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CHAPTER IX.
EAEE avn InyWEn

Now that We are safe in Spain; now that
Philippa's arrests matter of impossibility,
and her expulsion from a country so lax in
its observance of international obligations
highly improbable, when her guilt can at
the utmost be only suspected, if indeed sus-
picion ever points to her, | may pass rapidly
over the events of the next two months; the
more so as my record of them would differ
very little from the description of an ordi-
nary tour in Spain. To me, after the fever
ish anxiety, the horrible dread as to what
any hour might bring forth, which had char
acterized our flight from England, it seemed
something very much like pathos my drop
ping at once into the position of the every
day tourist taking a couple of ladies on
round of travel; but for the time i was out
wardly neither more nor less.
From BurgOS We went to ValladOlid; from
Valladolid to Madrid-Nadrid, the high
perched city, with its arid, uninteresting
surroundings and abominable climate. Not
long did We linger here. Bad and trying as
the English winter may be- the cold of Mad
rid is a poor exchange for it. / had almost
thrown aside the assumed character of an
invalid; but felt it would be the height of
inconsistency, after forcing my companions
to accompany me in search of warmth, to
make any stay III the Spanish capital. Right
glad | was to leave it, and turn my face
southwark. Philippa was by now in appar
emily good health, both bodily and mental:
but while at Madrid | trembied for her, as |
should tremble for any one l loved who
made that city resting-place-a city swept
from end to end by crafty, treacherous, icy
winds blowing straight from the Guadar-
rama mountains: insidious blasts in which
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CHAPTER Y.
TIE SMORD FALLS.

Once conquered-Once convinced that the
obstacles which her soiicitude for my well
fare raised against my wish were not in
uperabIe-Philippa offered no further re-
sistance; while as for me, every day that
might be counted before | called her my
wife seemed a day spoiled, if not entirely
wasted. With my mothers arguments to
back my own feIvtnt persuasion, l had no
difficulty in winning Philippa's consent to
our marriage taking place as soon as the
needful formalities could be complied with.
And yet, although the day was fixed it was
at my instance changed, and the ceremony
postponed for awhile.
My reason for deferring my crowning hap
pineSs was this. Knowing all that | knew,
the question rose, under what name was
Philippa to be married? Under her own
maiden name; under the false name which
for some time Sir Mervyn Ferrand, for rea-
sons best known to himself, had made her
assume; or under that name which, suppos-
ing Mrs. Wilson had spoken the TRUTH she
was legally entitled to bear? So anxious, so
resolved was that there should be no shad
ow of doubt as to the validity of her second
and happier marriage, that after due con-
sideration determined to sacrifice my own
incllnations, and postpone our wedding long
enough TO give me time to pay flying visit
to England, where could do my best to OBJ
tain such evidence as would show that
Phllippa was the dead mans widow.
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CHATTER XI.
SPECIAL PLEADING.

