, bathing tho whole in a white light. I5ut this light made her escape much more perilous, and she was afraid to move lest she should be found. Savannah's flood of passion ebbed almost as suddenly as it had risen. Her hands relaxed their hold, and, letting the other slip from her grasp, she hid her face and burst into a storm of tears. "Eh? Oh, I mean all the other things prove that it was Tom. They all point to one conclusion." One Floating Christian Endeavorer, a quartermaster, saw a mail who was a passenger wearing a Christian Endeavor badge pin and longed to speak to Lim, but could not. oral Sheridan said that if ho owned Texas and owned hell ho would rent Texas and livo in hell is not the region I allude to. RAISING MINT. "Then they are all wrong, as I said they were from the first." Then he turned and faced her, aryi stretched out his handB to take her to his heart. At last he pushed the plate away from him and gave a loud sigh of repletion."IIow are you going to prove that Tom wasn't In the mill, tlieij?" Hut she drew back as dauntlessly as ever. The latter fear prevailed; and finding, after some minutes of absolutely intolerable suspense, that the sounds of Gorringe's movements came no nearer, she rose and moved as silently as a ghost across the forest of machinery in the direction where she judged Gorringe must be. Marv felt instinctively that was just the critical moment, in which the greatest tact was necessary if she was to hope to accomplish the object of her visit; and she waited in silence for Savannah to speak. As men often shift from ship to ship of the same line, the i lumber on. any on© ship fluctuates. Texas has three distinct grades of climato and soil—viz,, tho low eoast country, the rich black farming country and the desolate grazing country where the Texas long horned stoor has his home. He must save Lasca or fracture a hame strap. He leaped on his horse and swung her lightly on his saddle. Then they let out. They did not stop to gather the furniture, for they were only doing light housekeeping, as a guitar and a package of "Beauty Bright" cigarettes were all they had. Poets live very simply anyway. "That's good. Can 1 have a whiff of 'bacca?" he asked. He had risen, and spoke the last words standing by the door. "By Savannah's evidence," answered Mary, confidently. "I hare found out a means of making her speak the truth," CHAPTER XXVII. Ton SOALf. MOT ISV B TO BELONG TO A MOTHER In your sea trips you will find you are separated lik« Dives and Lazarus, and they may be decks below, but you can ask a quartermaster if there ore any Christian Endeavours on board and send to them a message or note of fellowship and lift up a prayer for them, ■'for brethren all are we."—Golden Rule. "No," she answered, sharply; can't." "yon "Don't go, Gibeon. Tell me what you mean," said Mary. "If I'm wrong. For a moment he made no attempt to go near her- UAH." "You'd let me sharp enough if you knew what I've got to tell you." "The deuce you have)" said Gorringe, hastily. " You'ye not been Idle," Then with a slight laugh, as of annoyance or admiration; ''What have you found out about her?" Of course I do not wish to say anything derogatory to tho valley of the French Broad in North Carolina, where George Vanderbilt and I work so patiently on our upright farms. I can say truthfully that when I first knew that Mr. Vanderbilt was to bo my neighbor there I feared that ho was so rich that he would not agree with me, but now I have tried him and know that, simple as my living has always been and rich as Mr. Vanderbilt is, ho agrees with me thoroughly. "Xo, thank you; not for me," he said, with sneering laugh. "You might veer around again in another five minutes. You can just talkie thjjj bit alone now." And with that he went into the passage. I'm sorrv." Impulsively the latter dashed the tears from her eyes, and turned to "Why do ypu madder) pie fn thjs  Mary?" he tasked- "Am I so hateful tq you that,whep I seek thus to he alone with you, your only feeling is loathing? (s it so unpardonable a crime that my jova should urge me to bring yow here? All my wrong Is that I love you," Just when she was peaching the division between the twQ r°°ms, some weighty thing fell with a huge clattering noise, close to the spot where she stood. It raised such a clapg in the weird stillness of the night that she started violently and could scarce refrain from screaming out- Shecheokcd herself with ft great effort, and in her panic tried to dart bock to her hiding place by the baskets. "But I don't know it, and I don't want the smoke here." She was angered at the cool disregard he showed to her intense and painful anxiety. Marv "Why do you come here to try mc like this? Why do you say such things to provoke me and drive me out of all self-restraint? Go away. If you are hurt I am sorry; but anyone would flare up at being called such things. You brought it on yourself. Go away." They broke loose, she clinging to him on the saddle until he saw that the steers were gaining on them and would soon swarm over them and tread both of them into calf's foot jelly. He only has to stop a moment to think, for he has an active brain. He leaps off tho saddle and draws his bright little revolver, which is also a nail file, •tylographic pen and shoehorn com- "The secret of her life," said Mary. "Do you know anything of her past life?" she asked. "I will not tell you all I