Pittston Gazette

              I 1 m Oldest Newspaper in the Wyoming Valley. PITTSTON, LUZERNE COUNTY, PA., FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 25, 1898. EfttabliMheil 1850. f. VOL.XLVIIINo. 28 ' A Weekly Local and Family Journal. S Sl.OO a Year lb Advtuce COPvStoMT. 1897. BY ROBERT BOCMANW^ % Then releasing herself as the servant entered the room she said quietly: "Tell the groom to bring round Mr. Blake's horse at once." shriek and by a mighty effort tore her maiued niider pqli«» protection. Out at last, (jnite convinced that the danger was over, she duauifised tier escort and came into your head maybe that it nugbt be a good thing if you could persuade iier to share her wealth with 1 m°an to Keep uiy wora. Dublin, sho pays." "The devil go after her and stay along wid her." The coachman whipped his horses, and the car passed swiftly by Without ouce looking back Catherine clung to the seat as if in mortal terror; then, unable to control her agitation, she leaned back and sobbed, covering her face with her hiuida self Ir ssailant's grasp and ran Ami '.iD Langtord shrugged his shoulders and turned wearily away Blake fit ' h Immediately nifties wore sprung, voices shouted, whistles shrieked, and toward The servant disappeared, while Blake stood like a mail dazed, as iudeed he resumed hi r ordinary way ot lift During all this time .Mr Langford you.' adni-d to Mary .Carey: "1 II be even with him tor having me "Stop a bit and whisper, what she wants." This is I lights fljei- 111 the distance. Huttlie Langford1 s eyes flashed angrily. "1 certainly did a.ik her to become my wife, ho replied. "Did she consent?" "No. siie reiused. " arr»;Dtcft nke a dog " And he whispered rapidly in girl's ear. the was. Without looking toward him Catherine sat down at the piano and began to play—lightly, carelessly, letting her lingers wander idly across the keys. When she looked around, Li lake had a. 14 •CUK ceived bun cordially, for she(xnld not fi .Fatt as uia horse could trot Father O'Domioll hastened to the castle, and Captain Keuuedy sat beside him on the cur. uo efiect upon tl tihriekiug victim trom the his hand over her mouth and dr bt r away With tigerhke torce bh« ttirjt eruliian. He raised his t thai he had nov a at claim 011 "You don't mano that," she cried. "I do, though. " * "And what did you say?" "1 said I'd take tho money and hold my tongue." As if turned to marble, Langford sat watching the car until it disappeared. Even then be remained immovable, his face gray and livid, his eyes sunken in utter despair. At last, with an effort, he shook off his apathy and rode slowly homeward to his house by the sea. iCl, lint taw gratitude, since h had been in tho truest sense of the word her preserver, but always, when he tCinched on the old theme, she was determined. "Once or more than once?" "More than once. " "Powers above, it's a miracle," ejacu'ated the priest joyfully. "She's alive, after all, God bless hi r. and me that was fretting my hC art out for her as if she was my own fit sh and blood." - --'''id Ay disappeared tlie band away and tdirieked. "Help, help! Will no one corne?" Sho tor« "And you were aware at that time that there was another Richmond iu the held—that her cousin, Mr. Blake, had proposed to her?" A week passed, and there was no sign of him; a second week, and still no sign. She began to feel sorry, for though her heart was quite untouched she couldn't help admitting to herself that she was partly to blame. All that has takeu plac» sho Raid, "What would Mr Langford say if he knew? Would he marry her after all?" ncreauu'rt until all Lu-r strength .-eon-ad ebbing trotn litr Fivsrutly the low mnrmur • .f voice* retcbttl- in-r leu struggled and lies me more and more re solved not to change nty condition. W lu;u tho men qi ite realize that 1 mean to remain aji old maid, they will let An old man met him on the lawn before the dour, touched his hat and looked wistfully up into his face. fcht No? Come, now, didn't you know "No.' "But. what can have happened to her?" cried Kennedy. "We haven't got to the bc.rroin of 'the mystery yet." "Maybe he would," said Blake, with a savage oath, "but I'll take care he never does. If she's too good for me in spite of all she's too good for him, the omadhun. I promised to let her alone, but I said nothing about him." uttered a wild, wailing sob and swoon me severely alone." "She has pone, yer honor " CHAPTER IV laTy, nrging hfr horse to a t»ot; lut h*r etoiptaiou, r it-hiuk oa* hit hand, seized her bridle and brought her horse to a dead halt. Then came the mysterious assault in the woods, which we have already described, and Catherine's visit to Cladich castle under escort of the police. ad away "Musha, doal pently with hCDr. See. thanks be to God. she's coimu round. A little mCCrn water, l'at Mmjnanhjm. l)ch, my carso antl the ctirsoCf i ll good " \\ hy do you clans all men together?" asked l.angford sadly. " Was there ever "1 thought it was possible, but 1 had no actual knowledge ot the fact. " On arriving at tho castle they found that the news was perfectly true. Early that forenoon the mistress of the house had quietly returned home on foot, as if nothing unusual had occurred. She seemed a little fatigued, that was all, and went at onco to her own room, whence, shortly afterward, she dispatched the messenger to Langford. "Yes, Michael, and 1 believe she will never come back," answered Langford, alighting from his horse. Young Patrick Blake, known to his intimate acquaintances as "the squireen," had neither house nor lands, though he belonged by right of birth to an old county family. In spite of his poverty he had great expectations, for his uncle, Sir William Craig of Craig castle, had no issue, and young Patrick was the next of kin. The property, however. was not entailed, and it was entirely in Sir William's discretion how it should be disposed of. During his uncle's lifetime Patrick paid assiduous court to the old man and received in return a modest allowance, which he dissipated freely among his companions. From childhood upward he had been a black sheep, caring little for decent society and spending his time in the company of his inferiors, but he was a daring rider, a good shot, and he could tie a fly or play a salmon with any man in Mayo. His escapades, which would have shockt*d most people, only amused Sir William. "Pat is a wild young devil/' he would say to his wife, "but so was I tiyself at his age. Some day he'll marry tnd sober down." " I dun t know, '* anrwered the lady thoughtfully "Mycousin must have a love like uiiue?' "lhat will do for me. You knew, then, that you had a rival and that