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t- W) CHAPTER It was all over now. She had stepped down from the proud height ot her glorious womanhood to ask for his lore, and he had told her that he had none to give her. She had lowered her pride, humiliated herself, all in vaiu. "No woman," she said to herself, "would ever pardon such a slight or forgive such a wrong." At first she wept as though her heart would fell like rain from her eyes, tears that seemed to burn as they fell then after a time pride rose and gained the ascendancy. When the passion of grief had subsided, when the hot, angry glow of wounded pride died away, she raised her face to the night skies.

"I swear," she said, "that I will be I will take such vengeance on him as will bring his pride down far lower than he has brought mine. I will never forgive him. I have loved lidm with a devotion passing the love of woman. I will hate more than I loved him. I would have given my life to make him happy.

I now consecrate it to vengeance. I swear to take such revenge on him as shall bring the name of Arleigh low indeed." And that vow she intended to keep. A week afterward Lord Arleigh received a note in Philippa's hand writing it said, simply: "Dear Norman: You were good enough to plead the duke's cause. When you meet him next, ask liim if he has anything to toll you. "PHILIPPA L'ESTRANGE." What the Duke of Ilazelwood had to tell was that Miss L'Estraupe had promised to he his wife, and that the marriage was to take place in August.

He prayed Lord Arleigh to be present as his "best man" on the occasion. CHAPTER XII. The great event of the year succeeding was the appearance of the Duchess of Hazelwood. Miss L'Estrange, -the belle and the heiress, had been very popular her Grace of Hazelwood was more popular still. If the duke had been asked to continue the history of his wedding day, he would have told a strange when they were in the railway carriage together, he had turned to his beautiful young wife with some loving words on his lips, and she had cried out that she wanted air, to let ho one come ueaT she had stretched out her hands wildly, as though beating off something terrible.

They fell into the general routine of life. One other allowed herself to be loved. The duke adored his wife, amd she accepted his adoration. At times, she would tease Lord Arleigh about his ideal woman but that was always in her husband's presence. "You have not found the ideal woman yet, Norman?" she would ask him, laughingly: and he would answer, "No, not yet." Then the duke would wax eloquent and tell him that he really knew little of life if he wanted to be happy he must look for a wife.

"You were easily contented," the duchess would say, "Norman wants an ideal. Yon were content with a mere will never be." "Then find him an ideal, Philippa," would be the duke's reply. "You know some of the nicest girls in London find him an ideal among them." Then to the beautiful face would come strange, brooding smile. "Give me time," would her grace of Hazelwood say "I shall find just what I want for time." It was a beautiful, pivre morning. For many years there had not been so brilliant a season in London everyone seemed to be enjoying it ball succeeded bail fete succeeded fete.

Lord Arleigh had received a note from the Duchess of Hazelwood, asking him if he would call before noon, as she wanted to see him. He went at once to Verdun House, and was told that the duchess was engaged, but would see him in a few minutes. Contrary to the usual custom, he was shown into a pretty morning room, one exclusively used by the small, octagonal room, daintily furnished, which opened on to a small rose-garden, also exclusively kept lor the use of the duchess. He smiled to himself, thinking that in nil probability it was some mistake of the servants he pictured to himself the expression of Philippa's face when she should find him there. He looked round the room bore traces of her aTound him were some of her favorite floweTS and books.

He went to the long French window, wwideTing at the rich collection of roses, and there he saw a picture that never forsook his memory he met his the ideal woman of his dreams at last. This was the picture he beautiful but by no means a common one. In the trellised arbor, which contained a stand and one or two chairs, was a young girl of tall, slender figure, with a fair, sweet face, inexpressibly lovely, lilies and roses exquisitely like blue hyacinths, large, bright and starlike, with lids and dark long lashes, so dark that they gave a peculiar expression to the of beauty, thought and originality. The lips were s-weet and sensitive, beautiful when smiling, bnt even more beautiful when in repose The oval contour of the face was perfect from white brow, where the veins were so clearly marked, rose a crown golden hair, not brown or auburn, but of pure pale dower of beauty la itself. Lord Arleigh looked at her like one in a dream.

