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*? MQINJSB, ALGONA,|OWA, WEDNESDAY. AtJGTISTIG. 1893. bt HUGH coinrjL1r« . Author of "Caitrd Back." Et& £tft "Very well," snld Hervey carelessly. "There's nothing more to say then." The readiness with which he acceded to her stipulations roi in. •( I Mrs. Miller's distrust. "Do you mean to play me false?" she asked. "Will you swear on the Bible to keep your promise?'' "Certainly I will, but I am afraid there's ho Bible In this house to swear on. A sad state of things which shall be rectified before you come again." Mrs. Miller made no reply to his jeering words. She opened a small bag which she carried and drew out a well-thumbed, worn Bible. Hervey smiled his contempt. "Place your linger between the leaves," she said solemnly, "llion kiss the sacred book and swear, so help you God, you will keep your promise." "It must be a left-handed oath," ho said as he obeyed her. Sho clasped her hand over his, and when with a sneer on his lips he had taken the prescribed oath, sho opened the book and marked the verso on which his fingers had at random been placed. "Read," ehe said, "and be warned." Hervey read— "God shall likewise destroy thee for ever." Without another word she closed the book and left the room. As tho door closed Hervey laughed a scorn i'u I laugh. He waited until she must have reached tho street, then ran swiftly down the stairs. Tho lower part of the house was .used, as a kind of marine-store, and in the shop were two lads of about seventeen. He called one of them. "A lady dressed lii'black just went out. Follow her and find out where she goes and •I'll give you a sovereign."-' Tho boy, who know something about the Btato of the lodger's finances, looked amused, but did not budge. "Make haste, you fool," cried Hervey. "Here's the money waiting- see itl" The sight;of a real tangible sovereign sent the lad off In doubleViuick 'time, and utterly unsuspecting evil Beatrice's ambassador was ... cleverly tracked to her temporary abode. Meanwhile Hervey returned to his garret in a joyful frame of mind. However matters might turn out, a comfortable change in his circumstances had taken place. The worst . that could happen would insure him 'a'com- fortable income,'but/ so far as he could arrange It, he; meant to avoid the worst. He meant to find Beatrice, and by the power ho held over her, force her to surrender to him all save a bare pittance. .Let her only bo once more within ills grasp and he would take care that she escaped no more. He ground his teeth as he thought what he had already paid for an act of carelessness. The chance •of repairing it was at last within reach. He positively gloated as he pictured the horror with which his wife would greet him when he again luvadod her retreat He laughed in glee at the paternal right which furnished a weapon so sharp to smite, so Irresistible, to •compel her to yield to his demands. Yes, money and revenge were once more within his reach. His spy returned in due course. , Ho had •earned his sovereign,^ for he was able to give Hervey the name'of the street and the num- berof the house to which Sarah Miller had gone; • Hervey laughed again. He dressed vhimself, visited the barber's, and then went to keep watch on Sarah's abode. He watched until nightfall. Early dawn found him once more at his post. Noon and evening he was still there, and evening brought him the reward of his patience. A •cab drove up to the door, a box was placed upon it, and a dark-robed figure entered it. The door was shut and away rolled the cab. It was scarcely out of sight when Ilervoy rang tho bell of the house and asked if Mrs. Miller was in.' No, sho had just loft. Ah, that was unlucky; ho wanted to see heron important business. Where could he find her? "You'll have a long way to go unless you •can overtake her," said tho woman of the house,.laughing. "She's just off to foreign parts." "Going abroad 1 Where is she going?" "All the way to Munich, wherever that maybe." : His heart leapt. At any rate now ho knew where to find his quarry. "Munich 1" he exclaimed. "I must try and overtake her before she goes. 'What station is it I" "Charing Cross. I heard her toll the man." He bid his informant adieu with scant ceremony.- Ho hailed the first cab he saw, and , ; was soon rattling in pursuit of Sarah. Al:though ho did not know at what lime the -train started, he was quite at ease as to catching it. lie knew the grace which a woman ••always allows herself in'the matter of trains. 