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UPPEM BIB M01NBB: AL(K)NA IOWA, W^JDJSJlSBAIf..« 8EPTHMBEH 28, INTERNATIONAL HCSS ASSOCIATION, CHAPTER XXXI.—(Continued.) "Tell me," he said persuasively. "No—not now—some day, perhaps," •h« tnswered. "You shall tell me now," said Lord Aylmer, steadily. He»looked so handsome and so dell termiteed that possibly in another mo- taent Dorothy would have given in and the mischief would have been out, but fortunately at that moment Esther Brand came in. "Oh! is that you, Lord Aylmer?" she »aid pleasantly. Lord Aylmer dropped Dorothy's hands with an inward curse; but he turned to greet Miss Brand with his blandest smile and most amicable voice. So the opportunity was lost for that dav. "May I Join you In your drive?" he said, after a few minutes. "Why, surely; it is your carriage," answered Dorothy. "Whenever you care to use it, it is yours," said Lord Aylmer gallantly. So It happened that the two ladles and Lord Aylmer went for a drive together. And whilst they were driving along Kensington Gore, a young man who was walking with a lady and a little girl recognized Lord Aylmer, and lifted his hat. Lord Aylmer looked annoyed, but he had no other choice than to raise his hat in return. "Who is that?" asked Esther. "Oh, some young man or other—I really cannot tell you," he answered. And .Dorothy fsat back in the carriage not feeling sorry that the young man had recognized Lord Aylmer, because in the lady walking beside him she recognized the lady with the cold, gene eyes who occupied the flat above own. But Esther, who had a dumb [ indefinable sense of something rong, and had seen the look of in- ^Jfiise annoyance on his face, chose that lament, of all others, to ask Lord Ayl- (•nieVi the one question which, though |Btoa|did not know it, was the most awk- "' "of any that she could have asked Lady Aylmer in town?" she ask- i|d Abruptly. *£ "Yes." He was positively surprised Into,',making the admission. then I suppose she will be call- ;jjy*pn my cousin before long?" Uatber scarcely put the remark in the TO of a question, and yet it was a f """on. Lord Aylmer found himself face of a difficulty for which he LB-jnot prepared. Yet he made haste i^fejlpswer, for Dorothy's cousin was aph'atically a young wopian. who could ignored. '''I do not think I can •or for Lady Aylmer in that re- he said, with his most punctili- , "She and I do not In any way j same life, do not visit in the iij^oclety, except so much as is un- at-Aylmer's Field. In fact, .ji not get on very well together— %|s the pity—and she goes her way mine, without one in any jtrylng to influence the other. It is ~sible that Lady Aylmer may •Mrs. Harris; but, again, it is probable that nothing her to do so. Really, I answer for her one way or the CHAPTER XXXIT. N a veranda of the Government House at Madras, Dick Aylmer sat smoking—smoking and brooding over the inexplicable tangle which we call life. He had now been three months without one word from Dorothy. He did jOW if the child had been born if mother or child were living if Dorothy, his dear little wife, se or true. He had heard from ge after reaching India, when written in good spirits and jy words of love for him, and at anticipation of their meet- few months' tjme. he was sitting there brooding thoughts, a young man dress- ftite garments came through a behind him, and pulled up a a little nearer to Dick's, in pie carefully disposed himself. JJy, Dick," he remarked, "I don't half a bad place. Not so jolly idon, of course, but still not half *i t |jte it," answered Dick, shortly, {her, fresh from home, looked with amused pity. "Poor old Ike town better. Yes, of course. Why did you come out, then, eh? You got the post that was meant for me." "Lord Aylmer got the appointment, and I had to come—I had no choice. I shouldn't be here If I had, you may be sure," Dick answered. "Ah! Lord Aylmer. Queer old chap, eh?" "Awful old brute," said Dick, with a sigh; "but he happens for the present to be the ruler of my fortunes, and a thorough-going old martinet he is, too." "Ah! I saw him the other day." Dick looked up with some interest. "Did you, though? In town?" "Yes." Now, town to Dick meant where Dorothy was, and for halt an instant he had a wild idea that this man might be able to give him news of her. It