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Logansport, Indiana
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Sunday, October 11, 1896
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SISTER ROSE. A STORY OF THE FRENCH REVOLUTION^ BY WILKIE. COLLINS, INTERNATIONAL CHAPTER IX.— (CoriTIVCEM. "Perhaps we shall tide over to-night, after all—who knows?" said Lomoquc. ringing 'his hand bell for lights. They were brought in, and with them ominously returned the police agent Magloire with a small sealed packet. It contained an arrest order and a tiny three-cornered note, looking more like a love letter or a..lady.'s. in.yitation.,to a. party-than"'a'nything else, Lomaque opened the note eagerly and read these lines, neatly written, and signed with Robespierre's initials—M. R.—formed elegantly in cipher: "Arrest Trudaine and his sister tonight. On second thoughts I am not sure, If Danville coaics back in time to be present, that it may not be all the better. He is unprepared for his wife's arrest. Watch him closely when it takes place, anil report privately to mo. I am afraid he Is a vicious man; and o£ all things I abhor Vice," •JAny more work for me to-night? asked Magloire, with a yawn. "Only an arrest," replied Lomaquo. "Collect our men, and when you're ready, get u coach at tho door," "We were just going to supper," grumbled Magic-Ire to himself;-'as'"he •went out. ,"Tbe'devil seize the Aristocrats! They're rill in such-a hurry to get to the guillotine that they won't even give a man time to eat his victuals in' peace." "There's no choice now," muttered Lomaque, angrily thrusting the nrrest order nnd the three-cornered note into bis pocket. "His father was the saving of me'; he himself welcomed roe like an equal; his sister treated me like n. gentleman, as-the phras'e went in those days, and now—" He stopped and wiped his forehead; then unlocked his desk, produced a, bottle of brandy, and poured himself out a glass of liquor, which he drank by alps, slowly. "I wonder whether other men get •ofter hearted.as they grow older?" ho said. "I seem to do so, at any rate. Courage! courage! what must be, must. If I risked my head to do it, I couldn't atop this arrest. Not a man In the office but .wouW be ready to execute it, if • I wasn't." Here the nimble oC carriage wheels sounded outside. "There's the coach!" exclaimed Lomaciue, .locking up the brandy bottle, 'and taking his hat. "After all, as this arrest Is to bo made, it's as well for them that I should make It." •Consoling Miasclf as he best could with this reflection. Chic; Police .Agent Lomaquc .blew out'the candles, .ana quitted the room. CHAPTER X. GNORAXT of the change in her Husband's plans, which wore to bring him back to Paris a day before the time • that had been fixed for his return, Sister Rose hud leil be'r" solitary hohi'e to, spend the evening with her brother. They hr.d sat talking together PRESS ASSOCIATION, tie strangely nt night,'was subject for suspicion, both to brother and sister— so common a subject that they suspended their conversation as a matter of course, without exchanging a word of explanation, 'until the tramp of the strange footsteps had died away. "Louis," continued Rose, dropping her voice to a whisper, after nothing imore was.audible,' "when may I trust our secret to my husband." , "Not yet," rejoined Trudaine earnestly. "Not a word, not a hint of it till I give you leave. Remember, Rose, you promised silence from the first. Everything depends on your holding that promise sacred till I release you from it." "I will bold it sacred; I will, Indeed, at all hazards, under-all provocations," she answered. "That la quite enough to reassure me—and now, love, let us change the subject. Even these walls may havo ears, and the closed door yonder may be no protection." He looked towards it uneasily while he spoke. "By tho by, I have come round to your way o£ thinking, Rose, about that new servant, of mine—there is something false in ihls face. I wish I had been as quick to detect it as you were:" Rose glanced at him affrightedly. "Has he done anything suspicious? Have you caught him watching you? Tell mo the worst, Louis." "Hush! hush! my dear, not so loud. Don't alarm