'Ho had judged rightly, for the first thing lie saw upon eiiluring tlio station was Mrs. Miller at the office engaged in registering her ' box. He ventured to creep close to her, and , heard hor with the incredulity which a woman invariably displays when sho surrenders /'personal custody UL her luggage, twice inform the clerk Unit she was going to Munich by way of Paris. Alter hearing this Hervey slipped away, took his ticket, and having watched Sarah enter the train took his seat in another compartment. So that Beatrice's emissary as she started on her return journey, joyful at tho apparent success of her mission, little thought that sho was in something of the same position as tlio man who, according to the'old German legend, carried unwittingly the demon of plague into the village which held all who were dear to him. CHAPTER XXXII. rtmsuED, For hours and hours Mrs. Miller remained . blissfully ignorant of the fact that the wheels which were bearing her to her destination bore also sorrow and ruin in the person of Maurice Hervey. The fellow-travelers did not confront each other until the next morning, and when the through train was well out of Paris. Sarah, indeed, had been all but invisible since sho boarded the Dover and Calais boat. The crossing had been a rough one, and sea-sickuess claims precedence with the mind the most .preoccupied. Sarah had suffered much, and as soon as she found herself in the smooth-going train had sought forgetfulness of her woes in sleep. Hervey, who had no wish to precipitate matters by an untimely revelation of his presence, had also effaced himself from general observation. But some time after the train had left the Paris and Lyons station Sarah opened the door of her comfortable compartment and ha the 'narrow gangway of the train came full upon Maurice Horvey. He was smoking and watching the flying landscape through the glass windows at the side of the narrow passage. He turned, looked at Sa: ,h,and laughed in cruel merriment as ho saw her g-w-e. of horrified surprise. . -fc, "You I" she gasped, "ifouhaveiB&iiowed. me." "Every stop since you left my humble abode, my dear Sarah." , She turned away and re-entered the com-i partmeut she had .left. Hervey followed her, and with <» jvw?U, jjhrew himself down op the seat nearest ,iv me door. The train was not full, and the compartments y-^re small ones, |p it happened that %e two people were it was typical of the man's cruel nature that he looked forward with feeling of keen enjoyment to the torture ^jfcich he meant to inflict upon the woman during those hours of travel, by fnrcini? upon her the presence which he knew so unwelcome. "Oh, yes, Sarah." ho said jpurinaflys "I followed you, and 1 sli.ul ncsui Uuvo your side until yon Ind me to my beloved wife. It's no good thinking you can give me the slip. Tosavetriiiihle I may tell you I know you are going tu Munich. What a clever woman you are, Sarah. I am so much obliged to you." She -wrung her hands convulsively, then covered her face and moaned. She hart a«t>- ed, as she. thought, tor the best, but this man's craft had overcome her. Her mistress was to be made to suffer, and through her. Through the one who would willingly sacrifice body and soul to save her from pain I "Don't bn sulky. Sarah," said llervey. "Tho game's up now, you may as well give in. Here, make youi'self useful and fill my pipe. I can't use this confounded right arm of mine." She took no notice of his request, but presently she raised her head and looked at bun. "Be warned," she said in low tones. "Once more, 1 say. bo warnod in t>no. Lenvo thi" train at the next station. Fly while you can." He laughed scorn fully. "Mow, is it likely?" he said. She made no further appeal. She sank back Into stony silence, and from that time no remark, no question, no taunt of the man » could draw a word from her tliiu lips. Hour after hour went by and Sarah Miller sat in her corner motionless and silent as a statue. But hor thoughts I Her thoughts were busy enough. They thronged and invaded her brain. They changed ' and shifted from incoherence to systematic arrangement and backajra'u tohicnhproi;co. .Through all the jumble tli p one fearful truth shone nut distinctly. Sho was taking Mils man to her mistress. No fond had passed hor lips since she left London. All desire to eat had left her when she first i-aiight sight of llcrvey's hateful form. 1 lor hands were hot; her \vins seemed full o;' fever, and now and again a niisT seemed to close round her, from which sho emerged only to see oiu'i; more the cruel face of her tormentor. So the hours went by. Hervny had food sent into the carriage. He also consoled himself'at short intervals with brandy and water. He bong-lit cigars, smoked them; aii'll grumbled at their badness. Somctimes-liu rose, walked out into the gangway and Stretched his legs, but ho kept, a keen watch on the woman. Not a second time would he fail from lack of vigilance. For amusement lie now and again taunted