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. , TMMttHHUf JMBM '' ;t'> i tt Vy-^v?»^ AtBSB^ BY CLARA AUGUSTA !NT£fcNATl6NAL P>ft£S6 ASSOCIATION^ It was August now, ahd the Weather it its hottest. Margie spent a large poftidh of hep time out of doors, with only Leo for a companion. She sat, one lovely afternoon, on the banks of the rl v er, dividing her titne between the charging panorama of sunshine and shadow before her, and a book of poems in her lap. when there was a step at her side. She looked up, and saw the face of Louis CastMnl. "Miss Harrison, you will, I trust, excuse me for seeking you here. But my wish to see you was so strong, that, on my way to the White Mountains, I left my party and turned aside here, to gratify the desire. You know you gave me permission?" "I did; but I hardly thought you woulfl take advantage of it." "Perhaps I ought not to have done so. Indeed, I tried hard not to. Are you • Very angry?" "No, I am not angry at all. I am glad to see you." She held out her hand. "So is Leo, too—only see him caper." The dog was leaping upon Mr. Castrani. with the liveliest demonstrations of joy. He patted the silky head. "It ia something to be welcomed by a brute, Miss Harrison: their instincts are seldom at fault, I believe. Have you been well, Miss Harrison?" • "Very well, thank you. And you? But I need not ask. Your looks answer for you. When did you leave New Tork?" "I have been in New York only a fortnight since I last saw you. Business has kept me elsewhere. I came from New York three days ago. What a beautiful spot you have hidden yourself In!" "I am pleased to hear you say so. Isn't it lovely? But you must tell me about home. How are all my friends?" "They are all well. How mellowly the sunshine falls on the rough crags opposite; and what a picture for a painter to transfer to canvas!" "Yes, I have wished I were an artist, over and over again. But I have no talent in that direction. My friends are all well, you say? What of Miss Lee? Did you see her?" "Yes, she is- well. What are you reading?" lifting the book from the ground where it had fallen. Margie turned suddenly upon him and regarded him searchingly. 'iWhy do you evade answering my questions, Mr. Castrani? It is natural that I should want to hear something of the home from which I have been so long away, Is it not? Why do you refuse -to satisfy my reasonable curiosity on that subject?" Castrani's handsome face clouded—• He looked at her with tender pity in his eyes. "Miss Harrison, wny will you press me further? Your friends are all well." "I know, but there is something behind that. Tell it to me at once." "I cannot—indeed, I cannot. You must hear it from other lips. I would rather die .than cause you one single pang of sorrow." "You are very kind, Mr. Castrani— you mean generously—but I want to know." Some subtle instinct seemed to •tell her what she was to hear—for she added, "Is it of Miss Lee?" "I told you Miss Lee was well." "Mr. Castrani, I have given you more ,cf my confidence that I have ever bestowed on any other person, because I respect you above all men, and because I have perfect confidence in your honor. Has this matter, of which you hesitate to tell me, anything to do with—with Archer Trevlyn?" Her voice sank to a whisper, before the sentence was finished, for she had never spoken his name since that fear- tal night on which his guilt had been revealed to her, •'I will reply to your Question by asking another: and, if it seems impertinent, remember that it is not so in- and that I do not ask it from p vulgar feeling of curiosity." ou can ask nothing impertinent, Castrani," she replied, earnestly, aank you. I do not Intend to. you betrothed to Archer Trevlyn?" grew very pale, but her eyes met arlessly, &s once, but it is all over npw/' dreary sigh, that was like the ' of the autumn wind tbrpugh the laves are you left New York—was it that?" before I left New York, It was Jeft there, I cannot tell sou can never ten any human a terrible necessity arose . MS apart." Jid Arch Trevjyn IjHarrlsonf asked Castrani, |contra,eting, bis dark eyes |th indignation, i my baud that severed the, : do not blame him for that, that it phpuld be YQ« brojse the 1 be asked, eagerly* p read something i» the e that sprang up in hii the glad light ia hi? eye ^MitT WV T ^S^Vw*nR™ * ^r^N alwapM&s 9»s 1« Y « «l I gbjH'nei •, ,1 J»y§ trujted lyfl and Miss Lee are to be married Iti