"If had an aureole found her head, I should take her for nn angel," he thought to himself, and stood watching her. I long hours, when the door suddenly opened, and her grace of Hazelwood entered. "Norman," she said, as though in sudden wonder, "why did they show you in here?" "I knew they were doing wrong," he replied. "This is your own special sanctum, Philippa?" "Yes, it is indeed still, as you are here, you may stay. What do you think about my roses?" "They are beautiful," he, replied, and then, in a low voice, he asked: "Philippa, who is that beautiful girl out there among your flowers?" She did not smile, but a sudden light came into lier- eyes.

"It would be a great kindness not to tell you," she answered. "You see what comes of trespassing in forbidden places. I did not intend you to see that young lady." "My dear Philippa, she is the ideal woman more nor less." "Found at last!" laughed the duchess. "For all that, Norman, you must not look at her." "Why not? Is she "Married? That girl! Why she has just left sohool. If you really wish to know who she is I will tell you but you must give me your word not to mention it." "I promise," he replied.

He wondered why the beautiful face grew crimson and the dark eyes drooped. "She is a poor relative of ours," said the duchess, "poor, you else." "Then she is related to the duke?" he interrogated. "Yes, distantly and, after a fashion, we have adopted her. When she marries we shall give her a suitable dot. Her mother married unfortunately." "Still, she was married?" said Lord Arleigh.

"Yes, cc-Ttainly but unhappily married. Her daughter, however, has received a good education, and now she will remain with us. But, Norman, in this I may trust you, as in everything else?" "You may trust me implicitly," he replied. "The dulte did not quite like the idea of having her live with us at I do not wish it to be mentioned to him. If he speaks of it to you at all, it will be as my caprice.

Let it not ask any questions about her it only annoys only annoys him. She is very happy with me. You see," she continued, "women can keep a secret. She has been here three weeks, yet you have never seen her before, and now it is by accident." "But," said Norman, "what do you intend to do with her?" The duchess took a seat near him, and assumed quite a confidential air. "I have been for some time looking out for a companion," she said "Lady Peters really must live at Verdun housekeeper is not sufficient for that large requires more than that She has consented to make it her home, and I must have some one to be with me." "You have the duke," he put in, wonderingly.

"True, and a husband must, perforce, be all that is adorable still, having been accustomed to a lady companion, I prefer keeping one and this girl, so beautiful, so pure, so simple, is all that I need, or could wish for." "What is her name?" asked Lord Arleigh. The duc3iess laughed. "Ah, now, manlike, you are growing curious! I shall not tell you. Yes, I will it is the name above all others foT an "Madaline," he repeated "it is very "It suits her," said the duchess "and now, Norman, I must go. I have some pressing engagements to-day." "You will not introduce then, Philippa?" should You would only disturb the child's dream." CHAPTER XIII.

From the moment Lord Arleigh believed that the young duchess intended to forbid all acquaintance with her fair protejre, he resolved to see her and to make her like him. The day following he went again to the mansion the duchess was at home, and wished to see him, but at that moment she was engaged. He went into the morning room and through the long, open French window there were the lovely roses in bloom, and kind, blessed waa his beautiful Madaline, seated in the pretty trellised arbor, busily working some fine point lace, looking herself like the fairest flower that ever bloomed. The young girl looked up at him with a startled sweet, then he went up to her. "Do not let me disturb you," he said.

"The ducliess is engaged, and always gives me permission to wait for her here." She bowed, and he fancied that her white fingers trembled. "May I introduce myself to you?" he continued. "I am Lord Arleigh." A beautiful blush, exquisite as the hue of the fairest rose, spread over her face. She looked at him with a smile. "Lord Arleigh," she know the name very well." "You kn-ow my name very is that?" he asked, in surprise.