his companion, and his ; jeers apparently unnoticed drove her to the verge of desperation. Her hands grow hotter, her pulses beat with fiercer rapidity. The sun sank; the twilight died away; tho lamps wore lit. livery hour, every moment brought grief; nearer and nearer to Beatrice. Long before another sun rose the train would bo at Munich. Tim thought maddened tho white-faced woman. Shortly after leaving .Stuttgart the steward looked in and in broken English suggested that the beds should bo prepared. Mrs. Miller shook her head, and signified that she had no wish to retire to rest, llorvey orderen more brandy and also declined tiio proft'ereu couch. The steward-Wished that he could have tlio refusal of one of •• those -unmade couches and the time to occupy it, shrugged his shoulders, and withdrew. Tlie- travelers were once more alone. In loss than five hours the journey would bo at an end. Suddenly a wave of inspiration Hooded the poor woman's harassed brain. An inspiration which made all things clear as day. A strange brilliancy shone in her eyes. In a flash she saw, or believed she saw, to what .end these things were leading. God's hand was at work. Had sho not dreamed a ' dream iu which Maurice Horvey figured? Had she not persuaded herself when she first saw him that she had seen written in his face that his days were numbered?- Was she not sure—sure as sho was of her own eternal condemnation— that God meant Beatrice to taste happiness as well in this world as in the next? Tlio hour of deliverance was at hand. The Inspiration which had told her that her errand would be crowned with success was not that of a lying spirit. God was at work. Hervey had^beeu led to take this journey; to -break .'the promise lie had made; and thereby accept the fate foreshadowed by the fearful words to which his linger hart fortuitously pointed. This journey, begun in craft and In defiance of God's warning conveyed through herself, would 'never be ended. She, by the light of her wild faith, read the Divine purpose plainly as if it was written in letters of lire. • If tho lino of demarcation between fanaticism and madness in the poor woman's brain was not by now entirely obliterated, it had grown faint, blurred, and indistinct. She was hovering on the verge of insanity, and the method which sometimes lies in madness was at work >UKl supplying tho loss of the reasoning faculties. Mow that the truth had come to hor, now that sho know by inspiration why this man had been permitted ' to trace and follow her and for a while enjoyed his triumph, she found herself speculating and wondering how and by what means the interposition of the Divine hand would be shown. She waited for the moment when, from some apparently earthly cause, tho cup of triumph w.ould bedashed from his lips. She waitot ,'jnd waited, and although the horn's passea'without a sign, never wavered in her belief that even at the last moment deliverance would be brought about. Once or twice she turned and looked at her companion, and by the same strange fancy which had boi'ore seized her, persuaded herself that the something which sho imagined she saw In his face and which betokened approaching death, grew more and, more distinct. She felt no pity for tho man; nor would she have dared to attempt a second warning; but she gazed on him with a kind of awe, raised by the thought that in a brief space of time this wretched creature would by lying in the place appointed for him, ly* ing there, and to Jio there, for ever, and ever, and everl Her madness, if it may be called madness, deepened as the time passed by. After all, In spite of its claims to superiority, the mind Is but the slave of the body. Tlio yoke may be thrown aside for a whilo, but sooner or later Its pressure becomes apparent. Fatigue and want of food wore with Sarah Miller completing what distress had begun. Yet to herself It seemed that sho hail nover soeu things clearer, iteyer reasoned more cogently than at this moment when hor brain was taxed boyoi ul endurance,. How would God act? 'Would lie strike this ma^deart as he sat there?, Would something frightful happen? Would the train be overturned? As this question exercised her every jolt as tl'O wheels passed thtf Points sent a thrill through her and made her i3&°y the moment was at/ '^nd, ' \ No. This could I'ot be the appointed 1 ' method. Merciless as'ajr creed taught her -to believe the One to WlwMw prayed, her sense of justice forbade heri.suppose that many other lives must be saevflced for tho sake of destroying Maurice H;vvey. She ^^£^^J**Witi <* Suddenly she turned and knelt on the floot of f <• (-.arriage. She off Ted up a prayer that thl' •;> might be made <• ear to her; tiiat her aiw.iy of suspi'ns! mi^l.tbc brousrhtto an end. Hervey watched her and laughed aloud. "Quite right, Sarah," he said. "Neverneg- lect your religious observances. I am afraid you caji't pray yourself out of this situation; but there's no harm in trying." The sound of his voice gave another and a fresh turn to her thoughts. At that moment her prayer was aiHwored and everything crow clear. Tito clouds which troubled her roiled away, or, it may be, closed round her to break no more. She shivered, and still kneeling turned her face to tho speaker. 