died almost in its birth, however, and he said, indifferently enough. "Were you in town long?" "A fortnight altogether. My sister lives in town, you know." "No, I didn't—didn't know you had a sister." "Oh, yes; she's a widow—had a little flat." "A flat!" Dick pricked up his ears. "Yes. Where?" "In Kensington. Palace Mansions they're called." "In Palace Mansions?" Dick managed to repeat. The whole world seemed to be blotting out in a strange and insidious fashion, and it was two or three minutes before Dick came to his full senses again. "I don't think she ought to live there," Marston went on, not looking at Dick, but attending to his pipe. "Living alone except for the child. You never know what the other people aro, don't you know. Now, there's a pretty little woman living in the flat below her " "What number is your sister's?" Dick asked in a harsh, strained voice. "No. 6," Marston answered. In the flash of an instant'Dick had made a wild calculation. Yes, he meant Dorothy by "a pretty little woman." "Well?" he said. He felt sick and faint and cold; he knew that now he was on the eve of news, Sind Marston's tone had made him dread to hear it. Marston, all in ignorance, went on speaking. "Such a pretty girl. I saw her several times—fairish hair and delicate-looking, almost like a lady. Well, she went to live in the flat below my sister's and was very quiet. Husband came and went. My sister fancied it was a bit suspicious, and was careful to get no acquaintance with her. Well, for some months all went smoothly and quietly enough, then she heard, through her servants, I suppose, that Mrs. Harris' husband had gone off to India, and that she was going out later when the child was born." "Was there a. child?" Dick asked. He was trembling so that he could scarcely force his lips to frame the words. Marston noticed nothing, but went on with the story. "A child. I don't know if there was one then—there's one now. I've seen it." •Dick sat still by a mighty effort, "Well," he said. "Well, only a few days after the poor chap had gone my sister saw her handed into a smart carriage by an old gentleman—heard the footman call him 'my lord'—pair of highstepping horses —all in grand style. And now that carriage is always there, and who do you think the old gentleman is?" "How should I know?" answered Dick, who was going over and over the postscript of his uncle's letter. "You'll know when I tell you," said IMPOSSIBLE! Marston with a chuckle; "it was your old uncle, Lord Aylmer." "Impossible!" Dick burst out. "Not impossible at all, my dear chap," said Marston coolly. "I saw her driving with him myself, and jolly wretched she looked over it. I must say I pitied the poor devil out here; but I dare say he is having a very good time all the same. Eh? What?" he asked of a native servant, who had noiselessly approached him. "My lady wishes to speak to you, sir," said the man, Avho spoke very good English. "Oh, all right, I'll come," and Marston went in, leaving poor Dick to light his battle of pain alone. So that was it, after all. No, he wouldn't believe it, and yet—yet—how could he help believing it? Marston had told him the plain, unvarnished facts, not knowing that Dick Aylmer and Mrs, Harris' husband were one and the same man. So this was why his uncle had suddenly taken a guiding hand in his fortunes—this was why he shipped him oft' to India, at what might be called a moment's notice. "He had seen my Dorothy, and Granted nlfl out of the way, and he got me Out «f the way, and my darling—but no, no —I will believe nothing— nothing r unttl I have seen her. As soon as Lord Skevverslelgh returned to the house Dick sent to ask if he could see him, and to him he explained something of the position ot affairs, ending with, "I must go home, if it costs me all I have in the world." Now, It happened that Lord Skev- versleigh, though he liked Dick very- well, had particularly wished to make Marston his literary secretary, and had he been able to refuse his old friend Aylmer he would certainly have done so. There were, however, certain pages of past history which practically precluded this possibility, but they did not preclude him from allowing Dick to throw up his appointment and betake himself home as soon as he liked; and with the very next steamer Dick said good-by to