the more you could discredit him the better your own chance might bet " "Stop, 1 must speak to you," he cried. "It's been 011 my mind for a long time to tell you how much I love you. I do—you must, have seen it. Now, I'm your cousin, and all this place should have been mine, but that'sail over now, Kate, and you're welcome to it all. It's you I want and not the money, and if you'll have me, Kate"— The moment she looked at her cousin Catherine had no doubt whatever that she had discovered her assailant. Up to that moment she had scarcely thought it possible that even Patrick Blake should have been guilty of such a "detise." So saying, he strode back to the inn, and seizing a bottle poured himself out a glass of raw spirits. "Did yer honor spake wid her?" men on the villain that's doni this! Liued tor me very much or bo would never have aetcd so desperately Poor Langford shook his head and walked slowly and feebly, like a man death struck, into the house. He entered a small sitting room on the ground floor and falling into a chair 'sat with hla eyes fixed before him, looking on vacancyJt wa« Catherine s tavoric*. who tapoko as be leaned trC u over the form of bis mistress. w half swooning, her bead rusting on the heart of a man The ©id man held a lantern, the light of which was sired hm "I never gave him the slightest thought or consideration. ' "Here's her health," he cried. "May she live long and prosper. She has more sense thau I gavo her credit for." ugly 10 lay tclloSV Lai ford's dark eyes flashed angrily i uu pity tUut seouudreli'" "But alter Miss Power disappeared you went to the police barracks and gave certain information?" They wore shown up into her boudoir, where th« y found Catherine seated. dressed in a loose morning wrapper, and with her beautiful hair flowing loose over her shoulder* fehe looked pale and worn, with dark rings of fatigue round her eyes, but held out her hand to them with a smile. "Ur course I pity nun. Really he has paid me the reatest compliment possible—he thought me worth taking by News of Catherine's visit to his rival was wafted in duo course to Philip Langford. Indeed, he could not fail to hear it, since it was a very common topic of conversation. Wiseacres, ineluding Captain Kennedy, shook their heads over it. It corroborated their original suspicions, that there was some mysterious connection between the lady of the castle and her savage kinsman, whom she was now anxious to keep silent. Recovering herself in a moment and forcing a smile, she said: "1 w'ent there merely to make in quiries, for I was very anxious." A face looked into the room—that of an eld woman. "So this is a proposal?" cried Catherine. "You mean, 1 suppose, that you want me to marry you?" Fur some time (bat face had been upon Catherine's face " Why haven't you been to see me? I hare been expecting yon every day. " white &!:*' int uov llio bli e hps had turned to a delicate pmk, and the ayclids qnivered, then unclosed. "tetand lai-K, .-aid a voice she knew "Ah ha, but you suggested or insinuated that your rival, Mr Blake, might be the guilty person/" "Cod bless yer honor," the woman said, entering the door. "Have ye come back? Aud Miss Catherine? Did yo spake wid her?" The youug man's face was a study. Shame, confusion and reckless audacity were all mingled there. He saw in a moment that his secret was discovered, but he did not seem to care. Answering tho smile with-one of ugly simuiicance and glancing at Langford, he replied: © a I *| t v D \ MmM.i '-■wf1 v . i^AfM ■ jc£^ Blake replied by leaning from his saddle and trying to take her in his arms, but she drew herself up and waved him back. ".Nothiug of the kiud. It was suggested to uie that ho might be guilty, bat 1 could not believe it " She s all rig Tears of joy rolled "down tho good priest's face as he sank on his knees beside her and offered np bis thanks to God for her preservation.- Then the fervor of the priest gave way to tlie curiosity of the man. He answered her with a despairing look of his dark eyes. i?ho looked up it now 1 met the tender "Cousin," she said, "I want you to do me a great favor.'' "Well?" eyea of Mr Laiigfoid "But you believe it nowV" The reply was remarkable. "She went away without a word,"' "cried the old woman. "Oh, wirasthrae, wirasthrae! And she that knew well yer heart was breaking for her aak& May the Lord above poniah her for turning away in her pride from the best man that ever drew breath." "What ti;us happened?" she a.sked, "No, I do not believe it." "I thought maybe you might have pleasanter company." And then with a forced laugh and a shrug of the shoulders he strolled away into tho ballroom. trembling Even Peter Liauie was astonished. He sat down triumphant and then rose to call his own witnesses. Langford said nothing, but grew the very incarnation of silent despair. He had good reason to bo miserable, for on two occasions when he had called at the castle the lady had declined to see him. He wrote to her in passionate terms begging an interview. She replied very briefly to the effect that she had determined to see no one except the priest. "Never speak of this again. If yon do, we shall cease to be friends." "i was coming along the avenue when 1 heard a call tor help i run t,.r-warit and saw you struggling with a masked mail The moment t appeared tue rnfii.m vanished He was not aloue. I'll or. wore others with bun, I in suit- " "And uow, my child, toll us all about it. What has happened, acushla ma- " You don't mean that?" he cried angrilyThe moment he bad gone Catherine's Felf possession left her. She trembled ami seamed about to fall, when Langford stepped forward with an e.\eLunation and supported her. John Carey and Michael Conolly swore positively that on the afternoon and evening of the 7th of January the prisoner was in their company and that he could not possibly have  cerned in an attack which took place many miles away Then Mary (Jarev entered the box and gave evidence to Ibe same effect. "Unfortunately I can tell you nothing, " she replied gently. "All my wish now is to forget what has happened. It is over—let it bo forgotten. " chree^'' "I do mean it There arc two reasons, either of which should bo sufficient. First reason, wo are cousins, and I don't believe in th'o marriago of near relations; second reason, I like you very well as a relation, but nhould find you intolerable as a husband. I hope I'm not hurting your feelings, but in a case like this it's better to be quite frank." "Don't say that, Nannie," said Langford sadly "Say rather with me, may God bless her and forgive me for what I've done." said tbe serf cals are 111 Use woods. \\ t-U catch