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"Of cwim*"-yott can see that from the ftnd Whyta was murdered on tfri "It was written aV something Villa, Too- j-ak," pursued Kilsip, still examminff the paper. ,"Ohl^nnd&sKii$ $o\wcnt tboro." ' "linrd tono. --—T-, couldn't t|ary[ifttsll,gq down the* hist ItoTSpisi a* a ddor, through the cracks o* whfoh a faint ftiimni$!tplHg;|iLt taft\ifay^.wonj door Ope^^ljOySw^liSw'y&ewdod by their «ffl»gttw»>'^iirlt»iUt'a»d fihefttStBCtlvi stepped through the doorway, and a curious goene ft& presented to their view. It was it wnaJil, square room, with a low roof, from! which the pnper, mildewed and torn, hung 1 tatters; on tho left hand, at tho far end, r o'clock, nurt his landlady that bo entered his lodging in East Melbourne nt 3—no, he wnsnt at TiM»rn.lt." 11 Vv"h<>n vrns this lefctor delivered?" "Shortly tM'ioro W o'clock, nt the Melbourne Kiih, by (\ girl, who, from what tho MraHor s;ir.' of l;or, appears to bo a disreputable individual—yoirwill seoitSays boaror will wait him nt Bdnrtze Rtreeti and nsan- ttb'stfeet is ffieriticihed, ahd as' Fitzgerald, Wvin;; MijftiB, went down RuSsell ; 'to keep:. lu's!: appointment, tha most conclusion; i's that thfc bSarer of the- 1 letter waited for him at tho corner of. Bourke and Russell streets. Now," went on. the lawyer, "I want to find but wh6 theiglrl that brought the letter 1 isJ" "But how?" "God Mess my. soul, Kilstpt How stupid you are," cried Cftlton. "Can't you Und*" stand—that paper came from one of tho back slums—fcherpiore it must have boon stolen." A sufldon l>gh$ -flashed into Kilsip's eyes. • "Ttilbot, VilUx, tooftiff, 1 ' ho' cried quicldy, snatchiii^'iip tbo'l'ottur kgain and examining it with great attention, "where that burglary took place." "Exactly," said Calton, smiling complacently. "Wow i!o you understand what I want—you must take me to the crib in tho back slums where tho nrtielcs stolen from tho house in Toorak wwo hidden. This paper"— poiutm/j to the letter—"is part of the swag left behind, and must have been used by some one there. Brian Fitzgerald obeyed th& directions gtveu iu tho letter, and he was there at the time of the murder." "I understand," said Kilsip, with a gratified purr. "There wore four men engaged in that burglary, and they hid the swag at Mother Guttersnipe's crib, ia a lane off Little liurko street—but, hang it, a swell like Mr. Fitzgerald, in evening dress, couldnt very well have gone down there unless" ,"Ho had some one with him well known in .the locality," finished Calton, rapidly. "Exactly, that woman who delivered the letter at the club guided him. Judging froni tho waiter's description of her appearance, I should think she was pretty well 'knowa about the slums." ""Well," said Kilsip, rising and looking at his watch, "it is now 9 o'clock, so if you like we will go to the old hag's place at once— dying woman," be said, as if struck by a sudden thought, "there was a woman died there about four weeks ago." "Who was she*" asked Calton, who was putting on hw overcoat. "Soruo relation of Mother Guttersnipe's, I fancy," answered Kilsip, as they left tho office. "1 don't know exactly what she was —she was called tho 'Queen,' aud a precious handsome woman she must have been—came from Sydney about th,ree months ago, and from, what I cau make out, was not long from England, died of consumption on tho Thursday night before the murder." "Then sbo must have been the woman who wrote the letter." "No doubt of it," replied Kilsip; "but if Fitzgerald was there on that night wo can get plenty of witnesses to prove an alibi. I am sure of two at least—Mother Guttersnipe and her granddaughter Sal." But Mr. Calton was not listening. As ho stepped along busido his companion ho was thinking: "What on earth could a woman just from England,.living i:i ti Melbourne buck slum, havt) 10 tell Fitzgerald abo«-.» Madge FreUU>y<" r