Septembe* " "To Misa Lee—married to Mies Lee? Great Heaven! And ahe ia aware of his—What am 1 aaylng? What did 1 say? 0, Mr. Caatrani, excuse me—1 am ao—aurpriaed—" She groped blindly for aomething to cling to, fell forward, and he received her senseless form in his arms. He held her silently a moment, his face wearing a look of unutterable love and sadness; then he put her down on the grass, and brought water in a large leaf from the stream. He bathed her forehead, tenderly aa a mother might, murmuring over her words of gentleness and affection. "My poor Margie! My poor little t,.ir- ling!" He pressed the little icy hands in his, but he did not kiss the lips he would have given half his life to have felt upon his. He was too honorable to take advantage erf her helplessness. She revived after a while, and met his eyes as he knelt beside her. "Are you better?" he asked, gently. "Yes-, it is over now. I am sorry to have troubled you. I must depend on you to go to the house with me. Nurse Day will be glad to welcome you. And I must ask you not to alarm her by alluding to my sudden illness. I am quite well now." He gave her his arm, and they went up to the house together, followed by Leo, understand ttf, fsostttei, I you id infinite ffie-lfi a little t'ion. Ydii are tfeybtless ftwarg tint at time 1 was engaged to Mist Mar- (IffiBAt CHAPTER XIX. R C H E R TREV- lyn and Alexandrine Lee were married in September. It was a very quiet wedding, the bridegroom prefer- r i n g that there should be no parade or show on the occasion. Alexun- d r i n e and her mother both desired that it should take place in the fashionable church where they worshiped, but th6y yielded t» tJi« wishes of Mr. Trevlyn. He deserved some deference, Mrs. Lee declared, for having behaved so handsomely. His presents to his bride were superb. A set of diamonds, that were a little fortune in themselves, and a settlement of three thousand a year —pin money. The brown stone house was furnished, and there was no more elegant establishment in the city. Trevlyn House, the fine old.residence of V* . lata John Trevlyn, was closed. Only the old butler and his wife remained in the back wing, to air the rooms occasionally, and keep the moths out of the upholstery. For some reason, unexplained to himself, Archer never took his wife there. Perhaps the quiet rooms too forcibly reminded him of the woman he had loved and lost. Alexandrine's ambition was satisfied. At last she was the wife of a man whose love and admiration she bad :oveted since her first acquaintance with him. Prom her heart she believed him guilty of the murder of Paul Lin- mere; taut in spite of it, she had married him. She loved him intensely enough to pardon even that heinous Time. Her husband's admiration Alexandrine possessed, but she soon came to realize that he had told her the truth, when he said his heart was burlsd too deep to know resurrection. He was kind to her—very gentle, and kind, and generous—for it was not in Archer Trevlyn's nature to be unkind to anything—and he felt that L-e owed her all respect and attention, in return for her love. Her every wish was gratified. Horses, carriages, servants, dress, waited her command, but not what she craved for more than all—his love. He never kissed her, never took her hands in his, or held her to him when be said good-by, as he frequently did, for several days' absence on Batters of business. He never called her Alexandrine—it was always Mrs, Trevlyn; and through the long winter evenings, whejj they were not at some ball <B» party, a»(J sat by their splendid preside, he never put his bead in her lap and let her soft fingers caress his hair, as she bad. seen other husbands 4». ' ;' "' - ',-... in &*«''»'>«• Louis Castrani again appeared in New York society, His appearance revived the old story of his devotion to Margaret Harrison, and people began to wonder why she bad staid away from home so long, As soon as be beard of Castrani's arrival Archer Trevlyn sought blm out. He thought be bad a right to know if his suspicious touching Margie were correct, Oastrani received him coldly but courteously. Trevlyn was npt to he v0' polled, but went to the point at once, "Mr. Castrani," be said, "I believe I have tP deal witb a man, P? hPsor, and I trust that yp.u will do. me the ?a» vor of answering tbe questions I may ft«*. frankly," «I shall be happy t,o answer any inquiries, which, Mr, Trevlyn may prp* poji»d, provided they are. ti»e,nvreplied Cwtrsnl Treyiya hesitated. He bave bis suspicions confirmed, and toe feared that if thia man spoke the truth a«ob wQwjd be ths Qae®, ' "I *». fatet ''Such was the frlmof, sif." "It was correct. 