yourself; he has done nothing suspicious." "Turn him off—pray, pray, turn him off, before it Is too late!" "And be denounced by him, In revenge, the first night he goes to his Section, You forget that servants and masters are equal now. I am not supposed to keep a servant at all. I have a citizen living with me who lays me under domestic obligations, for which I makfi a pecuniary acknowledgment. No! no! if I do anything, I must try if I can to entrap him into giving me warning. But we have got to another unpleasant subject already—suppose I change the topic again. You will find a little book on that table there, in the corner—tell me what you think of it." The book was a copy of Cornellle's "Cid," prettily bound in blue morocco. Rose was enthusiastic in her praises. "I found it in a bookseller's shop yesterday," said her brother, "and bought it as a present for you. Corneille is not an author to compromise any one, even in these times. Don't you'remember sayini? the other day that you felt ashamed of knowing but little of our greatest dramatist?" Rose remembered well, and smiled almost as happily as in tlie. old times over her present. "There are some good engravings at the beginning of each acti" continued Trudaine, directing her attention rather earnestly to the illustrations, and then suddenly leaving her side when he saw that she .became interested in looking at them, . He went to the window—listened— then drew aside the curtain, and looked up and down the street. No living soul was in 'sight. "I must have 'been mistaken," he thought, returning hastily to his'sister; "but I certainly fancied I was followed in my walk to-day by a long after sunset, and had let the dark- | gpy ." . nes$ steal: on.-them Insensibly,, as .poo- j . -j .wonder," saJd Rose,.still busy over '••••• •-••' • --•-- ••—' -•!"• ner book, "I wonder, Louis, whether Ey with .ple.'fwill who are only occupied quiet familiar conversation. ' Thus it happened, by a curious coincidence. that just as Lomanue was blowJng-out his candles at the office, Rose was light- Ing "the reading lamp' at her brother's lodgings."' . . Five years of.disappolntmont and sorrow had sadly changed her to outward Tlew. Her face looked thinner and longer; the once delicate red and white of her complexion was gone; her figure bad wasted tinder the Influence of some weakneaa-.which already made her sloop a little when she'walked. Her manner hart lost its maiden shyness only to become unnaturally quiet and subdued. -'Of all "the .charms which had M vfatai'Ty, yet.,so. Innocently, allured 'her'heartless husband,- but one remained—the winning gentleness o£ her voice. It might bo touched now and then with a note of sadness, but. the »oft attraction of Us even, natural tone still remained. In the morning of all other harmonies, this one harmony had been preserved unchanged ! Her brother, though his face was care-worn, and hfs..,manner sadder than of old, looked less altered from bis former «lf. It Is tho most fragile material which soonest shows tho flaw. The •world's idol, Seauty, holds Its frailest tenure of existence In the one. Temple •where we most love to worship It. "And so you think, Louis, that our husband would lot me go with you to see 'Le Cid' the next time It is acted?" "No!" cried a 1 voice at'the door; "not if ywi went on your knees to ask him." Rose turned round with n scream. There stood her husband on the threshold scowling at her, wllh his hat on, and his hands thrust doggedly Into his pockets. Trudaine's servant announced him with an insolent smile, during the pause that followed the discovery, "Citizen-superintendent Danville, to visit the cltoyenne, his wife," said the fellow., making a mock, bow to Ills, master. • , •• • • Rose looked at her brolher, then advanced a few paces towards the door. "This is a surprise'," she said, fainlly; "has anything happened? ' Wc-wc didn't expect you." Her voice failed her, as she saw her husband advano- ing!"i>irle to his very-lips with suppressed anger. "How dare yon come here, after what I told you?" 'he uskeii, in quick, low tones. She shrank at his voice almost as !f he had struck her. The blood flew Into her brother's face'as he noticed the action, but he controlled himself, and.tak- ing'her hand, led her'ln silence to a chair. . . . • • . .