Pittston Gazette

              •i *• f*tZ - - P E»tabliMhed IHftO. f VOL. XU III No. 37 l" Oldest Newspaper in the Wyoming Valley. PITTSTON, LUZERNE COUNTY, PA., FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 18, 1898. A Weekly Local and Family Journal. ) #1 Oo a Year i *■» Advance an. "Where's Michael?" "Sure he's here. Will 1 bid him come down and take your honor's horse?" "No. I'm going on beyond Newport to meet the police." news. I've come to seea it, ana 1 warn you"— me. Vou can ass mm. Kennedy made an entry in bis note book. vage acquaintances who clustered room to put herself under the hands of her maid. As she sat before the great cheval glass, apparently gazing at her own image und smiling at what she saw, she was in reality gazing at the mysterious figure which had stopped her on the road and smiling at the fright which it bad given her. the police, Catherine peeped into her companion's face and saw how darkly it was clouded. "Have a drink, " cried the young man insolently "Here, Carey, bring in another Jamieson and chalk it up to yourrftruly " ear the dCxDr. OMMLmB "Just before sunset M iss Power left Newport on her way to Ballyveeny. About 7 o'clock, according to the car driver's evidence, she was passing the stone bridge, when armed men attacked the car They must have been waiting there some hours, for we found empty whisky bottles on the grass below the bridge " ' Keep yoor heart up, Mr. Patrick!" 'ied Carey as the prisoner took his luce on the car. "buro we'll all stand "What's the matter?" she said softly. "Are you angry?" y yon." "Angry? What right have I to be angry? I am only anxious on your account. " INTERESTING EXPERIENCES OF "DEA "There's no tidings of the poor young lady?" As he spoke another person appeared ujKju the scene—a girl of about 20, dressed in the short gown and petticoat of a peasant won. an and barefooted. She was singularly handsome, with bright golden hair, pale complexion and large gray eyes, but her expression was bold and reckless, that of a woman who had lost the freshness and innocence of youth Blake nodded and beckoned to Mary, rho stood at the inn door, her lips •embliug an&ii r eyes full of tears. She in up to the car, hC lding out her hands. "Mind what 1 told you," said Blake lysteriously. CON" STEVEN V. WHITE "None. " "Rest her sowl in glory, they'll be missing her sorely yonder at the castle. " "Heigh ho!" she thought. "It seems to me that money does not bring much happiness. The life of an heiress is devoted to warding off robbery in one shape or another. They are all thieves, only they carry on their trade in a different fashion. Most of them would marry mo first and rob me afterward, but this poor fool was evidently under the impression that I carried my fortune in my pocket and was determined to dispossess me of it at one fell blow. I did well, I think, to send for the police. The ruffian, whoever he is, will be frightened at any rate." "Once warned, twice armed I" cried Catherine, smiling. "Captain Kennedy is awfully nice and would give me a whole regiment of constabulary if I asked him." HU Recent Backdown With Regard to the Form of Hla Advertifteuients — Mia "If the police oome here, tell them I've ridden on to Patrick Blake's. V ou understand?" Sitting Room Like 0CSce —Turning » Joke " What's all this to me?" demanded Blake. The girl nodded and wrung his hand. The police car drove off amid dead ilence, but when Langford mounted .is horse to follow there was a general roan. the Other Way. "Yes, your honor." "You'll see. Where were you be tween 6 and 7?" Then, seeing that his face was still khadowed, she added trweetly: New Yokk, Feb [Special] — Though of special laierest to Wall street, the back down of Stephen Van Cullen White In deference to the mandate of the Stock Exchange with regard to the future form of his advertisements has caused little outside comment, and it Is painfully apparent that this veteran broker and speculator outs much less Ice than he ever did before. He turned his horse's head and moved slowly away, but pausing at the side "Sorra drop more you'll have this morning, " said the girl. "You're drunk enough already." "Drinking in this room with Michael Conolly and John Carey If you'll ask them, tbey 11 tell you 1 was blind drunk Maty Carey can tell you the same. " "Please forgive me, Mr. Langford, and let us be friends. I did not mean any offense, I assure you." - T' "The blackguards!" cried Father ohn, standing up on his car and shakng his fist. "Never heed them, sir. .'here's a rope round the neck of every ■ne of them.'' CHAPTER L yet," observed Kennedy. "He'll «ober down before the formal inquiry." "Hould your tongue, Mary!" cried one of the men, John Carey, the landlord of the inn In a moment the young man's face turned smilingly to hers. He gazed upon her with a look which made her blush and turn her bead away. On the 7th day of January, 1890, M Father John O'Donnell, the parish priest of Mulrany, County Mayo, wat quietly breakfasting in the coffee room of the Shamrock hotel, Westport, tta head waiter, Dennis Macartney, an old and privileged retainer of the establishment, thus addressed him: "Do you think he's to be trusted?" said Langford. "He may be in league with the scoundrels." Kennedy looked at Langford, who shrugged his shoulders, but the priest, who had been listening excitedly to tlM conversation, now interposed. "And I'll not hould my tongue, father, so long as 1 see Mr Patrick drinking his sinse away and you looking ou, " cried the girl, leaning against the lintel of the door and folding her arms defiantly "fcpake to the giutleman civilly, Mr Patrick Maybe he's here for your good " As ho spoke the driver cracked his /hip and the horse started off, nearly projecting the priest into the road, but while the group at the inn door laughed derisively ho clung to the rail and seatd himself with as much dignity as was . osaible under the circumstances. "I'm sure he's not, sir. Jim's a decent boy and was a great favorite with his mistress. We'll have to go farther afield for the men we're after." While she was musing thus her maid's hands were busy. There was to be a big dance that night at Lord Portaclare's place, a fine old mansion situated midway between Newport and Westport, and Miss Power was to be the belle of the evening. And a belle indeed she seemed when her toilet was completed. She wore a ball dress of white satin, with diamonds in her hair, red roses on hor bosom and bracelets of gold filigree on her shapely arms. "Catherine," he passionately cried, "if yon want to please me you know the way. You have but to give me the right to protect you." "Patrick Bloke, as you've a soul to be saved, speuk the; truth Down on your knees and askiforgiveness of the God you've offondtli. Our hearts are aching—set them at rest. What have you done with the poOr young lady? Tell the truth and save your soul. It's I my»elf will plead for mKxy for you if you really and truly repent and make confession. " Time was when Deacon White's sayings and doings were of vast moment to the public, and his name appeared every day in every one of