1 loved hef fandly, with ay whole s&ulHust lave faer still— in spite 6f it all." "Mh Tfeviyfl," said Caatfattl. cold tepfodf lit his voice, "yeu have ft wife." "1 am awafe 6t it, but the tact doe* hot change my feeling**. 1 have tried to kill all regard for Margaret Hafrl- son, but it la impossible. 1 cah control it, but 1 canhot make It die. My wlfo knows it all— f taid h§f freely— and knowing it, ahe wag willing to bear my name. For some reason, unknown to me, unexplained by Margaret, ahe cast me off. t had seen her only the day before the fatal note reached me— had held her in my arms and felt her kiss upon my lips." He stopped, controlling his emotion, and went on resolutely. "The next day 1 received a letter from her, a brief, cold, almost scornful let* ten She renounced me utterly — she would never meet me again but as a ctranger. She need make no explanation, she said. My own conscience would tell me why she could no longer be anything to me. As if I had committed some crime. I should have sought her, from one end of the earth to the other, and won from her an explanation of her rejection, had it not been for the force of circumstances, which revealed to me that she left for the North, in the early express — with you — or equivalent to that. She entered the train at the same time, and you were both in the same car. This fact, coupled with your well-known devotion to her, and her renunciation of me, satis- fled me that she had fled from me, to the arms of — another lover." "Villain!" cried Castrani, starting from his chair, his face scarlet with indignation. "If it were not a disgrace to use violence upon a guest, I would thrash you soundly! You loved Margaret Harrison, and yet believed that damnable falsehood of her! Out upon such love! She Is, and was, as pure aa the angels! Yes, you say truly, I was devoted to her. I would have given my life, yea, my soul's salvation, for her love! But she never cared for me. I never enticed her to do evil— I would not, J? I could, and I could not, if I would! Who repeated thfs vile slas» der? Show him to me, and by heaven, his blood shall wipe out the stain!" All Trevlyn's pride and passion Isft him. His face lost its rigid tenseness, his eyfcs grew moist. He forgave Castrani's insults, he told him Mavgaret was pure. He put out his hands and grasped those of his companion. "0, sir," he said, "I thank you— I thank you! You have made me aa happy as it is now possible for me to become. It is like going back'to heaven after a long absenct, to know that sho was pure— that I was not deceived in her. 0, Margie! Margie! my wronged Margie! God forgive" m« for indulging such a thought of you." Castrani's hard face softened a little, as he witnessed the utter abandonment of the proud man before him. "You may well ask God to forgive you," he said. "You deserve the depths of perdition for harboring in your heart a thought against the purity of that woman. 'Archer Trevlyn, had she loved me as she did you, I would have cut off my right hand before I would have entertained a suspicion of sin in her! It is true sho went North on the same train as I did, but I did not know it until the journey was ended. Previous to that time I had not seen her for more than a fortnight, and I did not know she was near me, until in Boston my attention was attracted by a crowd of 'roughs' gathered around a lady and a greyhound, The lady had lost her port- monnale, and the crowd made somo insulting remarks which I 'took tho liberty of resenting, and when I saw the lady's face, to my amazement I recognized Margaret Harrison!" NOTES AfotJ tot & frlfrftt«r»< itfpubllfl 1ft Sooth Athiricil —the t,ste§t Cycle Itftftoird^-A toiar Atblate—ytfas* GoMlp. and himself do it Dan Stuart sue- ceeds ih getting a repnhitc 6f his own South Ameflca ere lottg there will be a difterent tale about the oppressed gloVeman. To In* sure full hteasure of success Dan would, of course, perennial president before any other to tell poor, body gets on the ground, and regard- Ing the building of railroads and other things in the civilized line, lie has a precedent in Harry Meiggs to study up. Aa .to obtaining proper recognition from other