them. "My mou nit of puliet t* urchins t! place," It the las Before the young man could do either the old gentleman died, leaving everything he possessed to his wife except a miserable £100 a year, which was assigned to his "beloved nephew," Patrick Blake. "But, my dear child"— "My cousin is at- liberty, I hope?" she said, addressing Captain Kennedy. • • "What is it?" he cried tenderly. "Nothing, nothing'," she murmured, All Catherine s com i-wiiii d to have.fa!leCl her ishe tli-jppwi her head, tears bliuded her eyes, and pnttuiK her hand on Langford s arm she said tajutly: "Take me home ' Father O'Donnell, the only person who was in her confidence, was very angry indeed when he heard of her visit to Blake. He told her flatly that it was an act of folly. While this scene was taking place at Langford House Father John O'Donnell was seated alone by the fireside in hi* cottage at Mulrany, smoking his pipe and perusing, with many doleful of the head, the manuscript which Catherine had committed to hia care. And it ran thus. "That ruffian lias insulted you. " "Yes, miss, " was the reply. "They released him at once oil the arrival of your letter." "Indeed, no," she said gently. "For whatever has occurred I am myself most to blamo, but I am miserable, miserable. I wished to be friends with all the world, and I awaken only hatred in all I meet." Cross examined a little injudiciously as to her own personal relations with the prisoner, she admitted that she was deeply attached to him and that he was certainly in her society. He released his hold on her bridle, and she trotted on, leaving iiim transfixed. When she had gone about 100 yards, she paused and beckoned. He remained stationary. She trot tod back to Young Patrick cursed and raged for a time, but be had sense enough left to transfer his court to the widow, whom he invariably described as "the old woman.'' He went with her to church (■he was a Protestant), carried her prayer book and posed as a young saint, only escaping from time to time to more congenial society, in which he conld dfink and swear comfortably and curse his bod luck. Gently ami tenderly ho led her bock to the castle Meantime the police seaiched tar and wide, but found uo trace whatever ot her assailants. "1 am glad of that. The affair, then, will go no farther?" "Everybody is talking of it, my child, and coupling your names together. " J "ok are \e, Catherine " "It can t, miss, unless you yourself take action." storm. roguish 1* Aftf*r there was something charm- oon tinned "Did you 9ver hear him speak about his cousin?' him. "Catherine," said Langford, "there is but one way out of all your perplexity. I havo told it before—let mo repeat it now. I love you. I have loved you from the moment we first met. Become my wife." lug in the oUl days wbeu marriage by capture w«s the fsi.~:hiC»n and the strcmman won Speaking for inyscdt, I don t think 1 should C vt r surrender to "I shall not do so," said Catherine witb a sigh. "What does it matter?" she exolaimed."Come, cousin," sho said brightly, "let's shake hands and end the matter forever. !- urely we can still bo friends?'' "I did then, often. " "But yonr reputation is concerned." "1 am quite indifferent on the subject."[TO BE The commotion which follower! this Second assault was trtDmC ndous For (lays Cast It C rrug was bosiejfed with visitors, but Catherine kept to her room anrl would see uo one Tbo newspaper representatives picked upscrapsof news and-related their story in their own style. Large placards were posted over the district ottering a reward to any person who siiould be instrumental in bringing the offender to justice Upon the strength ot this several spurious arrests were made and ultimately dismissed, but no good w as done. When this excitement was at its height. Father John O Uonnell, the parish priest ot Jdnlrany, came over to the caatlu. CHAPTER V "Did be ever threaten to do her an Sorely puzzled, Captain Kennedy took his leave. ORCHARD AND GARDEN. in jury?" He bad still no doubt whatever that Blake, in some mysterious way, was concerned in Catherine's disappearance, and he was quite at a loss to understand her apathy in the imitter. He waved her hend aside and glared at her with bloodshot eyes. His face was livid and his mouth worked convulsively.any tniui on lest, he uiade uu " \ ou art "a pu /.zk Catnerine, lik,e "Not he, sir, hnt he often said that she'd done him the biggest injury of all by rob hi tig hiin of his inheritance. " "Saints above!" cried the worthy father. "Do yon know what' they are saying, that you have bribed Pt trick Blake to hold his tongue? My c. ild, there is only one course open to you— to tell the whole truth and punioh the villain who has done you such shameful wrong." Mulch the strawberries ag soon as the ground freezes. His arm still encircled her waist, and he drew her tenderly toward him. At first she seemed to yield, but it was only for a moment. Disengaging herself, she said quietly: all womeu Paris green is the best remedy for th« rose slug on rosebushes. Things were going on very well from his point of view—that is. the old lady was in very delicate health and likely to follow her lord and master, after having made a will in her nephew's favor—when a serious scandal, in which a young peasant girl was concerned, opened Lady Craig's eyes to tho true character of her scapegrace nephew. She held her tongue, altered her will and died peaceably, leaving the castle and the estates to a niece of her own, Miss Catherine Power. "1 OTj jHjee 1 am I wonder now what won Id have happened if my savage cousin hud really carried nie away? I f-nsiH-et 1 should ha'.o had Hi make the best ot a bait Hut there, we live in the muwt«veith century, uud although it s in Inland there 8 very lit- "I see. And he was very bitter in consequence?" "If I don't have you, no other man shall," he said. Orchard gross uud clover are good for seeding down an orchard. "I don t know abont th»t" Father O'Donnell remained alone with Catherine. They talked together qnietly for some time, and then, her beautiful eyes full of tears and her voice choking, Catherine 6aid: * Having a good garden depends largely upon having a large manure pile. "What nonsense!" "I shall never marry. I love my liberty too well, and indeed all that I have seen of men makes me more and more afraid. You say you love me. Others have said the same thing. It is friendship, true friendship, that 1 need, not love." "Were you aware that he had offered to marry her and had been shown the door?" "It isn't nonsense. I mean what I say." Red raspberries are the sweetest The plants increaso by suckers or sprints. "Then you are very