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itself had been left behind. She was utterly
alone. ne women stood at their doors,
silent. Children peeped from behind their
mothers skirts frightened yet curious, as
at sight of a buSie. For a moment Martha
glanced UP the street and down. the vii
lage was very still. In the orchards. slop-
ing upward behind the houses either side
the narrow street there was no sign OF life
no pickers, no primers. In the broad park
below the clear brook bubbled through the
trees and the oxen fed as usual, but the
merry herders were not there. Only the
thinly piping voices of two very small
urchins rose up from the meadows. The
church was deserted, the store was closed.
Nowhere were there any but two very old
men at their StoopS: even the boys of fair
size were away. Even to her bewildered
brain the absence of the menfolk and the
consequent lack of noise, Of sound of work,
struck strangely. Then she remembered;
they Were Communicated, her fathers and
her brothers brethren. the Beers. Every
ful gun. to the army, and by the morrow
probably many would be dead-many of her
own people many Of her lovers people,
perhaps her father or brother perhaps her
betrothed. Her lip trembed but she looked
up bravely and met the eyes of the silent
women. She pitied them. She knew what
they were. as she herself might have been
if these happy years of school life in Cape
Town had never come to ,her-stolid, ig
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THE TRA|TRESS,

she said, simply. II am his betrothed wife,
but. because he was English, we Thought
1t better to say nothing until peace had
come. AS to the rest, father, l saw so
much when I with you amongst the
soldiers that / afraid for him. They
think so lightly of the danger they are rum
ming into. l wrote to him TO prevent him
coming with the English soldiers"
so you told him our plans. he cried. bit
terly And by this time he has reported
to his general
MY private letter." she cried. ingenious
Iy. but he would not listen
''Traitress,' he cried, and his eyes gleam-
ed dangerously and he took her by the
shoulders and pushed her from the house
of her fathers, while her mothers voice
rose up to the old time-darkened roof in a
long scream of agony and pity.
Martha staggered forward, and the door
closed with crash behind her. The girls
checks were white now as milk, but there
was in her eyes no anger nor fear-merely
sense of dazed wonder. as if the world
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try to save the life of the belovedr Very
simple she was, very innocent OF the
erander motives of heroines, for all her
studies-little better than a child. acting
by hearts impulse and loves prompting,
and these alone. This she had done. but
now her father called her ''traitress, and
that was bitter, and her home was closed
forever against her. and the women whom
she had played and worked among hooted
her \ small boy threw stone, and her
brother cried sulenly to her to hurry
When they had driven out of the village
and out of the quiet valley and We're on
the rough trek crossing the veldt, she look
ee at him gently. for he was younger than
she a boy of sixteen, and asked:
''Where are you taking me. Peter?'
He never looked at her he answered
sulIenly: ITO Old Van Belts farm. 1t Is
out of the line of fighting, and thence you
can get to the frontier on horse. rather
gave me this money to give to you. With
IL you can get easily among your friends.
in your own country.
But the-the Transvaal is my country,
Peter!
sternness bred OF his fathers fathers blood,
never again. II you were a man it would
be your country-to be shot and buried in.
You are lucky that my father. and not the
general, discovered your treason-spy.
Martha shivered and the Veldt swan In
her eyes Dom Jan cried "Traitress,' and
Peter. her own young brother, called her
spy
.'I5rother, brotherv' she stammered pite-
ously. Il told him alone the man who is
to marry me-
Peter laughed loudly.
Marry. Marry you! When that YER
daniter Nitlander knows he has got out of
you all the information he ever can get,
he will-despise you.''
The boy was not naturally brutal. any
more than her father Jan De Kalb, had
ever before been harsh with her. Martha
at her brothers words began to realize for
the first time how great was her sin in the
eyes Of her own kinsfolk She had hidden
her love from her mother; that was an Of
Tense, but trivial.
She had loved Englishman; that was
serious. she had sent news Of the army
to her English lover; that was more than
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Old Dom Jan, major in the patriot army,
was of far too violent and explosive a
mature to restrain the passion which filled
him upon this discovery. His tremendous
roars Of rage far more than filled the
house. they volleyed down the one street
of the village. His wrath, as his joy, as
his good fortune. he seldom hid within
himself. nor even in the immediate circle
Of his family. His heart, like those of
most men of natural and not acquired
honesty, was worn upon his sleeve. AL
ready the village was aware of Martha
! de kalb's incredible treachery. and was at
its doors. sorrowful, wondering, angry, in
Its divers moods.
Major de Kalb now stood at his own open
door, brandishng the fatal letter Young
Peter was in the spider, already prepared
to drive the trembling renegade from her
home forever Inside, the fat and motherly
Tante de Kalb sat in a huge chair and
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pairing to receive the man who took ere
philippines? What could more clearly inc
d.cate artistic appreciation than the way "a
which the city Of New York met The seulr-
tors offer of free work and approptiat, Il
$1.ynGtO Tor material and labor
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From the Chicago Tribune.