••.-'. "I .-forbid . you to sit down.in his house," said Danville/advancing still; JMIU BU /uu ,..".«, -I order you to come back with me! Do perilous undertaking has really ended ' you hear? I order you." . . well by this time?" said Rose, anx-1 He was approaching nearer to her, idusly. as she lit the lamp and placed ! ^hon he caught Trudaine's eye fixed on the gloss shade over It.. "What a re- him, and stopped. , Rose started ..up, Her it la only to hear you say you think j and placed 'herself-between them, •we have succeeded at last!" .j -"Oh, Charles!. Charles!"'she'said'"to ' ,"I said I hoped," replied her brother. ' her husband,, "bo friends with .Louis •."Well, even hoped is a great word to-night, and be'kind'again to me—I IW.TTI vnn l.niils—a creat word from "have'a claim .to psk that much of you, from you. Louis—a great word from .„ , jiny one In this fearful city, and'.'in though you,,nKmy; not tUlnUMt!" the"c days of Terror." •• "• '.civ* t,,rnn/i 'mx-nv from'• hei - She stopped" suddenly, -He turnnd - 'away .from''; .her,, : /and seeing her laugned contemptuously. She tried to "Sue stopped suuaem.v, BBCIH^ >"-' mugnt'u uuiHBiuyinu««"j. "••- ...... -brother raise his hand in warning. They spea'k .again, but Trudaine ."touched her d Hs- . "d ave her .a warning .looked at each other In silence! and 11s- .on ,the .arm Vand"gavc her .a -warning tened: The sound of footsteps going • look •lowly past the house—ceasing for a moment Juat.'beyond it—then going, .on again—came through the open window. There was nothing else, out.of doors or 10, to dlsturb.-the sllence.of thought— ; tie deadly -silence of Terror which, f or Months past, had hung over Paris! It was a significant algn of the times, -that Rose •v«n a-passing footstep.sounding;a.lit- ant of It _.„ exclaimed- iDanville, "ac- 'cret signals between : ypu!"-, ' , ..... His -eye, --us 3ie ^glanced suspiciously at Ills w'lfo.Mli-on'.Truaui'neTs'gltt.'book .which '.'Whnliwro*JHi.inBl^A'ire^aiBaea. ., •'Only.-a piny-:(rt?GoTneiUe!s;'.''answered ;a>pres- . At this avowal, .Danville's suppressed anger burst'beyond, all control. "Give It him bank!" he cried, In a voice of fury. "You shall take no presents from him; the venom of the household spy soils everything he touches. Give It him back!" She hesitated, "You won't?" Ho tore the book from her with an oath—threw It on tho floor and sot his foot on it. "Oh, Louis! Louis! for God's sake, remember!" Trudaine was stepping forward as the book fell to the floor. At the same, moment .his sister threw her arms round him. He -stopped, turning from fiery red to ghastly pale, "No! no! Louis," she said, clasping him closer. "Not • after five years' patience. No—no!" , He. gently .detached; her arms., "You are right, love. Don't be afraid; It's all over now." Saying that, he put her from him, and in'silence took up the book from the floor. "Won't that offend you even?" said Danville, with an insolent smile. "You have a wonderful temper—any other man would have called me out," Trudaine looked back at him steadily, and taking out his handkerchief, passed it over the soiled cover of the book. . "If I could wipe the stain of your blood off my conscience as easily as I can wipe the stain of your boot off this book," he said quietly, "you should not live another hour. Don't cry, Rose," he continued, turning again to his sister, "I will take care of your book for you until you ca'n> keep "it yourself." ' "You will do this! you will do that!" cried Danville, growing more and more exasperated, and letting his anger get the better even of his cunning now. "Talk less confidently of the future— you don't know what it has In store for you. Govern your tongue when you nre in my presence; a day may come •when you will want my help—my help, do you hear that?" CHAPTER XI. RUDAINE turned his face from his sister, as If he feared to let her see it when those words were spoken. "The man who followed me to-day was a spy—Danville's spy!" That thought flashed across his mind, but he gave it no utterance. There was an instant's pause o£ silence; and through it there came heavily on the still night air the rumbling of distant wheels. The sound advanced nearer and nearer—advanced, and ceased under the window. Danville hurried to It, and looked out eagerly. "I have not hastened my return without reason. I wouldn't have missed this arrest Cor anything!" 