powers, Including the United Stales, I have no doubt; in fact, it is a 10 to 1 proposition that as soon as the scrapper is free and independent, with a domain of his own, the powers would fall over one another in trying to get solid. A fighter is a fighter, ho is at present and has been for some time shackled in this country; but let him Once taste the full glory of freedom and see what sort of position he would take up. Did the reader ever speculate as to how many Individuals of other walks of life it requires to balance one single fighter? Figures in this line show a remarkable state of affairs. Bob Fitzsimmons, Jim Corbett, Peter Maher and Tom Sharkey — only four — put In tho same limits, with good telegraphic facilities, would make a bigger dent on the same map than the whole of England. Lain not exactly sure that Stuart is getting ready to fit out an Individual South American republic. I only know that he has disappeared in that direction more than once of late and that he Is very mysterious about something. If this is not his plan It ought to be. Buba After Corbott. Dub "defls" have swarmed in on Jim Corbett like lo'custs since his four- round draw with Tom Sharkey In San Francisco. But the worst of them and »tho worst ever heard of emanated from Billy Smith, welterweight and ex-mystery man. Smith bragged he had $2,000 to bet he could knock Corbett out In six rounds. . In England recently Smith acted as if he were not more than one remove from lunacy, which was thought to have been brought about by something in the climate over there. Maybe tho dampness and fogs of 'Frisco have touched the same button. AM light ijfeavlfes. He had utility ^hicb teas wete ttettfr it* cliiied to BTS askancfe atid let" aluftS, and ^ number 6! little peffofffiafic^ bi his seemed to lend siibstfittce to the view. Me got his name fay Jumping in fbr small limits of three 6f fotif rounds and had boxed his way wftheiif gains: atit witb M&hetj dhoyaski, Peter Jackson and others. Mia great petfotm- ance along in this line was his toppling ovo* of Joe doddard in a three-found go, Oi Philadelphia, the first thumping th« Australian received in this country* ttency fiakef, who did the tfick fdf Butler, used to mill around Chicago his home; he is a light heavyweight some, hut of late has called Milwaukee and would be Quite a stiff one it it were not for a defect of the Kings. Baker is aflllcted with asthma, so that making a vigorous pass or so brings hia bellows wheesiy, which neceasltates hia Jumping away incessantly during a fight to recuperate. It's fight awhile and wheeze awhile with Henry, under such conditions ho has always done very well indeed. AzOto'R Kiirly C»feof. Aiiote, 2:04%, the champion gelding, by Whips, could have been purchased, so Mr. Hlckok tells me, at buyer's option during his early days at Palo Alto. He was not fashionably bred and, be-< ing very large, was used on the plow. He kicked so badly that they had to take him out and use him as a utility horse. Some day I'll tell you the whole story of Azote's early career just as related to me by Mr. Hlckok. Suffice it to say he cost Mr. Salisbury but $1,600 with a record of 2:14%. Every one knows how well he raced and at one, time he was thought to be the coming turf champion, but he would not quite reach, and It is more than likely his record of 2:04% Is to bo the end of his extreme speed capacity. Just how much he could have been sold for is beyond me, but it would have been very easy to have at one time obtained in the vicinity of $8,000 or $10,000 for the mammoth bay gelding. He is now turned out for a year. wife, says the Si- LMls first inatt?iage liatf " " dissolved 'by the (TO BB CONTIXDBD.* Tho "Waoht am Uholn." Of the martial songs more particularly connected with the various periods of storm and stress in Germany, one of the most celebrated is that of the "Rhine," composed by Becker and answered by Alfred de Musset in other weli known verses, The "Wacht am Rhein," by Max S.chneckenburger, was composed about the same period aa the Rhine song, but attained its widest popularity during the war of 1870. Unlike Becker's song, it cannot boast ot having been set to music by seventy composers, The patriotic song of "Deutscbland, Deutscbland uber Alles," was the work of the popular writer, poet, philologist, and historian, August Hoffmann, who was born at Fallersleben in the ye»v 1798, For a time we find him acting as