1 lor look for a moment startlv-d him in spite of tho contempt he felt for her religious vagaries. And well it might startle him. Now she know all. She knew why she hod lived. She knew to what sho was predestined. Cycles ago this moment had been decreed. It was she whom God'had appointed to remove this man f romthe path which led one of tho elect to happiness. Even as Jael, even as Judith, had their mission so had she, Sarah Miller, a mission equally terrible, that of slay- Ing a man whom God had doomed. With her brain flooded, permeated by this one fearful thought, the woman rose from her knees and resumed her seat. Everything, she fancied, with her mind bewildered in reality, yet to hurself seemingly clear, pointed to the carrying out of this de- croo of destiny. The solitude, the night journey, even the man's half-helpless condition were but details of a settled scheme. The opportunity was here, only the way and the means were wanting. These In good time would be vouchsafed to her. She would be shown how sho, a weak woman, was to take the life of a strong man. Little did Maurice Ilervoy, as from the effects of fatigue, cigars and brandy, ho sat half dozing in tho corner of his compartment, dream what thoughts were passing through the mind of the woman noar him. To him she was nothing more than an addle-headed sort of creature, who once upon a time had done a great deal towards bringing him to ruin; an act which lie rightly believed he was no-.v paying her in full. How was silo to do it? Time wus passing, and yet the path was not yet pointed out Sue, the man's eyes were closed I Had the moment come? If she had a knife she might even now drive it into his heart! But she had no knife; hart nothing which would serve hor need, or rather God's need. Suddenly she remembered, as one remembers a dream, that hours and hours ago she had seen a fellow passenger opening a bug,und had noticed on tlio top of that bag a pistol. Had slip boon allowed to catch sight of the weapon for the purpose which sho was deputed to carry out? If so, where was that pistol, and how could, she get it into her hands? Sh^ rose, and without any settled object, passed Horvey and stepped out into the gangway. Her movement awoke him. Ho put his head through the door and watched her as a cat watches a mouse. Sarah went tlio length of the long carriage, but found nothing to guide her to her end. Every door was hermetically sealed, it seemed as if she and her Companion worn tho on'y persons awake. The only sound hoard was the ceaseless rush of tho train as it v tore its way on and on through the night." The woman returned arid resumed her seat Tlio moans had not yet been given her. A phantom of common-sense also flitted through' her mind. If she killed this -man in such a manner, it meant arrest .and trial of herself. It mount, shame and exposure to her loved mistress. No, she -must wait yet awhile. God had not yet. spoken the last word; not yet shown the exact way in which His Work was to be done. Yet her belief never swerved, never wavered:— Or not until sho knew that the end of the long dreary journey was close at hand; not until a kind of instinct told her that in a few short minutes Munich would be reached. Hervey, whom necessities had deprived of the' means Of telling tho -time, was still sleep: ing his wakeful and suspicious dog's-sleep. Suddenly the long shrill whistle sounded. Tho man started up wide awake, and f or the first, time for hours a doubt as to her true reading of God's purpose flashed through Sarah Miller's brain. The time was so short There was so much—so much to be done. The way was still In darkness. Would the last few moments light it up? She clenehyd.her hands convulsively, digging the nails of one into the flesh of the other. She glanced once more at Hervoy's face which, from his fatigue looked pale and wan. Slid rose, and mechanically, like one in a dream, stepped out of the compartment into tlio dimly-lighted gangway, llervey followed her. Without knowing why or wherefore, she walked the whole lenglh of the carriage. In a dazed way she opened the door at the end and stopped out into tlio open air. Hervey followed her, and the door closed behind them, and the man and the woman stood