the New York newspapers, often at the top of long and expansively headed articles. Now, however, it is different. Mr. White's name is seen but seldom In the public prints and when it is a modest "double head" Is generally thought sufficient display for the chronicling of his doings, while sometimes a »-ingle "full face" line isquite strong enough tor the caption. Occasionally, indeed, some of the journals "put up" White news, but it is no longer "good for all it will make" and welcomc, no matter how great the crush of other matter. Langford's black eyes flashed, and his lips were set tiRht together as he cried: "Ah, but I cannot do that," returned Catherine, and with that will o' the wisp friendship always blinding her eyes she clung to his arm when she should never have staid with him at all. Thus it was that the two continued to pace up and down among the shrubs and flowerB, the man making the best of his time to urge his suit, the girl listening half pleased, half sorry, until at length she was startled from her dream by the fierce scrutiny of a pair of eyes which were watching her from the door. "You'll have oome from Dublin by the early morning train, Father John?" "I have then, Dennis," replied the priest, leaning back in his chair. "''Did your reverence hfar tub news? Sure they'll have it in the papers this {naming, and ngly news it is entirely." ''What news, Dennis, my man? I "We'll fix. .uem if we search the world." Blake laughed loudly and winked at the lawyer As Langford prepared to follow Mary Carey ran up to his horse's side and iDlaoed her hand upon the „ "Don't you suspect anybody yoi&self, sir?" said Kennedy, with a meaning glance at Father John. "bit down, Mary acushla, and don t be a fool, be said, then, squaring his chin and looking at Langford: "Well, tire away What is it?" " l!ad lock to you for this day's work," she sakl. "It's me and mine that will remember it, even if Mr. Patrick forgets. ' * "Suspect? I?" cried Langford. "1 know no one who would have lifted a finger against that angel. " "I've nothing to confess," snarled Blake, "so yon only waste your breath. " l"Three months ago Miss Power was attacked, by a masked man/' said Kennedy quietly. "She escaped, leaving the mark of her riding whip upon his face. I had a warrant to arrest you then, and I've got it in my pocl»t." "In the first place," said Langford, "1 warn you that Captain Kennedy and the police are alter you and will be hero There was a knock at the door, and a voice said: •lejit all the way in the tram and drove straight to the hotel" Scarcely raising his eyes, he shook the '•ridle from her hand and rode slowly away, the very incarnation of misery and despair. "Then read that, your reverence," ■aid the waiter, placing in his hands a large handbill, moist from the press. "They 're posting them over the town, and the peelers are sending the alarm all over the county from here to Galway.""Think again, sir, "persisted the officer. "Remember, it isn't the first time that Miss Power's person has been threatened, and on a former occasion, though she knew her assailant, she wouldn t say a word to convict him." "Captain Kennedy is below, miss, waiting to see you. " immediately. " She gave one glance at herself in the glass, sprinkled some scent upon her lace handkerchief and descended to the drawing room, where she found the polite captain. A murmur ran round the room. "Why, there is my cousin," she cried, quitting the side of her astonished companion. "How do yon do, Mr. Blake?" she continued, as she paused before him, holding forth her hand. "This is the first I have seen of yon this evening. The fact is 1 have been so besieged with curious people anxious to obtain some description of the person who "tried to rob me on the road today that—that"— An Interesting Man. Yet Mr. White is as picturesque as ever he wae.\pe Is, in fact, one of the must interesting men in all New York. And if he had the strength and vitality that were his a score of years ago he would surely, Booner or later, make it uncomfortable for some of those who have spoiled his proposed "blind pool," so called, by objecting to his methods of giving publicity to his scheme. "Did your reverence hear the ncrvsT" cd the house be gazed qnietly at the dismal saltings and distant sea "So that's it, is it?" cried Blaka 'It was mighty polite of you to come und tell me And what may the police want with me, may 1 ask?" CHAPTER in. "The blessing of all the saints upon her I" murmured the priest "Her heart was too kindly." "Why didn't you execute it?" demanded the young man, with a sneer, but although his manner remained full of bravado be was clearly cowed by the officer's statement It is neoessaty now to trace the course of certain extraordinary events which had taken place previously to the final disappearance of the heroine of this true storv. "I was at the barracks when your note arrived, Miss Power, so I thought I'd come over myself. I've brought two of the constabulary along with me." The priest adjusted his spe taclee on his nose and read as follows: "Poor Catherine!" he muttered. "She was right, after all, to turn away from such a house as this. What a fool and a madman 1 have been I" " i ou are suspected, rightly or wrongly, ol having something to do with the disappearance of your cousin, Miss Catherine It is well known that you attacked her on a former occasion, and that you ve more than ouoe threatened her life. " Langford seemed to reflect, fixing his eyes on the ground and tapping his boot nervously with his riding whip Then, looking up, he suddenly exclaimed: £100 REWARD. "Because Miss Power herself entreated us to pass the matter over. She liad recognized her assailant, but didn't wish to have him punished. " Miss Catherine Power was the most popular lady in the whole of the county at Mayo. She possessed three stepping stones to popularity—she was beautiful, wealthy and unmarried. Last evening, as Miss Catherine Power of Uaatie Craig wan being driven in her outaide oar from Newport to Ballyveeny, she was at tacked by masked men, who were lying in am bosh under the bridge on the Ballyveeny road, the driver, James Feeny, waa struck down and rtndf-rerf Insensible. When he recovered bis senses, the home and car were standing by turn in the road, but his mistreats had disap peared. He drove back Into the village of Unl ranj and gave information to the police. Up to daybreak this morning nothing has been beard or seen of the unfortunate lady, and it la feared that she has met with fool play. Any person who will give such information ss may Md to the identification of her assailant* will receive the above reward A little later he rode into the town of Newport and paused a moment opposite the hotel, where a group of ragged gossips was collected. "Thank you, Captain Kennedy." "You mean that blackguard oousin of hers, Patrick Blake?" "This is a strange affair entirely," continued the officer. "Have you any idea who it was that attacked you?" She faltered and turned pale, for as she spoke her eyes bad wandered carelessly over the countenance of her vis-a-vis. His pale face