Ich a womanJ iid a heap of, tpoared to be) from side td id then sang cracked was rt .pJJJowjrtretaljer, upon "' Jsej, w •eaiij- clotStea. She tapt her |lead toss ,', , fteryno of., aldl safes in of leal table, upon which stood a guttering tallow caudle, which but faintly illumi-i nated tho scone, aud a half empty, square! bpttlo of scnftpps, with a broken cup bosida ik, Iu front of thcso signs of festivity sat an old woman with a pack of cards spread out before her, aud from which she had ovi-i dontly been telling the fortune of a,' Vlljain- ous looking young man who had op^nfed ; the door, and who stood looking afc tho detective 1 ; vrtkh factVefy,fHencl1y expvessjbn" " ' nanco. '-'<&6. 1ms dressed ; . ^ it|' n>ueh prhtcjbedf arid 4 „-.-.-_„,...-- T it, which v»va pulled down over his; eyes. Ho looked like ono of those Italians' who retailjico.cream on tho street, or carry itt>tind organs with monkeys on them, and his- expression was so scowling and vindictive] that the barrister thought)'ft was not very; .bard to toll his ^ultimate destiny—Pentridge! or tho gallows. j Astboy entered tho fortune toller raised her, ..head, and, shading her eyo with one skinny i hand, looked curiously at tho new comers, j Cdltbn thought ho bad never seen such a re-1 pulslvo looking old crone;._and,.. indeed, she ; was worthy of the pencil of JDoro to" depict, such was tho grotesque ugliness which sho exhibited. Mother Gutterenipo took a drink out of tho broken cup, and, gathering- all hor greasy cards together in a business liko way, looked insinuatingly at Calton, with a suggestive leer. i "It's tho future ye want uuveiled, dearie?" she croaked, rapidly shuffling the cards; "an. old mother 'ud tell" "No, sho won't," interrupted tho detective, sharply. "I'vo come an business." The old woman started at this, and looked keeuly at him from under her bushy eyebrows. "Who was that woman who died hero- thrco or four weeks ago!" asked Kilsip. sharply. " 'Ow should I know?' retorted Mother Guttersnipe, sullenly. "I didn'b kill'er, did I? It were tho brandy she drank; aho'-wn/ allays drlnkin." Turning tective led felt liko a night; but glimpse of CH AFTER XV. A WOMAN OK THE PEOPLE. wile street is always more crowded than strtjot, especially at night The thea- itres are there, and of course there is invariably a large crowd collected under the electric lights. Fashion does not come out after dark to wulk about tho streets, but/ prefers to roll along in Uor carriage, therefore the block in. Bourke street at night is slightly .different from that of Collins street in the ;day. ~ oU Little Bo-.irko street tho de- the way down a dork lane, which furnace owing to the heat of tho on lookinjj up Calton caught a the blile sky fur above, glittering with stars, which gave him quite a sensation of coolness, "Keep close to -me," whispered Kilsip, touching the barrister on the urni; "we may meet some nasty customers about hero," ' At last, to Caltou'a relief, for ho felt somewhat bewildered by the darkness and nar- |rowness of the lanes through which he hail been taken, r!ie detc-et.ivo stopped before a idoor, which he opened, aud stepping inside tbeckoued to the barrister to follow. Calton (did so and found himself in a lo'.v, dark, ill psmelling passage, at the end of which they jSaw a faint light, Kilsip caught his corn- opinion by the win and guided him carefully along tho passage. There was ranch need of this caution, for Caltou could feel that th« rotten boards were full of holes, into which one or the other of his feet kept slipping from time to time, whilo ho could hear thw rats sqnsaking and scampering away 051 all :sides. Just as they gob to tho ond of this tunnel, for it could bo called nothing else, ithe light suddenl Y weut out and they were (left in complete darkness. "Light that," cried tho detective in a peremptory tone of voice. "What do you mean by dowsing