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Algona, Iowa
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Wli3NlSDAt, MAItOtt 16 IMS* INTERNATIONAL PRESS ASSOCIATION. CHAPTER XXXIIL—(CONTINUED.') J The nurse, having lifted little Leon Into the bed, returned to her chair he- side the flre, while Marjorie put her arm^around the little fellow's .shoul- •ders'llnd presently fell asleep. Now that the fever had actually passed away, Marjorle's convalescence tvas rapid. She still kept to her bed, being too weak even to move without assistance, •ind during the day little Leon was constantly with her. She asked a few .juestions, and the more she heard the more her curiosity was aroused. One day she inquired for the grave lady whose face she dimly remembered to have seen, and who she now heard •was the mistress of the house. In the ifternoon the lady came to the bedside. Marjorie was sitting up In bed that flay, propped up by pillows, looking the very ghost of what she had once been; while on the bed beside her was little Leon, surrounded by his toys. He looked up, laughed, and clapped his hands when Miss Dove came in, but she only frmiled and gently rebuked him for his toisterousness. Then she sat down beside the bed and took Marjorle's hand. "Well, my child," she said, "so f ou are rapidly getting well." For a moment Marjorie was silent— $he could not speak. The tears were 'blinding her eyes and choking her •Voice, but she bent her head and kissed •the hand that had saved her. "Come, come," eaid Miss Dove,' "you <nust not give way like this. You have to tell me all about yourself, for at present I know absolutely nothing." With an effort, Marjorie conquered •her emotion and dried her tears. But what had she to tell?—nothing, It seemed, except that she was friendless , fcnd alone. "Nay," said'the lady, gently. "You are not that; from the moment you entered this door you had friends. But tell me, my child, how was it I found you and your child starving upon my •threshold? You have a husband, per- taps? Is he alive or dead?" Marjorie shook her head. "He is here, in Paris, madame." "And his name Is Caussidiere, Is it •not? So Leon has told me." "Yes, madame, Monsieur Caussi- diere." "We must seek him out," continued Miss Dove. "Such conduct Is not to be endured. A man has no right to 'bring his wife to a foreign country and then desert her." "Ah, no," cried Marjorie; "you must not do that, I will leave the house whenever you wish, madame, but do •not force me to see him again." Miss Dove looked at her for a mo- .ment in silence; then she rang for the nursei lifted Leon from the bed, and •Bent him away. "Now, my child," she said, when the two women were alone, "tell me your |etory." And Marjorie told it, or as much of it ,s she could recall. She told of her arly life in the quaint old manse in .nnandale with Mr. Lorraine Solomon ind Mysie; of Miss Hetherington, and f the Frenchman who came with his ipecious tongue and wooed her away, 'hen she told of her life in Paris, of ,er gradual estrangement from all her •lends, and finally of her desertion by ,e man whom until then she had be- eved to be her husband. "So," said the lady, when she had nished, "you were married by the Inglish law, and the man Is in reality it your husband. Well, the only ing we can do is to leave him alone together, and apply to your friends." jMarjorie shook her head. 'That is useless, madame," she said, hen my little boy had naught but £rvation before him I wrote to my ither in Annandale, but ahe did not wer me." Is that so?" 'Yes, madame, it Js true." i"It is very strange," she said, "but must see what can be done, Marie—may I call you Marjorie? In the itime you must not think of all ,ese sad things. You must amuse furself with Leon and get well quick" and my task will be the lighter." fter this interview Miss Dove visit- Marjorie every day, and sometimes | for an hour or more by her bedside; when at length the invalid, who ed strength every day, was able rise from her bed, she lay upon a .ch by the window, and watched the shine creeping into the streets. ;t was not like Marjorie to remain ;e when there was so much to be pe, and as the weakness passed away ir brain began to work, planning for future. She had several schemes ,de when she spoke of them one ;ht to Miss Dove. e lady listened quietly, then she d: You would rather remain in Paris, ^jprie, than go home?" ''Madame, I have no home." 