India and to Government House and set sail for his native country, hurrying off the boat at Brlndlsl and jour'neying homeward overland like an avenging spirit with whom the wicked old man who was the head of his house would have a very hard reckoning and but scant quarter. For always in his heart there was that piteous appeal: "This long silence is killing me—for God's sake put me out of suspense, one way or the other." CHAPTER XXXIII. Y dint of hard traveling day and night Dick accomplished his journey home from India in fl f t e e n days—a short time in which to traverse such a distance; but oh, how long It seemed to Dick's anxious heart and feverish imagination! The fast P. and O. boat seemed to be standing, still, the passage through the Sue/. Canal was maddening, although they went straight through, which was as lucky as unusual. Then there were the seemingly endless delays in getting off the steamer and into the train at Brindisl, and when at last they were fairly off the train seemed to crawl along no faster than the boat. Yet, in spite of all this impatient and vexatious anxiety, Dick made an unusually quick Journey home, and in fifteen days from touching at Bombay he found himself walking along the platform of the Victoria station. It was hard on the time of Christmas—crowds of people were hurrying to and fro, most of them with that busy and impatient look upon their faces which even the dullest persons generally assume at the approach of the festive season. But Dick did not trouble himself much about them. He had very little luggage to impede him, all his heavy bitggag-e having been left in the steamer to come by sea— in fact, he had only his ordinary portmanteau and liis hat-box, a couple of rugs and his stick; all of these he had with him in tin carriage, so that he was almost the first passenger to get his luggage passed. "Cab, sir?" asked his porter, "ifes, hansom," Dick answered. The man shouldered the portmanteau and went off to the cab rank, Dick following; but he was not destined to reach it without interruption, for as he crossed the less crowded part of the platform he heard an exclamation of surprise and found himself face to face with Lady Aylmer. "Dick, Dick, is it you?" she cried, staring at him. Dick put out his hands to her. "Yes, Lady Aylmer," he said; "I've come back. I'm in trouble—horrid trouble!" "My dear boy, how?" she cried. Dick looked about him; 'he was anxious not to waste a moment in getting to Palace Mansions, "You are going away," he said, uneasily. "I am keeping you. It is a long story, and I am anxious to get home to my wife." (To be Continued.) WHAT "G. S. H." MEANT. CubalUtlu Letters on nn Kgg Flimlly fci- t(ir|n-e[oil KlKhtly. * The Portland Express Is responsible for this story: A lady on Pearl street purchased a dozen eggs at Wilson's grocery store the other day. On one of the eggs she found the cabalistic letters, G. S. H. The event was noised among the neighbors, and it created a great deal of excitement. All the women assembled at the house of the lady who found the egg, and held a consultation. It was unanimously agreed that the letters were prophetic of something, but what? One lady suggested that it meant "Give Sinners Help." Another suggested that it meant "God Sends Help." Still another said it meant that "God Saves Heathens " Another declared that it meant that "God Sends Harmony." A certain old lady, who is well known for her religious devotion, had not taken part in the discussion, but sat intently listening to her sisters, who were becoming quite animated. Suddenly this good old lady jumped to her feet, and in tones of exultation declared that she had figured out what the letters on the egg stood for. With the fire of righteous indignation sparkling in her eyes, she declared that the letters meant "Give Spain Hell." All present at once unanimously agreed that the interpretation was right.— Lewiston (Me.) Journal. n 1 Up." 'Rastus—"Pete, ain't ye through primpin' fo' tie cake walk y't?" Pete— "Not quite; gotter git er lettle more aigo ou de razah."