impertinent," returned the beauty, with a toss of the head, "and you had better go back to Mary Carey." "1 wasn't." "I will never do that," she answered, sobbing. Dipping or submerging Is the best remedy Tor the red spider on house plants. lie romance lett "Didn't he tell you as mnch?" "What 1 wouldn't tell to my dearest friend I wish now to confess to my priest." And she knelt before him and made confession. "Let me speak. Let me confront the scoundrel. Release me of my oath and let me punish him as he deserves. " "No. thank you. ' she replied, smiling, "though, indeed, I like you very And you will not become my wife?" "Sorra word. All he said once was that there was a gentleman after her named Langford, and that Langford hated him and meant to do him a bad An orchard should never be plowed deep on account of the injury to the roots of the troes. With this parting shot she rode away for the second time and never looked back till she disappeared. In a moment her high spirits came back to her, and she added with a laugh: much." • As she proceeded his astonishment increased, and when she bad finished ho was pale as a ghost with mingled wonder and indignation. Had a thunderbolt falleu at his feet, he couldn't have been more amazed. "He is punished enough already," was the reply. To prevent sheep from gnawing trees apply a wash of whale oil, soap, shoep droppings and lime. A few days later Captain Kennedy ■ailed at the castle. turn." When the will was read, young Patrick used language which is not generally popular in polite circles, cursed "theold woman," and expressed a hope 2hat she was enjoying a warmer climate, and, riding off to John Carey's inn, remained for a whole fortnight there in a ■tate of savage drunkenness. Mad and furious, Blake again resortod to his adviser, Peter Linnie. "What a dreadful thing it is to be a woman, especially in Ireland, where men are only half civilized! Pray, take me back to the ballroom." It was 7 o'clock in rho evening, and Catherine was going tlirough the form of eating her dinner. It was bnt a form. She sat like a drooping lily, toying with her knife and fork, but utterly uuable He was at once admitted. Every one looked at Langford, who was white as death "Punished? He is a freeman, when ho should be lying in the jail at Castlebar.""Vonng Blake has returned, from Dublin," he said "I thought it as well to let you know in case you'd like to have police protection " Thoroughly whitewashing the trunks of trees destroys lichens, insects and peats that live on the bark. "It's as plain as a b;irn door," said that luminary. "She has heard about Carey's daughter, and she's jealous, that's all. It's a good sign that, not a bad one. You must stick to her liko her shadow and give her a hint that you don't care a brass farthing for anybody but herself. Never say die, my boy, and you'll win her yet." •"Do you know—remember yon are 3U your solemn oath—do you know anything, either from first knowledge or hearsay, of what has become of the youug lady?" "Sin, especially sin like his, Is its own punishment," said Catherine. "May God forgive him." f For several hours after she had goue to bed that night Catherine lay awake thinking of Patrick Blake. When at length she fell asleep, she dreamed of him, and in the morning when she awoke her brain was ringing with the '•clio of his threat, "If you won't have you shall never have any other One advantage of rolling ground as a location for the orchard is that it give* a better circulation of air. Aliss Power declined. CHAPTER VIL to taste one of the many tempting dishes "1 think there is no necessity. My1* cousin has come to bis senses." Patrick Blake was the hero of the hour. He had a kind of royal progress on his way back to Carey's inn, where he had arranged to resume his quarters, and wherever he went the peasantry cheered him to tho echo. He had performed that finest of all feats in the eyes of the Irish populace—he had been one too many for the police. Arguments and remonstrances were useless. She was resolved on keeping her own counsel. There is nothing that will tend to the development of roots so much as bone and ashes Mixed with muck. sg* Eg, j® * l **' - if^#' No." In the meantime Miss Power arrived and took up her residence at the castle, and she had hardly been 24 hours there when the story of the dispossessed heir was related to her. It aroused all her womanly pity, and her immediate thought was, "How can I make amends?" The next day she drove in her carriage past Carey's inn. Patrick Blake stood on the baok of the river fishing, and, bowiag «s she passed, took oflf hit* cap with a polite grin. "Did you not on a recent occasion inform the inspector of constabulary that if he was able to drag the deep sea he might find her?" "But 1 have done one thing, dear father," she said finally. "I have spent the dreary hours here in writing down over my own signature the whole story which I have whispered to you in oonfession. It may be necessary some day to produce it, to vindicate my reputation from evil tongues. That task I leave to you should anything happen to me, but so long as I live 1 shall need and require no vindication." Set each tree with care, placing it in rich soil and p;Dcking fine, mellow soil thoroughly In around the roots. The young man acted on the advice so given. Instead of sulking and living to drink as ho had at first felt inclined to do, ho turned up again as if nothing had occurred. ■ Catherine rtceived hini in tho same manner, anjp the breach seemed entirely healed. we, mail." "1 did, " replied Mary, with a smila "How came yon to make use of that Blighted leaves or branches on the fruit trees should be cut off at once and burned to prevent the disease spreading. The singularity of his manner puzzled her, so did the strange coincidence of the mark upon his cheek. That she herself had been the means of placing it there she did not for a moment doubt, and yet it certainly seemed very strange. "It's all nxlit she reflected. "My lu this pns-ibly she made a miscalculation. Two days later occurred the extraordinary catastrophe described in the savage is quite cured. " expression/" Gut amid all his exultation he waa furious—furious that he, a gentleman, That a tree docs not bear a good crop of fruit every year is not an indication thai it Is diseased.