was disfigured by a livid mark which stretched from forehead to cheek, and one eye was swollen as if by a sharp blow. His private office is almost as interesting as the man himself. It is famished quietly and with a raroly homelike effect—not at all expensively or ostentatiously, but in such a way as to remind one of a comfortable sitting room in a country parsonage, for instance. There are tables and desks and rocking chairs, and the floor is carpeted. There are pictures, too, and books on shelves. But the mottoes are what strike the visitor with greatest force. Some are quotations from Scripture and some are from the poets, and they are all highly moral and bursting with instruction, but they are almost exactly what you would not look for in the office of an active financier who had been and in spite of the handicap of years may again be a veritable Wall street king. "That was very kind of her. "said Blake, leering at the attorney. "Maybe she'd her reasons." Kennedy nodded and the other continued:The young man's face went white with rage and terror, and he uttered a savage oath. When it was rumored that she was coming to Newport to take possession of the property which had been most unexpectedly left to her, it was generally predicted that the local gentry would receive her with open arms. It was something, indeed, in that wild district, to be the lucky possessor of Castle Craig, with a rent roll of several thousands a year. But when the young lady appeared personally upon the scene the money became a secondary consideration altogether. It had been expected, yet not one could tell exactly why, that tlui unknown heiress would be a mature/lady of goodly proportions, with a kf*n eye, an aggressive nose and a puyt: proud, haughty air. Miss Power, however, was but tliree and twenty years of age, had a tall, slim figure, a finely formed head and face, and the grace of a lady to the manner born. Her hair w as jet black, her skin fair as a lily, her eyebrows dark, and her eyes of a deep violet blue. "Not the slightest," answered the lady, with a smile. "HasCaptain Kennedy passed through the town?'' he asked. "It can't be. ] won't believe it. 1 know the fellow's a drunkard and a blackguard, but after all he's a gentleman and her own kith and kin." "No, your honor," answered a man, touching his forelock. "Take care what yon say. Mr Lang rum, uuia ine lawyer. Mr. mane is my client, and your language is actionable. " "Silence!" exclaimed Father O'Donnell. "Speak of that angel with respect or my stick and your skull will be better acquainted." "Do you think he was a common robber?""It certainly looked like it" He pricked his horse with the spurs and trotted on, while the group behind him uttered a simultaneous wail of sympathy "It was lucky you kept your presence of mind, miss," said Kennedy, with an admiring look. "How was it you escaped scot free?" [TO be continued.] Kennedy could not repress a smile. "He knows that I speak the truth," answered Langford sternly. "Wheesht your reverence," said Kennedy. "Now, Mr Blake, listen to me. Miss Power has disappeared, and it is evident she has met with foul play. The only man who ever threatened her with violence and the man who at least on one occasion actually attacked her is the man who had the greatest interest in her death That man is yourself Under these circumstances I'm going to arrest you " "That's just it, sir, as 1 was explaining to his reverence. If Miss Power hadn't inherited the estates under hej aunt's will, Patrick 3lake would have been the heir, and if Miss Power dies intestate, as they call it, he inherits after all Then just recall what took place after the poor lady came to live at the castle. Y ou weren 't the only one, sir (forgive me far saying It), who thought her worth the winning Pat fick Blake began by cursing and threatening the lady who displaced him and ended by hanging after her and wanting to make her his wife. She sent him to the right about, as he deserved After that she was attacked when riding on horsebeck and had to ask for police proteotion. She knew well enough who was guilty, but she held her tongue, because she was kind hearted and he was her kinsman. The second time, when she thought herself safe close to her own house, a blackguard molested her, and you yourself saved her. Put this and that together, Mr Langford, and you'll see we're cot far wrong At any fate, I'm going over with my man to Blake's place this morning, and if the fellow can't give a right account of himself we'll have him safe under lock and bolt before night." Living Kent Free. "Poor gintleman! He looks heartbroken, and shmall wonder, " said the man who had answered his question "They re sayin the poor lady is lyin kilt at the bottom ol the say. " "I know this, Philip Langford," said Blake, leaning over the table and looking fiercely into his face, "that you're what you always have been, a meddler and a fool. Put that in your pipe and imoke it As for my cousin, she got what she deserves, since she came between me and my birthright. Yes—by ■ , m/ birthright) And if she'# dead, as they say, what then? The more fool #he. 1 offered to make her Mrs. Blako and to share the estates with her, and she showed me the door. Then you came creeping after her, bad luck to you; but, more power to her, she seat you to the right about after me. She'd sense enough for that anyway " A Philadelphia man has lived ten years in a house for which he paid no rent and no taxes. It belonged to the gas company, and be had paid rent regularly until the property of the company was transferred to the city. He says himself: "I don't remember how long it is since I stopped paying rent. It was when the gas office was on Seventh street. I went there one day with my rent and offered it to Mr. White, who bad charge of the gas company's real estate, but be refused to take it and told me that it was to be paid at the city treasurer's office in the future. I took it up there, and a young man there said he could not take it, as he couldn't find record of any such house He told me that tbey would notify me when they were ready to take my money. I went back to Mr. White, and he advised me to go home and wait until I heard from them. Well, I waited." Police Barracks. Mulrany, Jan. 4 "Well, the whole affair was so sudden that I hardly know what happened. The moment the man seized my bridle, Wildfire reared, and then instinctively I laid my whip across the man's cheek, and »cfore he could recover himself I was off and away. " "Saints of heaven!" cried the priest, White as a sheet and springing to his feet "Am I awake or dreaming? The butchering, cowardly villains! Have they murdered her at last?'' CHAPTER II " In appearance Deacon White fits this quiet, countrified looking office perfectly. While not specially careless in his dress, he never attires himself in garb that is up to date, and his clothes rarely fit. His manner Is In full accord with his mate up, being unconventional to a fault, tie '8 sometimes prone to uphold in discussion hat which Is obviously true In decidedly schoolmasterlike style. His plump and stalwart