the glim?" Thieves' argot waa, evidently, well understood here, for tiK-ro was a shuffio iu the dark, a muttonx! voice, and then some one ilit the caudle with a match. This time Cal- iton saw the light was held by an elfish look- child, with a scowling white face, and tanjfled uios^os of black hair, which hung hereyi)s. Sbo was crouching down ou the floor, against the damp wall, and looked up at tha detective defiantly, yet with a certain fear iu hor eyes, us though sho were a ; wild animal, cowed against her will. ' "Where's Mother Guttersnipe?" asked the detecttve sharply, touching her with his foot, 'an indignity she resented with a malignant glance, and arose quickly to hor feet. "Upstairs," she replied, jerking her head in the <!iroction of the right wall, in which C:»! to: i, liis eyes bejng more accustomed to the* t'ic'.-.crii)?, iight of the candle, could see a gapiir; bhu-k chasm, which he presumed was tho :;i:iir iH-.iued to. "You won't get much out of her to-uight--who's a-goin' to start 'er 'boo/.?, she is." ,--"•: r-. -,,-'..'• ' ' - ,: . -'iC-.-vv.-r rated what she's doing," eaid Kil- sip, '-.a.'irply; "take me to her at oape." Tho giftgap** iiitn a sulian J<jo|tv,«nd with reluctant feot fud tiio way • into the black and up the stairs, which were to that Coltoa was in terror lo^t they be precipitated iu,tfl ,nt(k]gto)K6£l4£ti£i4. He held,o» firmly to his companion's wm, us they totted slowly up thj broken, steps, and at -/ didn't kid 'cr, did I? n "Do you njrnember tho night she dledf* "No, I dont," answered tho beldame, frankly. "I were drunk—bliud, bloomin 1 , bloziu' dna!:." "You'raalways drunk," said Kilsip. "What If I am!" snarled tho woman, seizing her bottle. "You don't pay fur it. Yes, I'm drunk. Tin allays drunk." Tho dotwMvo shrugged his shoulders. "More fool you," ho, said, briefly. "Coma now, on the night the 'Queeu,' as you call tier, died, there was a gentleman came fc> lie her}" "Sosho said." retorted Mother Gutter- re i "That's jnrt whflt f WAnt td know," answered the deteqtifC, coolly; "t Went to tbe Salvation Arm^ihendqnartoi'o^id^niftdV in quiries abbiitt ^elft'f, It been in t,Hofifm^ds a tired of it iu ft wools, nud wont off with a friend to Sydney. 8ho carried on her old. life of cllsshmtion, but, ultimately, herfrfeflfl gotsio'j of her. and tho l-ist thing they fieard about hor was thnt she bad taken up with a ChinatfiJuftl) oiio;of jthb'SyartBy/MnhiiL' ' t; toloffrnpfiA.l At ohbo to Sydney, ifinS go^ a rV ply that thero was no person of tho name of Sal Rawllns known to the Sydney polico, bf, they sniil they would make inqurles, and lot mo know tho result." r> |" .;""•'•., . "K V' " ' '"Ah I shehns, no doubt^cHrulgRd feef name,".' said Calton, thoughtful f t , stroking' his Chin,' "I wonder what for?" """"" ' ' "Wanted to got rid of tho army, I expect," answered Kilsip, dryly. "Tho straying lamb did not care about being hunted back to the fold" "And when did nfio jptii th<) army?" ,'!Tho vet-y tlay afier ;tho murder.V • '-' "Rother siidclen conversion?" "Yes, but she said tho death of tho woman on Thursday night had so startled her that. she wont straight off to tho army to rget her religion properly fixed up." ( , . . "The effects o"j f right,' no ddubt," said Calton, dryly. "I've met a good many examples of those sudden conversions, but they never lost long as a i-ule—it's a case of the devil was sick, tho dovil a monk would be, more than, auy.thing.elsa Good looking!" •"SO'ffdV"! believe," replied IQlsfp, shrugging his shoulders^ "Very ignorant—could neither read nor write." "Ttiat accounts for her not asking for iTitssgerald when she Called at tho club—she probably did not know whom sho had been seutfor. It will resolve itself'into a question of identification, I expect. However, if tho police can't find her, wo will .put on advertisement in tho paper offering tv, reward, and send out