"It is a household word here," ihe said. "I hear it at least a hundred times a day." "We must be friends," said Lord Arleigh, "for too, love the duchess. She has been like a sister to me ever since I can remember and he drew nearer to the beautiful girl as he spose. "WiS you include me among your Tie continued. "This is not the first that I have seen you.

I stood watching you yesterday you were among the roses, and was in the morning room. I thought I thought ever I would give anything to be included among your friends." "A friend of mine, my lord?" she exclaimed. "How can Surely you know I am not of your am not one of the class from which you select your friends. I do not think you quite understand." "Yes, I do," he declared, eagerly "I asked the duchess yesterday who you were, and she told me your whole story." It was impossible for him mot to see how she shrank with unutterable pain from the words. The point lace fell on the grass at her covered her face with her hands.

"Did she? Oh, Lord Arleigh, it was cruel to tell it!" "It was not cruel to tell me," he returned. "She would not tell any one else, I am quite sure. But she saw that I was really I must know it was not from curiosity I asked." "Not from curiosity!" she repeated, still hiding her burning face with her hands. "No, it was from a different motive." And then he paused abruptly. What was he going to say How far had he already left all conventionality behind? He stopped just in time, and then continued, gravely: "The Duchess of Hazelwood and myself are such true and tried friends that we never think of keeping any secrets from each other.

We have been, as I told you before, brother and sister all our was only natural that she should tell me about you." "And, having heard my story, you ask me to be one of your friends?" she said, slowly. There were pain and pathos in her voice as she spoke. "Yes," he replied, "having heard it all, I desire nothing on earth so much as to win your friendship." "My mother?" she murmured. mother's unfortunate marriage, and all that came of it. I can repeat the story." "Oh, no!" she interrupted.

"I do not wish to hear it. You know it, and you will still ie my friend "Answer me one question," he said gently. "Is this sad story the result of any fault of yours? Are you in any way to blaxne for it?" "No not in the least. Still, Lord Arleigh, although I do not share the fault, I share the can avert that from me." "Nothing of the kind," he opposed "disgrace and yourself as as incompatible as pitch and a dove's wing." "But," she continued, wonderingly, "do you quite understand?" "Yes, the duchess told me the whole story. I understand it, and am truly grieved for you I know the duke's share in it and all." He saw her face grow pale even to the lips.

"And yet you would be my you whom people call whose name is history! I cannot believe it, Lord Arleigh." There was a wistful look in her eyes, as though she. would fain believe that it were true, yet that she was compelled to plead even against herself. "We cannot account for likes or dislikes," he said "I always look upon them as nature's guidance as to whom should love, amd whom we should avoid. The moment I saw you you. I went home, and thought about you all day long." "Did you?" she asked, wonderingly.

"How very strange!" "It does not seem strange to me," he observed. "Before I had looked at you three minutes I felt as though I had known you all my life. IIow long have we been talking here? Ten minutes, I feel as though already there is something that has cut us oil from the rest of the world, and left us alone together. There is no accounting for such strange feelings as these. Do you understand me?" am frightened, Lord Arleigh." "Nay, why should you fear? What la there to fear? It is true.

The moment I saw you slitting here I knew that you were my ideal, found at last. Will you pluck one of those roses for me and give it to me, saying 'I promise to be your "You make me do things against my will," she said but 'she plucked a rose, and held it toward him in her hand. "I promise to be your friend," she said, gently. Lord Arleigh kissed the rose. As he did so their eyes met and it would have been hard to tell which blushed the more deeply.