frame shook like a leaf, but he clinched his fist as if to strike some invisible foe. Just outside Newport the highway divides into two roads, ope winding almost doe west along the borders of Clew bay, the other turning northward among the mountains of Mayo Langford took the latter, which followed the sides of a shallow river, brawling, browu with mud and peat moss and swollen by the recent floods The inspector looked puzzled very serious. Blako sprang up and rushed to the window. "I knew it would be sad news to your fevereuce," said Dennis, with a doleful shake of the head "I'd like to ask you one question, "You'd better take it easy," said the officer, smiling, while the hoads of two more policemen appeared outside. "Shall 1 handcuff you or will you oome civilly like a geutleman at, you are?" "Sad news! It's like a knife in my heart, Dennis Macartney! My sweet young lady, the flower of all my flock, the prettiest and the best lady in all Ireland, and me away in Dublin when I should have been watching and praying by her side! Give me my Btick, Dennis—my hat and my stick I'll never ate and I'll never rest till I've discovered the villains and hunted them down." Blake decided to come civilly and ■was led from the room ill the custody of the two constables. As he swaggered past Bangford he hissed between his teeth: He Turned the Joke. Yet it must not be thought that Deacon White is an unclever man. Far from it. ills intellect is one of the keenest now operating in all this neck of the woods. He has a pretty solid grip on all affairs of any note, and bo holds entertaining views on every subject of importance. He also lias a lively sense of the humorous, as a little group of his Wall street friends found out one day some ten or a dozen years ago, when his fortunes were at their highest mark and be held a seat in the house of representatives at Washington. Three Irish miles away, on the roadside and facing the river, was a two storied dwelling roofed with slate and surrounded with farm buildings and cattle sheds Over the door of this house was exhibited the legend. "John Carey, licensed to sell spirits and tobacco," and here, as a sort of permanent lodger, resided M? Patrick Blake, the man Vhom Langford was seeking. Throughout this tirade Langford retained his self oontrol, but his face grew paler and there was a dangerous look in his dark eyes. Whether she smiled or frowned or gazed with that dreamy look which her face so often wore Catherine Power never for a momeut lost the fatal power of fascination which was destined to prove her bane. Nobody came to collect money until recently, when the city disoovered Its title and sent a man to collect. The tenant got a day to consider and promptly skipped. But bis experience with a free rent does not seem to have been satisfactory, if we may trust his wife. "Yes," says she resentfully, "be thought it was a snap, and look where be is now—no money, no business, looking for a job, and a family to support. He wouldn't take my advioe and move to where business was good, bnt he bugged his snap and stack there in that stagnant neighborhood and spent money on repairs for tbo house and didn't make any money."—Philadelphia Record. MD—n yonl Don't forget what I've promised you." He was about to speak again when the tramp of feet was h«trd in the kitchand Captain Kennedy, followed by two policemen carrying their muskets, entered the room. A cry went up from One by one the men were called in and questioned. They all supported Blake's statement that he had speut the previous day in their neighborhood, Ashing in the river and drinking at the iun. By one and all this power of hers was felt. Ihe men might shrug their shoulders at the thought of meeting the popular heiress of Castle Craig, the angry mammas might sneer, the jealous maidens rail, but once they were introtroduced into the lady's presence they succumbed as all before had done and laid their allegiance at her feet "Captain Kennedy's in the stable yard. Sir, if you'd like to spake to him. ' The priest nodded fiercely and Btrode away, brandishing his stick As he passed out of the back door he came face to face with a tall, clean shaven, military looking man who was entering the hotel In the yard beyond was |U outside car, to which was * horse dripping witiy perspiration, and pjQSt: by the car wa* a group of hostlers IM)d armed police. / What's this,/ Captain Kennedy? What's this?" erred the priest. "Is it the truth I've hfcard or stone horrible Invintionr" "it's the truth, Father John," answered Kennedy, touching bis cap "Jtiss Power wfca attacked again last Bight, and though we've been scouring the country we CJun't find a trace of her. "God help us!" gasped Father John, Vit£ the tears streaming down his houetf cheeks ''It's a strange affair entirely. We found the poor lady's cloak uot far from the riverside, and the grass was all trampled down as if there had been a desperate struggle. Half ft mile away, en the hillside, we found a small lace handkerchief, with stains of blood on It Jim Feeny says that, just as he came to, he heard an awful scream from down the river, but he was in dread of his own life and drove right away to the barracks." In front of the house and behind it rose the steep and barren mountains, leathered on the lower slopes witt} fronted heather and grass, but for the mun pan uiaca, auiny turn uare. rxD- Iween them, rushing past the high road, was the river His attitude toward clothes then was just what it Is now, only more so; In fact, he bad what a newspaper writer of those remote days described as a "passionate yearning" for ancient garments. The seasons came and went then as now, but thedeaoon's old suit continued in daily wear for so long a period as to fill his triends, of whom be bad and still has many, with pain and regret. "Do you think they are speaking the truth?" asked Langford nervously. As the officer spoke Langford listened with intense Interest, uttering from time to time a nervous exclamation, as the force of Kennedy's arguments seemed to dawn npon him"It looks black,"be muttered "Yon say you are going there now?" "No, sir," answered Kennedy. "I'm sure they're lying. They're Blake's creatures and, iu my opinion, his accomplices. John Carey is the greatest scoundrel unhung and Conolly is not much bettv. Now we'll have in the girl and see if we can get anything out of her." In a word, she came like a queen to hor cwn and reigned absolute. Langford Dode slowly up to the inn. k savage looking man, dressed in the usual long tail coat, knee breeches and narrow brimmed high hat, sat on a wooden seat near the door, splicing a broken salmon rod He looked up with s soowl as the horseman approached and then, recognising him, touched his hat Langford leaped from the saddle. "Look after the mara,"Timlin," be said "1 want to speak to Mr. Blake if he's at home." In addition to her wealth, her beauty and her single blessedness she had two other supremo gifts to win the hearts of tho Irish gentry—she danced like a sylph and she sat her horse like an angel.An eminent American artist, whole now an old man, has