—St. Louis Republic. She waited for a little time, thinking that her cousin might call He made no ngn. "Sure they told me she wasn't to be found on land, so I thought if she wasn't anywhere on land she must be somewhere in the water. " j-'f |iiL *1-;; -x - -^' A few days later, as they stood together one morning in front of the castle, Blake said quietly: oiKiniuj; of our story The victim of her own foolhardiuess. Miss Power disappeared, with the strongest suspicion of foul play, and before another uight had passed her cousin, Patrick Blake, was a prisoner in tlie hands of the police. PEN, PENCIL AND BRUSH. She ordered her horse and rode over to the inn where he had taken up his quarters, thinking perhaps to get a glim pee of him. He heard of her coming and kept out of the way. "After all," she said to herself, "I am glad I have made no one but Captain Kennedy acquainted with the fact of my having struck the man. That part of the story 1 will continue to keep to myself." The questioner sat down, and Peter Linnie rose. She took from her escritoire a small manuscript book and placed it in the pnest's hands. It Is reported that Pierre Lot! will definitely retire from the Frenoh navy boob and devote himself entirely to literary work. "You said something to me t'other day about Mary Carey. I hope you don't believe that scandal?" "1 11 only ask you one question, Mary Carey. Did Mr. Blake ever in your hearing threaten to harm his cousin?" "Never, sir." " While 1 was writing it down, " she con tinned, "it all seemed a strange dream—horrible, unreal—and even now it scarcely seems to have happened. And now my mind is made up. 1 am going, for a time at least, to leave this place. 1 have friends in Dublin, with whom I shall be sale and happy—as happy as 1 c.ui over be Y on will see me there from time to time, will you not, and bring me any news? in the meantime I know my secret is safe in your keeping." Anthony Uope said recently In regard to the rumor that he was engaged to be married: '/That was entirely a newspaper story. It was very annoying at the time to all concerned, and I couldn't possibly say anything about it." Then she sent him this "petit mot," which was carried by her groom: She looked him quietly in the faoe, but made no reply. She walked over to the window and looked out. The country for miles around lay buried deep in snowdrift. The little hamlets, with closed doors and windows and snow laden roofs, lay like black spots on the vast waste of CHAPTER' VI "You adhere to that statement?" Mr Dkah Cocsik—I should very much like *o shake hands with you if you have no objection. Will you come and take lunch with me soma day soon ? Tours very truly, "Because," he continued, "because if you do believe it''— The nrn st of Patrick Blake caused no little commotion in tho district, where, in spite of his wild habits and more probably on account of them, he was a general favorite. The Irish heart instinctively sympathizes, in and out of season, with a scapegrace, especially if he is ousted from a possession or an inheritance. and the young man was a lawful heir, from the popular point of view, CDt Craig castle and the coutin- "1 do, sir," replied Mary, and she stood down after exchanging a rapid look with Blake. "Hush, there is Mr. Langford!" she exclaimed, interrupting him as Langford came strolling across the lawn. Cathkhi.nk Power. She looked u;D rind met the fender eyes o' The Magistrates were puzzled. Not that tncy attached any serious importance to the evidence for the defense. In that part of Ireland perjury is so common among the lovter classes that it is frequently the custom not to swear certain witnesses at all, and the impression'" in this case was that if Blake was guilty the persons brought forward to prove an alibi were simply his confederates. But in point of fact there was no real evidence whatever against the prisoner, and the magistrates were ut a loss what to do. The French academy is to welcome a new immortal in Andre Theuriet. This latest literary star to bu included In the galaxy of the famous "forty" has been styled as 'one of the gentlest spirits thai survived the bankruptcy of romanticism." The young man tore up the letter. white. Mr. Lumjlord. which being set before her. When tho priest entered the room, she rose and held forth both her hands. The next day he was in Castlebar. where he had a long talk with Peter Linnie. That worthy gave him very sensible advice, pointing out to him that in all possibility he was missing a great chance. Why shouldn't he capture the heiress and her money by honorable marriage and so make odd things or en? The two men lunched with her that day, and we fear she played one off against the other. Scarcely a soul was to be seen abroad, for already walking was dangerous, and still the snow was falling fast. Th«y were a curions contrast—Blake, handsome, sullen and savage, like a good looking cab only half tamed to I "Oh, Father John, 1 am so glad vou have come," she said, and then sh« sank into her chair again and burst in- On the front of the new National Academy of Design in New York seven great tablets have been reserved for those names which hold a supreme place in the world's history of art. The names selected are: Phidias, Giotto, Kaphael, Michael Angelo, Titian. Durer and Velasquez- "I gliall not be able to leave tbe house today," said Catherine to herself, and at the thought she did not feel altogether sorry. The idea of walking abroad in daylight, escorted by armed police, was by no means pleasant to her. The good priest gave her his blessing and departed, tubing with him the manuscript which she had written. to tears. ut e.»tat( s wm Next day all was commotiou at Craig castle, for its mistress was preparing to go away. She spent the morning in arranging domestic affairs and dismissing with a liberal bonas the chief members of her establishment The castle was to remain under the charge of her housekeeper and one or two servants, and the coachman and one she retained to look after the stables. By the afternoon all preparations were completed, Catherine s heavy irggage dispatched by car to West port, and arrangements made for Catherine herself and her maid to be driven earlv next morning to the railwuy station ot the same town. The priest wns rather taken aba'-k. He could not bear to see a woman cry. He patted her bead as if she had been a child and said: x But. the arrest having been made, the authorities were still placed between the hurus of a dilemma. "She's a handsome woman," said the lawyer, "and all the meu are after her. Spake up to her like a gentleman and I'll lay odds on she'll have you." For a whole week, therefore, she remained a prisoner. At the end of that time a rapid tliaw set in. The snow dissolved and disappeared, leaving to the view a stretch of black bog land, dotted with dripping thatched cabins and oozy with the recent fallen rain. Tin re was no absolute proof that a senoua crime had been committed, no absolute proof