alone on the iron platform Which lies between one carriage and its forerunner. The train had not yet slackened speed. Its wild rush still whipped the naturally calm air into a fierce gale. The woman's dark hair, which had come untwisted, streamed behind her in elf locks. A bill black figure, With a white, a death-white face and burning eyes, staring fixedly at the destination to which the train was hurrying hor, as fixedly as her mind was turned to the work which she yet believed she was doomed to execute. The night was cloudy and moonless. Some way ahead, a little to the right, the lights of the great city lit up the dark sky. It was on these lights that Sarah Miller's eyes were fixed ; her lips the while muttering inaudible words. For a few momenta Hervey stood in silence by her side. Then he spoke. "It's no good, Sarah, you can't give mo the slip, I'll follow you everywhere. He a sensible woman for once, and don't give me more bother," She spoke, but not hi answer to his words. "That glare 1 that red glare 1" sho cried In a thrilling voice. "Look at it I Look at it well? Do you know what it moans to you and to me?" Before he could reply she answered her own question. "It is the red glare of hell," she cried in still wilder accents, "The glare of the fire which burns for you and for me. The shriek 1 Hear the shriek of the damned I" Once more tho whistle sent its piercing scream of warning far on the night air; and In another moment the strong brakes would have fallen on the great wheels. Hervey really startled by his companion's wild bearing, turned to her savagely, "Hero, no nonsense I" he said roughly. These were the last words he spoke. Suddenly, and without the slightest warning, the woman threw herself upon him. Her arms clasped him with the strength of frenzy. Her weight threw him off his balance. He staggered backwards. He made one wild grab with his uninjured arm at the iron rail, missed It, and most likely could not have hold it had. ho caught It, then slipped down the three or four iron steps, and, with the woman's arms still holding him, the two fell with a fearful thud on to the six-foot way. if he had time to raise one, was lost the shriek of the o»v w «. All was over in a second— thTtrahV was speeding on, leaving behind It a dark mat§ s lying between the up and the down Hues ( A' ti ue very last moment the way had be\ en> made clear to \ '' aral1 M W er — • J fell with her vlcV A her oae 1 1L, ...> ... Rb 01 irenzuva joy tnat sne naa found the moans to do God's work. For a minute or two after the lost carriage of the train had swept by, that black mass lay motionless In the six-foot way. Then part of it began to show signs of life. Slowly and painfully the woman detached herself from the victim. She rose to her knees, and remained there staring fixedly at the white face that looked up to her own. Her frenzy for the moment hail passed, and sho scarcely knew what had happened or what she had do;ic. She was unhurt The man had struck the ground first, and so borne the brunt of the shook. His head had fallen heavily on the ballast of the line, and he lay without sense or motion. AVas lie. dead'. 1 This, when her disjointed and scattered thoughts were oure inor.' able to resume tho terrible kaleidoscopic -pattern into which fanaticism had shaken •them, was the one question asked by the woman. She felt for the moment no remorse, no horror, but, the dread seized her that her baud might have failed; that the work might not yet Iw done; that she had not fulfilled lu-r destiny. She bent over the prostrate man and placed her cheek close to his lips. He breathed I Sho felt the faint breath on her check! She laid her baud on his hpavt and felt its pulsations, slowly distinct. She sprang to her feet with a sharp cry of distress. Sho had failed 1 llervey was alive and would recover. The work had not been done I Sho peered wildly into the darkness. She scarcely know for what sho looked. A large stone, a piece of iron, anything which would show her that the hand which had guided her so far on the fearful road of fate had not deserted her; but she found nothing, absolutely nothing which could servo her need. But suddenly, away along tho down lino she saw a round red light creeping apparently nearer and nearer. Her heart leant at tho sight. To the uttermost bitterest end tho way was clear. The final word had gone forth, the final revelation Was made to her. Sho placed her hands under the man's shoulders, and by au eil'ort of strength, desperate and far beyond what might have been expected from her frame, dragged him over the few feet of roadway which lay between him and the metals. Ho groaned once or twice, but remained senseless and motionless as sho placed him right In the track