1t was over! She knew! The hope which
NAV have buoyed my spirits, that Philippa's
agitation at learning of Sir Mervyn Fer
rand's death Was but due to the fact that
once she loved the man entirely vanished.
could see no loop-hole of escape, no posi-
biity OF persuading her tina, she was fancy
ing horrors which had never taken place.
Moreover although / would have given my
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her past lie lent some 1u>tlncatlOn to my
gloomy forebodngs. Not once did Sir Mer-
vyn Ferrand's name pass between my wife
and me. Not once did she ask me for any
further particulars concerning the events of
that night upon which, in the height of her
short-lived mania, she reached my cottage.
True that upon becoming my wife, and be-
ginning new and happier stage Of life, it
might be but natural for her to wish to con-
sign to oblivion the wrong, the shame, the
suffering wrought by Villains craft; vet /
was so mixed up in the catastrophe that si-
lence on the subject seemed strange. Her
retcence alarmed d me. fancied it must be
caused by some vague uneaSnesS connected
with that night-sOme doubt which she
dared not seek TO set at rest. 1t is, know.
not unusual for women, after their recovery
from that mysterious disease which had for
awhile driven my poor girl distraught, to be
able to recall and accurately describe the
deusions which had afflicted them during
those wandering hours. | myself had in
one OF two cases noticed this popularity,
and the authorities which had studied dur
ing Philippa's illness mention it as an in
disputable fact My great dread was that
at some moment, perhaps when our happi-
ness was as perfect as it could be, some
simple chance, some aluSion to certain
events, even the bare mention of name,
might supply the missing link, and the fear
ful truth would be revealed to my wife.
Our return journey to Seville was made
by water. Although the Guadalquiver is
not very interesting river, we thought
travelling by steamer would be pleasant
change from the journeys in the hot, stuffy,
slow trains, full from end to end with the
odor of garlic and tobacco; so early one
morning we left Cadiz, and were soon steam
ing up the sluggish, dull, turbid river, with
the great flat stretches of swampy land on
either hand.
There were not many passengers on board
the steamer. The boat itself was wretch
ed affair, and before an hour was over we
wished we had chosen the train as a mode
of transit Mile after mile of the level de-
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courier, so that you may travel IN all posi-
BILE comfort"
Ny mother seemed almost annoyed, and
again said was merciless. What would she
have said had she known that, unless had
received that letter, instead Of going to our
present comfortable quarters. we should
have driven to the Orleans Railway, and
taken the first train to the south? How lit
tie she knew-how little, trusted, Philip
pa knew-from what we were fiyingl
felt must give my mother some reason
for my haste; so, before going in quest OF
my courier, took her aside.
at is not well for Philippa to stay in
Paris, said. Some one whom she ought
not to meet was here q short time ago."
blamed myself for the deception; but
what could l do? Alas! it seemed to me that
my life, which once was fearlessly open to
the inspection of all, was now full of little
else save deceptions. Should / ever again
be my true self?
My mother raised no further objection. /
found a courier-a bearded gentleman OF
commanding presence, who spoke every
European language with impartial imper-
lection. / gave him instructions to see to
everything the next morning; to collect our
luggage, save the small quantity we carried
with us, and to register it through to Burgos.
had no particular reason for choosing Bur
gOs. but it seemed convenient place at
which to take our first thorough rest.
The next days journey was dull, dreary,
wearisome affair. My companions had not
shaken off the fatigue of the previous day,
and now that felt Philippa's safety was,
comparatively speaking, assured, reaction
set in with me. No wonder. j shudder now
as think of the strain to which both body
and mind had been subjected during the last
fortnight 1 was moody and listless. The
air was full of fog and mist. The so-called
express train pounded along after the we'll
known style of French railways. Orleans,
Blois, Tours, Poictiers, Angouleme, Coutras,
and other stations passed me as one in a
dream. The dull day crept on until dark
evening was upon Us, and we were all thor
oughly glad when our days journey ended
at Bordeaux
Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1885-08-20

DHYSICIAN AND SURGEON, Mineral Point, vi
/ O1ice 10 drug store.
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Carl Forrncs and Ronooni.

In 1872 | had just como back to
New York fron London. As | was
walking down the street one morning
l espied a little old man, bent over
with age and looking very miserable.
Something about him, however, seemed
familiar to me. and | fastened my
footsteps. As | came up to him, he
turned abodt and stopping short, cried;
Carlo
"Glorgio!' ] answered, and grasped
both his hands in mine.
1T was the once great Ronconi, walk
INC the street almost in rags.
Which way are You bOuudP" said
he in a voice cracked with age.
ITO breakfast said /, ''whcre all
good people should co
'Fortunatol fortunatoW he mutter-
cd
Come along with me, said |, land
let us recall old times.
As we walked toward the restaurant
1 did not dream for an instant that he
had reached such q condition that be
was actually starving Surprising that
lie had breakfasted / walked in, and
seating myself at a table gave a boun-
tltul order to the waiter for myself 1t
was a bitterly cold and | was hungry.
Presently I saw Ronconi eagerly grasp
q piece Of bread that lay on the table,
and gnaw on it like a wild beast
What, | demanded, "have you
not breakfasted?'
The poor fellow looked mp at me
with great hungry eyes as reply.
Waiter, / shouted, bring Us here
feastri
What will you haye?" asked that
fanctjonary
"EyeEthing you have in your itch
eng'' l cried, hercely.
And poor Roneoni sank down against
ne table, sobbing like child.-CarI
fornles in I11glestde
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A Very Sharp Witness.