know, because I do not wish to betray her If she tells the truth. But she Is not what she pretends to be." "You don't ask me what my news is." he said, after a pause. "Coine back, Gibeon," cried Mary, following him. But he took no notice of her, and slamming t!u' door roughly behind him. he left hi r. "Loye! W hat can you know of love, when you seek to force it with an Iroq padlock? Love trusts and does not threaten. You know nothing of love." I cannot refrain from telling you of one conscientious little Endeavorer juiit 10 years of age. Said sho to a friend: "I have something to tell you. I have joined the Junior Endeavor society, and I have read the pledge over and over, and I think I know what it means." And another time she said to the friend, "Don't you know I went to bed without reading my chapter last night, but I got up and lit the gas and reiul it, and I did not read in a hurry either, but tried to understand what it meant." How many of us would bo strvaig enough to do that? Would we not think it too late? That little girl has also conducted family prayers in hei homo. What a powerful irifluenco she may wield in that home, where the fa thi-r is skeptical and far lx-liind her in Christian experienoel— Kentucky Endeavorer, A Youthful Laborer. "Xo, I'm waiting for you to tell me. Have you found out what you went to find out?" She spoke rather ungraciously, but her suspicions of the man ■Dvould assert themselves. "Savannah not Sav.nnah, but Lucy Howell, an escaped lunatit;?" Con id it be true? As Mary thought over what he said a hundred incidents recurred to her in which she had observed that Savannah's manner and conduct had "Will you not say what you know about Tom, Savannah?" asked Mary. The man stared long and earnestly at the girl before he replied: "You are wrong. The man who haa caused all this trouble is Tom Roy- "Trusts," he returned. Impatiently. "And have I not trusted? I have 'trusted' too long, and nothing has come of It. Now I will act." She had scarcely moved three paces, however, before sho heard the rush of footsteps through the room adjoining, and Reuben Gorringe stood by her side with the light of a brilliant lantern turned full upon her white, terrorstricken face. Mr. Vanderbilt has established a very cheery reading room at Baltimore, where his estate comes down to the railroad station, and he has wisely pu£ up in the room: "1 am sorry, vjsry sorrj- I angered you. But if you will but speak what you know, we can forget all this." "You don't seem over gracious in your manner," he said, looking at her And speaking discontentedly. "This is not a time when I can keep a smile on my face all day. What have you learnt?" lance." Savannah cast a quick, furtive, suspicious look at Mary, which the latter affected not to see. "Well, we shall see. I say that I have the evidence that will clear him even from suspicion." "Why have you changed like this to me?" asked Mary, with more gentleness. "You said that it wonld make you happy to see me happy, and you promised to help to prove Tom's innocence. What have I done to change you or to anger yon?" been very strange Then a plan of action suggested itself and gave her hope. She would deal with Savannah as she had dealt with Gibeon, and as she had surprised him into making dangerous admissions, so she would iry to force admissions from Savannah by a sudden and unexpected attack. She would go to her and threaten her with exposure unless she told the truth as to her being with Tom. "I cannot, I cannot!" she exclaimed, wringing her handsand weeping again. "Evid-ince!" cried Gorringe, "what evidence have you? If, as you say, Mophyn is mad, how will she be belieyod/'' j Gents who cannot spell are re- i : quested to use yesterday's paper. : He was lolling back in his chair, but he now sat up and, leaning forward, put his arms on the table and looked earnestly and seriously at tier as lie Answered slowly and emphatically: "You cannot escape me," he said. "It Is useless to try." He laid a hand on her arm and held the girl in a firm grasp, and led her back to the ofllce. "You do not know—you caunot know I cannot." This I attribute to tho Baron d'Alinge, who is Mr, Vanderbilt's representative on the estate and a highly refined gentleman too. "You cannot! Why not? Who's to prevent you? It is only the truth that 1 want you to tell." said Mary, astonished at her answer. "Mad!" cried Mary, looking at him very suspiciously. "I did not say she was mad. Do }-ou think she is?" "*ou nave aone notning. nomine you could do would anger me. But the time has come when I must act. You could not understand If I told you. Mary, I swear to you { Jove you {yith ajl fny soul- js not a wish IfOf a thought, however light, however wild, I will not try to satisfy, if you will only be my wife. Will you not listen to me? I do not ask you to love idc at first. I know that may bo hard —perhaps impossible. But while love is love, such a passion as mine must make an echo in time. Will you trust me?" "What do you wish me to do?" she said, in a faltering tone. "I don't know that I have learnt anything definitely, but I'm on the track of something that will startle Walkden Bridge." "It's too late to thl'«k of that now," his voice was syi and low; "you gave me your answer. If we cannot live together, at least we can die together. In death you cannot hatu me, as in life jqh cannot JoveD me." "You said so—eh? Oh, well, I thought you did," answered Gorringe, with confusion, which did not escape his companion's notice. 