of tho coming train. " Tho red light was close—close at hand, but the man lay still and -recked nothing of it. The woman having accomplished her ghastly work, wound her' black shawl tightly round hor head, then fell upon her knees, waited, and lived an age in every moment. She heard, through tho muffling, the rush, she felt on her hands the wind of tho metal monster as it swept by; but she, heard or felt no more. Sho rose and -shuddered convulsively; then, without-a glance to see what her hand had wrought, stepped over the Hue, down the steep embankment, and was lost In the night. She had done what she believed to bo her appointed task. No longer would Maurice Hervey stand between Beatrice and happiness! • Tho poor wretch was almost cut in two. The wheels which had crushed tho life out of him were those of an engine on its way to pick up trucks on a siding someway down file line. The driver felt the slight obstruction, and having marked the spot whore it occurred, upon his return stopped the train and knew what had caused that momeiu.r.vy jolt, knew thirl a iimfs life had, in that second, passed away. Tho lio;iy was p'c'ied i;p, ji'.accd in it truck, taken to the Munich st-l'on. and tlnvici- lo tlio place appointed for tho reucpt'o'i of tin- bodies of unknown men wlio m"t \yilh n "•"l- di>n or a violent duaih. HOLLAND'S LITTLE QUKiK.V Koutlue of the Lives of th geut and Her Daughter. Ke- Although Queen Kiiiinn, who is regent of Holland during the minority of Queen AYilhelmitia, \v.ts a na.'ive ot 'Waldeck-Pyrmont, she Is now a true Dutchwoman. "When she was the bride-elect of King William 111. a learned professor was sent to teach her the language of (lie country 01 which she was to be queen. The .voung princess thought she would surprise her future subjects, and applied herself! wlvli such industry that when the prime minister came to see her three months later she conversed with him in Dutch, When the king, who was 02 years old, brought his young bride to The Hague, slie acted like a delighted child. She danced about the palace, laughed Just iis nuicli as she wanted -,o— wliieli wus a good deal— and had a good time latter being in a shallow vessel; and, during tho mnu'.tlnj; season. M small olt of iron' should bo put In the water for drinking. The food of u canary si ould consist principally of summer rape seed—that Is, of those small brown rape* seeds which arc obtained from plants sown in die spring and which ripen during the slimmer; large and black mpo seeds, on tho contrary, arc produced by such plants as are sovni iu autumn and reaped In spring. A little ehickweed in spring, lettuce loaves iu summer and endive in autumn, with slices of sweet tipple In winter, may be safely given; but broad and sugar ought to be generally avoided. Occasionally, also, -a. few poppy or canary seeds, and a small quantity of bruised lieiupseed ni;ij- be added, but the lost very sparingly. Cleanliness, simple food and frosh but not cold air are essential to the well-being of a cannry. During the winter the cage ! should never be IIUIIK in a room with- enet'iilly, nays the New York Sun. ! out ,, nrc . ml f OV on then, when the air , s lnilll !U1(1 ino sun Rhinos bright, the u^le prisoner will be refreshed by hav- , U) , ,.j, 0 w i m low open. Tho cage should novcl . uo i oss than eight inches In ! tlilunohll . nm1 ., f oo t hifjh, with perches !ilt different heights. ' The courtiers wen; not accustomed to such u'rlless gayely, and neither was tlie king. Consequently, he led his young wife up to the picture of liis mother, a severe dame, who, as lie «s-. sured Queen Kinina, "never danced." "A queen should never laugh in public," ho said. The piece of advice had vlio desired effect, and today tliere is not a more dignified queen in all Kurope, When the queen regent and her little daughter drive togvllu'i 1 flic ;notliei' replies to the cheers of the people wl.'h a stately bow, but Queen •Wlllielmlna smiles and answers each salute with a special inclination of the head. She often turns in the carriage and bows to some one she fears she 1ms neglected. One day she returned from ATl'HACTION OF TI1K ABYSS. .1 "conic selves Long to Throw Tliem- Krom 'High I'laces. Chovruul's well knowia experiments with, the exploratory pendulum and tho divining rod show that if we represent to ourselves a motion In any direction the baud will unconsciously realize it and communicate it Lo the pendulum. I he park so tired from skating that she 'The tippling tables reali/.o a movement ' we are anticipating through the Intervention of a real movement of the hands, of which we are not conscious. and went back to the foot of the steps j Mi'nd reading by those who divine by for a' special recognition of the soldier. ' taking