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of His Victim-MiraEes and Shad-
Ows Which Appeared Daily to "a
Man who Compromised His Peace
NJ Mind In, tI,o Grill NArn
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ming over as usual with provocative CO.
quetry, ran out and stopped at the
strange group. She had caught Con-
stances words, and her face was pic
ture OF amusement, horror. and mali
cious satisfaction by turns.
Constance gave Cyril one eloquent
look full of pathetic sadness. of rigid
determination. Then she glanced at
the young girl. who seemed unable to
pass the group.
Take her home." she said, In a low
voice.
And she turned to her husband.
"Tom," she said, ''are you coming
home with me?"
"Yes, If you'll have me-" he answer
ed, in a hoarse voice.
He. was less grateful than sullen,
spiritless. Perhaps he was hardly So
Der; but his tottering footsteps were
the result of illness rather than Of in
toxication. She led him to her lodgings.
got him some clothes. gave him food,
and placed him in chair by the fire.
In all that she did there was no pre-
tense of welcome or affection; but she
was kind, thoughtfully attentive. gen.
tie. as she would have been to strang-
er.
For the truth was that there was
nothing in TomAnderson to rouse ten
der feelings in the woman who had
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platform. and had gone off into the
town in search of some establishment,
no matter how lovely, which would
open its doors to them and give them
refreshment.
The ladies' five in number, remained
IN their compartment, huddled up in
their warmest cloaks, trying to get
little sleep. But it would not do; it
was too cold. The "old woman" who
was really old, rubbed her eyes msera-
bly,
They've all got Off suppose!' she
grumbled. "And of course they never
think of u.s.
[ A bright young girl from whose
cheeks not even an all-night journey
could take the roses, sprang to her feet
and let down the nearest window.
"They shall think of us, thought"
cried she, as she thrust her head and
shoulders out of the window. Come
and let us out! Come and let us out
some of you, any of you!" cried she. i'm
periously. And the next moment,
catching sight, on the dimly-lighted
platform, of a figure she knew. she
cried: 'Mr. Ardener! Mr. Ardener!
Come and have pity on us. We are
locked in like wild beasts; and assure
you we are getting very nearly as saw
age. We've been kept too long without
food. you see.' .,
The person addressed stepped nim-
bly, down from the platform, and pick
ed his way in the dark across the lines
to the siding.
, A TALL well-made young man, with a
kindly. open face, Cyril Ardener looked
what he was, really nice fellow, a
favorite with his own sex and with the
other. AS the girl above him looked
down into his face it was easy to see
that she was one of those upon whom
the Juvenile lead" had made a deep
impression.
Miss Lillian Fairbrother (as she was
called upon the programmes) had gone
on the stage against the wishes of her
family. of course; but not without some
prospect of success there. She be-
slowed upon Cyril, the smile Of a prac-
tised and all-conquering firt. But he
shook warning head.
You had much better stay where
you are" said he. persuasively. "The
other fellows have gone wandering
about In search of drinks. And as they
are making q great noise and disturb
ing everybody, without succeeding in
their quest, should advise you to give
them a wide berth for the present"
Never mind. I'm coming out"
said Miss Fairbrother, with the OBJ
stlnacy Of the spoilt beauty. open
the door. please"
You'll have nobody to talk to-" per-
sisted Cyril, as he took out his key.
Not even you?" r..+
mot even me. I'm going off to try
and keep the others out of mischief"
The door was opened by this time.
and she was preparing to descend. She
Eraciously allowed Cyril to assist her,
and rewarded him with another smile.
Come along" said she. rather impa-
tiently. For Cyril was lingering to
cast q glance inside the carriage be-
fore he shut the door. AS his eyes rest
ed upon a pale. worn, refined face, that
of the leading Juvenile lady, change
came over Cyrips face.
~ wish / could get you a cup of hot
coffee, Miss Wells" he said.
But before she could thank him the
Impatient Lillian had pulled him by
force away from the door. crying out in
pretended terror that she heard train
coming. The face of Constance Wells
flushed slightly as she settled herself
again In her corner. Miss Browning,
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II wish 1t were possible" she said. 81
don't care for him. I care for you. And
yet. now that he has come back. am
happier than was before. / am thank
ing Heaven that he did come-in time.
l was not so strong as pretended, Cy-
ril. ! was getting afraid
But Cyril looked impatient, misera-
BILE.