never forgotten the lesson he learned from Sir Frederick Leigh ton in his youth. Leighton was then a brilliant and fascinating young painter, whose future was still before him. He was at work upon an Italian landscape or upon a picture with an Italian background. In that background be was anxious to introduce an olive tree. He remembered a tree which be had seen in tho south of Italy and remembered it quite distinctly enough to reproduce it, but be was not content to trust his memory. Lelghton'i True Art. "As soon as the horses have had a feed " At last his appearance came to be so seedy that a little group of these friends concluded that something must be done about it. It was suggested by one that a □emorial upon the subject be drawn up rnd presented to him, but this was overruled, and it was finally decided to get up a mock subscription and then invite him to go to a tailor to be measured for a new Halt of clothes. The Introduction to this iaper was most carefully framed. It set Ciat In detail that the deacon's changed lnanclal condition, as indexed by his cloth- a ng, had been noted with grief by bis ,'riends, and that the undersigned 6ub-cribed the sums set opposite their names toward purchasing such clothes as would iroteot him from the weather until such ime aa his salary as member of congress hould be applicable for such purpose. set teeth and flashing eyee Mary Carey bounded into the room and, folding her arms, defiantly faced the officer JSven then she looked singularly handsome."Then I'll ride over with yon, and if it is as you say''— Little or nothing was known of her antecedents except that she had been brought up in England, where her parents had died, leaving her a small fortune, quite enough for a single young lady to subsist upon. Then came the announcement of her accession to the Mayo estates, which was closely followed by bor appearance at Castle Craig, where for many days she kept open house, receiving the calls and congratulations of the gentry and tenantry. He paused, clutching his riding whin and bis eyes flashed dangerously. That as Kennedy walked away to give hif orders he turned to the priest, with ft look so forlorn, so despairing, that the good father's heart was stirred to the depths. "Now, Mary, machree," said Kenuedy good humoredly, "I'm sure you're a sensible girl and don't want to cause trouble. Perhaps you don't quite realize yet that this may be a hanging business, and I shouldn't like to think such a pretty colleen as you was concerned in it I know you're very fond of Mr. Blake, of course, and it's nutural enough, for he's a tine, bold, upstanding gentleiinui, but"— "He's in then, your honor," replied the man, holding the horse by the bridle (md jerking bis thumb toward the bouse. "There'scompany wid him from Castlebar." vv!  Seated at the table were four men, wtth a whisky buttle. The American artist remembers how Leighton came into a cafe In Rome on his "God comfort you, sir," said Father John "it's you that loved her as the apple of your eye, and it's myself that hoped to spake the holy words tbat would have made you mac and wife." the men, but Mary Carey remained silent, still leaning against the lintel of the door and watching the fooe of Patrick Blake. Miss Power," he said, after a pause. "Have you ever been threatened?" Thr rraretl furlouslu. way to southern Italy, making the long journey from England for the express purpose of studying that olive tree and of taking home an exact sketch of it, and he remembers also bow, four or five weeks later, the ardent young Englishman, brilliant, enthusiastic, versatile, but with a capacity for taking pains, reappeared with a wonderful sketch of the olive tree, upon which ho had spent days of unbroken observation and work. From this little Incident tho American student learned a lesson wjiich he never forgot, and which went far to seci.re the success which came to him in later lile. The story illustrates the great quality which lies behind all real suocess, alike for the iran of genius and the man of talent.—Outlook. Langford entered the inn and found himself in & large kitchen, where au elderly woman was bonding over an iron pot Beyond the kitchen was s closed door, through which cane the sound of men's voices. Without a word to the woman, who seemed startled hy his appearance, Langford strode across the floor, opened the closed door, and, standing on the threshold, gazed with an angry scowl on the room within- Before long the whole of the county was ringing with the echoes of her name, and the local newspapers thought it their duty to chronicle her comings and goings as if she were an offshoot of royalty. Suitors swarmed about her like bees about a sugar bowl, but the dreamy young lady, conscious of her worth; merely smiled to herself and dismissed them one and all with a polite but decided "No." She looked uneasy, but answered without hesitation: "Yes, once." "1 had no chance that way," replied the young man sadly "1 had nothing to offer her but an old name and barren acres, but you're right; 1 loved her with all my beart and soul. " •*'' "You're here before us, Mr. Langford," said Kennedy "Well, what has Mr. Blake to say for himself?" The deacon got wind of the scheme a few days before it was sprung and was all eady for the jokers when they called to scort blm to tke sartorial  After It had been formally explained that ' n new suit was about to be provided for ? lim without cost, as a token of general onfidence and esteem, the deacon arose. Je appeared to be profoundly impressed vith the extraordinary kindness of his riends, and in grave and polished phrase, vhicb he emphasized with graceful insures, he thanked the committee. Then be entire crowd inarched solemnly to the ailor shop, where, without cracking a single smile, the deaoon selected as expensive uaterials as he could find, submitted to the measuring tape and went uwuy as solemnly as ne oamo. Throughout the whole 'iroeeedlng he affected to believe that the committee had acted in perfect good faith md that he appreciated the kindness of ts member* beyond tbe power of expression. It is not of record whether be or the .esters paid for tbe suit that was made. "Who told you I was fond of him?" Risked the girl, with a toss of the head. ' Do you know who threatened you?" "Perfectly, but I would rather not nention his name at present." "You'd Utter questiun him," answered Langford quietly. "Sure, we all know it, darling, and we don't blame yon; but come, now, tell the truth and shame the devil, like an honest colleen, as I'm sure you are." "As you please, miss," said Kennety, a little surprised, "only if you gave •s some clew we shouldn't be working 4uite so much in the dark." fiajf an hoar later the car, containing Captain Kennedy and his armed do lice, was driving rapidly uorthwardnta the direction at Newport, followed by another oar, on which was seated tha portly frame of Father John O'DoonelL Just before they started Langford had galloped away in the same direction. "Clear the room, John Carey," said Kennedy to the landlord, "and take your daughter with you. Be handy, though, for 