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8Y GLARA AUGUSTA -" ASSOCIATIONS ''And yon pi-otected her? YOU er waney and took her to a place of safety*" said treviyn, anxiously. "Of course. As i should have done by any other lady—but more especially for hef. 1 took her to a hotel, and on the morrow saw her start oh her jour* iey. 1 would have gone with her, but she declined toy escort." "O, I ttoank you—1 thank you sb inch! -t shall be. your., friend .always Ifor that You will tell mo where she Is?" "No. I cannot." "Cannot! Does that Imply that you not?" "It does." "Then you know her present place of sojourn?" "I do. But she-doe's not desire the niowledge to become general. I have fpledged my word to her not to reveal fit. Neither ia it best for you to know." "You are right. It is not. I might |be unable to hinder myself from seeing flier. And that r.ould do no good. I fknow that she Is innocent. That shall Isufnce me Only tell me she is well. |a.nd agreeably situated." "She IB both. More, I think she is tftt peace. She is with those who love flier." ., • -. . .'.-.' "I thank you for bearing with me. Shall be happier for knowing she was fnotfalse to me. Whatever might have Icaused her to break the engagement, lit was not because'f ho loved another. ["Goodnight, Mr. Oastrani." He wrung .the hand of. the Cuban I'.warmly and departed. CHAPTER XX. T WAS an afternoon In May. Everything without was smiling and at rest, but. Mrs. Trev- lyii was cross and out of humor. Perhaps any lady will say that she had sufficient. reason. K v e r y t hing had gone wrong. The |cook was sick and the dinner a failure; filler dressmaker had disappointed her in |not finishing her dress for the great ball ; Mrs. Fitz Noodle's, that evening, and [Annie, her maid, was down with one |o'f her nervous headaches, and she I -would be obliged to send for a hair- Idresser. Louis Castrani was a guest in the Ehou.se, by Archer's invitation—for the It wo gentlemen had become friends, I/warmly attached to each other, and |:Mrs. Trevlyn could not help fretting J.'over the unfortunate condition of her ; cuisine. She was looking very cross, as she sat in the back parlor, adjoining the tasteful little morning room, where she spent most of her time, and where the gentlemen were In the habit of tak- jp,ing their books and newspapers when • desired it quiet. If she had known that Mr. t'astrani was at that moment Inlying on the lounge in the morning | room, the door of which was slightly ajar, she might have dismissed that unbecoming frown and put her troubles aside. Mr Trevlyn entered, just as she. liad for the twentieth time that day arrived at the conclusion that; she was | the most sorely afflicted woman in the world, and his first words did not tend ',to give her any consolation. "I am very sorry, Mrs. Trevlyn, that Jr. I am to be deprived of the privilege of f attending ihe ball to-night. It Is par- ;ticularly annoying," i "What, do you mean, Mr, Trevlyn?" "I am obligedM:o go to Philadelphia on important business, and must leave in this evening's train. I.did not. know of the necessity until a few hours ago." Mrs. Trevlyn was just In the state to be wrought up by trifles. "Always business," she exclaimed ; pettishly. "I am sick of the word!" , "Business before pleasure, Mrs. f'Trovlyn, But, really, this is an impoj, 1 - i'tant affair, It is connected with the |house-of Renshaw & Selwyn, which gwent under last week. The firm were nder obligations to—" "Don't talk business to me, Mr, Trevlyn. I do not understand such things— ^either do I desire to, I only hope it I business you are going for!" Mr. Trevlyn looked at her in some ifltt ts m a«t hlto had teached his flgoni*e'd Wife, 'Ypu pnly hope it Js business?" h'e inquiringly, "I do not compre- "Y6u defy any man! t»o you also any wdmah? Telt me, it you can, whose glove this is?" and she pulled from her besbfti the blood-stained glove and held it up before him, He looked at it, flushed crimson and trembled pereeptibly, She laughed scornfully. "Archer Trevlyn, your guilt is knewfl td me! It has been known to me enter, since the fatal night on whleh Paul plnmere met his death,, 1 was there that night, by the lonely graveyard, I saw you kiss her hand! I heaiO. the dreadful blow, listened to the rmoth* ered groan, and saw through the gloom the guilty murderer as he fled from the scene of crime! When the victim was discovered, I went first, because I feared he might have left behind something that might fix his Identity—and so ho had. This glove 1 found lying upon the ground, by the side of the Wretched victim—marked with the name of the murderer, stained with the blood of the murdered! 