4,VVel}( It's the same thing if she has some disreputable secret." Wo both raiso a kind of vegetable known as mint, and from this truck a delightful drink is made called the julep. I am trying to establish a Chautauqua on my farm in that beautiful land of health, blue sky and smoky mountains, with lemonade stands at which tho mint in used as a beverage. Texas is a most beautiful and productive country, and tho average weight of a Tefcan is 135 pounds without his revolvers. In a hospital here tho other day a consumptive who hail come from New Hampshire said to the attending physician, "Doctor, I hato to make a complaint, but tho fact is that the feller nett to me drinks up my cod liver oiL " Those who have used cod liver oil as a beverago will appreciate this remark. "I have told the truth. Tom was not with me. 11 never saw him that night. I did not. I did not. I did not." She repeated the words rapidly, and shook her head like a child the "Is that all?" replied Mary, in a disappointed tone. "Have yon lDeen able to find any of Savannah's movements pn Friday night?" * She went at once to see Savannah, and hastened down the village street thinking' how she was to frame her words. I Silt a bitter disappointment was in store fop her. Savannah had gone away suddenly, and would not be Uaek that night. "Do you mean to murder me?" cried the girl. while "1 did not say even that It was disreputable," auswered Mary. "But you seem to have thought she was mad. Did you?" "Not on Friday night. I5ut it won't, matter'Ko much now." "Yes, you did," returned Mary, calmly. "And what is more, it will lDe proved that you were together; and if you persist in swearing what is not true you will be put in prison yourself." "I lave you nqf, had warning enough?" Savannah said, angrily. "I)o you want me to do yon a real piischief? Go, before I do it. I won't be forced to speak by you or anyone. Go away,*' and she pushed back the chair on which she sat as if making ready for a fresh uttack. "I could not bear to see you another's wife,** he answered, in the same calm, despairing monotone. Then after a moment's pause ho Hashed out into sudden passion. "By Heaven, the mere thought of it is a hell to me. To know that another would have the right to take you in his arms, to press your heart to his, to shower his kisses upon your cheeks, your hair, 3-011 r lips, and to feel your caresses answering to his own? liy , I would kill you a hundred times first! Hut come, it is no time for talk. Come." At Socorro, N. M., there is a union society composed of six different denominations. Such a thing would be impossible except tinder tho Christian Endeavor system. ChrlHttan Kndeavor Note*, "Have you found no one who was near the mill on that night?" she "How on earth should I know? 1 know nothing about her and her secret. Hut 1 say I should not accept her evidence in Tom's favor against the other evidence." asked. There was nothing for it but to wait. Savannah did not return for four days, during the whole of which time Mary fretted and worried im|Datiently at her inability to do anything. "No; why?" he asked, glancing suspiciously at her. ''Why should 1?" He Rpoke with eager, earnest pleading, and made &s though to take her in his arms. "To prove that Tom wasn't about there," she answered. Then she tried to keep her voice steady and her tone indifferent for the next crucial question.The Sabbath School Magazine of Glasgow says that Scotland now has 43 Christian Endeavor societies registered, uid the editors know of others that are not registered. "It's not for you to say what evidence may be given," answered Mary, warmly. "You are not the judge. What I have now found out will main Tom's innocence clear no matter what other evidence may be given." "Keep away from me! You forget I am the plighted wife of another man.'* The second hearing against Tom took place, Iieubeij Gorringe being alD- sent, and a further remand followed. Mary saw him and saw tlie solicitor, telling the latter her suspicions about (UIk'oii, but saying nothing altout Savannah. The secret as to the latter Mary kept to herself, waiting with feverish anxiety for the other's return. THE SPANISH OIEL. He stopped, let fall the hands which he had held toward her, and stared at her with love, disappointment and rage battling together for mastery in his. gaze. Slowly the color ebbed away from his cheeks, and he grew deadly, dangerously white and stern. bined, and shooting his horse he and Lasca cronch behind the carcass (the horse's carcass) and expect that the dead horse will keep the steers awaj from them and save Lasca, after which he may possibly marry her. "Where were you yourself that night?" The growth during tho last si* months Inw been larger thaw ever before in tho history pf the movement. 