that Miss Power was either living or dead To establish a charge of murder it was absolutely necessary to show that sum ft one had been murdered, and how was it possible to do that under the circumstances? Mr. .Tohn Payne, the translator of the ''Arabian Nights," has completed a metrical translation of all of Omar Khayyam's quatrain, nearly flno in number, which will be printed (or the Villon society. Three-quarters of the work has never been turned into English before. "My dear Miss Power, where is all your spirit, my child?" They crowed the road together. At this point Captain Kennedy asked for a remand, stating that by information in his possession, but as yet incomplete, he hoped in a week's time to bring forward satisfactory evidence of the prisoner's guilt. While tho magistrates were still hesitating and consulting how to proceed a man entered the court and handed a letter to Mr Lang- had been arrested and cast in durance vile like a common felon, furious with the examination which had exposed his relations with Mary Carey, and furious above all with Langlord, whom he persisted in regarding as the prime mover in the whole affair. The result of this advice was that £lake dressed himself in his best, stark £ flower in his coat, mounted his horse, and rode off to Castle Craig. Thus smartened up, he was a strapping young fellow, handsome enough to catch any woman's eye. "Oh, I have none," returned Catherine. dryiug her eyes and tlu.-hiug crimson, as if ashamed of her own weakness. "They have taken that all out of nie. I would rather be a beggar than lead a life like this." Panting, after her long confinement, for a breath of fresh air, Catherine put on her bat and cloak one evening and walked in the shrubberies surrounding the castle. The boughs of the trees were dripping, and the ground was spongy, but the air revived her and strengtheneo the courage which a week of quietness bad brought. It made her form a resolution to walk daily in the grounds until such time as sbe oould shako off the shackles of the police and drive abroad THE HORSE SHOW. J Brought up before tho magistrates at Newport, Patrick Blake was charged He flew to his usual remedy, the whisky bottle, for consolation For several nights he never went sober to bed, and indeed he never went to bed at all —till ho was carried. The priest looked at-hor keenly. "You would change your mind, mv child, if you found that your fortuno was really gone," "on suspicion" of having abducted and made away with Miss Catherine Power of Craig castle and with having on a former occasion offered her personal violence. Aloidalla, has won (16,088 In three years' campaigning. He was shown np into the drawing ?pom, where he waited scowling and trembling, for he was not much used to fine society. A few minutes later a beautiful young woman, with a smile like a May morning, entered and made him welcome, greeting him like an old friend. Being in her heart very sorry for him, she was full of sympathy and effusion, and he went away strongly convinced that she would be an ea*y conquest. ford Daisy Wilson, 2:12)4, the midget paoer, is to become a guldeless performer. "We have decided to remand the prisoner for a week, " said the presiding magistrate, "but we will accept moderate bail for his appearau'Ce. " "Nay, lather Say rather I should live to bless the lips which have told nifi the good news. What happiness has money brought to me? Before I came here 1 was allowed to live in peace, I could accept friendship when it was offered to me, 1 could believe in disinterested love Smco 1 became an heiress— Sh» hrid just diced m solitary stuta, when a servant brought in a letter. Colonel Kuser's (2:11 \£) Austrian owner has sent him to Italy to be wintered. On the fourth day after his liberation. as ho sat moodily outside the inn with no other company than his own thoughts, he was astonished by an apparitiou. A car drawn by two handsome chestnuts drove up and deposited the tair form of Miss Catherine Power. "Mr. Langford s waiting at the door, my lady. He usked me to give you this and get your answer." Kent Young, by Colonel Young, who made a pacing record of 2:18the past season, is to be shifted to the trot. Peter Linnie, who appeared for the prisoner; laughed tho charge to scorn. It was absurd, he said, to connect his client with the crime, which had never in all probability been committed and Then an extraordinary incident occurred.•still very pale and now greatly excited, Air l.augford rose up, holding m his hand the letter which ho had just She opeued the letter and read as follows : Patchen Boy, by Wilkes Boy, whosoored a 3-year-old pacing record of 9:10X the past season, will not be raoed In 1898. A beautifulyoung woman entered. =~ good behavior; Langford, with his calm, rl«\r cut. fane his courteous smile and his dark, passionate eyes. When Catherine l(X)k( d at the former, her expression was merry, kind and almost maternal. When she turned her eyes on Langford, the expression grew grave and dreamy. One evening about a fortnight from the time w heu this resolution was formed she left the house to take her customary walk in the grounds. It was' not late, but the days were short, and. 11 f,he left the house she saw that a star was already glimmering beyond the peak of a distant bill and that night was beginning to fall. The sky was of a bluish gray, flecked here and there with floating mist, which settled in little clouds upon the hilltops, and tile wind which touched her cheek was like in icy hand alone. of which, at any rate, there was no proof whatever As to the second count, it was even more ridiculous, seeing that Blake and his cousin, shortly alter he was .supposed to have attend her personal violence, were on excellent terms. "I am glad 1 have found you, " she said quietly "1 wish particularly to talk to von." Vou are going nwny. For God's sake, let me BID«ak to you tor one moment before you go. Ruby, 2:18, who was responsible for the Oakland Baron imbroglio at Columbus last August, Is to race on the grand circuit again next year. only 16 months ag-i—I have been the victim of two personal assaults; 1 have had to listen to fulsome professions of love when 1 have known that thewovdij have been prompted only by a groed of gain. The heiress, not Catherine Power, has been lett-d all round. 