1 hid It away. I would have died sooner,than It should have been torn from me, because I was foolish enough to love this man, whose hand was red with murder! Archer Trevlyn, you took the life, of Paul Linmere, and thus removed the last obstacle that stood between you and Marga(ret Harrison!" ; Trevlyn'B face 'had grown white as death while she had been speaking, but it was more like the white heat of passion, than like the pallor of detected guilt. His rigid lips were,stern and pale; his dark eyes fairly shot light- nings. He looked at his wife as though he would read her very soul. • "Alexandrine!" he said, hoarsely, "you believed this of me? You deemed me guilty of the crime of murder, and yet married meT' "Yes, I married you. I was not so conscientious as your saintly Margaret. She would not marry a man who had shed blood—oven though he had done it for love of her!" Trevlyn caught, her arm fiercely. "Madam, do you mean to say this shameful story ever came to the ears of Margie Harrison?" "Yes, she knew it. I told it to her myself. Kill me if you like," she added, seeing his fearful face; "it will not be your first-crime!" He forced himself to be calm. "When did you make this revelation to Margaret?" "The night before she left New York —the night she was to have gone to the opera with you. I deemed it my duty. I did not do it to separate you, though I am. willing to confess I desired yoU to be separated. I knew that Margaret would sooner die than marry you, if the knowledge of your crime was possessed by her." "And she—Margaret—believed me guilty?" "Why should she'not? Any jury of twelve impartial men would have committed you on the evidence I could have brought. You were in .love with Miss Harrison. She was under a solemn obligation to marry Mr. Linmere— yet. she loved you. Nothing. save his death could release her. You were then, at night, in a lonely graveyard where none of your kin were slumbering. There, at that hour, the murder was done, and after its commission,- you stole forth silently, guiltily. By the side of the murdered man was found your glove, stained with his, blood; and a little, way from his dead body a handkerchief bearing the single initial 'A.' Whose name commences with that letter? Could anything be clearer or more conclusive?" "And you believe me guilty?" " I do." He took a step toward her. She never forgot the dreadful look upon his face, "I scorn to make any explanation. I might, perhaps, clear myself of this foul accusation, but I will make no effort to do so. But not another day will J live beneath the same roof with the woman who believed me guilty of murder, and yet sunk herself so low as to become my wife," "As you please," she said, defiantly. "I should be quite as happy were it so." He bowed coldly, courteously—went out, and closed the door behind him. The sound strupk to the heart of his. wife like a knell, She staggeved back, and fell upon a chair, Had she been mad? She had wounded and maddened him beyond all hppe freceiv'ed ane da? aft BASS It win the 'day ftflhririflft that en wnlefc had been an ihg listener to difficulty Mr, and Mrs. f r«¥« iyn, He knew from whom the eunv moas came, Once before he had beet) suddenly called in like manner. A wretched woman she was now—, but once the belle and beauty of the fair Cuban town where Castrftnl'a childhood and youth had been spent. She had been a beautiful orphan,' adopted.by his parents,, and brought up almost as his sister. She welcomed him brokenly, her eyes lighting up with the pleasure of see-! ing him—and then the light faded away, leaving her even more ghastly than before. » . "They tell me I am dying," she said, hoarsely. "Do you think so?" , He smoothed back the hair on the forehead—damp already with the dewa of death. His look assured her better than the words he could not bring himself to speak. "My poor Arabel." "Arabel! Who calls me Arabel?" shv. asked, dreamily, "I have not heard that name since he spoke it! What a sweet voice he had! 0, so sweet!'—but falser than Satan! 