After that, meetings between them became more frequent. Lord Arleigh made seeing her the one great study of his the result was what might be imagined. (To be continued.) Her Breakfast. This little girl was not an imaginary child, supposed to live at Boston, but she was a real tot from Chicago, and she was traveling east with her parents. She had partaken of breakfast in the dining car and had returned to the parlor coach, when a gentleman asked, in a friendly tone: "What is your name, little girl?" "Mildred, thir." "That's a very pretty name." "Yeth, sir." "Where do you live, Mildred?" "In thir." "How old are you?" "Five, thir, going on thikth." "You have had breakfast, I suppose?" "Yeth, sir." "Good breakfast?" "Yeth, sir." "You had beefsteak, I suppose?" "No, thir." "Potatoes?" "No, thir." "Eggg, with a little breakfast bacon, perhaps?" "No, thir." "Perhaps you had toast and butter, with a glass of milk?" "No, thir." "Then you must have had boiled fish, with bread and butter?" "No, thir." "Well, you had some fruit, then?" "No.

thir." "Well, Mildred," said the gentleman, with a puzzled expression, "I have guessed about everything I can think of. Perhaps you will tell me what. you had for breakfast?" "Yeth, thir," replied the little maiden. 'My diet conthitht mothly of Free Press. If a new doctor's first patient doesn't die on his hands, he has promising WOMAN COUNTY PHYSICIAN.

Wcian AUKESHA COUNTY, Wisconsin, has it county physiof the gentler sex. This woman is Dr. Maybelle M. Park, who was elected by the county board of supervisors after a spirited contest, her opponents being three male physicians of most conservative antecedents and practice. Miss Park was born at Dodge's Cornel's, a village in the southern part of Waukesha County.

Miss Park graduated from Carroll College, in Waukesha, and then attended the State Unl- DR, MAYBKL1K M. PAltK. versity, where she received the degree of bachelor of science 111. 1891. The ensuing autumn she matriculated at the Woman's Medical College of Pennsylvania at Philadelphia, and graduated fn the three years' course.

She then took the Pennsylvania State examination, one more dreaded by the young M. D. than any other college ordeal. After she f-'3d passed this examination with distinguished she opened an office in Plilladelphin, and also began a course of study in the Post Graduate School of Iloineopathics. She'received from this institution the degree of H.

M. (mast er of homeopathics), after which she located in Waukesha. Queen of the Kitchen. A Pennsylvania woma.ii declares that she would rather be the cook in a fashionable house than be mistress of it. This queen of the kitclwMi has met with many reverses, but instead of growing old and morose she has grown philosophical and is making the best of life, which she finds isn't half bad.

She manages to take in the opera from the' balcony or from the gallery, sees a good play now and tlien, reads boolcs which are beyond the comprehension of her mistress, feeds on the Cat of the land, and all without the worry of being a fine lady. "As for being a saleswoman in a store or a typewriter or a clerk, I wouldn't like least, I would rather be where I am," she says, "My weekly income may not be as large as some of these, but then I am well fed and comfortably sheltered without cost and without price. Nor do I have to rise earlier than the 'lady nor sit up later, and my room is more comfortable than hers, and I am quite sure my work is not half as tiresome nor as disagreeable. Besides, when 1 have squared accounts at the end of the month, I have more money in iny pocket than slie." Strain of "WedditiK Presents. A bride of a year was recently heard to say ten of her acquaintances were to be married soon, and that as the parents of all of them had sent her expensive wedding gifts she and her husband were in mueLi perturbation about the customary return.

There is food for rejection in her comment that, as they lived in a small rented house and kept but one servant, their valuable silver was sto-re-d in the vault where it had been place-d at their marriage that although the gifts represented over $3,000 the young husband had to struggle for their livelihood and that the most modest presents they could select for their tea friends would take his whole month's salary. What Royal Women Weigh, The Empress of Austria weighs less than any other crowned royal lady in Europe, her weight being only 102 pounds, In spite of the fact that her majesty Is extremely tail. The Queen of England, when last in Nice, weighed 224 pounds, more than twice as much as the Austrian empress, who is so much taller. The Queen of Italy weighs 196 pounds the Queen Regent of Spain, 157 pounds the ex-Queen Isabella of Spain, 258 pounds and the Queen regent of the Netherlands, 213 pounds. Editor rrf London Queen.