'You have Annandale Castle." ihe shook her head, 'indeed, it is not my home now! I te, and there was no answer." suppose you heard that that a mistake; suppose you learned t your dear mother'was ready to en her arnjs to receive you, whaj you say |hen, my phllfl?" jd'nflt reply. If ttw truth must be told, her troubled heart found little comfort in the thought of a meeting with Miss Hetherington. At last, after long reflection, she spoke: "I know my 'mother—she Is my mother—is very good; but it has all been a fatality since I was born, and I can hardly realize yet that we are so close akin. Ah! ,if I had but known, madame! If she toad but told me at the first, I should never have left Scotland, or known so much sorrow!" Miss Dove eighed in sympathetic acquiescence. "It is a sad story," she replied. "Your mother, proud lady as she is. has been a great sinner; but she has been terribly punished. Surely, my child, you do not bear any anger against her in your heart?" "None, madame; but she Is so strange and proud. I am almost afraid of her still." "And you have other 16vlng friends," continued the lady, smiling kindly, "Do you remember Mr. Sutherland?" "Johnnie Sutherland?" cried Marjorie, joyfully. "Who told you of him?" "Himself. He is back here in Paris." Marjorie uttered a cry of delight. "You have seen him? You have spoken to him? He knows " "He knows everything, my child; and he Is waiting below till I give him the signal to come up. Can you bear to see him?" There was no need to ask that question. Marjorie's flushed cheek and sparkling eye had answered, it long before. Miss Dove stole quietly from thtf room, and almost immediately reappeared, followed by Sutherland himself. "Marjorie! my poor Marjorie!" he cried, seizing her hands and almost sobbing. But who was this that Marjorie saw approaching, through the mist of her own joyful tears? A stooping figure, leaning upon a staff, turning toward her a haggard face, and stretching out a trembling p'alsled hand. It was Miss Hetherington, trembling and weeping, all the harsh lineaments softened with the yearning of a mother's love. "My bairn! my bairn!" "Oh, mother! mother!" cried Marjorie; and mother and daughter clung together, reunited in a passionate embrace. CHAPTER XXXIV. HEY took her home with her little boy to Annandale, and there in the old Castle Marjorie soon recovered her health and her strength. It was winter still; the landscape was white with snow, the trees hung heavily under the icy load, and a blue mask of ice covered the flowing Annan from bank to bank; but to Mar- .jorie all was gladsome and familiar as she moved about from scene to scene. She wore black, like a widow, and so did little Leon; and, indeed, it was a common report everywhere that her husband was dead, and that she was left alone. As to Miss Hetherington's secret, all the world knew it now, for the swift tongue of scandal had been busy before Marjorie's return. Heedless of the shame, heedless of all things in the world, save her joy in the possession of her daughter, the grand old lady remained in deep seclusion in her lonely ancestral home. In these sad, yet happy days, who could be gentler than Miss Hetherington? The mask of her pride fell off forever, and showed a mother's loving face, sweetened with humility and heavenly pity. She was worn and feeble, and looked very old; but whenever Marjorie was near she was happiness itself. The fullest measure of her love, however, was reserved for Marjorie's child. Little Leon had no fear of her, and soon, in his pretty broken .English, learned to call her "grandmamma." "We began wi' a bar sinister," said the lady one day, as they sat together; "but there's no blame and no shame, Marjorie, on you and yours. Your son is the heir of Annandale." "Oh, mother," cried Marjorie, sadly, "how can that be? I am a mother, but no wife." "You're wife to yon Frenchman," answered Miss Hetherington; "ay, his lawful wedded wife by the English and the Scottish law. Out there in France he might reject you by the law of man; but here in Scotland, you're his true wife still, though I wish, with all my heart, you were his widow instead." "Is that so, mother?" "True as gospel, Marjorie. It's wi' me the shame lies, like the bright speck of blood on the hands of the thane's wife, which even the perfumes of Araby couldna cleanse awa'!" "Don't talk of that, mother!" cried Marjorie, embracing the old lady. "I am sure you are not to blame." "And you can forgive me, my bonny •bairn?" "I have nothing to forgive; ypu were deceived as—as I have been. On, mother, men are wicked!—I thjnif they hayp ,evll hearts." The qW MY looked Jong ftnd in her daughter's face; then sh« eatd, •With a loving etnilfe: "I ken one man that has the heart of a king—ay, of an angel, Marjorie." "Who, mother?" ' "Who but Johnnie Sutherland? iny blessings on the lad! But for him, 1 should hate lost my bairn forever, and it was for his sake, Marjorie, that 1 wished ye were a widow Indeed!" Marjorie flushed a deep crimson and turned her head away. Sutherland's unswerving devotion had not failed to touch her deeply, and she understood It now In all Its passionate depth and strength; 'but she still felt herself under the shadow of her old sorrow, and she knew that the tie which bound her to Caussidiere could only be broken by death. ****** Thus time passed on, until the dreary desolate winter of that terrible year, so memorable to France and Frenchmen, set In with all Its vigor. There was little joy for Sutherland. Indeed, his trials were becoming almost more than he could bear, and he was wondering whether or not, after all, he should leave his home and Marjorie, when there came a piece of news which fairly stunned him. It came in the shape of a letter and a paper from his Parisian artist friend. The letter, after a few preparatory words, ran as follows: "You may be shocked, but I hardly think