'It in truly a pleasure after spending months in Loudon to come here to Texas and hear the English language again. Mary's heart sank then. There was no mistaking the quick movement of uneasiness with which he seemed to spring up into an attitude of C?ager, listening suspense, while the look he directed at her was full of angry and yet nervous questioning. "I have tried to be your friend, Savannah, and you won't let me," she said, resolutely. "It is not my fault if you drive me to other steps. The story you can tell is neeossaFy to prove Tom's innocence, and tell it you shall, if it has to Ik? dragged from you. I know your secret, and, if you will not speak without my using it, then I warn you I shall use it. I will give you till tomorrow night to make your decision." "Do you mean that you do not mind the evidence I have to give?" He checked the outburst of feeling and led the wav in the direction pf the .office. The. Reformed church juniors of Phil•nont, N. Y., are wide awako and earnest Their meetings are well attended ind interesting, they have Rood sociiils, uid thejfcalso have a basebttfl nine for the boyswd band for tho girls. Six yearakgo there was but one Christian Endei«pr society in Denver; now there are Yesterday I hoard Sam Jones preach for the first time I hardly know how to describe his style. However, I can truly say that it is eminently and preeminently suited to his audience. Making a telling stroke, he turns to a young man on his left and says: "I mean that we shall prove that Tom was not in the mill—was not anywhere near it when the deed wfc§ f}pne," answepe4 Mary. "Yoa sot n»e at deflanpe, the**?" "Set you at defiance? What pan you mean? How strange you are. Yoy said before that nothing would please you more than that Tom's innooenoo should be proved and that I should ' be happy with him." "Is that your final answer?" hC asked, his lips moving at first with no sound issuing from them; while his Voice at length hoarse and deep, hollow and nefveful. But, strange as it may seem, those frightened steers, that wild stampede of crazed tenderloins, don't make any change in the line of march. The poet hears a rattle of hoofs and horns and such things, gets a stockyard aroma, and that is all When he awakes, all is BtilL Of the horse that was to keep off the stampede there is not enough left to bait a trap, and over him lies poor Lasca, who had sought to save htm by throwing her slight body across his face, and so she is dead. C)n the Monday, two days before that fixed for the third hearing,Mary heard that Savannah was back, and she went at once to her cottage. "Have you po mercy?" asked the tfrt when they reached the room, pleading with him. "Will nothing move you?" "Where was I? Why, what has that to do with it?" "Jiecause as you were alDout the village you must have seen them together. Where were you?" repeated Mary, in a clear, firm voice, regarding the man with a fixed, steady gaw as she spoke. "'What do you want with me?" was lvannaU's greeting, brusque, sharp lid hostile. "If it were my last moment on earth 1 would say the samfo," answered the girl, with compressed passion- "I loathe the very sight of you." He made no reply to this, but continued to gaze at the girl. An expression of sadness dimmed the fiercei light of his eyes, but he went whiter even than before. Then a great sigh, almost a sob, burst from him, shaking his broad frame and making him quivei like a struck woman. • "Yes, it is mercy that makes me act tjhus," he answered, with a grim, short . '\Mepoy for m.V»elf—aye, and mercy for you. You cannot be afraid to'die. You have wronged 110 one in the world; your life has been full oC goodness and kindness. You will but be in Heaven a finger's length before your time." "Do you catch on, Bud?" This suits his hearers. Professor Swing would not succeed there, and Phillips Brooks and Bishop Potter would have failed there, but Sam Jones, the revival humorist, has his place with these people. "1 want to see you again about tke charge against Tom," replied Mary. "To ask you to reconsider what you saiil last time." Savannah sprang to her feet. The Philadelphia, Christian Endeavor anion has ahrakly established a San Francisco saving fund, whereby tho nembers of the union may save up their noney for the purpose of going to tho international Christian Endeavor con•ention year after next "Go!" she cried. "You dare to threaten me? If you want to leave this room alive go at once, or I'll twist my fingers round your throat lumin and not. to release them." Gibeon laughed uneasily, shifted on hi# seat, and glowered back threaten lng!jr. "I am not altogether well," he said, "I'm worried, too, a bit. You are quite wrong about Savannah. I know that she is quite respectable and is to be trusted," .continued Gorringe, doggedly."1 luive nothing to reconsider and nothing to say. I won't be questioned.""I don't chaw," ho said, "but if I did I'd liko to set alongside of you all that does, and I'd squirt about a quart of the pure umbier into your year." Tie tnrows up nis joo on tne range after he had "gouged her a grave" Tn Texas down by the Rio Grande. Be finds that he does not really know enough about the cattle business to remain, and so he goes away and clerks in a store at Smithville, Tex., till he gets money enough to go back to his home in England "You forgot If I die you will condemn an innocent man to a shameful death, for I alone can prove Tom's innocence.""I suppose it don't mncli matter to you, Mary, where I was? You wouldn't take much interest in me and my doings when I wanted you to." "Why are you so determined and so hard. Savannah?" "I am going," answered Mary, quite steadily. "Hut remember what I havt said. I shall keep my word," and with that she left. Working With (IfAullt Objects. That strikes his auditors, and they cry "Amen!" and "Glory to God!" In his own sphere Sam Jones, liko the Salvation Army, is doing a world of good. Those who come to hear him would