From the Chicago Tribune.
Papa said the boy. as they drove
along. that's the same horsefy that was
buzzing around the horse when we started
out, isn't it?'
Yes"
Then one horsefiy will follow one horse
niore'n a dozen miles, Won't it,
1T seems So
Il reckon" said the boy, who had been
busy thinking again. you'd call it a one
horse fly, wouldn't you?"
Perhaps"
Then it was a one-horse town where we
got this rig, wasn't it?'
Don't be too fly. my SON." said papa,
grasping his whip and meeting the neces-
sity firmly.
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norant of all things save their Bibles. I'M
able to judge their enemy, only to hate
him. Yet they were grand in their faith
and simplicity, trusting in the Lord for vic
tory on the next day. She, too, although
she knew what the red soldiers could do,
feared, yes, feared. that her countrymen
would win. for, II they did, foretelling q
crushing blow, she guessed the fate of her
daring lover. SO conscious of his own men 8
lighting powers, SO contemptuous Of those
OF the farmer soldiers.
so she looked bravely into the eyes Of
the Boer women. They might call her
traitress" and groan as they did now, but
she mad done the best she knew, the only
,hing she could do, to warn Venable that
n, was nghting against no foe to laugh at
Let God judge" she murmured, '1f she
was q traitress. Could It b troechery to
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Frll Puck.
Il tell you said the tourist from the
north, there is weapon more powerful
than bullets. On election day the American
people decide great issues, such as nations
less civilized wage battle for The ballot
is the weapon BY the side OF ii the bullet
is but a worthless piece of lead
Yes, sab" replied the prominent south
ern citizen, and used together judiciously,
sab, nothing defeat their aims
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So Feminine:


FTOm P1ck-Me-Ip p.
Clara-"I have my photograph taken
every three years; think it's so interest,"
ing"
Fanny-"Oh, whatever do you do with
them alp
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A Useless Question.

fFOm III BItS.
First loafer-"'Ullo, BILL been fighting ?'
Second ditto-"D'yer spose Pm a-had-
verttsin' Dtic1dn' plasteff'
The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-05-07

make Mary give the house up, and live happy
ever afterwards in dividing her time between
US, or, very possibly, marrying a husband Of
her own"
Cruel to be kind" he laughed. well. do
as you think best, my little diplomatist;
only do it as gently as possible"
L shall send the paper to Mary and tell
her to show it to Rose and then, when Rose
mas exhausted herself in refusing to believe
the two men the same person. 1 shall go and
tell her the convincing rest
The paragraph in question, was one that
told that the leader of very dangerous
gang of society thieves who had at last been
captured, had at one time passed under the
allas, Comte de la Monneraye," under which
name he was more than suspected of having
conducted several large hotel robberies be-
sides the one for which he was arrested
Decimas story of her chloroform was only
too correct.
The fascinating Frenchman, whom they had
been proud to welcome to their house and
introduce to their friends the sutton who was
to be referred to Uncle William when he
proposed to Rose, was one of the brilliant
scounorels one sometimes reads of, but rarely
meets.
He had found OUT that there were neonIe
worth robbing in the masterless house. and
had used Rose as a means of finding out as
much as he could, to aid him and his ac-
complceS in their work.
What Rose went through in combating this
1ntell1gence-Rose, who had lived all these
months in the hope of his promised return
ana what Sne went through in digeSting it
when it was at last proved at the trial
that her hero and the soon-to-be convict were
in very deed and truth one and the same
person, can be better imagined than de-
scribed
Such an awakening from love dreams such
an ending to a romantic passion is happily
rare.
Nevertheless, digest it as she did. and with
such good result that Decima's power of
prophecy was proved good by the fact that
some six months later her engagement to
Arthur Gordon, Griffith Roberts clever
friend, was the preliminary to what promises
to be a most happy marriage.
Griffith himself is a bachelor and nof
likely to marry
They see very little of him, and still less Of
Miss Yamm to whom John Fanshawe's mar
riage with Decima was an undoubted dis.
appointment
Mary is shortly to be married to country
rector.
For the rest, the "Comte de la Monneraye~
will be too old to indulge in any square
garden love- making when his prison life is
at end.
Rose never thinks of him without a shusf.
der, recalling, as she does, many of his oues-
lions, now SO significant about the habits
and belongings of the people in the house
and certain it is that when her own precious
daughter-the most rosebudy of all rosebuds5
of babies-grows up, and has a lover thar
lover no nfattet how god-like he may be in
appearance how si1ver-tongued will have
to enter the scene with an introduction verN
much more reliable than a fashionable hoteT
one! "a
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The Time in Peking