match on the witness stand. Not long
since there was breach of promise
case in an Ohio town. The usual
bully-ragging lawyer was there, but
an unusual witness,in the person of a
country school marin, met him.
"Ah, MISS" said the lawyer, when
she had taken the oath, "will you
state your name?"
elizabeth Martini" she responded
quietly.
"Yosr occupations"
"Teaching school"
GLOW old are you?" he next in.
CURED, with q sideLong smile at the
crowd.
"Old enough to know that it is
none of your business" she answer
ed as gently as the ring dove cooes.
"Objection sustained" remarked
the court.
The lawyers face fell, but he
braced up and went on, but without
smile
"Do you know the nature of an
oath ?" he asked, spitefully.
ooh, yes. heard you damn the
court yesterday on the street for
ruling against you, and knew you
were not saying your prayers"
The court looked at the lawyer,
the lawyer looked at the ceiling, and
the witness looked at ease.
"Confne your answers to the case
if you please" said the lawyer.
"Now, will you tell the court if you
know the PLAINTIFF"
eyes, sir, | know her"
"What do you know of her?"
"More good than | do of lawyer,
sir"
CHATS not what | want to know"
81 presume not, sir" continued
the witness, softly.
81 want to know" shouted the ex-
asperated questioner, bringing his
fists down on the table, eff you know
anything about the case before the
court"
1Olt Gidil y Ou w DOHblbl
"Will you tell it to the court and
! have done with it."
"Thanks. / know, your Honor,
that Joseph Hill the defendant, ask
ed Mary Jackson the plaintiff, if she
would be his wife. 1t was done in
my presence"
"Indeed! Isn't that rather an I'M
usual way of popping the question ?"
81 don't know, sir. | have no ex-
perience. happened to be present,
came into the room unexpectedly
and found the plaintiff sitting in the
defendants lap, and he, to show me
that he had a right to save the fur
niture in that way, asked her again
to be his wife, as he had done a
week earlier"
"By the way, Miss Martin, how
much does the plaintiff weigh?"
"Oone hundred and forty pounds,
sir"
GLOW do you know so exactly?"
"By the weight, of course" she
smiled, and the lawyer went off on
another track.
odd you think the defenda was
telling the truth :"
ooh, yes; you know he is not a
lawyer"
"The witness will confine herself
to the facts" interrupted the court.
every well, your Honor, shall
pay no more attention to the state
ments of the attorney"
"That win do" said the provoked
lawyer, "the witness may stand
down"
"AIay it please the court, she re-
piled, "the witness would like to sit
down."
"The sheriff will please provide
the witness with chair" said the
court. "She seems to have sat down
on every thing else in the court
room, and the court sees no reason
why chair should be exempt
The witness smiled placidly and
took the chair to await another call
TO the stand.-Ee.
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S. T. Osborne, teacher os music,
will be in Mineral Point at all times
excepting Tuesdays and Fridays.
4l-tf
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Wilson & WcEIhon,

4 TTORNEYs AND oOUNSELLORS. Office n
~ lily Bank. Mineral Point. Wisconsin
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4TT0RNEIS
John Y. Jone

4 TT0RNEY AND COUNSELLOR, DodgeMne. wis
n VIII practice IN all tie II This State ex-
cepi the Iowa County (Probste) Court
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DHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Office IN Len.
l ahans block, up stairs, first door 20 len. Resi-
dence arst door west from N b. Church, Mineral
Point. v g.
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county omeers.
The Tribune Directory,
PHYSICIANS,

u Parntley. VI. u.
! I OME0PATluC PHYSICIAN AND SURG E0N,
1 cfico 1T the residence Of Joseph Parmley, dii-
din, Wis ONCE hours 20 Il a, M. add To p. m.
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w. l.. railman,
Y. w pattcreon. Va.

Y. Y PAttcrsOn. VI, y.
OFFICE opposite Pulford's Drug Store, High ST.
NBHonrs from to ca, IN. aud TO 3 p m. Ia
Office nights. 2Stf
The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1885-10-17
THIBODAUX, La, SATURDAY, OCTOBER H. 1885,
The Author OF " Beulah." ="