not go to hear Bishop Potter, and yet they We making a start toward reformation. Ho attacks progressive euchre as if it were the great unpardonablo sin. He says that tho wife who allows it in her home is a fool or a maniac, and yet I am not afraid ta say that he is doing good, bad as such a doctrine as that may bo. "Ilecause I choose to do what I please and say what I please. Why should I try to save a man from being punished? What is it to me? Nothing. I tell you I have nothing to say. Go "And I am sure she is not," returned Mary, with as mnch emphasis. "Now, wherever can Mr. Charnley be? H«j must have gone. J cannot stay. What: ever it is he wants to say must wait till the morning." "Then may God have mercy on me, for you shall not live to belong to another man." "That is a curious plea to put to me," answered Gorringe, frowning. "Hut even that 1b nothing. J will tell you now, he is innocent, and his innocence can ho proved without you. You may be easy on that score," ho said, with a sneer. An idea pcC:epted by some societies ie to have some definite line of work at the consecration meeting, and then foi the following month give special attention to that work. For instance, one month foreign missions are tho special work to which the society consecratesitself, at another the Sunday school, again the midweek prayer meeting and different departments of church and Christian activity. Why may not all our societies devote the next month to associate memlDors, securing new mem Iters and specially praying for the conversion of present ones to active membership? Let us have monthly rallies for specific objects.—Herald of Gospel Liber*" "Ilut I take an interest answered the girl. pointedly; "and especially in your doings last Friday. ( expect them to show me why you take such an interest in this business.'" {She looked at him fearlessly. now Mary hurried home, and when she reached there she betran to feel the effects of the Jnfcervjevy. "Gibeon was right," she to herself. "Savannah is mad, and probably she is Lucy Howell. Hut how is that to help us, supposing she will not speak?" The awful stillness In the room, the man's moving agitation, his solemn earnestness and the despairing deter miuation in his voice showed Mary that the danger which threatened her was real enough, and that if she was to escape her wits must be quick in finding a plan. - awa\ She pot Hp frorq her chair and valued towards the door- It is a good piece to speak, and it has been one of the most delightful dramatic things done by my old friend Burbank and by Bob Hilliard in costume, but Mr. Bur bank always used it as • can opener or seater—viz, to open the programme or seat an audience with, for when it gets toward May and the audience gets to stringing along and ooming in up to 10 (fclock it Is a delight to have a nice young poem that has a great of hollering in it, for it helps to seat the audience. "Lasca" answers that purpose, but in the cattle country there is a feeling that somehow a man who doesn't know better than to try to conceal himself and a full grown Mexican sonorlta behind the carcass of a dead "bronk," so that they will not bo discovered by the steer stampede, ought to be engaged at the corner of Seventeenth street and Broadway sweeping dirt and debris into a duck valise with a short handle crumb brush. "I cannot po away with such an answer," said Mary, gently. "I want to plead to you. You are a woman as I am. Vou may have loved as I love. Tom's life is more to me than my own. Vou can save him, if you will, by simply saying what it cannot harm you to say. Why, then, will you not speak for him?" His uneasiness increased manifestly onder the keen light of the girl's steady gaze. "Don't go, Mary," said Gorringe, standing in front of the door. "Don't go. It isn't often I get the chance of having you to myself. Stay awhile here." He spoke with gentle persuasion."Thank God! thank God for that!" cried the girl, joyously, while the tears of gladness rushed into her eyes. "Say what you mean, right out. Don't let us have any beating about the bush. What are you driving at?" Then it flashed upon her that this confirmation of Gibeon Prawle's story was also a proof that he had been making inquiries; and that she had wronged him in supposing he had been merely wasting the time in order that Tom might got c tin vie ted. But the sight of her joy and the glad look on her face Inflamed all the man's wild jealousy. After he had spoken the man leant back against the wall, folded his arm* across his chest and gloomily looked at the girl. Mary moved away, and by slight and almost Imperceptible degrees placed as great a distanoe as possible between them, watching him all the'time like one watches a dangerous animal. Ho does skin alive the hypocrite and tho stingy num. They deserve it He bravely attacks tho hypocrite inside the phurch and tells him to walk out if he doesn't like it. "Go out," he says. "The devil will get you all right at last, and ho won't get much either." "Most anybody can be a member of your church," he said in Waco, "if he pays his dues at tho church and behaves himself. What do you do as church members that an outsider can't do and doesn't do? How much better are you than he is? Not a bit. What's the use of being Christian and not doing auy better than other folks do? You might as well not pretend to bo Christians. "Tell me where you were on Friday night," she