handbills to the same effect Sho must be found. Brian Fitzgerald's life hangs on a thread, aud that thread is Sal Rawlins." "Yesl" assented Kilsip, rubbing his hands together, "Even if Mr. Fitzgerald acknowledges that ho was at Mother Guttersnipe's on tho night in queston, she will ha veto prove that ho was thero, as no one else saw him." "Aro you sure of that?", "Assure as any ono can bo in such a case. It was a lato hour when ho came, and every one seems to have been asleep except tho dying woman aud Sol; aud as oue is dead, the other is the only person that can prove that ho was thero at the time whoa the murder was committed in the hansom." "And Mother Guttersnipe}" "Woa drunk, as sho acknowledged last night. Sho thought that if a gentleman did call it must hava beeu tho other one." "Tho other one?" repeated Calton, in a puzzled voic-o. "What other ono?" "Oliver Why to." Caltou arosa from his seat with a blank air of astonishment. "Oliver Whytol" ho said, as soou as ho could find lu's voice, "Was he in tho habit of going there!" Kilsip curled himself up in his seat liko a sleek cat, aud, pushing forward his head till his nose looked liko tho book of a bird of prey, looked keenly at Calton. "Look here, sir," he said, in a low, purring roico, "there's a good deal in this case which don't seom plain—in fact, tho further we go into it tho more mixed up it seems to get. I went to see Mother Guttersnipe this morn- iug, and she told me that Whyte had visited tho 'Queen' several times while she lay ill, and seemed to bo pretty well acquainted with her." "But who the devil is this woman they call tho 'QueanP" said Calton, irritably. "Sho seems to bo at the bottom of tho whole affair—ev«;ry path wo take leads to her." '.., '•- V' »».' .!.'.«..- ''.'• SprlRgs tttitl It* Victims. PeftjheWfi my^oottt with the!* wet " F/atiiOn'iKe 1 took like A becLpl scarlet n morning IftXty "•y Abova ieTd he We hAft Jfteotrio ighte in the hotel, just as 1 got Otteu4ide,of my faca i «*.vl' >«AA'-ist,VfAfl*» » "Mb *<!ii. had some wttrao [ft tospafi JWoeto. such wete of fate oc0u«tBne 'henhewa? persistentl ' «6 frng a " Arkansas Is a state that Is suffering with hypernutrition of undeveloped te- sources, n phlethora of crude and embryonic industries,;} <Feeltttg,;easier:no vf ifc ,iriy mind, 1 toil} no;WjjrttovVeecl. <-, y .-,.., '-< "Th6 railroad 1 6n, >>ymcu \Ve, &re now riding fa;"6f the 'narrow gauge style, and this coach would tickle my little £oys._to death; if) 'fhey^puifejttej }i]sttiiig to lit Kild play witli'it on the front porch. The rear half is Curtained off by means' of Hoh hangings, costing'siic deilts;a'yard at a fire sale.' This divi^ibn of -the-car 3s made so that our honest perspiration may not off end. the nostrils of -a colored inan who is occupying thut poriion.'of ^tie^ckf';' I come .of .a long line, of'purple fronted Abolitionists who had familiarized themselves with the negro by reading "Uncle Tom's Cabin" and the Dred Scott decision by means of burning a pine knot in our^ittlePenobscot-home, but if they had"been ordered out of a colored wait-: ing room as I was the 'other day, 1 or''hii!d stood'up in a crowded "white" car; while one of our enfranchised brothers, whose; portrait I have rudely drawn while the^ train seems to have left the track and to; be running a trifle'smoother, occupied a 1 ' tar by himself, they would have been more conservative. they all went out. It seems that some ono had been in and borrowed the dynamo to drive fence posts with, and had injured it, I believe, So we got quite a lot of empty bottles, Svhich very fortttf nately thrive well in. this climate, anq •-^ji«**3:-j,.'-i. rtitfYir' -£i.2KST:. i j!-s-rJcr arjmas^i l ! 