One of the bright days of the South
ern journey dates visit to the home of
Mrs. Wilson, among the many old time
beautiful residences which are in the
suburban. part of Mobile. Few in the
North would know Augusta J. Evans
as Mrs. Wilson, but the name of Miss
Evans is familiar to all the lovers of lit
erature in every section of the country.
Her fine old mansion is tlickly sur
rounded by live oaks in perpetual verd-
ure, a profus,l of shrubberv and ca
mellia trees. radiant with thousands of
bursting buds and blooming flowers.
One tree, that had evidently been the
object of special care, bore full 5000
bright scarlet buds and flowers on its
exquisitely symmetrical branches. and
when in full bloom it must illumine the
whole neighborhood. The visitors were
promptly admitted and greeted by the
distinguished authoress in the hospita-
BILE style of the true Southern home.
She was neatly clad in pretty gingham
costume, and her welcome made all for
getful of formality. She lives and
moves in vast bower of flowers, all
planted and nursed by her own hands,
and she exhibits them with all the pride
and affection of a Roman mother. Re-
freshments were served, and the one
vacant place at the table had a napkin
ring holding an exquisite white camellia.
"That. said Mrs. Wilson, rs my hus-
bands bouquet for to-day, and he has
never been without one at any breaking
OF bread in our home since we were
married, now sixteen years ago." She
discussed authors with freedom but in
generous kindness, and spoke sorrow-
fully Of the decline in Southern litera-
ture, caused by the long tria s and sac
rlfices of war. She inquired specially
for Miss Brewster, of this city, and said
that she had lately written to her, urg-
ing the reprint of new editions of her
books. Il read no history of the war;"
she said, with the impressive pathos
that only woman could exhibit. "The
story is too sad to me and to those who
saw its terrible sweep of destruction to
be rescued from forgetfulness. She
filed the hands of her visitors with
flowers and their hearts with love. She
is model Southern housekeeper. takes
entire charge of her plants and grounds
and Jersey cows and horses, besides
finding leisure to make rapid progress
in her new book Il do it by having
system" was her answer, when asked
how she managed to do so much. It
was pleasant hour, and it added an
other to the many specially memorable
Incidents of the journey in the South.
PHILADELPHIA Times.
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Canght on the Last Turn.

"Well, how did this inveterate gam
bier this Tom Mallory, come out, final
ly ?" asked the reporter.
He lost every cent he had, said the
gentleman with the light-colored panta-
looms. 8 lost every cent lie could borrow,
and finally was driven to the necessity
of going to the College Hospital when
he was attacked with the typhoid fever.
There he died. The night he died there
were several of us who had not heard
of his illness before present, and l will
never forget the scene There were q
physician. minister, and three or four
sport ng men standing around his bed
in the ward When [ came in he said to
me.
Frank. old boy, how goes it?
"'All right, Tom, SAYS |; how goes
it yourseif?'
We'll feel pretty bad, saws he,
and don't know whether | am going
to pull through or not
- He is not going to pull through
said the minister, and have been try
ing to impress upon him the necessity of
preparing for the next life. Mr. NAL
lory,' he continued. the physician here
will tell YOU that you cannot i've
"'Cannot live?' said Tom.
"' No. said the physician, I think it
but right to tell you the truth--you
cannot live an hour longer
Now, look here,' said Tom, rising
in the bed and looking like an animated
ghost, his eyes as big as moons, and the
hand of death plainly marked upon his
face, 'you fellows say cannot live an
hour. I'll tell You what well do I'll
put up. my pants against any pair of
pants in the house that Five two hours
Il knew it would please him, SO I said:
All right, Tom; it is 60
In an hour We saw that his last
hour had come. and I. made his head
easier on the pillow. When we were
expecting to see him dropof he rose and
said: Lost again, By ginger! I should
have coppered that bet, and he sank
back on the pillow dead. ."-Minneapo-
Es Tribune.
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A Lesson In Advertising.