You have sacrificed your life!" said
he. passiOnately.
And saved my-what Is it?-pride?
Well. am satisfied, Cyril: a man can
never understand woman; l don't
understand myself. But l am happier
tonight knowing that am out of dan
ger that there Is to be no more strug-
Cling and no more questioning, than
was before"
HE will be a burden to you as long
as you live"
II can't help that"
Constance. this is quixotism."
"Well, l can't help that either. Good
night"
And she disappeared into the house.
When Tom Anderson died, six months
later. Cyril Ardener was already the
husband of Lillian Fairbrother. But
constance was not unhappy. except In
the fear that the little coquette would
make an Indifferent wife.
She had been true to her best self; she
had gained a victory which had made
her strong. And to the end of her life
she will congratulate herself upon her
very best performance
(The End.)
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longing tenderness which thrilled her,
warmed her in spite of herself.
MY darling, couldn't you trust me?
Don't you think would make you hap
py as long as you live%
He could see in her eyes the struggle
which was going on between her feel
ings and her instincts of duty and
honor. e
Don't you think would make you a
kind husband. Constance?"
With sudden impulse she snatched
her hands away.
'Ah. II you could! If you only could"
! she said. piteously. But you know you
! can't. you can't, while my husband is
alive"
Cyril moved impatiently.
Now isn't this nonsense. child?" said
he with an air of indulgent tolerance.
Your husband treated you uisgraceful-
ly: as badly as "a man could treat wO-
man. He deserted you for another wo.
man five years ago. Since he went to
America three years ago. you haven't
heard whether he is alive or dead, and
have the strongest reason for thinking
he is dead. And yet you must bring
this hideous memory-for he is nothing
more to you-to stand in the way of
your own happiness. For you would be
happy with me. Don't you know it?
Come now. tell me-"
Eyes. / know it: I am sure OF 1t,
whispered she. And yet
"Well. and yet what?'
II can't do it. can't, I can't"
Give me only a reason, and I'll re-
spect it.
| Her head dropped.
| Though never really cared for my
husband and do care great deal FOR
you, still ! can't pretend to be your
wife while he is alive. / don't say I'm
wise: l don't even say I'm right. But
that's how feel, and-theres the end
of it."
! She sprang to her feet, and drew her
cape around her shoulders again. She
would go back to the carriage, she said.
But he cosNed her. And, because she
loved him, because it was a delight to
her to be with him once more, even II
| their interview was as full of pain as OF
pleasure. she stayed.
At last, though she would not yield
! to his entreaties, she gave half-con-
sent to- his proposal that she should take
lodgings for the ensuing week In the
house where he was going to stay. This
seemed very good suggestion. as the
town to which they were going was no
torious for the badness of its lodgings,
q white face.
and the poor Scotch inn. where Cyril
and the manager was going to stay, Of
| fered prospect of comparative luxury.
But Constance, when she again sat
back in her corner Of the railway car
riage, found herself dwelling with so
much eagerness on the pleasure she
would have in being for week con-
stantly in the society of the man she
loved, that she recognized with fear
that the joy was in fact temptation.
When, therefore. Cyril came to the door
of the compartment at their journey S
end, he found that her mood and her
manner had changed.
"Come, said he, gently as he took
her bag and offered her his hand, "We
shall have to walk but it isn't far to
the hotel"
She looked steadily before her, with
THANK you. But have changed my
hind. l am going to stay with Miss
Browning"
And she walked quickly away with
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walked along the platform in silence
to the Office Of the station master,
where a bright fire was blazing.
With n cry of delight Constance went
down on her knees before it, and spread
out her stiff fingers In the welcome
warmth. Cyril stood near. looking
down at her delicate, worn face, in
which the blue eyes looked preternat-
urally large. After a long silence he
said suddenly:
you think l asked you to come out
because l had quarreled with that lit
tie iiirt? You were wrong"
Constance flushed slightly, but did
not glance mp.