1 snipe; "but lor', 1 duiino anythiiV, I were drunk.." "Who said—the 'Quponr " "Mo, nxy gnui'darior Sal. Tho 'Queen' sent 'or to fetch the toff to see 'er out 'er lucky. Wanted 1m to look at 'is work, 1 B'poao, cusi 'im; nud Sal prigged somepaper from my box, 1 ' she shrieked, indignantly; "prigged it w'eu 1 were too drunk to stop 'er." Tho detective glanced at Calton, who nodded to him with a gratified expression on his faco. They were right as to the paper having been nfolou from tho villa at Toorak. "You rlid not see the gentleman, who comet" said ililsip, turning again to the old hag. "Not I. cuss you," she retorted, politely. " 'E camo about 'arf post 1 in tho morning, an' you don't expects we can stop up all night, blarst ye. 1 ' "Half post 1 o'clock," repeated Calton, quickly. "The very time, la this true?" "Wish I may die if it ain't," said Mother Guttersnipe, graciously. "My gran'darter Sal kin tell ye." ""Where is sheS" asked Kilsip, sharply. At this the old woman threw back her bead nud howled iu a dismal manner. "She's 'ooked it," she wailed, drumming on the ground with her feet. "Gon 1 an' left 'el- pore old gran' an' joined the army, cuss 'em, a-comiu' rouud an' a spilin' business." Meanwhile tha detective was talking.rap- idly to Mr. Calton. "The only person who can prove Mr. Fitzgerald was hero between 1 and 3 o'clock," he said quickly, "is Sal Rawltus, as every one else seems to have beou drunk or asleep. As she has joined the Salvation Army, I'll go to the barracks the first thing and look for her." "I hope you'll find her," answered Calton, drawing a long breath. "A man's life hangs on her evidence." They turned to go, Calton having first given Mother Guttersnipe some loose silver, -which shi seized on with an avaricious clutch. Tho sight of money had a genial effect on her nature for she held the candle at the head of the stairs as they went down, so that they should not break their heads. The street door was open, and, after groping their way along tho dark passage, with its pitfalls, they found themselves in the open street. "Thank heaven," said Calton, taking off his hat and drawing a long breath. "Thank beaven we are safely out of that den I" "At all events our journey has not been wasted," said the detective, as they walked along. "We've found out where Mr. Fitzgerald w as. the njght of the murder, so he "I know liardly anything about her," replied Kilsip, "except that she was a good looking woman of about 49. She came out from England to Sydney a few months ago, then ou to here. How she sot to Mother (lUttersuipo's 1 can't find out, though I'vo tried to pump timt old woman, but she's as sloso as wax, and it's my belief she knows more about this dead woman than shechooses to toll." "Hut what could aha have told Fitzgerald to make him act in this silly mannerl A stranger who comes from England and dies in a Melbourne slum can't possibly know anything about Miss Krnttlby." Kilsip looked puzzled. "1 must confess that it is a riddle," he saM at length; "but if Mr. Fitzgerald would only speak, it would clear everything up." "What, about who murdered Whytef" "Well, it might not go so far as that, but it might supply tho motive for the crime," "I dare say you are right," answered Calton, thoughtfully, as the detective rose and put ou his hat. "But it's no use. Fitzgerald, for some reason or another, has evidently made up his mind not to speak, so our only hope iu saving him lies in finding this girl." "If she's anywhere in Australia you may he sure she'll be found," answered Kilsip, confidently, as he took bis departure, "Auo- tralia isn't so overcrowded as all that" The portrait is drawn on the spot, because I so seldom see a large man with whiskers wearing a crochetted child's hood or even a child's crochetted hood, for that matter,-that 1 can't help making a semiannual drawing of him, as we say in New Orleans, which city is rapidly becoming a nice, quiet suburb of the Louisiana state lottery. Texarkana is a thriving town with-excellent natural advantages nnd a new style of early dwarf flea, which is a result