The lonesome Jersey sign board,
standing chin deep in the food and over
head in the rain, warning people not to
have picnic in flannel suits and lawn
dresses that afternoon, brought to my
mind long. dreary, dismal November
day once passed-how / passed it,
only q merciful Providence knows-in
Chapin, Ill. Chapin is junction town
not quite so large as the Eagle business
office. 1t rained all that day. It got
up about daylight to rain and kept on
raining harder every hour. I had
to wait all day long for the train I
wanted. In the afternoon, when my
letters were all answered and my news
paper work was accomplished, l stood
at the window and looked dolefully out
on the flooded landscape The trees
stood knee deep in the water. Every
thing was soaked. Everything drip,
drip, dripped. Whatever could float
footed. What couldn't float sank.
Water, water everywhere. In the clouds,
in the air, on the ground, drip, gurgle,
splash, drop and stream, swamp and
torrent. And right i'll all this universe
of moisture great big sign, painted in
white letters, black shaded, on a board
fence, sign so big that you could read
it half mile away, and it stared me in
the face even when | shut my eyes and
turned my back 10 it: Bethesda Water
at Hatch's"
Now, who the mischief wanted any of
any kind of water On day like that?
It made me SO mad that l tried to quit
looking at it. But l couldn't. Ill
crawled under the bed, it was there; if
thrust my head into the tiue, it stared
down the chimney. BY and by, in utter
despair, completely knocked out and
exhausted, yielded to my fate, went
out in the rain, went right straight to
Hatch's and drank glass of Bethesda
water. and if there was ANYTHING in the
world hated, it was Bethesda water.
As a newspaper man 1 could only
draw one moral from this: persistent
advertising will tell. "-Burdette, IN
BROOKLYN Eagle.
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NJ. PAsTErR thinks that bisulphide
OF carbon will become tie most useful
of all ant.septics, as it is the cheapest,
since it costs only fraction of penny
per pound. 1t is also the best insecti-
eide known. Over s,0Ot',GOO pounds
are annually used to check the ravages
of phylloxera. As first produced, car
bon bisulphide is q very foul-smelling
compound, but can be purified until it
is pure enough in odor to mix with q
perfume. It may be found effective in
preventing such diseases as yellows in
peach and other trees.
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Lincoln's Terrible Anxieties.


slaughter the face of the President was
grave and anxious, and he looked like
one who had lost the dearest member
OF his own family. recall one even
ing late in May, when 1 met the Presi-
dent in his carriage driving slowly to-
ward the Soldiers Home. He had lust
parted from one of those long lines of
ambnlances. The sun was just sinking
behind the desolate and deserted hills
OF Virginia; the flags from the forts.
hospitals, and camps dropped sadly.
Arlington, with its white colonnade.
looked like what it was-a hOsnital
far down the Potomac, toward Mount
vernon, the haze of evening was gath
ering over the landscape, and when I
met the President his attitude and ex
preston spoke the deepest sadness.
be paused as we met, and, pointing his
nand toward the wounded men, said
Look yonder at those poor fellows. I
cannot bear it. This suffering, this loss
OF life Is dreadful" Recalling a letter
he had written years before to a suffer-
ing friend, whose grief he had sought
to console, l reminded him of the Incl
dent. and asked him: DO You remem-
Der writing to your sorrowing friend
these words: And this, too, shall pass
away. Never fear. Victory will Gomez"
"Yes," replied he, victory will come,
but it comes slowly"
His friends and his family, especially
Mrs. Lincoln, watched his careworn
and anxious face with the greatest solic-
itude. She and they sometimes took
him from his labors almo It in spite of
himself He walked end rode about
Washington and its picturesque sur
roundings. He visited the hospitals,
and, with his friends, and IN converse
tion, and visits to the theater, he sought
to divert his mind from the pressure
upon it. He often rode with Secretary
Seward, with Senator Sumner, and
others. But his greatest relief was
when he was visited by his old Illinois
friends, and for while, by anecdotes
and "reminiscences of the past, his mind
was beguiled from the constant strain
upon it. These old friends were some
times shocked with the change in his
appearance. They had known him at
his home, and at the courts in Illinois.
with frame of iron and nerves of
steel; as man who rdly knew what
illness was, ever genial and sparkling
with frolic and fun, nearly always
CHEEKY and bright. Now, as the months
of the war went slowly on, they saw
the wrinkles on his face and forehead
deepening into furrows, the laugh of
old days was less frequent. and it did
not seem to come from the heart. Anx-
iety, responsibility, care. thought, dis
asters, defeats, the injustice of friends,
wore upon his giant frame, and his
nerves of steel became at times irri-
table. He said one day, with pathos
which language cannot describe: II
feel as though I shall never be glad
any more" During these four years
he had no respite, no HOLIDAYS. When
others fled away from the heat and
dust of the capital, he remained. He
would not leave the helm until all dan
ger was passed, and the good ship of
state had weathered the storm.-.Ar-
seold's mew "LUe Of Abrahan, Lin
colo."