'thought he, peering Into the night. ' The stars were out, but there was no moon. He could not recognize either the coach or the persons who got but of it, and he turned again into the Interior of the room. His -wife had sunk into a chair—her brother was locking up In a cabinet the book which he had promised to take care ol for her. Th9 dead silence made the noise of slowly ascending footsteps on the stairs painfully audible. At last the door opened "Citizen Danville, health and fraternity!" said Lomaqne, appearing in tha doorway, followed by his agents. - "Cit« izen Louis Trudaine?" he continued, beginning with the usual -form, • Rose started out of her chair; but 'her brother's hand was on her lips be- : fore she could speak. "My name-Is Louis. Trudaine," ha answered. (tO BE COSTIXUKQ.I THE LEGS KICKED. Surprise of nn KnclUh Vliltor Who Thought Ho Wiu Jtcjculnc a M»n. Frank Hyntt, who has long enjoyed an Income of £3,000, derived principally from his vocation as a "booking agent" for London 1 Thespians, two weeks ago landed In the American metropolis for the purpose, as he said, of seeing what on earth Mr. J. A. Bailey could do with so many men and beasts as he had been shipping to him. New York and its ceaseless rush amazed him. Mr. Bailey's winter, quarters' at Bridgeport were past his belief, the swiftly moving Broadway cars, "a lot of trams pulled by a string," surprised him, says the New York World... His,idle moments "at 'ome" are spent upon the race-courses o'f England and there, In times -past, be has met many of his friends. Recently, at an uptown Broadway hotel, as he glanced out Into the street his kindly blue eyes seemed to start from their sockets. Rushing into.Broadway he shouted: .. "Hold on here! Don't start that car! Here, somebody,, call an ambulance!" Then Mr. Hyatt plunged almost headforemost under the car and began tugging away at-a. man's'legs that were lying across tho rails beneath the center of the car. A8 : he did so the' legs began to kick, vigorously. .The rescuer fell himself pulled away violently; saw the -brawny fist pt the conductor shaking close to his nose and he heard the angry voice of the conductor saying: "What do you mean, sir, by trying to keep that man from: fixing the car? .Do you think we want to block,Broadway all day?" . ..'<•.-.- ; Mr. Hyatt turned::to.ward the hotel and was greeted by laughter,.from r th'« crowd that his cries had attracted. •"Sun for: thn Uooit." , A western toseball team TMW sighed a • •poet :as .wjrltclreiv.'- This,!leads';to-eren up matters with-.certaln..ma8«a;ineB w^o apparently atgrif itcnerffS York Premi IN WOMANS CORNJSR, INTERESTING READING FOR DAMES AND DAMSELS. Bom* Current Not« of the Hod«n for Blch «nd Le«i W«ll-to-Do Folk—New Id» In Skirt Trimming—Will* licit! • f Sltk—HooMhold Hlnn. OLERO, Figaro and Eton—all three will prevail in modes for the coming autumn. Certain fanciful ones arc already very popular, as, for instance,.the Turkish "bolero, made of bright cloth and heavily braided in gold. It ihould be sleeveless and worn over a bodice of white chiffon or moussellne de sole. These jackets are a true index of coming modes, since not only will the bolero be very fashionable, but braiding of all kinds will be worn. In general the bodices will be covered almost entirely by the braided design, with the sleeve left plain. The front or the side panels only of the skirt should bo embroidered, as to oover that garment entirely would make It too heavy. As a hint for summer work, why not braid one of these gowns during the hot forenoons on the veranda? A black or brown cloth of light weight should be selected and It,should be nicely-stamped with a design In long line effects, which prevent the gov.