1 may want yon." • V pepd I II ordered! Oh, Catherine, poise of my heart, my dear yovnc lady)*' It was a small, low roofed taproom with one window looking on the rear of the house. Its only furniture was a long wooden table and several forma Seated at the table were four men, with a whisky bottle and glasses before them, playing cards. "I'll tell you nothing," said Mary, setting her lips together. "If she's dead, your reverence, it's strange that we can find no trace of the body We've dragged the river as far M Ballycroy and found nothing whatever There's just a chance that it may £*s been carried down to the salt wari, for there was a flood last night, but tint doesn t seem likely." "I shall remain with my client," said the lawyer. "Yon know me, Captain Kennedy—Peter Linnie, attorney of Castlebar." "Don't say that now, for it's unworthy of you. Some day you'll be gitting married, and I'd like to dance at your wedding." Whether or not society was distasteful to her no one could tell, but the fact remains that she showed a curious love of solitude and was in the habit of taking lonely walks, rides and drives in the most dreary parts in the district. "I have particular reasons for saying jothing at present," remarked Miss Power, I think it prudent to proect myself from any attacks in the fnure."''Yes, I know you well enough," answered the officer, with a shrug of the shoulders. The traveler who is acquainted with the desolate scenery of Clew bay knows how sad and dreary are its prospects, though for the lover of wild landscape they possess a beauty of their own. . On the afternoon of which we are writing there was little to brighten or animate f;he scene. Thick clouds were drifting from the Atlantic and clustering in gray vapor round the distant mountains of Mulrany and Achill. and inland a dri«- fly rain was falling from the gray and sunless sky On either side of the road ponaed by Langford stretched barren bogs and watery pastures, divided into sections by gray stone walls, with here and there a glimpse of a lonely homestead and a clump of leafless tines. She gave a short, mocking laugh When Catherine descended the stairs, the found her carriage, with a mounted policeman on either side of it, awaiting her at the door. Thus escorted she startid for Cladich castle. "All the histories are wrong or else the government has made a mistake on its new United Stutts maps," said Superintendent J. M. Greenwood. "The official maps issued by the depurtment of tbe interior have the Louisiana purchase so marked as to include Colorado and Washington, making the territory purchased run to tbe Pacific coast. All tbe histories I have ever studied gave tbe Louisiana purchase as only extending to Oregon on tbe west." Maps and Histories Disagree. Two of these men were peasants closely resembling the man whom Langford met at the door; savage looking, unkempt fellows, with square jaws and lowering eyes. The third man was a little thickset person dressed in shabby broadcloth, ana with a face full of the cunning of his class, for he was one Peter Linnie, a small pettifogging solicitor from Castle bar. The fourth man on whom Langford fixed his eyes was different in every respect from his companions"There's more than me that thought 9f marrying, maybe,'' she said,4' and yet it didn't come off. " Her groom was by no means astonished, therefore, when, one dark autumn day, Miss Power ordered her favorite horse to be saddled and cantered away from the castle without escort of any Uind. She felt in the mood for a good long ride that day, so she galloped to Westport, a distance of 16 miles, and having executed some commissions started again for home. The men had slunk out of the room, but the girl remained moveless. "And the scoundrels who did it? The butchering, murdering cowards?" cried the priest, clinging tremulously to the poifep captain ''Bore that a a puzzle, too," replied (tenoedy. "There was money on the ear—the poor lady had drawn it at the bank that morning and carried it in her "Meaning Miss Power?" asked the captain. "Well, now, Mary, they're saying that young Mr. Blake was mad with love for her aud clean lost his head when she refused to bo his wife. " "Now, then, pjy girl," said Kennedy. ''yop oan't stop here. Out yon go." When the lady arrived at her destjna;ion escorted in so unusual a manner, everybody was on tenterhooks to know xrhat it all meant. Not a whisper of the adventure had as yet got abroad, but che groom had dropped a word to the Cootman, the footman tQ the coachman, ind that individual made himself during the evening an object of very considerable interest in the kitchen of the castle. "What are you going to do?" she demanded, raising her voice. "Are yon going to arrest him, a gjntlemanborn?" "He never wanted her," said Mary, flushing angrily. "If he ever went afther her at all at all, it was becanse . be wanted hex1 money, which was his by rights." "That's our business." A Life Full of Incident. It is only a little while since, for tho second time, Deaoon White paid up his ibllgations after disastrous failure, and he ■ now In fairly good shape financially, though by no means as rich as he oncn was. The value of his possessions when he was at his best has never been more than guessed at by any one outside a limited circle, but he must have been very well to do, for his failure in 1892 was for a cool million. Though it took him some ■Ime to do it, be paid every cent of his liabilities."No, it's mine. I dare you to lay a finger on hiin, and I'll Btay where I Professor Greenwood then seoured a pile of histories and a number of hooks Teoognized as authorities on United States history. Euch of these plainly statod that tbe territory ceded by France to tbe United States in 1803 simply extended to the base of the Kooky mountains on the northwest. But the latest official maps issued by Untie Sam, which nearly cover a side wall in an ordinary loom, have the boundaries of the "Louisiana purchase" marked in red and extending to the Pacific ocean from the gulf of Mexico. reticule—but we found the reticule wide open and not a pound note was stolen. It wasn t theft the villains were after, that s certain. It's more likely that they wanted to be revenged on the poor lady for some wrong she's done them " . am." It was a fresh though cloudy afternoon, the wind was blowing briskly from the sea and as the horse's hoofs clattered on the road the eyes of the fair rider sparkled, her cheeks flushed and her lips parted to drink in the breath of the salt, bracing air. When she had covered some l uiilos of the homeward way and had reached the outskirts of the castle wood, she reined in her steaming horse and trotted along a bridle path which skirted the woods and cnt off two miles of the road. Kennedy signaled to the constables, who were about to eject the girl by gentle force, when Father John O'Donuell entered the room and, tilting his eyes upon her, cried; "And when he couldn't get either (he lady or the money he swore to be revenged?" observed Kennedy. He could not have been more than five and twenty years of age, and he looked