1 cannot even rest in tied unless poiicemen guard my doors. Oh, Father John, can you not believe, do not you see that the poorest peasant on my estate is happier than 1 am?" received. Pale and trembling, yet quite oollect- Kl. she wrote on the back of the letter in pencil: For a little time after that Blake was a constant visitor at the castle, and being of good family he had no difliculty in getting invitations to other bounty houses where Catherine was a frequent guest. He neglected his wild companions, paid strict attention to liis wardrobe, and altogether seemed a reformed character. His cousin gave bim every encouragement. He rode with her, danced with her and was constantly near her. "One moment, if you please," be said. "I must ank you to discharge tho prisoner at once. 1 hold in my hand the proof of his complete innocenco. " He rose with a curious look, something between a smile and a scowl, and replied: King Chimes, who trotted to a reoord of 2:14 last season with an immense loud of weight on each front foot, is now pacing fast with a six ounce shoe. I wish to m* tio one. If you have any regard or reap«ct left for me, you will go away as you came. 1 uii going away, as you say, and It U my prayer that we should never meet again. Captain Kennedy proved, however, that the missing lady had gone about iti bodily tear of her cousin and had asked for polico protection. He also produced the cloak and blocd stained haudkerchief which had teen found near the siiot of the assaiC It. aud they were ideu-11lied as the property of Miss Power. A murmur of amazement went round "As you please. Shall we talk here or will you go inside?" "Is any one there?" the room. "Tho proof? What proof?" asked the magistrate. The old hero Jerome Eddy, £ :18M, now 22, was recently sold at auotion for $105 to W. B. Carpenter, Matunuck, R. I., who, it is to be hoiDcd, will prove n kind master. Langford was the first to leave. When he had gone, Blake, who had taken rather too much wine, snarled savagely: She inclosed the letter in a fresh envelope, which she sealed and handed to the servant "A letter from the person chiefly concerned." 'Only Alary Carey " "Then we 11 talk outside. Come with me to the river bank." "Give that to Mr. Langford," she said, "and on no account let him enter the house." Tom tiillig, whocrcuied a sensation by trotting in - :3TK as u yearling In 18U2, breaking the New England record, finally entered the 2:30 list In 1SU7 with a reoord of 2:26^. "I hate that fellow. He's as sly as a fox and as cold blooded as a stoat." "Of whom are yoti speaking?" "Of MiDs Catherine Power " The murmur grew to a roar. They crossed the road together and remaiued some time in earnest conversation. out of earshot of the driver of the car As the conversation proceeded Blake seemed to be speaking angrily and fiercely, while Catherine pleaded to hiui in dumb show. The jxjlice, patrolling before the saluted as she paused by and punched her disappear among the trees i~W'the park. During the delivery of this speech the priest had watched the girl keenly When she jiaused, with flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes, he looked more intently into her face and said quietly: The car driver, Feeny, testified to tho assault itself on the momentous evening; but, cross examined by Linnie, he was unable to swear positively as to tho number or appearance of the assailants immediately on their reappearance he had been knocked down aud ' "She's rours for the asking," raid Peter Linnle, when the squireen report- Ad progress. "He is my very good friend," sail Catherine, "and 1 must ask you not t abuse him." "Miss Power," proceeded Langford, "is alive and perfectly well, and it is her wish that Mr. Blake should be at oueu set at liberty. " Early the next morning she left the oastle in an open car drawn by two horses and driven by a new coachman, whom she had engaged temporarily in place of James Feeny. (July her maid went with her. and the servants, by whom she was adored, crowded at the door to bid her goodby. Ed L. Teed, Hutchinson, Kan., former owner of Arkalon, 2:16, hat. a brother to Ironquill (8), 2:82)4, by Kankakee 6204, that he expects to take a low mark as a trotter when matured. Blake himself was not so sure. He had many rivals, some young like him •elf, others of maturer age and ampler fortune, and Catherine was civil to them all. The man he thought most dangerous was Philip Langtord, who yras certainly a great favorite with his pousin. " You mean your sweetheart," cried Blake, forgetting himself in his fury of jealousy. She had walked for about ten ininntes, choosing a narrow pathway, and was about to turn into an avenue of beech trees when there was a rustling and seuflling among the boughs. She started A man whose lace was averted from ber was emerging from the denso "I've.spoken to at tho bottom of think he'll troubl* the blackguard who"1 a ill this, and 1 don't vou any more. ** lie handed up the letter, which ran as follows: At last they returned. Blake's pale face looked bright and triumphant, while Catherine's was blotted with tears Ho assisted her on to the car and raised his bat with a grin "I mean nothing of the kind, but even if it were so it would be no concern of yours." "What do you mean?" a ski d Cath rent 1 insensible On his recoverv he Crosccus, 2:1 lJi, the phenomenal 8-yearoUl, who was forced into retirement by a curb last soaDon before his campaign was D,ir. has entirely recovered trout his ail■ nt and is son ml and in good sliapo. erme, opening her eyC bad distinctly heard his mistress' voice To Mr- Ijuipford Oblige nu by informing the magistrates at Newport that 1 am Bute at home in Craig cas "Poor ladyl" said the housekeeper. "She's heartbroken entirely, and no "Wouldn't it, by !" exclaimed^ the young man, utterly losing his self control. "Rememberwhat I told you." I mean your rapscallion of a cousin screaming tor help some distance away, tie and tliat the inquiry into ciy taie need no no further Hequest them to rt-leane uiy eoua in troju custody without an instant's delay. 1 have no charge to make against any one brushwood throngh which she bad first ance ho had driven off to give the alarm "Then if is a bargain'/" she said anxiously "1 have your promise?" wonder." Be had almost forgotten the money prize in the personal fascination of the heiress. Her bold, frank manners, just touched with feminine tenderness, made havoc with his impetuous heart. He was tormented with jealousy whenever another man ipproached her, and Cath- Ene, being a very woman, loved to fan i flame. passed. suspected him all along, so I drovo over to hun last night and gave him a bit of my mind tiu was for denying everything at first, but at last 1 got it out of bim." . • to the pohct It was a beautiful winter morning, the sun was shining brightly, and the grass and trees were sparkling through silver hoar frost. Inland rose the mountains and southward shone the placid waters of Clew bay. As she drove through the demesne to the lodge gate Catherine looked on the quiet scene with si leu t tears. She had grown to love the place, and her heart ached to leave it Pale with indignation, Catherine prepared to leave the room, but before sbei could do so Blake sprang up and closed tbe door. " Why, he has no right to be here," thought Catherine. Then she asked: Among the witnesses called was Mr Langford, who seemed greatly annoyed aud grieved at being questioned nt all. whatever C'AIIIgKIVK |'o» til "Oh. yes," he answered, "mum's the word, cousin. Keep your promise and I'll keep mine," 7 for Over SI ALL |pr *of the Globe for f rheumatism! 