-n's appearing clumsy. Thus embroider, If a black gown, with black, If a brown with green braid. For a scroll design narrow braid Is used, sewed on one edge; but many of the gowns will be trimmed with rows of broad braid, which should be sewc'd down on both part of the country: as they are no Win ! thevea»t: : or -In 1 Spain. Whether this shows a deterioration or an Improvement In the human race Is a disputed question among psychologists and students of temperament. The poetic qualities of tho fair-minded man or woman havj not been disputed, but the actual worth of the blonde as compared with, the brunette Is often debated, the opinion reached being usually in favor of the latter. ^____ N*vr Shirt Trlnrmlnr. A charming gown for the last of the .summer season Is of pale-grees teuelln, with the bodice entirely covered with •lace over blue silk. The tight-fitting •lower sleeves are of the blue silk, with green upper sleeves of muslin puffed .loosely.-. The skirt-.trimming-is very new. It consists of two pipings of bine silk down each seam, finishing about oight inches from tho foot, where each set of pipings is concluded with a large rosette of blue ribbon, in turn holding a bunch of creamy lace. An old-fashioned, box-plaited ruche is arranged In a wavy line between, the rosettes. To finish the gown blue ribbon is encircled about the waist, and a green muslin hat .with a bunch of bluies. At last is tho pointed shoe losing favor and a medium toe should now be selected. It will make feet look smaller, for one was always obliged to wear a shea several sizes too large If .she wished to.havo It •uHcfcntly pointed. Shoes are higher, too, and that adds to the small effect, a very important matter when one considers how,.bicycling Is increasing the size of the feet of .our girls!—The'lia'test. THE JOKERS CORNER. WIT, HUMOR AND SATIRE ORIGINAL AND SELECTED. \Vii1r nrlt* of Brleht Stlki. Belte, more or less wide or elaborate, are a feature of the moment. They contrast with the costume, and are usually of a bright color. Metallic belts art much liked for more or less Informal wear. The best are made of spangles SIMPLE DINNER COSTUME WITH RIBBON TRIMMINGS. sides In order to make it He flat. A charming Parisian yachting gown is of creamy white cheviot, adorned v/ith broad gold braid. A soft blouse of White, moussellnede sole peeps from beneath' a bolero so perverted as to be almost unrecognizable under .that name. It is cut in a point which' runs up the center of tho back almost to the neck. In front, a similar though smaller point I* .formed by extending the Bide* and crossing them. The neck Is low, encircled by a broad sailor collar outpointed All roand, while a twisted cord about the waist hangs In two !ong ends down the front—a cord twisted of gold thread and ending with bunchy gold .tassels.—The Latest In Chicago News. No Tw«ntl«th Onfory Blonde* "Scientific men seem to take pleasure In finding out,unpleasant things," said a comely young woman on'being Informed that tho: gentlemen, referred to are .coming to the conclusion that the blond* type of. beauty Is slowly disappearing. Since time immemorial blue eye* and golden hair have formed the theme of poets and novelist*, BB Indicative of beauty and gentlenew of disposition. On the.atage the ingenue's win [•always golden/while the adrenturaw iporU locks of raven 'blackness. And now acme prophet* declare that the- race of blonder la disappearing and dy- Inr from the face of the earth, and thai, except In the extreme north countries of Europe the blonde 1* fast becoming extinct. \Th» ead of vtte: next century thfM •UtUUcltns claim will find a tlond* iditn or^woman M f««- In this mounted on strong webbing. Webbing belts are certainly a great invention. They yield to the contour of the flgure and fit well, which rigid ones never do. Some years ago everything Russian had an immense vogue In Paris. That was the season of the Russian blouse, which met one at every turn and at all sorts of places. This fad has not yet entirely disappeared, one of the latest Parisian models showing a skirt of white taffeta under a bodice of white chiffon batiste. The full gathered skirt has a border of Russian embroidery on the extreme edge. The bodice, which Is bouffant, has a. yoke of Russian . embroidery pointed upward to the middle, while the deep sleeve caps of Russian embroidery are tight to the arm. From them escapes a full puff. Household Hint*. To be really and