even younger His hair was «ndy yellow, his complexion  md bloodless, his eyes largo and bine, with dark rings around them suggestive if dissipation. A stubbly red mustache xnrered his upper lip; the under lip was ihick and sensual. Miss Power herself carried the news to the ballroom, where a large and gallant company was assembled. Daring the evening the adventure was liberally iiscnssed, but the heroine made light jf it and seemed ill the highest of spirits. one of the waltzes in which a© had been her happy partner Mr. Philip Langford, a friend and neighbor, found himself alone with Miss Power. "1 don't know what that is, " returned Mary "All 1 know is that got what she worked for and won't cause any more trouble." Presently Longford reined In his bone and goffered it to walk, while be s»( Ju (be saddle, lost in gloomy meditation. In this fashion he pursued his solitary way for several miles, ("until he saw in the distance the roofs and chimneys of the little town of Newport He then stopped his horse and after a moment's reflection turned into a narrow byroad which led to the left, in the direction Of the sea. "In it yon, Mary Carey, that would oome between a murderer and the law? Down on your knees, woman, and thank the Lord you're not whipped through County Mayo at the cart's (ail, an they used to whip women of your kind long pgo. I've spoken to your priest, and be tells me that 'tis a year uow since you came to confession, and by the same token it's many an ugly sinyou have to hide." The eyes of the two men met, and the same thought seemed to pass through (heir minds simultaneously. "You don't mean that," said the priest "1 do, your reverence," answered the oftcer "There was only one man in the county who bore Miss Power any ill will, and from information received 1 think that man is at the bottom of it f4-  As Kennedy spoke the sharp clang of a hoots resounded on the pavement and a man, mounted on a powerful mare, galloped into the inn yard. Be was a slight yet powerfully built man of about 80, dressed in a tight fitting riding coat hunting breeches and top boots. His short and curly black hair and small black mustache contrasted Strangely with his clear cut and finely molded features, which were ghastly palei "Captain Kennedy 1" he cried, leaping from his horse and throwing the bridle to a groom- "But, come uow," said Konnedy persuasively, "isn't it a puzzle haa happened to her? Not a trace of her can we had, though we've dragged the river from the bridge down to the sea. " Deacon White is a native of North Carolina, from which state his father was obliged to remove because of his opposition to slavery some 68 years aeo. The present deacon was then only a babe in arms, but mtislavery sentiment wns instilled into .lis youthful mind to such an extent as to make him a strong abolitionist when be grew to manhood and a sturdy advocate if the north when the oivil war broke out. Dexter mDpshall. He was leaning on the table holding his cards, with a low crowned bat thrust in the back of his head and a short pipe held between his teeth. Coarse and reckless as he seemed, there was something in hit manner and demeanor whioh showed him to be superior to his surroundings, and his dress, a knickerbocker suit of light tweed, with a coltarleas flannel shirt thrown open at the throat waa cut like the dress of a gentleman."There is clearly a big mistake somewhere," said Mr. Greenwood. And a number of persons to whom the mistake was pointed out agreed that either the histories or the officials at Washington had made an error.—Kansas City Journal. "Then you'd better drag the say it self," cried the girl with a laugh "Maybe it's there you'll find her." She had beeu trotting thus for about ten nCiuute« when she h"ard a rustling «mong the trees, and a man dressed as a pD asant, but wearing a crape mask, rushC*d from tha shelter of the woods and seized her bridle rein. "My dear Miss Power," said he as the two paced np and down among the exotics, "you really want some one to protect you from this sort of thing." Urging his horse Into a trot he proceeded rapidly for about a mile, when the road ended in a broken stone walL Leaping the wall, he found himself in a meadow of thick grass, at the farther extremity of whioh, facing the sea, was a house built of white stone~-a large and lonely house much stained and damaged by wind and weather, but with the appearance of having been at some distant period a fine mansion. Attached to it were walled gardens and a large orchard full of trees, which yielded little fruit. "Get out, Mary I" exclaimed Blake. "It's all right. I'll talk to them." Langford trembled, and a horrified exclamation escaped from the priest, but kennedy remained quite cool China tad Chinese Railway "Of course," returned Catherine jrchly, "and I have appointed some me. Did I not arrive here attended by Ui escort of police?" In business generally China offers no greater openings than may be found at home for foreigners whose skill, energy and foresight oount for as muoh In one plaoe as another. The great American mercantile houses, onoe so prominent, with their toahongs, banks and steamship lines, have vanished, leaving only oommlssion agencies to act as intermediaries for the Chinese and to compete with English and Germans, not to speak of traders of other nationalities, who are everywhere on the ground, ready to cut off oorners from profit percentages and by the aid of cable credits to deal with minute margins of profit. As for the ohanoe of employment under natives) neat to nothing of this kind exists. Any foreigner going to China to seek work, whether as a trained specialist or a mere employee, at once raises in Chinese minds the presumption that he comes because he is not fit to survive at home. More cowed by the priest's invective than by the armed forces of the law, Mujy retreated, saying as she went: "Mr Blake tells me be was here all yesterday, and all last uigbt," he said. The horse reared furiously, bnt the lady kept her seat and raising her riding whip brought it down sharply across the ruflian's face. At this unexpected attack he fell back, while Miss Power, applying both spur and whip to her frightened horse, made him bound for. ward and gallop furiously in the direction of the castle. "If Mr Blake says that same, it's true." The gentleman colored and bit his lip. In point of facUae had long been dancing attendance In the lady uf the oastle, and to all outward appearance he was a most eligible match. He waa (airly young and passably handsome, aould sit a horse well in the hunting field and, though somewhat moody and taciturn in general, was sweetness itself to those he liked. Unfortunately he was poor, all bis possessions being a tumble down mansion and about £800 or £400 a year, bnt what he lacked in money he made up for in descent. His ancestors counted much farther back than he could trace at all, but he knew for certain and he very often boasted that one of them was was on the ship which brought over Grana O'Mailley to tho English court. Despite all this and although she had often found herself looking at nis handsome face and nxanly figure with some degree of admiration, Catherine could never bring herself to look with any favor upon his suit. "ATlSgmM Wr of the Globe for f RHEUMATISM,1 ■ HETJ&AMXA and similar Complaints, 1 and prepared under the stringent 13 MEDICAL LAWS, A prescribed by emine-1 physioiana Bm OR. RICHTER'S flU Mr ANCHOR  ■PAIN EXPELLERM I Worldreoowned! BemarkaMy snccetafoU M ■Only genuine with Trade Mark" Anchor, "■ ■F. id. BichterAv 815 Pearl St, New York. ■ I 31 HIGHEST AWARDS. i 13 Brush Houses. Own Glassworks. ■ SS*N«*fkD Kadoraed A by G. C. Gliek, 50N. Ma n St.; J H- ML Honek. 