II asked you because the little goose
let out something which was the last
thing she should have let me know II
she wanted me to forget you. You
have been fretting, it seems"
Brought to task SC abruptly, Con-
stance could not keep the tears out OF
her eyes.
NO" said she, rather fecbly
"Oh, but you have. Now tell me, Is
It true that you are not so hard as you
pretend to be? Is 1t true. for instance"
and he came nearer to her, that you
are sorry you snubbed me so unmerci-
fully that day--you know when?"
There was, a pause. Constance was
much agitated. But she gathered her
forces together, and answered with
some spirit:
mo. IT Is not true. lam not sorry"
But there was q tremor in her gentle
voice, q tenderness In her eyes, which
belied her words
II don't believe you." said Cyril, as
ne knelt down on the floor beside her.
~ mean I don't believe your words.
believe your eyes. And / can read in
them that you do care; that you have
been unhappy. lonely, since you quar-
relied with me-"
Then she gave way, and piteOus lit
tie sob betrayed the feeling she had
been trying to hide. He stole one of her
white hands. which. not even the frost
had succeeded In making red and ugly.
and held 1t tenderly In his own. She
cried In silence for a few minutes. and
then turned upon him fercely:
why do you torment me?" she ask
ed. with something like terror in her
voice.
Because love you. Connie: because
know you have had a hard life, which
Is not growing any easier. and because
want to give you some ease. some rest,
some happiness, darling 81
"But you can't You know you can't.
Oh, Cyril. don't begin 1t all over again!"
Hut he had both her hands now. He
was holding them in n firm grin look.
Ing into her face. with tn expression Of
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the "old woman," gave q snort of indis.
nation.
Train coming indeed" cried she.
"That young lady can make trains and
everything else come and so to suit
her purpose. ! call it disgracefui, the
way in which she's got hold of that
young Mr.. Ardner. flirting all the time
with two or three Of the others! Mr..
Ardeneg never had word for anyone
but you, Miss Wells. till she came into
the company She doesn't wait for him
to follow her about. she follows him.!
The remaining two members of the
company who We're present glanced APP
prehensively az Miss Wells. OF course,
everybody knew that she and Cyril Ar
dener had been something very like
lovers before Miss Fairbrother's COM
ing, and had discussed among them
selves the "chcek" of the newcomer
and the quiet way in which Miss Wells
had never before been mentioned in her
presence.
Now that 1t was mentioned. how
ever, Miss Wells was quite equal to the
occasion. She laughed little, and
Sa'u' ""Si'v' Win hiore vi Her ART '"a'
Of her nature in her tones:
Very cruel of him, isn't it? Or al
least il would he cruel if minded. But
| don't. you see."
'Of course not. or course you
don't said the other iauies.
Ut was about an h"ur atter TINS When
thev nearu steps on tue ilhe AGAIN ana
s..
somebody mounted uP ana iookeu III
Throueh the steam on the gass the
race OF man could pe dimiy seen. ne
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out giving him time for protest or re-
ply.
There was no reward of virtue for
poor Constance. All that week Cyril
devoted himself to Miss Fairbrother;
and Constance, although she managed
to hide the misery she felt could not
stifle it, She felt that she loved this man
so deeply that he powers of resistance
were. growing unequal to the strain
After all, was there not truth in what
he urged. that she owed no duty to the
man who had so neglected her? This
nominal husband that must indeed be
dead. For three years she had heard
nothing of him. Was she not free, in
law as wei as morally, to contract a
fresh marriage?
So she tortured herself, and mean.
while held aloof as much as possible
from all intercourse with Cyril except
OIL the stage. But the parts they
played We're those of lovers; and the
harrassed woman felt that they betrayed
their feelings in every word, in every
look. that they were forced to exchange
in the business of the stage.
At the end of the week, as she left
the theatre after her nights work, the
hall-keeper told her that there was a
man outside waiting for her.
HE wanted to come in and wait here,
miss; but he was too drunk to stand,
and I wouldn't let him In. There he is
by the doorway. If you go the other
way you'll miss him."