repeated. "This is no time for yielding to feelings of friendship," replied Mary. "There is work to be done—serious and important work." "By Heaven, lass, do you want to drive me mad oven now?" he cried. Springing forward, ho threw his arms round her and, despite her fierce struggles, he held her to his heart and printed hot, burning kisses of desperate and despairing passion on her face and lips. "I shall tell you nothing. Not a word more will you get out of me till I know what blessed plan you're hatching," he answered, with sullen defiance."It harms me to tell lies," answered Savannah, sharply. This brought about a fresh revulsion of feeling. If Gibeon was really anxious to pet Tom acquitted, it seemed perfectly clear that he himself could not be the murderer, since, as he himDself had said, he would have been a fool to interfere and run the risk of drawing attention and suspicion to himself. "Hut they are not lies. Savannah. Vou were with Tom; you know that. You know that you can account for every hour of the time during which this dreadful thing happened, and that when he was said to have been seen at the mill you and he were some miles away in the direction of Presburn." "Hut Mr. Charnley will be disap. pointed. Stay a little longer. It Is such a pleasure for me to have you alone, all to myself; to look at you, to feel you are close by me, to know you trust me." "I have reason to believe that it was you yourself, Gibeon, who was mistaken for Tom getting' into the mill on Friday night. That is what I piean." It wan a time of fearsome suspense, but the girl forced herself to keep up her courage and tried to think how she could possibly escape. She ran her eye quickly but stealthily over the two doors to the room. There was one 'behind her, but this she felt sure he hod locked before he had trapped her in the office. The other he had locked when first' he had thrown the mask off his conduct, but the key remained in the door. On Dec. 2S, 1893, nil old woman at Locle ■van carried ta Imt grave a second time, whs in licr seventy-seventh year, and •i«d already been carried to her grave half » oeutury before, when she was a young Dvoman. She had fallen into a corpselike ethargy after a long illuess, wis given ip for dead and laid in the coffin, and it •vas not until the funeral processiou had tegun to start for the churchyard that she ,'uve any sign of life. The motion seems o have roused her- She awoke and was iberated from her ooftlu only just in time ind enjoyed 50 years of sound health aft;r her timely resurrection — Liverpool Mercury. Twice Citrru-il Out Fur liqrttUi "My Ood, how I love you," he cried passionately. "It is good to die like this." "I cannot let you talk tome like that again, Mr. Gorringe. I am Tom Boylance's promised wife." "Go on!" he said, with a forced ugly laugh. "Go on. Finish up what you've got to say. What next?" The other girl took no notice of this; but getting out some needlework she turned her hack on Mury and began humming a tune as her lingers played with the work. Next day she caught sight of SaTannah walking in the direction of th« mill. She was not at her looms, howpver, and when Reuben Gorringe came to speak to her during the afternoon Mary asked him whether he hud seeji Savannah. Mary struggled with him, and would have screamed out in and loathing and fear P' him, but he smothered her screams with his kisses. "Hut Tom is not free yet, lass. He has to think about getting away froiq this charge before he tliinksof a promised wife." "There's no need to say any more," answered the girl. "Yon know now what I mean, well enough. Now, will you tell me where you were on Friday night?" "Kiss me once, Mary, Just once," he pleaded; but she struggled the more desperately to break away from him. "Why will you persist in keeping silent about this?" I have seen no ' 'Lascas in Texas down by the Rio Grande." After the handsome Spanish Indian girl has reached 15 and eaten chile concarne and tobasco sailco and breast of buzzard with red pepper a chaperon is no more neoessary than a pocket stone in perdition. "Hut I shall free him. Lat roe gq, please." He held her firmly until, releasing her from his arms, he gripped her wrist and dragged her toward the drawer iu which lay the revolver. "A few months ago 17,000 people gathered at Paris, Tox., to see a nigger burned to death by degrees. They came on the roofs of railroad trains and rode till night. They came hundreds of mi lea without food or sleep to see a human being tortured to death. He was driven over the city on a flDmt to be exhibited. Tho mayor and city officers rode on the float. He was put on .a big platform to be roasted, so that 17,000 Christians could get a g(Hxl look at him. Do yon think that Christ was there—Christ, who said, 'Peter, put up thy sword;' Christ, who said, 'He that is without sin, let him cast the first stono?' The humming developed into a softly-sung song. Mary went to her and touched her shoulder. "1 have not," said Gorringe. "She sent word this morning that she could not come to work to-day. She is not "I cannot let you go like this," he said, his voice trembling. Could she reach it? If she could do that and then get out of the room her chanoes of ultimate escape in the large rooms of the mill would be much "No, I won't. I can prove where 1 was easily enough, if it comes to that. Hut I'm not going to give an account of my doings to you