truly "swell," which la. the ambition of everyone whose pdcketbook outbalances his brains, one must have servants, who have been In the family "for years and years." . Rub a .curtain, pole with kerosene oil until It la perfectly smooth, using a .woolen cloth for the purpose.. • The pole rlngs ; will:run much more-easily If the .pole-Is treated:1n this manner.. From , time Immemorial eggs bav« been the resort of the housekeeper surprised* by'unexpected guests. An excellent ' way to; terve them la with a weaar'iaiice. After the eggs are hard boiled da*h cold water over them, and when cooled take off the shell*. Thi 'cream sauce abould bo seasoned with chopped jaraler or curry powdnr. h« Vltl«t» Ooulp — Why H«ir F«p» Uoeut't Object, to tier I.nUit F»d— —Wont Kind of • CM* — A Boj'» &aDK Capacity* . HY, Susan Smith, how you go on: I just told Martha Brown I thought you was the queerest Ht. tie., woman In the town. You ecrape an' polish, sweep an' dust,an' wash an' cook an',stew Until, my land! I don't se« how you ever do get through. I think a woman hain't no. call to do them sort of chores, , She ought to have a servant for. to wash an" clean the floors, An* do the other work; an' If her husband can't afford That sort of thing, It's his lookout—an' mercy me, good Lord! I would just like to see myself go slav- ln' on that plan An' workin' off my finger ends to pleasure any man. My husband married me for looks, an* got 'em—more or less— "An" sometimes when, I fix'my hair au' wear another dress He says I ain't so homely yet, an' takes an old-time kiss— But what's the use? It's all the same a hundred years from this. You never have no time at all to gossip at the door, Or talk about your neighbors what's come on the other floor. There's sometbln' queer about them folks, they're -weariu' too good clothes An' see the way that girl of theirs holds ; up her snubby nose. They think they're somethin', that's a fact. I stopped the littlest one .'An.' asked him where they used to live, ' an' what his slater done. 'An' where his popper worked, an' how, his moaimer spelt her name. Au', say, he told me everything, an' that wae why I cam* To let you know at once about the folks you'e livin' nigh. ;What! Is that man your brother? Well, you needn't git so high. Oh, shut the door on me, of course. Yes, that's the way to do! Now I'll go on to Mrs. Jones an' tell her about you." Wornt Kind of * Can*. "You look thin and careworn, Tad- Icy," said'the man In the russet shoes. "Insomnia!" replied Tadley, with a groan. • "Insomnia?" repeated the man In the russet shoes. "Oh! come now, a man with no more than you have to worry him doesn't get insomnia." ! "It's the baby that's got It," explained Tadley, as he stepped off the ferry-boat and resumed his struggle with life. ' . Jfot Ready for<That Diet. "What do you call this, my dear?" aeked the young husband, after tasting the dessert which his wife had constructed with her own fair hands. "That Is angel food." "If that Is angel food," commented the mean man, "I do not want to go to heaven." — Pittsburg Chronicle-Telegraph. you any I want it Tho Chcmp Kind. Mrs. Housewife— Haven't cheaper flannel than this? for a bathing suit. Clerk— Yes, madam, but It's of the 16 to 1 quality. "What quality Is that?" "Liable to shrink 47 per cent the first time It is wet."— Buffalo Express. Il« Own "Don't you know, Willie," asked the Sunday-school teacher, ."that you ar« always happiest when you are good?" "Yes'm," said Willie, "I'm never so happy ae when I'm good, 'ceptin' when I'm eattn'."—Chicago Record, Will She Stick? Maude—Papa said he doesn't, m!nt» my latest fad if I can only stick to it. Hilda—What is it? Maude—A bicycle. ' A Boy'« Lnnr Capacity. "Henry," said Mrs. Woodle, "I bear Willie's yolce. Won;t you step to the door and tell him that I .want him." But Willie was. two miles ..away disputing a point with the umpire. . , Sot Po»t»d. "The difference between a. horse and a wheel le that you always have th« latter under perfect control." "Indeed! I guess you've never been thrown by your -bike."—Philadelphia North American. ....',; , ., ..I 1 „.! .. *.,U .t «K.,\A^ m .s~,^,,r»,T. iwiffsii

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