But Constance was looking at the hu-
man wreck the man pointed out with
wide eyes full of fear. She knew him,
changed though he was.
He was In rags. dirty, haggard; @n
appalling spectacle. She answered the
hall-keeper by gesture rather than by
words, and made step in tht direction
of the doorway within the shelter of
which her husband was standing.
He staggered forward and clutched
her arm. As she stopped Cyril Ardener
came out by the stage door on his way
homewards. He uttered an exclamation
Of disgust, and darted forward to send
the wretch about his business. With
one quick movement he released her,
and supporting her trembling figure in
his arms, said quickly:
MY poor darling! Don't be frighten-
ed. I'll see you home"
The other man uttered a hoarse sound
meant for a laugh. He was sinking
away without a word. when Constance
recovered herself.
Let me go. Let me go, Cyril" she
whispered. 1T is--my husband"
Cyril was 80 much shocked that he
was speechless. Before he could re-
cover from his disgust and amusement,
Miss Fairbother, pretty, bright. brim-
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BROKE TIRE TOBACCO TRUST.
Tobacco Manufacturers Losing Ter
Millions a Year. ..
oreat Excitement In st. Louis No Pos ST.
biiity Of Preventing Still Greater
Loss In 90.

st. Louis, Dec. 23-[Special. l-Col.
William Kirchoff, General Western
Manager of the American Tobacco COM
pany, has been a user of tobacco all
his life. and for years has smoked as
many as twenty cigars daily. After
using few boxes of No-TO- Bac, the
desire for tobacco Is completely gone,
and he Is wonderfully improved in
health. His cure Is attracting a great
deal of attention and comment, and
many prominent st. Louis business
men are following his example People
are just waking up to the fact that the
continued use of tobacco is very in
furious. -, s.
An interview with Mr. II. L. Kramer,
the originator of No-To- Bac, develops
the fact that within three years it has
reached an enormous sale, almost en-
tirely upon merit alone. over one mil
lion boxes of No-To-Ba have been sold,
and 100000 tobacco users cured. At the
present rate NoTo- Bac will cure in '9G
from 200. 600 to 300 900. and as Mr.. Kra-
mer says, 1T Is always the worst cases
that want q cure; those who have
chewed and smoked from boyhood-
some of them thirty. forty and fifty
years, and we even have records of
cures after sixty years of tobacco using
SO, you can see that, If they are spend
ing an average of $4,000 a year (this is
a small amOunD, the cure of 100000 to-
bacco users in '96 would result in the
loss of the sale of tobacco amounting
to over $lO.00O,O0O which will be saved
to the cured"
NO-To- Bac is truly medical wonder
for 1t not only destroys the desire for to-
bacco. but invigorates the nervous sys-
tar ppnrVp1nllSIv iuht
and strength. Like all great successes,
No-To- Bac has many limitations and
substitutes, and the public should be
warned against them. No-To- Bac is
the original tobacco habit cure. and is
sold under an absolute guarantee to
cure the tobacco habit, by your own
druggist
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found him out. He took her attentions
in hang dog fashion, with some little
shame perhaps, but with still more ir-
ritation. When he had eaten his sup
per and was provided with a cigarette
he began to assume airs lofty indig-
nation at the words he had overheard
Cyril address to her.
81 don't know whether that's the way
you have been allowing every young
jackanapes you met to speak to you
while have been away" grumbled he
my poor darling indeed"
But, much to his amazement, Con-
stance burst out laughing.
She had been so gentle that he was
prepared to find her humble, also, and
ready to allow him to get the upper
hand again.
You won't talk like that, will you
please she said. trying to repress hel
involuntary, bitter amusement. "YOu
must be satisfied to know that l have
behaved rightly, according to my own
ideas, as you no doubt have, according
to yours
He glanced at her quickly. with q
rising flush of Indignation in his sullen
face. But he was abashed, and had the
sense to say nothing.
II am not going to worry you with
any moralizing, any questions" she
went on, looking at the fire. Il would
of course, If cared; but don't. will
do what l can for you-take care OF
you till you are better able to 60 away
But-but that's ALL"
Then you are not going to make II
up again?" whined he.