Miss Elizabeth Lowe, who died recently in London, had been the editor of the London Queen for thirty-three years. Her brother trained his sister in journalistic work at a period when the woman journalist had scarce appeared on the scene. When Miss Lowe took the editorship of the Queen the paper contained sixteen pages now it numbers from 100 to nearly 150 and is the most important of English papers devoted to feminine interests. Will War on Whisky. Kansas University girls belonging to the young women's fraternities have organized a war on whislty and liquors.

The use1 of the latter at parties given by the male students' fra- ternltles at the Lawrence institution will be stopped if the girls to the number of thirty-five, together with the wives of a number of the professors of the Institution and a few of the matrons of the city, can prevent. A resolution was passed declaring that at the next fraternity party at which a scent of liquor was detected the young lady making the discovery was to give a sign, at which all the young ladies present were to at once leave for home in a body. Curious Customs. A curious marriage custom obtains in the island of Himla, just opposite the islands of Rhodes. The Greeks, by whom it is peopled, earn their living by the sponge fishery.

No girl in this island is allowed to marry until she has brought up a certain number of sponges, which must be taken from a certain depth. In some of the other Greek islands this demonstration of ability is required of the men, and if there are several suitors for the hand of a-maiden her father bestows her on the man who can dive best and bring up the largest number of sponges. Talented Hoosier Girl, Miss Meb Culbertsou is a daughter of Indiana of which the State is very proud. Her beauty is simply perfect, Her portrait appears in the "Book of English Beauties" with the Duchess of Sutherland and other handsome and high-born women of these times. But Miss Culbertson is not only a beauty.

She is a genius, too. She is a sculptoi of great performance and greater promise. She has studied that neglected art in those centers where scuplture has its best high priests to-day. She has ex hibited in the Paris salons. She originated the custom of modeling hands and arms of noted people.

She did Col onel Inglesoll, Mine. Calve, Ella Wheel er Wilcox, and General Lew Wallace in this way. She has wrought in mar ble the clasped hands of Susan B. An thony and Elizabeth Cady Stanton Miss Culbertson is the daughter of MLSS MEB CULBERTSOX. late Dr.

J. W. Culbertson. the eminent eye surgeon. Her mother is the daugh ter of Major Anthony Hilborn, a well known British officer.

Socially Misa Culbertson is much sought for. Her beauty, her genius, her broad understanding, her fascinating manners give her all that is of value for association. Severe critics predict for this young lady a high position in the world of art. Brave English Woman. During the defense at Fort Gulistan or Cavagrari in the Samana range, India, by the British troops against an assault of the Afris, an Englishwoman named is a a showed conspicuous bravery.

She a wounded throughout the struggle under an unceasliW ing and heavy fire. Without the least MISS MAOT.ATII. fear she repeatedly went to the front with water for wounded men, and many times knelt down and bandaged the wounds of the fallen soldiers on the spot where they fell. She came out of the struggle without a scratch. JSotes About Women.

A woman has made the journey from South Africa to South Dakota to sue for divorce. Misis May Channing Wister has been appointed a member of the Philadelphia Board of Education. The Princess of Wales has no particular liking for outdoor games, excepting croquet, of which she is very fond. Mrs. Joseph Meek, -who died recently in Africa, was the Princess Jejesi, of the first royal house of the Zulu nation.

Mrs. Humphry Ward, who has been writing for only ten years, and has produced very few books, has earned $300,000. ANew York woman has a display advertisement in one of the papers of that city, announcing the to her of a divorce from her husband by a North Dakota court. Miss Julia Clark, of Dallas, Texas, If a survivor the days of '49 in Califjrnia. She was the only woman in the gold-hunting party which left New Orleans in July of that year.