or anybody else." Then, as if he thought he could not leave the matter there: "You mean, I suppose, that you think I ought to bo where Torn it* now and on the same charge, eh?" "Savannah, will you not say what "What do you mean?" she cried, a shadow of fear for the first time crossing her thought^. you know?" very repular now. What I want to wiy is that Mr. Charnley wants to see you in the oflice now. There is something frt-sh about Mr. Coode'sdepth. I think it is (food news." greater. This he took out and then closed the drawer- Brady Resource. I saw in San Antonio a very beautiful Spanish girl—I was going to say purely Spanish, but I will say entirely Spanish. She was not related to Sitting Bull or the Montezumaa. She was a very rich, voluptuous, doloe farina style of la*y beauty, but she was not 18, I presume, and die was married, and also her husband wore a knife down his neck which held his hat up a little off his head and pricked the chair when he sat down. Tim son# stopped for a moment, and Savannah answered without look- She was alone with him in a great building, in a room shut away in the very heart of the mill, where not even a sound could possibly reach the out^ But Gorringe stood right in the path, blocking the way completely, and she could think of no plan to lure him away, ne himself removed part of thq difficulty. With another deep-drawn sigh he moved from where he stood with his back to the wall, and the sound of the slight movement sent a thrill of cold to the girl's heart. •HJne last kiss, my darling," he cried " 'Twill be the last my lips will ever give or yours receive." Professor Srnillio, who for 24 years has had charge of the government department of photography, is blessed with one of those uncanny Scotch wits that would make a fortune in the comic journal line. Shaking of the strange fondness of some •nen for hearing their 'own voices, Mr. Smillie says: "I once knew a man—a good man ho was, toC\ only he would lecturo. He'd give up anything to lecture. He'd forfeit a large salary for a year at any time for the sake of delivering half u dozen uncertain lectures. ing up: "I will not tell lieR to save a murdejr- Mr- Charnley was the new proprieto—Mr. Coode's nephew and help. Then ho wound his arms around her, and for an instant renewed his madly passionate kisses. Marv made no answer. The girl behind her shrank and shivered at the thrust. Then the blood ilushed hack into her cheek, and she bit her lips as if to stay the angry words which rose. "I shall have finished this cut In a few minutes," she said, pointing to one of her looms, "and will como "I mean that I cannot let you go from me without an answer to the questions I have been asking you for some days. If I consent not to give the evidence will you promise not tq see Tom again?" side, "And do you think tli$,t if I'd killed the man and got away I should he Bach a blessed fool as to come here and pvjt you on the track? If I'd wanted to hang myself, I should have chosen a different line from that, don't yon fear. However, that ends matters between us, my lass. I meant well by you and Tom, because you did ine a good turn that night in the barn. Rut when It comes to taxing me with murder, I've done. I'm not going to stand that, even though you did save my Jlfe." "Good-by, my darling," he exclaimed, after a minute, and, moving back from where they had stood, he freed his right hand, in which he held the revolver.Mury followed in about a quarter of an hour, but Mr Charnley was not In the ofllee. then." Then suddenly a plan, fully formed, rushed into her mind. Close behind her were several packets of cotton, and near to it a large bundle of waste. Towards this she moved, as If scared by him; and when he opened a drawer of the table and bent over it in Bearch, as Mary supposed, of a weapon, the girl soiled some large handfuls of the waste and the cotton and heaped them on the standard gas 1 imp which lighted the room, thus shattering the globe and extinguishing the light. Meanwhile the other had, resumed her soft, sweet son#. "Did this terrible punishment bring reformation to the south? Did it encourage people to come with their families and their money to Paris, Tex. ? Did it nake life on the street safer to young firls? \ V:".s "No! Itfor an eye and » Vist is not with "No, eertainly not—a thousand tijpes If you will (five the evidence yoq must give it; though be sure it is'evidence, and not such rubbish as;yoq made up at Tom's cottage." "Made up at Tom's cottage I understand you." Mary closed her eyes, knowing1 what was coming. "Well, one night his storeoptlcon man got mini.'tiling in the lantern that didn't belong there. The slide represented some insignificant creatures that didn't have any connection with the subject. Tho pn feasor; in tho rapture " ' * " to recognize them at looked at the sheet, with his long staff. are the e—these ar\ iliscntminded hesitai. mn man had discovr were not riglit, sr while the doctor, t In thought.fulncsH, turm ti 1 lt'tl in the space w. marks. A new plctur with joyful tone the with his pointing rod. then he looked thu for an instant. Hi: to his aid, and in an •ecturer pAintod the email insects which 1 ed iigain and ftnnoi some more of tho Field's Waslilngtor That's the kind of gent one hears of down on the Rio Granda She would make G'armencita go home if she were to try conclusions with her. But she is not on Indian and is not