of crossing the little mammoth black hornet or typhoid touch-me-not of the tropics with the seven year eruption of the primary school. The California flea is a beast of more delicacy and refinement. He enters your home life and eats your fattest children, but he does it in a courteous way, with his hat off, and vises the finger bowl afterward; but the flea of Arkansas gets into bed with his spurs on, and has the debris of his breakfast iu his beard. He is a low, coarse flea, with whiskers on his limbs, and a bad, wicked heart. He has none of those fine instincts which vre find in the California flea. The Pacific coast flea takes'off .liis hat in the elevator, but the Arkansas flea uses the bosom of the universe for a pocket handkerchief. -• . I can never describe my feelings when 1 thought that I wns alone and the solemn tones of the midnight bell, moaned through the hush of the voiceless night, to feel the harsh whiskers of the Arkansas flea against my long white neck and shoulders. Has the reader over gone through snch an experience? Did the reader ever- feel this way and know that now was the time for his hair to turn suddenly white, yet knowing that it was at the bottom of his trunk and could not be got at? In the^halls-it'wa^-^yaze Bf lighii with two candles in each cuspidor. 1 gtverP drawing of the overshot candela-j bra: ' The flower pri the off one w/is im-j rjrovised "by ine. I will be honest with the reader. It is an ideal flower which) I,tbionght 6f add: then made 'a/drawing of. ' " : ';; '''-•/ ' ' ; •'' • Hot^Springa is ; the great healing center! for theUnited States. .It is a very, charming place also in the matter of, climate. The hotels also are now most excellent, 1 a new one, called the Porkj being a great addition to the already excellent supply. One of her own writers says very! truthfully, I think, that these waters, are , "shadowing forth a .hope uiat the ne plus ultra of panaceas has .not yet' been reached by them, and that these 1 waters here found in inexhaustible quan-' titles gushing forth' from mother earth possess a balm for their physical ills .even to that of standing off old Father Time by, renewing •, their, yoath, beauty and vigor.",. ; ....... , .•-.--., The latitude of Hot Springs is 84 degs. north of an imaginary, line, passing around the earth equidistant from the poles and called the equator. Its longitude is 93 degs. west of a given point. Its altitude is 1,200 feet above the level of the sea and hotel rates are from three to eight dollars per day, exclusive of board and lodging. . There is but one drawback about visiting Hot Springs, and that is the agony and lack of appetite which the sight of human suffering naturally engenders in a sympathetic nature. The Ozark mountains are here found in great abundance, and are sometimes used for climbing purposes by those who are making collections of that kind. Oh, we don't waMnothin heWt Slag the Iast^eoe right pvet &?*+> »' ^ A*-aflbiiHer time'•the" at wildly appreciative that it rettttetl t» consider the concert at an end, and clamored loudly for "just one more." It was given, atu'} then afiother demanded. £ftti6HCe failed the singer at this {KSifit,, and he Be'ggSd' Ms manager «tf go before the curtain'and" state'that he" really was unable to sing any more. And thus wad the statement worded! and no more Honest. His wind's give out!" A similar story comes from another ringer .who could not refrain from telling it; although her seveh-year'-old ! niece,, a fastidious little lady, pronounced it "not a very pretty story, auntie!" TJke,lady: ,ha.d been taken ill,af tor eating some''decoction x>f anclentf iobsiter at the hotel, and sent her manager word that she really could not sing. He accordingly appeared before .the disappointed audience and announced^ "' "Ladies and gentlemen/ 1 Miss Miriam ain't here tonight. She couldn|t come., .She ain't in