Brush for tile Kitchen. A double-handled brush which effectually cleans the sides and bottoms of cooking utensils or sinks in one action while giving far greater power to the operation than brushes of the usua. pattern has been patented, the shape and method of using the article are clearly shown in the accompanying cut. Owing to the double-handled character of the stock, each brush surface can be DOUBLED nAXDLKl) BltUSH. used alternately on the side and bottom of the pots, thereby insuring an even wear of the brush.

Creamy Rice Take a quarter of a teacup of rice and soak over night. In the morning, pour off the water and put in a dish with one quart and one-half pint of milk, three-fourths of a cup of sugar and a nuntmeg grated over the top. Put in a moderately hot oven and stir very often. Eveu after it is brown, keep stirring in tlnj brown crust until the rice is done after that, let it brown, up nicely on top and then take it fiom the oven. If you wish to have a good creamy rice pudding, never boil the lice before putting it in the milk it is the rice cooking with the milk that makes it rich.

Butter Scotch. Place in a granite or porcelain-lined kettle two cups of good molasses, one cup of sugar (either brown or white) and three-fourths of a cup of butter. Boil rapidly, stirring constantly, for about fifteen minutes, or until it snaps in ice water. Pour into square, buttered tins, allow to cool, then turn carefully out to a board and marl: the desired sizes (about one and a quarter by two inches), then cut through and wrapp each piece in waxed paper. Salt Fisli Omelet.

One quart sweet milk, two tablespoons butter. Put into kettle, and hot thicken with flour should be quite thick. Add a box of shredded codfish. Remove and let become fectly cold then pour into a baking dish, and add five well-beaten eggs. Stir thoroughly and bake forty minutes In good oven.

Serve for breakfast with baked potatoes. Enough for eight persons. Qneen Drops. Cream one pound of washed buttei and fine granulated sugar add the yolks of eight eggs well beaten, onequarter of a teaspoonful of salt, pound of cleaned currants, then, alter nately, the stiffly beaten whites ami one pound of sifted pastry flour. Beat steadily for an hour, then bake as above, dusting the top of each cake be fore baking with a little powdered sugar.

Potato Salad. Cut one quart of cold boiled potatoes into small pieces. Sprinkle over theau a teaspoonful of minced onion and one of parsley or pepper grass. Sprinkle with one-fourth cup of vinegar, heatedJ with a tablespoon of butter then pepj per and salt. Boil three eggs hard and slice each lengthwise into fourths garnish the potatoes with these and pour dressing over the whole.

Hints for a Home Baker. For cake powdered sugar sifted is often better than any other kind, especially for an angel or sponge cake. To prevent cake becoming too brown on the bottom or burning, put the cake mold on a tin plate covered with sawdust. To smooth over a cake after putting it.in the mold to bake, diip the band in milk and pass over the surface of the cake. In making jelly roll, when the cake is taken from the oven, place it upon a cloth dipped in cold water then spread the jelly on the cake and roll quickly.

To color green, crush and cook a few spinach leaves in water strain and use the liquid. Fruit juices can also be used for coloring purposes in candy-making. For coloring yellow, take a half-ounce of saffron and add to it two ounces of alcohol and four of water. Let the mixture stand for several days befoi using. ne If you wanit to have chopped jelly foi garnishing dishes, remember to chol or cut it with a knife which has been dipped in ice water, and have the jelly on paper which has also been dipped in water.

Webster's Proposal. Daniel Webster proposed to Miss Fletcher while aiding her to unravel a skein of thread. "Grace," he said, "we have been untying knots. Let ijs see If we cannot tie one which will not untie in a lifetime." Grew from the Famous Charter Oak. A scion of the Charter Oak is growing in Cleveland, Ohio.

It was raised from an acorn taken from the Oak at Hartford, bei its destruction, and is now in thriv. condition li ivVif.