your hand where you hare forgot to respond to the salute of lhe_ sentry at the jinliice door. At tlio ves.ibule, however, she remembered, The little queen has been well trained for her duties. She is proud of belonging lo tlio great bouse of Orange, and when her father was alive bis most olt'eov'iia 1 rebuke was: "My daughter, your conduct is not' that of a princess of the house of,Orange." Her mother lias trained her especially to be brave. Once, when vlu;.v wore driving, the horses ran away and the coachman was tlirrwn oul; but Quoen JOmuia immediately ordered fresh horses to be brought and llio drlvo continued, lest her diuig'Utor should learn the moaning of the word foar. Always in April Queen Wllliclminu und her mother go to the castle of Loo and remain until hue in the autumn. hidden aiiythlnK, is a reading of Impel 1 . ceptible motions by which your thoughts are translated without your behig conscious of them. In cases 01 fascination and. vertigo, which are more visible among children than among- adults, a movement is b.eguiu the suspension of which is prevented by a paralysis of the will, and it carries us to suffering and death. Wheui a child I was navigating a plank on the river without a thought that I might fall. All at once the idea came like a diverging force project ling itself across the >Vcl:illincai' thought, which bad alouo previously directed my action. It was as if an iuvisble arm sol'/.ed me and drew me dowm. I cried out and continued staggering over tbo TOO MUCH FOB HIM, The Logic of His Sweetheart Drove; His Mission Out of Mind. Here the little queen leads a serious, t re.nlar life. She rises every morning ( wliirling waters till help came to me. at 7 o'clock, but always liuds \liat her i The mere thought of vertigo provok- motliei' was up still curlier. She speaks both French and lOuglisli fluently, and makes rapid pi ogress iu music. She i walk over it, but when it Is over a possesses a Bible/illustrated with raro , pvoolpico and the oyo takes the meas engravings, and this Her mother reads I uro of tho distance to the bottom wqila'ius lo liur every day, Al'toi: rourosontivtloa of a falling motion ! ed it. The board lying on the ground ' suggests lao thought of fall when you tbe be- luueheon she 'drives hor ponies, some- coiiios Intense^ aild llio Impulse to fall limes four and sometimes six, sails her boat, or feeds hor pigeons, which will accepi food from no other hand than hers. In winter slie prefers the royal residence called the House iu tho "Wood, because there 1" a pond there, on which she skates every duy. He entered tbe room hurriedly, says tho Detroit Five Press. The young woman standing by the open fire greeted him with a smile. He strode up to her in frenzied haste. She was frightened, for ho bad never acted so before. Tlio smile faded from her face, and she grew pale. "Hist.V he sa'icl between his slim teeth. "What is it, dear?" she asked tremulously. He glanced over bis shoulder furtively; lie peered Into tbe corners of the great drawing-room like a limited iiiniiual. "Are wo aloneV" he whispered, hoarsely. Then it was that the woman's character in that fair young girl grew to its full maturity in an instant. All her life she had lived in Boston, yet no crucial test had ever come to her as this bad dome. "No, dear, we are not, 1 ' she answered simply, yet firmly. The young man started nervously and gaxocl about him. He Avas froifi Chicago and bad boon In ma'uy hair- breath escapes. "Who's here?" be questioned. "You are," she replied. "I know; I know"; he said impatiently. "But who else?" "I a'm," she whispered low. "No one else?" "No one." Ho laughed harshly. "Why do you mock rue?" lie asked. "We are alone," "We are not,"she insisted. "Oh, George," and her voice took on a tender, pleading tone, "cain't you see we are not alone?" He looked at her, bewildered. "No, I cannot," he said. The girl led him out into the light. "George," sho said slowly, "are you here alone?" "No," he replied, "you oro -with me.'' "Am I here alone?" "No, I am with you," "Then, George," she exclaimed triumphantly, "hoAV is it possible when neither of us is alone that both of us are hlolne? Is not the integer the same as Its fractional parts? Is the sum of two pigs and two pigs fotu- beans?" and, in the swirl of this Bos- toninn logic, George forgot why he hud so hurriedly entered the room. MUST GO DOWN WITH MIS SHU 1 . British Naval Captains Bound by an Iron Though IInwrbten Law. Tlio action of Vice Admiral Tyron iu refusing to leave tho bridge of the Victoria while there was a chance is being compared by military men of! i this city with tlio action of Brigadier | General George A. Ouster at the Big' Horn massacre. According to now geaeially accepVod facts, an