4 N. Main St.: Farrer Lux. I *• ANCHOR»» STOMACHAL beet fori I Colic, DypejwU& B*o««» P ' This waa Patrick Blake, one of the Blakes of Ballyveeny, a very old Mayo family. "Tell them nothing, Mr. Patrick. I'd let the tongue blister in my mouth before I'd spake a word. " "Was he in your company?" "You'd better ask him," was the curt answer. The constables closed the door and stood guarding it. As Langford appeared he looked up with an angry exclamation. "Mind what ynu're saying." said the officer, with sadden sternness "If you're not careful, you may put the rope round your lever's neck, for there's been murder done, and it's a hanging business.'' "Monomondianol 1" he cried. "Who's this that comes into the society of gentlemen without knocking and asking leave? Oh, it's you, is it Mr Philip Langford," he continued, with a sarcastic grin, "and may I ask what the devil brings you so far away from Castle Craig?" "Now, then, Mr Blake," said Kennedy, sitting down, "1 want to ask you a few questions. If you cun answer them satisfactorily, so much the better for you, bnt 1 warn you in the first place that anythiug you say will be used against you." When Miss Power dismounted at her own door, her face was pale, and her fair form was still trembling from the fright of the recent adventure, but alighting from her horse she handed the reins to the groom and said quietly: This was Langford House, where the family of Langford bad dwelt for generations, and where he, a bachelor and the last of his lin?, still resided. Not tho least disconcerted by the statement, Mary looked full in the officer's face and made this significant reply:"Here, sir," replied the captain, adding in a low voioe to the priest: "Mr. Langford is almost out of his wits over the affair. Poor gentleman I It's him that offers the reward of £100. " "I've nothing to say except one thing," answered Blake. "Well?" "Leave the stabling of Wildllre to some one else tonight, Cormick. I want you to ride over to Mulrany. Make haste, and when you are ready send uD for a note from me." It was a solitary place, far removed from any human abode Although there was room there for a large establishment as the auctioneers express it, everything was disordered, dilapidated and tumble down. The house itself faced a weedy lawn, at the bottom of which was a stone well, and beyond the well stretched green saltings and salt pools, covered at highr'tide by the sea. Not a humafi creature was visible as Langford rode round to the front door, but the sound of his horse's hoofs was heard within the house, for an upper window opened and a face looked out —the face of an old woman. "I've come to look for you," answered Langford sternly, "and to talk to you if you're sober enough to listen." "Sure how can there be murder when you can't prove that anybody's kilt? When you find the body, 'twill be tini* to talk." "That I'll bo even before long with bim that gave information against me " And he glared fiercely at Langford. Kennedy smiled. The newcomer approached, and seeing the priest took his hand and wrung it silently. His manner was full of deep emotion and agitation. Then she entered the house, and going direct to her boudoir sat down and wrote as follows: After all, what do the Chinese want of the outside white racosf Nothing, it may be safely said. Nor will they accept aught from us but vt hat is forced upon them through stress of oircuuistances. Inert, conceited, jealous and suspicious, they are satisfied with their own unvironment and are quite content to follow out their mysterious way to such destiny as crumbling, world old Institutions, groping in the dim light of the moldy maxims of Confucius, may have in store.—Clarence Gary UD Forum. Blake flung down his cards with an oath and springing to his feet seized the whisky bottle as if about to hurl it at the other's head, but Linnie the lawyer seized his arm and whispered in his tor. He nodded and laughed tipsily and ftank back into his chair. "You're wrong there, my man. Mr. Langford haa nothing to do with the matter We've had an eye on yonr doings for a long time and needed no informer to tell us what you were. " And she walked coolly out of the room. "Well?" he asked eagerly, turning to the captain. Konnedy looked perplexed To Perpmnt Flynn "You heard that?" he said, turning to Lmgford. "I'm sure now that that girl knows everything, but torture itself would never get a word out of her. I •an't arrest her on mere suspicion, but I shall keep a sharp eye on her while Kindly wud m« at oner an armed patrol. 1 want tho castl" to be guarded night and day, at leaHt for a time. Ah I was riding today 1 was molested by a peasant in a crape mask who seized my horse'8 bridle. It will be as well for me, therefore, to have police protec tion. 1 dine this evening at Cladich oastle and should like to be attended. •'There's nothing new, sir, I'm sorry to m.f.H "I've been over to the barracks again •nd questioned Jim Feeny. He contradicts himself at every word. Last night he said that only two men attacked the tsr; now he thinks there were half a doaen." "All right" he said. "Come in, Langford. If you've brought us any news of my cousin Kate, we're at your service " "All the same, I'll be even with him," muttered Blake. "Now, then, where were you yester ! "The fact is," she said to herself over and over again, "I like them all so j much that 1 cannot choose one. Now, , if they would only leave marrying alone and be content to be my friends, bow | much nicer it would bel" day?' Blake is in custody." Catherine Power. WANTED - TRUSTWORTHY AND AC. tive gentlemen or ladies to travel for re- Csi hie, established house in l.uzerne county, thly $06 00 and expenses. Position stea" y. tefurence. Enclose self-addressed stamped C n •elope. Thd Dominion Company, Dept. Y Chicago w-?0-J»X Langford walked into the room and stood at the end of the table, confronting the group "Here and down along the river, lalmou fishing," replied Blake sullenly "All day?" "All day. Michael Conolly was with They found Blake outside the inn, j-uarded by the police. He had regained i ll his coolne-ss and was exchanging rCini7Yi fasts with his centers and with Having sent this letter down to her groom, the lady entered her drawing room and played absently on the piano. An hour later she went to her dressing OASTORZA. "Anynews, Nannie?" he asked, looking up. \ "H« k*«nDi rivhtl* anau to kit annaf* "Nana your honor," said the wont "You know well I've brought no H"ino insula that «lv remark about