0, Louis, Louis! if we could go back to the old days among the orange groves, before I sinned—when we were innocent little children!" "It is all over now, Arabel. You were tempted; but God Is good to forgive If repentance Is sincere." "O. I have repented! I have, Indeed! And I have prayed as well as I knew how. But my crimes are so fearful! You are sure that Christ is very mer- cilul?" "Very merciful, Arabel." She clasped her hands, and her pale lips moved in prayer, though there was no audible word. . "Let me hold your hand, Louis, It gives me strength. And you were always a friend, so true and steadfast. How happy we were In those dear old days—you,.;and Inez,and I!. Ah, Inez- Inez! She died In her sweet Innocence, loving and beloved—died by violence; but she never lived to suffer from the falsity of those she loved! Well, she is In paradise—God rest her!" The dark eyes of Castranl gren moist. There arose before him a picture of the fair young girl he had loved— the gentle-eyed Inez—the confiding young thing he was to have married, had not the hand of a cruel jealousy cut short her brief existence. Arabel saw hls>emotlon, and pressed his hand in hers, so cold and icy. "You have suffered also, Louis, but not as I have suffered—0, no! O, the days before he came—he, the destroyer! What a handsome face he had, and how he flattered me! Flattered my foolish pride, until, deserting home and friends, I fled with him across the seas! To Paris—beautiful, frivilous, crime-imbued Paris. I am so faint and tired, Louie! Give me a drink from the wineglass." He put it to her lips; she swallowed greedily, and resumed: "I have written out my history fully; Why, I hardly know, for there are nona but you, Louis, who will feel an Interest in the poor outcast. But something has impelled me to write It, and when I am dead you will find it there in that desk, sealed and directed to yourself Maybe you will never open it, for If my fftt »f kit &ffe« Hue* 6«8flftf the 0 CASK CO-N* fleeted with the Nft* tiottal League End AsSficta* Men t& pa? iM then appeal the ease & the higheM iff- builal in biaebtitt, the fiatlenal \ffltA} and get & hefiffefc 6f the ease before It* "J might havf said 1 that I 'Roped jt sra§ not a' woman who called you from r oup wjfe," moment .the wqvgs wev/? spohen eftt§4 i tb?JP< 'Utterance, but the »8 already dpne, p« Tr«vly»i I sbaU request yQ|i to tbt Jijeinyatton conveyed }n It-pur WQF48- Tftey are unworthy pf you ad, a shanj§ to we," strength does not desert me, I shall tel) you all that you will care to know, with, my own lips, I want to watch you? face as I go on, and see if you condemi) me. You are sure God is more merciful than mau?" "In His word it is .written, Arabel." tloH of Profeeslsftal Baseball Clubs has ,attr acted the same attention find ifi* terest as the now 'famous "Patsy f e* beau case," soon to be decided in a court of law. .The case has been one that has, by its peculiar features, served as a point of dispute, the like of which the league has hot toad deal with in years. There are so many points of interest in the case and the details lead* Ing up to the fining of the rowdyish player who leads the fine players from the Ohio metropolis that the baseball public is never tired of hearing and talking about it. The whole trouble was started in a game in Louisville in which there was a great deal of disputing. That was ,during the series of games there the middle part of June. There was some fining done by the umpire at the time, but the real trouble did not start until the Clevelands were about to leave the grounds. There was a disgraceful mix- up between some of the spectators and the Cleveland players, and the police were prompt in gathering in Teboau and his men and they were carted away. to a police station. .The next morning Tebeau was fined by a justice of the peace, as were several other of the noisy men under him. Added to the trouble 'at Louisville, there came a game on the spiders' own grounds in which the Chicago players were mixed up to a certain extent. Lynch was umpire that day and he made the trouble all the worse by loudly offering to go off the field with Tebeau and fight it out. Heard by tlio Crowd. Tebeau was quite willing to accept, but the cooler heads of, the party prevailed upon, the .men to be peaceable. That was the end of Lynch'e work for that day. He took off his mask and protector and positively refused to have anything further to do. with the game as it is played "in Cleveland. Lynch promptly filed a protest against Tebeau with President Young of the league, charging him with the grossest kind of misconduct on the field. The charges and those from Louisville were brought up for hearing before the trial board of the league which met in Pittsburg on July 2. The charges were thoroughly' considered by the magnates who were members of the committee and the result was that a fine of $200 was imposed on