9 NEUBALMA and similar Complaints, I and prepared under the stringent MEDICAL LAWS,^ presoribed by emine' tpbysiciansr^^S Km DR. RICHTER'S (MM W" ANCHOR "*33 [PAIN EXPELLER1 I World rentfwned! Remarkably successful I 1 ■Only genuine with Trade Mark " Anchor,'' H ■ P. Ad. BlcMerAvli., 815 Pearl St., New York. I 1 31 HIGHEST AWARDS. 1 13 Branch Honses. Own Glassworks. ■ Rodoned A by (i. C. Oliek. SON. Ma'n St.: J. H- N. Main St.: I "ANCHOR" STOMACHAL beet fori The new* came like a thunderclap on all concerned-. "Parturitint montes et " What are you doing here? This part of the park is quite private. If you want the bouse, it lies in that direction, and that is the jDathway to the He stood with his hands in his pock- "Once more I ask you, will you marry me?" he cried, facing her. He cot pressed tear of hercousju oi had identified him as the author of the lirst attack, he answered with some reluctance in the affirmative. His evidence, however, naseitur ruliculus mus." Instead of lying dead in soine unkuowu spot at tho bottom of the sea thy missing heiress, after an absence of four days and nights, was seated quietly at homo. There could be no douK about it—the letter was in her handwriting Strangest of ail, she offered no explanation of what had occurred and proffer**! no ac ets, whistling and laughing as he watched tho car driven rapidly away. The sound of a footstep made him turn, nud he encountered the eyes of Mary Carey. The girl's face was pale with passion and her voice trembled as she "He did much the sfim J lied tilt; prn.H "He (iimnl u ill i put thechwrch's iitmthcnia cDn iiin. | and told him 1 t( umkiD th | lint to hold him or Mary (. ! fore 1 1« f t ht " rc She looked him from bead to foott with a gaze so cool, so contemptuous, that the hot blood mounted to his face. Then, without replying, the quietly touched the bell. road.' ;(1 swor At last one day when they were riding Side by side through the woods he •poke oat Thug addressed, the man half turned toward her, touched his hat and moved ju in the direction of the castle. county too rev. and lDt seemed of very little importance until Peter Liimie i\*Ce to cross examine linn. Catherine moved on, too, paring the long beech avenue with erect head and Rpriuging step. About a quarter of fu) bour later, however, she was again, startled, again the trees rustled, and pudilenty she saw a man, wearing a molest you ami to make (_'w his woru never to "Lome uoW, .Mr Langtord, speak the truth like an honest man ami remember, if' yoa please, that you are on your laid "Shall I ever come buck?" she thought. "God knows! Perhaps 1 may find peace and comfort far away " "I've been thinking, Kate,"he began.He came close to her and seized he* two hands in his. "Kate I" rey an honest woman "I saw you together. What brought The worthy father omitted to state eusation her over here?" " What do you think?" said Blake,' "Indeed, cousin?" said Catherine, smiling. "Isn't that something unusual?"She tried to release herself, bnt he held her firmly, looking into her face. one t tiing—that bu chief ally in brnifj A» the uews was proclaimed another look ot ray id intelligence paused be twi C u 1'atrick Blake and Mary Carey Then Father U l)ouuell, who was pr»« ent, waved his arms lu the air with a D% ild cheer, was taken up by the As they passed through the lodge gates her heart leaped into her mouth, and she went deathly palo. Waiting on the high road was a nuin on horseback, whom she recognized at once. ing the' j Mary Car* ruli an to rC afeon w a 1 am rot liWv to forget it, laughing. "I've been thinking that this sort of nonsense can' t go on forever. You waltzed with that fellow Langtord live times last night and only gave me two square dances." "Don't wake up the devil in me; Don't make me do what I might be sorty for. You've robbed mo of my birth right—don't go further and make me mad. Assure as you stand there I mean to have you, and if I can't win you by fair means I'll try foul." irape mask, cautiously creep from the 110 bat tne heir aw«red Lang ford sadly don't know and I don't onre, bnt she'd letter mind vlift she's after if the conn s au«iu hDDtweeu you aud me. I've bad enough of that." "You're a tool. Mary." "I'm no fool neither. I'm talking about " Coppice 'HH Of The upshot v rail! isth' with all tier s that Blake ImCl t near intimate acquaintance of Miss Bow This time, before she could speak, he leaped into the avenue and seized her round the waist. ar nml His pale, sad face looked careworn anil inexpressibly sorrowful, and he stooped in the saddle as if under the weight of years, but when their eyes met his flashed t «£erly. and ho held out his hand with an imploring gesture. Philip Langturd f w h las '1 was crowd of spectator*. "Mr. Langford waltzes beautifully," exclaiintd Catherine. it was fi to is aisa ilthy As Blake walked from the court ac I know what So petrified was she by this sudden I attack that for a moment she could neither move nor cry, but when she felt | herself being lifted from the ground \ and carried toward the woods ber pow - iw returned. She uttered a piercing D C1 again. Quite cer Certainly " eompauiwl by his friends he passed close to Laugford. who stood like a mau dazed and overwhelmed Their eyes nu t, and Blake said between his set "Sbe'scotne to hersC uses, that'sall," said tho young man, shrugging his "D—n him!" muttered Blake, flushing Crimson and scowling. "If you ue language like that, I ■fctfl Mllupqg and leavejou." aud the "You are not sober," she replied haughtily, "and you talk to me as if I were the irirl of some low iun." Catherine brt tain now that Patrick Blake was thy only enemy she had to fear, she rejoiced | at his disappearance from the neighbor- WoCvl tVima wiMtkg afterward sh» r*. Vnd you yourself were a very poor man' "Not a rich mau at any rate. " ".Not a rich mail at auv rate. So it shoulders. 'SSho's afraid." "Drive on!" stud Catherine to the coaehujuu, and averted her face. teeth "Maybe she's reason." for vou. She's Koing away to "Don t forget what 1 promised you