you will be sorry to hear of the death of your little friend's husband, Leon Caussidiere. He disappeared in a most mysterious manner, and Is supposed to have 'been privately put to death. What he was, Heaven knows! but he mixed a good deal in politics, and judging from what you told me about him, I shouldn't be at all surprised to hear that he was a spy. Well, at any rate, whatever he was he is gone —peace be to his soul, and I fancy the world will get on a good deal better without him than with.him. At any rate, a certain .part of it will, I know! With this I send a paper, that you may jfead the official account of the death of your friend, and 'know that there Is no mistake about it." Having finished the letter, Sutherland turned to the paper—glanced down Its columns; came upon a marked paragraph, and read as follows in the French tongue: "Caussidiere, holding an officer's commission under the Committee of Public Safety, has been convicted of treasonable practices and put to death. He was tried by military tribunal, and executed yesterday." Sutherland put down the paper and held his hands to his head; he was like a man dazed. Was he glad? No, he would not allow himself to feel glad —to rejoice in the death of a fellow- creature, even though he was his enemy. •And yet, if Caussidiere was dead, Marjorie was free. The very thought seemed to turn his brain. He put both the letter and the paper in his pocket, and went up to his room. He could not work, but he sat down among his pictures and tried to think. What must he do? Go to Marjorie? No, he could not do that—for she would detect the joy in his face and voice, and her sensitive nature would recoil from him, and that he could not bear. He must not see her; other lips than his must tell the news. He remained all the morning shut up in his room, but In the afternoon he left the house, and walked slowly across the fields toward Annandale Castle. (TO BE CONTINUED.) COAL, AND IRON. Showing: That Groat Britain Is Not Holding Her Own. Statistics show that, whereas Great Britain in 1840 produced 75 per cent of the world's supply of coal, at the preset time it produces only 34 per cent, says Nature. Atlantic liners no longer carry coal from Great Britain for tha return journey; they now take in American coal, and no less than 1,500,000 tons of American coal were thua consumed in 1895. The condition of the iron manufacturing industries has always exercised a most important influence on the production of coal so that a large demand for Iron draws with it a large demand for mineral fuel. During the last twenty-five years the world's production of pig iron has increased from 12,000,000 to 26,000,000 tons; but the share taken by Great Britain has fallen from 48,8 per cent to 29 per cent, while that of the United States has Increased from 14.1 per cent to 26.2 per cent, that of Germany from 11.4 per cent to 21.4 per cent, and that of Russia from 3 per cent to 4.7 per cent. Indeed, iron is now being Imported from the United States into this country, and, incredible as it may seem, the railway station at Middles- borough, the center of the iron trade, is built of iron brought from Belgium. Surely, then, the author of "Our 'Coal Resources at the Close of the Nineteenth Century" is hardly right in thinking that British coal and Iron still hold their own, He argues that other countries of Europe are exhausting their coal supplies just as Great Britain, yet the figures he gives show that Germany has in reserve, within a depth of 3,000 feet, 109,000,000,000 tons of coal, as compared with our 81,683,^ 000,000 tons within a depth of 4,000 feet. And this estimate does not include brown coal, of which Germany raises 25,000,000 tons annually. probable CUaugte to tbe Wubjber Hitherto rubber has usually been. se cured by the wasteful method, of put ting d0wn the trees. The recent d^ covery that the leaves fwaigh a y urer and. mqre cpplqus supply $ $um the trees, prpmijej t9 tft tbftt HOUSEHOLD AFFAIRS. ieic ol J?oric to Taste tike Tnttcef. : Take a small, rich leg of pork and boil it tilt nearly done, then take it : 'ont of the liquid, score the skin, staff lit by the knttckly port with a well- reasoned forcemeat, and then roast. •It will take about two-thirds of the ,time it would have taken had it not ibeen previously boiled, and will taste •very tender and savory. It should be served with a good brown gravy and bread sauce. Health Food Bread. An excellent rule for the "health food quick process bread" is this, as taught in the cooking schools: Add to a pint of thin oatmeal one pint of warm milk, two compressed, yeast cakes dissolved in a litte warm water, two rounded teaspoonfuls of sugar, six level teaspoohfuls of shortening, one rounded teaspoonful salt. Set in the morning, adding entire wheat flour and stirring and cutting with the back of a knife until you can't stir any more. Cover lightly and set to raise; when twice its bulk—which will be usually in about two hours and n half —stir and kuead, divide in loaves, and ngiiin set to rise. Whon light, bake in a moderate oven three-quar ters of au hour until well done. Hearty and Delicious Soup. A hearty