Tebeau, the same to be paid within ten days from notice. Failing to pay the fine, Tebeau was to be suspended by the league until the matter was settled. Not only did the Cleveland leader fail to pay the fine but he engaged legal talent, and the result. of that was he was advised to apply for an injunction restraining the league from the collection of the fine or interference with him as captain and first baseman of the team. The injunction was sweeping in its scope, and a copy of it was served on all the teams in the league. The plan at first thought of was. to thrown out all the games played by the Clevelands, but that move was prevented by Tebeau, and the injunction was made to cover that point as well as all the others, Then followed a long argument in the newspapers between Frank De Hass Robison, president of the Cleveland (tttat It is §eid8te ft Ml! pkygf ef reputation hai & recwd 6f having play ed With blit two tSamfe in hll cafeer, but sUch 6. fecdfd la held b> Wlttiftm S, Batten, the clever Mtte shortstop bf Chicago 1 team, Me wai White Plains, N< TV, and 18 In the,¥ia cinlty -of 26 years old, He started to play ball when he 1 wag afcout 18 ySSrs old. Hia first professional engagement was with the cobiesktll team of the New York State' League." That was in 1890, and he stayed there for one year» playing the lattof part df the season with the Albanys, That, however, wad not. a tegular engagement, as he simply filled out the season with them. A friend of Anson heard of the little fellow, who was reputed to be very clever at the game, and, as the Chlcagos were greatly ia need of good Men to (TO nn of pardon—him, whom in spite of everything, she held more preelpus than the -whole world! She had lost'bis ?e* ppect-4pst forever all oh'ance of win. his • }o'v,e, 'An'd,8he Sad e&gei'Jy" te^ed the sweet hope that pometJiho might forget the old dream, and the new reality, But it W»B S,he went up to tb,e dppi'. threw as she waja, o« the bed. njugt tbifl eqnttnue? How he rgmjjift »pt, probably, „ s, few flays; j.nfl tbeo, woujfl *tW»... ", ,. . , ,, b»i, lar bl« was built, Recently a »ew pawe is$Q ip&svse ef the .e fellow*- The Whole Teaching of Life, The whole teaching of his life, In-, deed, is to Jeave us free and to make ua reasonable, and the '.supreme lesson of his life is voluntary brotherhood, fraternity. If you will do something. for another, if you will help him. or serve .him, you will at once begin to Jove him, I know there are some casuists who distinguish here, and say that you may love such an one, and that, in fact, you must love every one; but that you are not expected, to like every one, This, however, seems to be a distinction without a difference. If you. do not like a, person you do not Jove h)m, WM. S. DAHLEN. strengthen their Infield, Dahlen was signed after short negotiations. He. was a great hit with the colts, and wao one of the first men on the team that brought about the name of 'the'colts. He was eigned in the fall of 1800, and played his first game in the uniform in the spring of 1891. Ho was originally a second baseman, but was played at short by Anson, and 'has not since left that position for more than one game. Last year he had an excellent record both as a fielder and batter, although his showing in the latter department of the game was not as good as.had been expected. He batted to an average of only ,273, which mark ho will far surpass this year if he keeps up his present gait. He is a good man on the bases, and last year stole forty-four of them in the 131 games in which he took part. His'fielding average last year was .907, and he was seventh in the list of fifteen league short-stops. He made far more assists than any of the others, having no less than 533 to his credit when the last game was over. He made a total of eighty-four errors. He is not a hard man to handle, and has been unjustly given the reputation of being lazy, although in the gamo he is one ot the hardest workers on the team for success. He firmly believes be is a member of one of the best teams in the list, and is always ready,:to back-that opinion. In that respect he IB as game a man as captain He and Pfeffer work in fine style around second base, and there is seldom a game played in jvhich some startlingly good play is not shown by them. He thinks the colts will fiiu- ish as good as fourth, if not better, despite the long trip away from home at the end of the season. Dahlen is happily married. There's an, added snap hen you*' We is'ftfr the And yott feel that you can But of all the happy momenta '.:' ,,,i That may come to yoti in llfe^? ., 4 i 1 Bar the one when Oulcinea .' "** ! r,^ Says she'll be your "owneof wlfe4* f ^ Is the one when from the paper '] ,''/.