opportunity was offered Ouster by n. goverumeu Indian scout to cut his way out. Ouster refused the proffered Bride blanket and headdress and remained to- die with his men. Instances are many iu tho British navy of captains of wai ships preferring to go down with ;'h.eir ships in preference to outliving them. It Is au ,old practice iu the British mivy, and one which, according to llio York Times, practically amounts rule, that the capVaiu who loses a ship never obtains a' second one. belief among many American Tryon was fully im- coiTospoudiugly so. Kveii If you are' safe there may still be what is called the attraction of the abyss. The vision of the gulf as a fixed idea, having produced au "imbibition" on all your ideas or forces, nothing is left but the figure of the great hole, with the Intoxication of tlio rapid movement that begins'-: \your brain and tends to turn the scale of the mental balance. Temptation, which Is continual in children j because ovcrythliiiK is "ew to them, la nothing else than the force of an Idea and tho motive impulse that accompanies it. . . • i MADAGASCAR OUCHIBS. They Are Fine Specimens, but Difficult and Dangerous to Get. The pursuit of orchids In Madagascar appears from a letter of that Indefatigable collector, M, Haniellne, to be a task of no little danger and difficulty, says the London Daily News. It was only after a year spent by the favor of Moyamibasso— a king • of a powerful tribe iicrccly hostile to foreign encroachments—in exploring a territory almost Inaccessible to Europeans, that he discovered tho gorgeous orchid now known as "Eulophlella Ellzabetlia." It is a parasite growing only in a very limited region, and on trees of slow growth. To secure the Now to a war The officers is that* bued with the seaman's idea of tho i plants which flourish on the tops of duty of a commander, and, knowing' t h e tallest of these trees he was oblig- that-hundreds of men were imprison-j ^ to have the -trees cut down and ed below decks, calmly decided to go carefully gather all the plants himself./1 down with the ship so long as a man aboard ha'd v'o die as the result of carrying out orders given by him during the maneuvering;. At the United States Naval Academy a monument Iu the centre of the grounds stands today with tho uumo "llemdon" on its face. Herudon was an American naval i oflicor who, before the civil war, was engaged while on furlough in 'Jhe command of a mail steamer plying between New York and tbe West Indies. Tho ship was lost iu the gulf stream off tluj Florida coast. She carried a large miirber of passengers at the time. The majority of the passengers Herndon saw safely placed in the boats. The lust bou'i/' waited for Herndon to jump in. Instead of availing himself of the opportunity, Herndon ordered the boat to cast off. The ship went down with Herndon in Ms naval uniform standing alone and In full view on the bridge. Although this French botanist had well-armed men with him, on whom he could rely, he w<as compelled to constantly guard against surprises by the warriors of neighboring tribes. Besides this the party were compelled to keep a watchful eye upon the *tfild animals haunting these primeval forests. The most terrible of all Is the "Madagascar "Protocryto- ferox," whose favorite haunts are among the masses of foliage where the Eulaphiella grows. This small but exceedingly dangerous animal }s described as crouching in the forks of trees, hidden among the rich tropical foliage iu.« c!'''.olng plants, and there watching for its prey. It is exceedingly agile, and the moment its victim approaches it slides silently down, and in one bound is on the top of It—a picture of horrible ferocity. THE CABE OF OANABD3S. or Handy, it is rumored, has resigned his position in the world's fair bureau of publicity to help the fair cut expenses. Suggestions Which, If Followed, Will Make Them Healthy, General James A. Walker, ex-lienteii- nnt govoinor of Virginia and J, C. Wysev, a presidential elector in the, last election, are principals in a QQurt sentiaj to life and health in cage birds; Leisure Hours: Especial care must be taken to keep the canary scrupulously clean. For this purpose the cage should be strewed every morning clean sand—or rather, fine gravel,, small pebbles are absolutely es- roorn stabbing affray and are held, JUjfregb $5,000 bonds, . „ , tyfy Joj- must be drinking every PBES1DENT TO LEAVE, * Going to Buzzards' Bay Today—Family Event the Cause. Washington, Aug. 10.—The president will leave tomorrow for Buszards' Bay to stay probably s unUl the first of September. It Is quite generally uwderstogd that an important family event wWcU Ulsely to" occur sopn IB what calls pm •^i

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