fit..circumstances to sing. Her stomach's ttoUbling hetP*— Youth's Companion. Of Course Her Books Were KlgUt. She decided that the only way to'tun a house economically was to ''keep &-{let Of books, so she made all • theinecessary purchases, including a bottle of ,red ink and started in. It Was a month later that her husband, asked her how she was getting along. ,7 "Splendidly," she replied.. "The system is a success then?" "Yes, indeed. Why, I'm sixty-eight dollars ahead already." "Sixty-eight dollars!" he exclaimed. "Heavens J You'll be rich before long. Have you started a bank account?" -H "No—o; not yet." ' , . • ; ;' ; ; H "What have you done with file money?" "Oh, 1 haven't got the money., you know. That's only what' the 'bppSff show. But think of being .sixty-eight dollars ahead." "..,•„."'7 "Um, yes; but I don't exactlyooc^ ,!','•• "Why, don't the books show it?" '•'• ' ' "Of.course, but the money! Whaft has become of that?" .,; "I don't exactly know," she said doubtfully. "I've been thinking of that and I think we must have been robbed. That's the only way I can explain it. What do you think we had better do about it?" He puffed his pipe in solemn silence for a moment and then suggested: "We might stop keeping books. That's, easier than complaining to the police,"— Chicago Tribune. 1 in the morning .. "That depends upon Sal Rawlins," an- swqrod Caltou, gravely; "but come, let us have a gloss of brandy, for I feel quite ill after my experience of low life." •.: ::u A £ A j~ ;'••;•-? .-.\ r ~--! CHAPTER XVIL THE TEIAL. In spite of tho utmost vigilance on the part of the police, and the offer of a large reward both by Calton, OH behalf of tho accuser!, nuil by Mr. Frattlby, the much desired Sal Iluwlins still n>niuiued hiddou. The millionaire had maintained a most friendly attitude to\var<ls Brian throughout tho whole' affair. Ho refused to believe him guilty, und when Calton told him of tho defense ot proving au alibi by means of Sal Rawlins, he immediately offered a large reward, which was enough in itself to set every person with any time ou their Jianda hunting for the missing witness. All Australia and New Zealand rang with the extremely plebeian name of Sul Rawlins, the papers being full of notices offering rewards, aud handbills of staring red letters were posted up iu all railway stations. Notwithstanding all this, Sal Rawlius was still undiscovered, and Calton, in despair, began to think that she must be dead. B\jt Madge, though at times hor courage gave way, was stilJ hopeful , "God will not permit such a judicial crime to be committed as the murdoi'of an innocent man," she declared. Mr. Calton, to whom she said this, shook his head doubtfully. "God has perniittfid it to take, place before," he answered softly, "and wo can only judge the future by the past." . -.;,..'-. At last, the day of the long"expected trla'l cnrae, and as Galton sat in his office ' looking over Ijis brief,- a clerk entered aud told him Mr. Evettlby and bis .daughter wished to see biuv Wtwa, .thty.£ame in the bamsteB sac,. thp ,i: there was«Io9k ; o^ wprty on h^jttjcaj ; "There is my daughter, Caiton," be after CHEERFUL VIEW OP HOPE ARK. The waters of the Hot Springs are used both for drinking and bathing into, but not at one and the same time. They are very hot as they come from the spring, but may be cooled off by allowing same to stand in the tub for half an hour, during which time one may throw a "doily" over one's shoulders and read "Robert Elsmere." . . . • Dr. Keeley has here one of his justly celebrated institutes for the cure of jago- mania. It is a neat and attractive brick structure with a cheery aspect. Here, with a bottle of Apbllinaris and a firm resolution to do better, reformation may be seen gnashing its teeth on every hand. Seventy-two of these hot springs which to the touch appear boiling hot, flowing half a million gallons daily from out a beautiful romantic hillside shaded with maple, olive, box, hickory, black walnut, elm, ush, oak, cedar, pine and other forest trees, is a sight to be seen nowhere else in the world, and one that is well worth a pilgrimage pf every admirer of nature's wonderful works, .as well as the pleasure seeker and invalid—terms cash. Jay Gould once said that there were but two cities in the United States—New York and Hot Springs. This opinion may be regarded 'as valuable, coining as it does from a man who has been fined six times' for refusing to, .serve on a .jury-. . ....,-.