>, Where your contribution went,, •,">,{*•,'$ Where experience had taught you '•)/,/$' That you wouldn't get a cent, • ,1-f Jf| Comes a letter, and as usualj ',','" '.x.fV You expedt it "in the neck," •/ 'v<.H But the envelope disgorges';" i,v .''-'V'"' To your dazzled eyes a'.chequ'e •-*(,''"' ; .-., • .'i* ' ' > • ,•' •{,"'•; • _< ,,, t ; iv,:, • .1 h : , I Went a-Wllnrtlitk' Ortct. ,, ' . Say, I went a-^wim'mln''onct', 1 when,my | , Pap he said I mus'tt', < - , ' ,,,.s ' ''K 1 . I got-my.clOze^all .soppin', 'n' f > didn^ dast g 1 home, " ,'< l^[\ So I sneaked clear out t' Granny's .-'n'^ ast her if sfhe wouldn' K, , '?•'<• '', Lemme stay '1th her a spell, till I got \ me dried off some. - '• i I t s 'N' Granny she put on her specs 'n' '< puckered up her mouth, , Jis' like she "was tur'ble cross, 'n* r goin 1 t' lam me good; 'N'en she says, "Ye naughty boyl'V ' 'n'en I cried, n'en She hugged me up tight in her arms, jis' like I knowed ehe would. 'N' she nvade me strip clean off, 'n* gimme some,dry cloze ,. What she .said . uste'r be my • Pap'a when he was big as me, " ' , 'N'en she'd kep'm ever sehce, ,'n'en she, rubbed her eyes, 'N' kep' a-rubbln' 'n' a-rubbln', jls'v like she couldn' see. •, •' Blmeby she took a yelluh bowl 'n' went"'. down to th' cellar, ' , . 'N 1 filled It clean plum full o; milkj . jie' like I knowed she would; , 'N' gimme two big doughnuts "n a ' <whoppin' piece o' pie, 'N 1 I jis' et 'n 1 et 'n' et, V Gee! it tasted good! —William R. Lighten in Truth. and if you do not Jove him you him. The curious thjng in doing Kind* ness, is that it makes, you love people even in this sublimated tense ot liking. When you Love another you have ma,d.e him your brother; and by the same; means you can be a brother to all men, in v, very handsome little church, net 200 miles from Indianapolis, the read-; Ing pjfttfovm is ftc|orn04 by biy beauUfRi puJpit, flanfc^d by decorative' cj»ajrs. pulpit, bajjij carved Explained. Why dofch the busy little bee . Each shining hour employ • . To gather honey that not he , But others will enjoy? The reason certainly is plain; With such sweet occupation, No bee .has taken time to gain A business education, ' , —L, G, Mackay. The Trump Card, 'This is convention year, isn't it?" 'Sure." "Well, I'm going to make my everlasting fortune, I've written a political' play. It's got some properties In it that'll catch the town." , '• "For instance?" "Why, in the election scene I 1130 real TE3BBAU. Club, and the other magnates of the league, who are arrayed against him in the matter. Rpbison claims the f}ne was one of tfie most unjust things, that ever happened. He says the boycott of the Cleveland player is the wprst that ever existed in this country, a,n<j that he will fight it with the last dollar be has got 0» e$irth, a»a he is reputed to be a very wealtfey man, sptlitjo Potter Scoring Needed. By the way, I sigh for a uniform system of scorlng'-one that wgn't play favorites. You noiice how much higher all the Baltimore and Philadelphia batters and fielders stand than anybody else in the league? Yet they don't, at least on our grounds, seem to do such wonders either way. Down in Baltimore, Cleveland and Philadelphia, writes a Chicago correspondent to Spprtlng Wfe, the press gang score everything on earth a hit, Nothing but a dropped popfly or a wild throw goes for an error there-"a grounder is always a base hit. Talk about the Dig average of Burnett, feeler and others. Why, if Philadelphia or Cleveland scoring went her? Lange and Dahlen would lead all the Burketts in the league so far you couldn't see them. There's the best pa.ir of batters possessed by any team }n the league, bar none. They ave hitting up to ,3§6 the way we score bere, and tftat would be as good as .450 at C}evel8B<J or Baltimore, A Little One. Though "one and one are said, When he and she do marry, The paradox soon rights Itself-* Ere long there's one to carry. A Olnbrpu* Gibe. One little fly, One bald head, • One big D— And the fly Is dead. new tfte question comes up, would it apt be mucjj better fpr the af the gsfroe if the lawyers have slit ady WOR the sevles f?QB> St. Uiuis »n The N§li9Ba\ League }sj flow a taste of "goyeraffleat by bag fti^ .seasoa fajlje4 ip eight jgaPts IP wstes' tt leait Its e! eouia be <jevlee4,

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