—New York Journal. When a widower courts a widow they are both In favor of a new trial OF ALEX M'DONALD HAS HIS MILLIONS. MADE A Few T«ar» Ago Ha \V»» a Common Laborer—Now HI* Wealth Rat Exceeded tils Wildest Dream* of Avarice —Keeps Account* In 11 Id Head. (Special Letter.) -sfe* I L L CONDERS, who had been in Alaska for eight years, had $3,000 In gold dust In the spring of '96. "Never had so much before," he reasoned, "an" ain't likely to have so much again unless I go out an' blow It." Bill knew everybody in Circle City, and everybody — which Includes the Indians and the Malamute dogs — came ilown to the steamer to see him off. Before Bill reached Seattle the rich diggings of the Klondike were discovered and Bill's old friends who had staked claims in the first rush were worth fortunes. A year later, when Bill returned, he sat down on a log in front of DawHon with his friends, and each one bit off a big chew from Bill's "Well, Bill," said one of them, "Alec MacDonald has got pretty much the whole shooting match. He's king of the Klondike now." "What! Big Alec that was down in Circle?" "Yep. He was workin' a windlass for Frank Conrad. You remember him? So tall he had to go down on his knees to get in a cabin door. Made him tired to lift up his arms and his legs used to get tied In a knot. Didn't drink, and didn't seem to care, anyway? Well, that lucky cuss is worth three millions if he is worth a cent. Fellers that come down the creek with white collars on and Jap cooks they call him Mister MacDonald." "Staked it, 1 suppose? Fell into It and couldn't get out of it?" "Nop. • Never staked nothin'." "Well, how in h— 1 did he get it, then?" "Brains!" "Humph! Thought there was some- thin' unnatural about it," put In Bill. "That explains it all. We never knew he had 'em, and he didn't know he had 'em till one day he threw up his Job and said: 'I ain't going to the than knows that he will See tha $20,000 oh that day. He was one ot the first to have confidence In the country. When his confidence was proved wise the miner of the Klondike In turn, had confidence in him. The king drifted westward from Nova Scotia long before he was of age. In the '80s he accumulated as much, as $15,000 in mining operations in Colorado. This he lost and then he started for Alaska. Every cent that he got out of No. 30 Eldorado, the first winter, he Invested in o ther claims, and with It all the other capital that he could get on the strength of the gold still in the ground at No. 30, and of the gold supposed to be under the untouched sod of his new purchases, paying as high in some instances as 10 per cent a. month interest. For capital was scarce and knew its value. The first time that I ever saw the king he was in the cashier's office of the Alaska Commercial company, and he needed a shave as much as the men who were crowding around him. The men had packed down from his claim $200,000 in dust, which was piled on the counter in leather bags. This amount was all going for the grocery bills of his employes and the payment ot sums that he had borrowed during the winter. "I'll pay when clean-up comes," was the promise that he invariably made; and he kept the promise. Even the men who worked for him waited for their wagea until clean-up time. When he had bought a claim on his word he got men to work it on his word. He bought lumber for his sluice boxes on his word. It was a case of make or break, and the Alec MacDonald who was a poor man in the summer of '97 In the summer of '98 was worth $3,000,000. His claims seem to have been selected in the right places. He had no Interest on Lower Bonanza, which was the disappointment of the Benson. The claims he owned on Upper'Bonanza and Eldorado happened to be the best there. Whereas his confidence in the new creeks, Sulphur and Dominion, seems to have been perfectly well founded. For his claims on Dominion and Sulphur he could have received three times their cost last June, but he wouldn't sell. "I am no speculator," he said. "When I buy a claim I work it, and when I go broke It will be because I've made mistakes in buying." Big Alec tulks this way to his intimate friends, but not to a stranger. The giant seems as awkward to the stranger as a country boy in town. ALEX. M'DONALD. work any more. I'm going to get rich.' That was just after the Bonanza strike, when wo didn't know what was in Eldorado. Most of us thought there wasn't a color In It. Alec scraped three or four hundred dollars together anil ha bought No. 30 Eldorado, and everybody thought that he had only clinched another nail