librarian and later as a professor a* the university of Breslau, but the liberal tendency of some of bis writings cau'aed him, in 1838, to be deprived o. bis, 'professional chair, Fpr man? years he was librarian to the d uk e °Ratibor apd died In this sheltered p»9t in 1874. The German national anthem^ "Hell Plr Jm Slegerkranz," was writ* ten orislpally for the birthday P£ Christian VH., king of Denmark, by & Hoisteis clergyman, The wprdi wers written tP the air of "God 8a,ve, SImrkoy nn According to a lady fight-writer on a San Francisco paper, Tom Sharkey haa had a secret good opinion of himself for quite a long time. When other lews thoughtful people were going along in just the usual routine, Sharkey was girding up his loins mentally for just about such a happening as transpired ia his go with Corbett. Said Tom recently, to quote from the lady: "Yes, I've had my eye on Corbett for a long time. I saw him knock oui Sullivan in New Orleans, and I said to moself then that I'd try to do him some day." niiulo n Now Record, Arthur E. Smith is known in Chicago as the cycling letter carrier. He is a great distance rider and makes no more of breaking a record than he does of eating three meals a day. His latest feat In the record-breaking line was the riding from Chicago to New York in 137 hours and 21 minutes, He started from Chicago at 9:30 o'clock on Sunday and arrived at the city ball, New \'$t i A'l'opnlnr Athlclo. J. D. Winsor, jr., was elected captain of the University of Pennsylvania track team a few days ago. Winsor is a good J. D. WINSOR, JR. athlete, but owes his election more to his popularity than to his athletic ability. He promises to fill the place acceptably and with much less friction than is usually the case. He has the best wishes of his college mates, in, iw, and a few were modified fpr Prussian uge, IP later A. E, SMITH. York, fagged out but triumphant, at ?;8l p'cipcH the following Saturday aft" .ernoon. He had beaten the existing record P* 14? hpurs 15 wlawtes, held by master JJesing to Postmaster P&, Something Qf g gensatiQB hag r$$enjt* ly been, caujefl }n tfce,'^ fey ^ N|b> BlRg kno.ofegu£ p$ 9ft <( ai| $03" l«.ttf P by Henry Bjker, wJUph perfo,r!8,anc;e. Donvor J5cl Smith Afiruln, One of the results of the late Corbett- Snarkey stir-up in San Francisco was the bringing to the surface again of Denver Ed Smith and the posting by him of $1,000 In New York to go Corbett for tho heavy-weight championship, "Edward Deliver" Smith, as call him in England, generally comes up for a brief spell whenever there is a big contest or a championship eo. Smith, in stacking up such an amount of earnest money, was honest and serious in purpose, or some tone was honest and serious for him, for there is no doubt it was put up. Putting' up money and being willing to box, however, is not all there is to It. Especially in the case of Smith there are too many jobs he has not done by way of practical milling for him to expect to stir up enthusiasm In his case by merely showing that he is willing to go to work with a top notcher. Time on tho pugilistic dial swings round the. circle with a swiftness that other and slower mortals know nothing of; early morn- Ing with the majority of us Is very liable to he past midnight with the pugilist, and Denver has failed to have a proper appreciation of the flight of time as measured by the timepiece, of his tribe, That is not to say be is exactly old—30 years is bis age—but that he has not taken cognizance of the golden opportunities opened up to him by his whaling of Joe Gpddard, the one and only one good thing Smith has ever done. That great event in Denver's life happened tho 3d of March, 1893, equal to about fifteen years of ordinary time, the account of which I have unearthed only after delving deep in some duoty archives, Note* or th« Turf, Prince H,erschell, sold by poble to parties in Italy, has been debarred from trotting because not having prpp- er certificate pt exportation. The R,ea,dYlHe (Mass.) mile track, will have ?QQ additional stalls. " They There seems to. bj a pillar pu a attached to the n,a,me o? Prince., jn 83P lilt $ere 8ft Already tfcine,f!» rirtted'by tint ins*. squire had a' soft named fi Bob Ms a wiid bkde afid.proposed ta kaeek fci& father <mt bf 4 s%«Md iitit»fiw> til the capadmis breast pdbkel 6i IM •• 'squire's! great coat reposed & pint v tickler, well fllted, that that h§'p<r"dv? pose using eft his way back from aeei&g -, the Widew flrowa, > •: v 1 , Now» just before he started Bob slip*- - ped the tickioi' out and put in Its place • & small alarm clock, carefully wMnd and set fof li p, Wi ' •, ;.