delicious soup is this, given by Miss Parloa. It is too hearty, in fact, to precede a dinner of many courses, but is just the thing on a cold winter's day, when the subsequent menu is frugal. The materials are one pint of white turnips cut in cubes, one-half pint of carrots in cubes, one pint ot potatoes in cubes, one-half pint of leeks (the white part), one large oniou, one clove of garlic, one ^ablespoonful of salt, three tablespoonfuls of butter, one teaspoonful oil sugar, one-third teaspoouful of pepi per aud two quarts of water. Out the onions fine and cook them slowlj with the butter, for half an hour; add the boiling water aud carrots and oooli half an hour longer. At the end ol this time add the turnips, potatoes, 'seasoning, and cook an hour. If you have parsley add a teaspoonful ten mimites before serving. The soup ia improved if some bones or trimming? of meat be added. Fried Creuiu. Put half pint milk in a saucepan, add two tablospoonftils flour, ond whole egg, a pinch of salt and ond tablespoonful sugar, teaspoonful bufrl ter, stir this over the fire to a thiolij creamy mixture, remove from fire, odd half teaspoonful vanilla and the yolk Of one egg, then set aside to cool. In the meantime, put some 'fat, larA or pottolene over the fire to heat, the same as for crullers. Then mix tho •oik of one egg with one-quarter cup ilk, a piuoh of salt, one tablespoonful melted butter and two tablespoonfuls flour, mix to a smooth batter; add last tho beaten whites of two eggs. When the fat is hot, take small portions with a teaspoon from the bold, boiled cream, drop it in the batter, then take it with a spoon, so that the cream is completely covered with jbhe batter; then let it fall into the fat,' jfry light brown; continue till all are fried. This will make about twenty cream frittters; serve them dusted with sugar or with fruit or lemon sauce. The cream, inside is soft, the same as ioreaui cakes. Iu place of vanilla flav priug, a little orange, lemon or almonc 1 may be used. — Boston Cultivator,' Household Hints. To prevent delicate fabrics tearing when hung out in frosty weather, dis- p polve three or four hundfuls of coarse' salt in the last rinsing water. Silver may be kept constantly bright by dissolving a little whiting in the boiling water used for washing it. All bieoes should be well dried and pibbed afterwards. ! To prevent rugs from slipping tibout on smooth, hard floors, wet tha (.•ugs thoroughly, and turn them right side down until dry. A rug merchant is authority for thin. A patent dustpan lias a spring at the back, by which it may be moved by the foot from place to place; thus doing away with the tiresome stooping of the old method. Safety matches often belie their name, and should never be thrown nway without close examination. Sparks fly from them, and smoulder sometimes into a disastrous blaze. To remedy the sagging of cane seats in chairs, turn the chair upside .down, wash the cane seat with strong jsoapsuds, soak it well, then set it away to dry. The seat will become quite Iflat. • It is an old truth, which will bear •being told Jagnin, that rats may be banished by setting saucers containing chloride of lime around the spots which they haunt. The fumes are ivery offensive to them. ! In using pretty flowery French papers for the walls of city bedrooms, jthey are often found more effective (without dado or frieae. They should |run straight Jfrom ceiling to base-' board, and be finished at the top with a narrow molding, preferably of wood Kings. IVom the remotest times women (have loved to adorn their fingers with rings, and some of the mummies (found in the Egyptian pyramids had ^heir fingers literally covered with them. Sometimes these rings wei-e gold, but at others they were of glass, pottery or brass, according, no Joubt, to the wealth of the wearers. , A ring is bestowed ia ma,rriftge fee-, use it wajs anciently a goal by ?*<Jers were signed, and tfee »f the ring was a token beaver of it psw^r tp, $8 deputy, TbW a woeaa»i HE BROUGHT IT FROM THE WORLD'S PAIR. And kept it two years. grfeat World's fcair, at Chicago, In 1893, while it gave pleasure to many, gave pain to hot a few ns an Indirect result of their vidlt to the White City. People wete lured along the miles of wonderful eschib- Its by the new marvels that met the gaze At every step, and did not realize their exhaustion until they dropped luto a chair In some breezy corner by the lake, and "cooled off." That's what began the trouble, In many cases. Of one such case, Mrs. t,. W. Stevens, Fort ^airfield, Me., writes: "My husband took * severe cold and cough two years ago last October—time of the World's Fair, which we attended. This cough lasted over two years, was accompanied by spitting of blood, and nothing could be found to help him, although various remedies were tried. Several doctors were consulted, but their prescriptions afforded no relief. Finally, I Saw an advertisement of Dr. Ayer's cherry Pectoral iu my paper and prevailed upon my husband to get a bottle and try it. The very first dose helped him and he wns completely cured in a short time. 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