- • Too Familiar. Somebody says it is very vulgar to> speak of your husband by his last name, and criticises Mrs. Heiiry M. Stanley f pi- doing so. The woman knew of a dear little morsel of femininity who married a grave and dignified young lawyer went to housekeeping in a love.of a tage with a Hibernian cook. Tho woman in her young bridehood coold; not muster sufficient dignity of to call her liege lord Mr. Jones, even ; to-, the cook, but affectionately designated him "Harry." And one day when there was company, Bridget came to the parlor door arid announced, "Lunch is. ready, and will yez be waitinjfQr'^rry, ma'am?"". -,'-. . : ..-...-... ; ^'" ' : ,. : ',vj Somehow the story got otjft^t'th^plub, and,Mr. Jones:never qijite'sforgave his spouse, though . thereafter' JSne punctiliously called him ( *Mr..J6nes'"i'until he- came to bf "Judge,"—-Bpston Poet.' How to Got On. • ' ; :-'.- > Mrs. Suddenrich (a smart, j woman}— Did ye write to theHighstyleiJEngiraVing- company for specimens Qfa.ll their latest visi tin cards? ' • Daughters—Yes, maw, an they just sent .'em—'bout a hundred of 'em, all sorts an kinds. "What names is on 'em?" "Names of all th' big bugs in, th' city,'* : "Put. 'eui on th' parlor table."—New : York Weekly. '-'• ' How She Won. He had always chaffed her about women being unable to write a letter without a postscript, and she bet him a Christmas gift that ;she would write him one the.next time foe went away wpuld show him, that, she. w from.most Svpmen. Last, wsek he up to Port Huron for ^hrge 4ays, and the second day he received this posta Contrary to Public Pollpyv, "The. court," said the judge; "overrules the plea of 'up cause of iaction,' When a tailor exposes in his front window an account against ,ar young'man and affixes a placard announcing that it is for sale at five cents on the 'dollar he strikes a blow at the foundajtipn$ of. oar best society and may be sued fo? heavy damages. Gentlemen, you will with the trial."—Chicago I:lis ffHVorite llesort. Doctor—\Vhiit'do I see, Henr yon sitting here in the damp wine _.,_ Patient--Y0u ordered! me change lair, nnd you,'will readily ^dini^ |hajs • air down here is very < ajj »- 1 — x *-"" J MISSING. TJt^e nest day KilsipjjaUed^at Calton's office What J Ijate abpviit the, flea.-.0;? 'ttate is tha,t he will not li,e : stHJ. (, 'A failure to maintain in'y^ equjmbrjura; ac the bank for. several years, made me acquainted vrith several stj-ange bed, fellows who-were not provided 'with let- : ters to me, but 1 never Jtnew'anybody in my life that won' Joverload his digester and then get usss &i night #nd fmtall Imcold feeitti the pit of • a [total Stranger's stomach, and then straigfaie^, : ont his legs and push a man to" the wall like the Arkansas flea. '" ''' f I have a tender, thin, aristocratic skin, : Mv D&vu BAKUY-"! tajte my,peu in hand tp. >et you fcuovV 1' have won' 'the betl ''Yours' lov- P. S.-r-f'll take a sea^kiu, please.''-"- ; '' r-i-Detroit Free corae and look over toe and be assigned to roy room, ...He-r^hat, mftdeyp^ jpurp in Ifhe Academy was, /mine.? ,..jSj rr . pi'usjt be"4 judge qf style, because' iVwa* ia'n'signedl'' "' ' :i ' '.''" ' "" ' ',,""' j c She' (modestly)—Y«u flatter we. 1 ' ^ealiiy didn't know it'was'Jyourd uotil I-

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