«' The 'squire had sat the fire but and 'Waa well on with his dvereoat, held" " ing the widow's hahd at the, door afidt; '• putting his sweetest words at the test* .'• "Yea, your firat husband,' my dear,*;* waa one of my beat frienda, and well' visit his and my lost Hannah's graV'ea,; ! Won't we, love?" "Ah, yea, for where was there a sweeter woman than your poor Hannah?" asked the Widow. "A good woman; she Was good enough, but there's a living one just, as aweet," said the 'squire, and he was drawing her to him for a kiss when whizz-wizz'rt wizzr-hizzer-ting-whir*r- tlng! bang the clock went off inalde of him. "Oh, Lawd!" screamed the widow; "•he's shooting to pieces. It'a Han- • nah's old peanny a-playln* inside bl him!" • , . "Shei said she'd haunt me! She allers told me so!" cried the "squire, running in a< stoop for his horse, with both hands pressed to his breast and the clock still striking, ting, ting. He rode like old Nick was after 'him and never knew the racket till he felt for h'la tickler and pulled out the little clock .that-Bob had bought at auction.' Then he laughed till the tears ran down hia cheeks, but he promised Bob never to spark another woman If ho'd only keep the joke from the neighbors. The widow believes to this day 'that old man Bray Js a. walking volcano and that his dead wife would set the batiery a-going if ever he • wdnt near a woman again to make love to her, SEVEN-PEAR-OLD HEROINE. 1.11tie JoDnle Shoeto Suvoa a Conrrutlo'B life. A wonderful exhibition of nerve and coolness In the face of deadly peril was shown Saturday by little Jennie Sheets, aged seven. The cheers of 300 passengers on the Kansas City limited attested their admiration of her bravery. Passenger train .No. 3 had ,just left Cabool, Mo; It being the Fourth, the railway company .had sent out an un•usually ( heavy train of eight passenger 1 coaches, two express cars aad two sleepers. A small trestle terminates a eharp curve a few miles east of Cabool. The train was making forty miles an hour when the curve was reached. Ae the train approached the trestle Engineer Jack Mcleven saw two women and two little girls on the trestle. To stop In lime was impossible. Tho women, who were the mothers of the children, jumped to the dry bed of the creek below, but the little ores remained on the trestle. Shouting to her little companion across the track without response, Jennie Sheets crossed to her, threw her on the extreme edge of the bridge sleeper and held her until the train passed. Engineer Mcleven stopped his train and led back 300 excited men e~$. women to find little Jennie anxiously Inquiring If. her. mother was hurt. They gave three cheers and a tiger as a tribute to Jennie's nerve.—New York World, Modern Fourth of July, The Fourth of July has a different meaning with each generation. In the earlier years of our country it was an emotional day. The feelings of exultation at liberty wrenched from a tyrant, and' of compassion for nationalities still "under the oppressor's heel," and of pride in American prowess were the impulses which' made the day heroic. in those swelling days patriotism was religion and the Fourth of July was a- festlval of piety — rough and riotous, yet essentially real. In these days the Fourth has another significance, We do not go extensively to hear orations, We do not take affectionate interest in having our tlons kindled as did our forefatihers," But we do think. This is the period of thougbtfulness. Our people are be,gln» nlng to realize that patriotism i& a mat- ' ler of details; that it is shown by atte,»> lion to some specialty In public affairs, The arm-swjnslng and wlld^eyed who talked generalities ba§ passed, day we are interested in the earnest men who csn^each us somewhat re» garding the public npn*partlsan prpe^ lems wblcb require the activity pf c|U» «ens, Education, municipal questions*, the immigrant, the' suffrage, church. ajj<]j,, Hate, public order and public, }mpr#Y?* ' inent— these are pome of tbe tQpJoMft)$i'' which patrlptism to-day te teed,— illustrated American, work el putting of tbe dsw the arm, ,, , wea a race at Q\& Qrfttor<J t ' to 1 ft eJ«njt tp«n ,«? •

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