Constance looked at him quickly and
her eyes filled with tears. If there had
been q spark of affection in his tone
of longing for the warmth of his wife's
heart, as distinct from power over her
purse,-she would not have been hard
to him. But love for another and love
returned had made her clear-sighted.
She shook her head.
mo more than that" she said,
gently.
He kept his head bent for a little
while, looking at the fire. Then he
nodded philosophically After all, he
had outgrown any feeling for his wife
long ago. In the meantime he might
think himself sure of roof and a crust
as long is she was in an engagement.
well. as you like" said he, at last.
Over his face there passed curious
look. In the pause that followed hel
own words she had been woman enough
to hope that he was going to coax, tC
entreat. And she was disappointed.
She rose quickly from her chair.
II couldn't get another room in this
house." said she. $50 I've got one mex
door. But it's poky little place. no,
what you would like: so you can have
mine. / will have the one in the mex,
house. Good night"
She waited one moment at the door
looking at him curiously. He glanced
up.
THANK you. Good night" said he.
In another moment she was outside
the house. On the opposite side of the
road a man was standing. He crossed
quickly over to her.
Constance, I want to see you"
"Cyril!"
"Oh, my poor child, what an expert.
ence for you! What are you going t.
do?"
Then he stopped. looking at her ir
amaZement.
why, / don't understand You look
happier than l have seen you for evel
so long. Is 1t possible you care for--fol
him?"
Constance shook her head, smiling
rather sadly.
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1t was an all-night journey, and a
very cold one. Perhaps the state of
the thermometer would not have mat
tered so much IL the Great London
Success with which the company Were
travelling mad made a stronger impress
sion upon the audiences OF the provin-
c!al towns to which It had been pre-
sented.
They were going north, and there was
watt of four hours in one of the
dreariestS of the Lancashire manufac-
turing towns. The company's carriage
had been detached from the train and
shuNted ON to siding to wait for the
early morning train which was to take
1t Ito FALSELY.
The men of the company mad all got
out as soon as the train drew up at the
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0oof TIMING And soloenlae

aSs Ssse :HsK I'D n q. s,,s Y: e HART
e sT inssTSdisntt. y q. e si = can g
reofs. ALSO TO brick dwelinss which viii
prevent abeolutsly any .crumbllAG, crack
lng o. breaking Of the brick. Il win out.
and its cost does not exc exceed "a o@ns.aftk ned IA
of the cost Of timing. 10 sold by t. ~
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Chicago eagle. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1889-19??, 1895-08-10
Needn't Wait for Him.

Whistler, the eccentric artist, had
been invited to attend wedding. aud
had promised to attend tho ceremony.
When the wedding party reached the
church. Whistler was nowhere to be
seen, but q telegram bearing his sigma.
t,ire was handed to the groom. 1t read:
IAN unavoidably detained. Can't get
to tho church In time. Don't wait"
Chicago eagle. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1889-19??, 1895-08-10

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Birmingham state herald., 1895-12-01
SANGUILLY'S TRIAL ENDED.

The Result Not Known at the State Depart , ment-It Lasted Three Days.
 Washington, Nov. 30.-The state de- partment has received dispatch from Raymond o. Williams, United States consul-general at Havana, stating that the trial of General" Sanguilly. an American citizen arrested in Cuba for alleged revolutionary practices, had be- gun on Thursday and was concluded yesterday. MT. Williams says that in compliance with instruction from the de- partment he attended the trial as spec tator. According to his statement Senor Viodi. Sanguillys advocate, made an excellent defense. No verdict had been rendered at the time of Mr. Williams dispatch. The trial consumed five hours the first day and three hours on the sec ond. ,.--
 Sanguilly was arrested in company with Aguirre, another American citizen. Aguirre was subsequently, released and allowed to return to the United States, but he has recently been arrested at Kingston, Jamaica, by the British au- thorities with others for alleged filibus- tering expedition on suspicion of Violat- ing the neutrality laws. During San gmllys incarceration some of the Span- ish soldiers in Havana made demon stration against him and threa tened to mutiny if he were not shot. The state department succeeded in having his case transferred from the military to the civil c0urtS