in his reputation 1'or being a lightweight. But he took $250,000 out of No. 30. the first seasoi). She's good for a million ,if she's worth a cent. Besides that, you'll find that wherever there's a good claim in the country Alec's got his hand on it or is next door to it. Pluuge! Why, that long, lanky Scot that was turning a windlass for $3 a day two years ago plunges in a way that'd turn you gray- headed In a night." Indisputably, "Big Alec" Is the leading man of the Klondike. It is a community of claim owners and of the king. In wealth nor In power no one there approaches him. After him there are a score of men, one of whom is as rich as another. He is (i feet 2 inches in height, and not particular as to the clothes he wears. In the'front room of the little cabin where .i he rolls up In a blanket at night whenlhe stops at Dawson, are two boardj; propped against the wall. Only of late have the two boards riaen to the dignity of three unassuming account books, in charge of a man who is the king's secretary. But, having these luxuries, the king continues to carry his accounts in his head, How would he know that the account books were right if he didn't? As a boy he learned to read and write, which was considered enough for any body in the rural part of Nova Scotia to know. If he had received an education perhaps he would have more respect for written language. When a man goes to him, with a long written contract, the k'lng says: "Now, i tell you what I'm going to do, I'll remember just what I told you and I'll do it. If you don't like that I'll do business with somebody else." If lie goes to any man in the Klondike »nd says: "I'll give you $20,000 for youv claim a wuuth from to.-d.ay," SHELLS AND STONES ADORN IT Maj. Grady's body was incased in a box made from boards from a Spanish blockhouse and was deposited in a grave at Santiago about four feet deep. After the grave was filled a mound of earth was thrown up over it about one foot high, slopes on sides and ends with round stones sunken in all around the slopes. In the center of the mound WHK a cross made of shells and surrounded by a circle of small atones. •*"»,¥» f -~- «*>s» GRAVE OF' MAJ. GRADY AT SANTIAGO. The headstone was of brown tiling, with inscriptions cut in. I'olntett A floor-washing match might ba termed. a scrub race. Nothing will blind a man so effectually as throwing gold dust in his eyes. Compared with the amount a man wants In this wpi'ld, it is surprising how little he can manage to get along with.— Chicago News. The Worm'* Mrs. Enpeck—"The us that blessings oft disguise." Mr. de» show are YQU T,' Established 1780. Baker's Chocolate, celebrated for more *2 than a century as a \y delicious, nutritious, '& and flesh-forming 2, beverage, has our <3 well-known *3J Yellow Label <? on the front of every 131 package, and our 2j trade-mark,"La Belle <gr ChQcolatierei"on the "3 1 back. " $1 NONE OTHER GENUINE. MADE ONLY BY WALTER BAKER & CO. Ltd., Dorchester, Mass. STARCH THE BEST FOH Shirt Waists, Shirt Fronts, Collars, CuffS anj DeUgate Clothes. oui Booklets, Laugh and Learn. SLICKER Keeps both rider and saddle perfectly dry In the hardest storms, Substitutes will disappoint. Ask for 1807 Hlsh Brand Pommel Sliclicr— It Is entirely new. If not for sale In your town, write for catalocue to A.J. TOWER, Boston, Mass. I What's the Matter with KANSAS? KANSAS OWNS (ln rou ,,,i numbers) 9110,000 liprsi'n mid mules, MO,000 mllcU cows, 1 ,(iOO,IWO oilier cattle, 3,400,000 fcwlno (mil t!»!i,000 »lic.M'i>. ITS FARM PRODUCTS thli year lu cliiitn \r,0,!m,U>itt liusheU of corn, (10,000,000 hviBlicU or whei» unit millions upon millions of dullura m value of oilier KniluH, fruits, voKctaulKa, etc. lu Unlit* ulouc it linn » shoruxo. Beml for a free copy of "What's the Mailer wllli Kan»a«?"~» uew book of 9i! path's of factn. (leneral Passenger OHIce,; Tht jUrbl.on, Tii|i<ik» * H«nU Ft It.lUi., " for mix year* I wan a victim ol'dT«- pepBlu In Its worst form. I could eat i.jtmnpr but milk Count,, und at times my stuinucu would not retain and digest even that. Last March l tiOKUii tuklug L'ASOARICTS and alnve then I tmve steadily Improved, until 1 am as well an I ever wu.s iti my life." DAVID H. MUKPHT, Newark, O. tNaaiant. Palatable. Potent. Taste Good. 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