related in any way to Pizarro or Ferdinand or Isabella or Columbus. "You want to anger me; Savannah," said Mary, at length; "and if it were for myself that I am pleading you would have succeeded. Hut in this cause I have no feeling but determination that the truth shall come out. I want to win you to speak the truth for no reasons but love of the truth. Why will you persist in keeping silent?" "He has had to go out," said Gorringe, "and will not be back for an hour or two. _ He was sorry, but said it must keep until he came back," and with that Mary went bock to her no! At that instant a slight sound broke the deathly silence of the place, and the man paused. The girl opened her eyes, and, seeing his hesitation, broke away from him by a sudden aryl violent endeavor. J don't Df his lecture, failed ■*- • Dnce, but turned and tooth for a anjfrCh pointing meanwhile such a Pjmjfeitj.toihrus.tlir These are the—these QoMWgt'tfc oiffibo cot he'— he hoffnn, in the iFgro* •y but the sterooptl- hignest pra?Lp vd that the pictures  nc puUwi them i ;-fl7urpK 1 nkful for the mJWF* la, is 1 I totheaudiemJSS in t h a few profound CYou can' buy cotton lai v slid into plajfca, j#ik them \vjtli the lirst crop lecturer done over ancl over in th saying^hg|^R?Texas has 30,000,00C etDer land, anil she actual H! po ' to Grand Rapids at a pre .id somehow Worth is thC\ pre. need, 'And southwest, uuno sort.' "—KateilRavo thcclty rather an o c I'first, and she extended f V looms. V' She waited anxiously, expecting a summons to the offlcc.iiut none eame; ami when tin? day's work ended Mr. Charnley had not returned. •'I mean when you mistook red paint for blood, and a broken piece of Iron with which lie was making an experiment for a dangerous weapon." His hesitation passed as qulck.'y, and lie rushed after her with the revolver ?ointed at her, and when Mary saw 1m aDnroachlntr she cowered in a corner and screamed and covered her eyes, and waited for the death that seemed bo close. on produced in -n in Texas and For a week we h rich black cotmi ly a richer ■ ' whole world. Is and pay for This has been i peerless state, acres of fine timy sends lumber It. Furniture, "You'U have to say where you were on Friday night," said Mary again, persistently. "Oh, don't sit maundering and drivelling there. Go away. It's a pity you're not both going to be hanged instead of only one of you. If you want a reason why I don't mean to go up and tell what you call the truth, and I call lies, I'll give you one. I hope Tom will be hanged. When it's over he'll be a great deal happier out of the world than in it, especially with you," and she laughed again. "I am surprised," said Gorrlnge. "He was so positive and said he must tell you to-night, as it was important. I should think lie will he sure to find some way of telling you. He may call at your cottage." Without a word he turned to the safe, and took out the packet she had brought to him before. When he saw what she had done he held it out in front of him, looking from it to the girl and back again. She rushed to the opposite side of the room, and, throwing a couple of the packets of cotton where she had been standing, so as to make Reuben Gorringe think she was hiding on that side, she ran quickly and softly to the door from the side where ho WQUld not expect her. Tq her inteus* relief she found the key without difficulty and had turned it and opened that door before Oorringe had reached her. "Shall I?" he answered, laughing again, but now more naturally and tnore angrily. "Shall I? Perhaps I (shall and perhaps I shan't Perhaps I Bhall stop to be questioned, and perhaps I shan't; and perhaps it won't be good for them that try to threaten me.' You've made a mistake for once; oh! and a mistake, too, that may cost you and your precious Tom dear enough. And you'd think so, too, if you'd got hold of the news I came to bring, instead of being so blessed quick, think- P. S.—I donbt if this Spanish beauty will get on very well with her stage life, though she has already made qnite a start in song and Spanish dance, for American managers do not care much about booming a beautiful new star whose husband carries a pruning knife down his back. Babe? E N. came the sound of feet movtng rapidly across the room, a slight struggle and a heavy fall. Hut no message came until it was growing dark, and then Reuben Gorringe came himself with a letter from the mill owner asking Mary to go to the mill at once, as the writer had good and Important news to tell. "I see what you have done," he said, in a hard, firm tone. "This is your work to cheat p»e. You will repent Iti" he said, deliberately. "You villain! You lying, luring, cheating villain! Is this your love for me?" "That's the reason of a raad woman," said Mary, firmly and deliberately. "You have oheated yourself," she answered. "Hut I have given you my answer. I will go." It Was Savannah Morbyn's voice, and when Mary opened her eyes she saw the man lying on the floor, bleeding from It fearful wound in the back, f»t railroad cenrhat, however, mrstimulufl at jqot liyca put of "•5D In a moment all the assumed calmness of the other vanished. She tossed Just as she was rushing out of the1 room she felt his hand ou her arm. But she tore It away from him. and. Beecham's Pills with a dutak water, mora ingp. The girl was in a flutter of excitement, and went at once. When they lie was silent for a lentrthv Dause aa