For two days the doctors features hon
worn an expression of gravity as he bent ovar
1ne leu OF my SICK friend, but now, as Il
watched him closely, the strong face 7,e,a1ef1
ana as he raised his head I saw the lieht oe
satisfaction in his kindly ewes
HIS hat, stick and gloves lay on the drassL
ing case and as he crossed the room to take
them he marked my look of eager inc,,1irr,
and pausing abruptly, laid his hand on nv
shoulder -''1N on Ivy
We're doing splendidly, famouslv. NV.
dear BOY, famously. If literature fails Won
come to me, and will give you yo1Jr creSen-
tlalS as nurse. F1oi ence Nightinga1e couId
net have done better"
The worst is over, them" asked
les. L peHeve we can put him through
between u.s." He paused and as he turnad
once more toward his patient his face e,re1v
grave again.
Il think the crisis is passed. he said
quietly All that any mortal physician can
90 Tor him has been done. Nature alone
riust supply the restorative he needs He
must sleep. l have just given him a soda
tive, and he ought soon to be under its indu-
cree Keep the light turned down, and do
not allow him to talk Sleep is imperative
He must have sleep"
He stepped lightly to the dressine cosa
and as he raised his gloves a dust-covered
heap of manuscripts caught his eye Ha
chuckied softly and shook his head
ODD people, you Americans" he said with
a smile rs our poor literature so impover-
ished that you mist needs instill Yankee
blood into it's veins?"
was looking at the pale face of poor Tom
and did not reply.
All WE'LL" said the CHEEKY doctor as he
appropriated his hat and stick and advanced
with extended hand; the fairy voices of the
Bow bells are far reaching, and I hope that
they will one day ring as merry changes for
two Yankee lads as they did for that fortu
nate young beggar, Dick Wilmington Good
night, my boy, goodnight. I'll see YOU in
the morning. Now, now, remember
He put his fingers to his lips and q mo-
ment later he was gone
/ closed the door gently and returned 70
the bedside of my friend. His eyes were
closed, and, believ ng that the sedative had
already begun its work, tiptoed to the gas
jet and turned down the light Then. seat
ing myself before the CRATE, 1 revitalized the
dying embers and put on two or three more
pieces of coal.
For several minutes all was still. then
heard a movement among the bedclotheA
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AND If he proposes for her." was her
somewhat anxious summing up ''he shall be
referred to Uncle William, as the head of the
tamliy, and Uncle William shall be told to
Iorpld any engagement till she is over
twenty Oh, love, love, love! are you ever
worth your trouble and pain?"
Inc rush of perplexed and unhappy thought
tnat came, as her own affairs returned to her
MIND, plunged her into an absorption that
lasted couple of hours, and might have held
her still longer, had not sound in the gar
der below attracted her attention, and
changed the current of her imaginings.
dWhat was it?
1t was impossible anyone could be opening
one sof the windows of the music-room at this
tfTne of night; yet-yes, someone was!
5DA9eho could be up at o'clock in the morn
1nsst5the hour had just sounded from neigh
boring church clock-and why should they
oper a window?
Her first impulse was to stretch her neck
out of her own easement, and see whether the
pefsennes were open; but sudden thought
held her where she stood, with her hands on
the SILL and her neck stretched forward.
Perhaps someone had broken in.
Thieves!
I4Rut I locked the persiennes myself to-
night" she fastened to comfort herself ct
must be from the inside. Someone is UP and
wants air. But why go there for it? Perhaps
someone walks in their sleep; but why open
the persennes? ?"
She drew back hastily. Someone had walked
up to the window in the garden.
The steps had been soft-muffled; but her
fear-ouickened and night-sharpened ears had
detected them.
And, yes, there was the faint creak of the
shutter as it opened. Again the weak drawn
out squeak as it was fastened.
Someone had entered.
The house being broken into; there
was no doubt about it.
What was she to do?
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Have they been caught ?.

Have they been caught?"
NO; they got clear away and left no trace
! behind them. They were evidently practiced
burglars. and seem to have known the house;
that is all we have found out. But we won't
think any more about it just now
But Monsieur de la Monheraye-why was
he there?" Decirna asked, dreamiy almost
overcome by the effort of speech.
Monsieur de la Monneraye!" Mary re-
peated, smiling. Monsieur de la Monneraye
there! Why, dearie, they were thieves, or
would-be thieves, you know. Drink this and
try to go to Sleep you are not strong enough
to talk yet"
But tell you it was Monsieur de la Mon
neraye," Decima declared, a little fretfully.
Il saw him. I spoke to him. You must be-
lieve me, you mustl'
"Oh, yes yes!" Mary said, soothingly,
afraid of exciting her. II forget; he heard
the whistle as he was passing, and came to
see what the matter was.'
Why did he put his hand over my mouth %
Decima persisted.
Mary used her powers of invention as best
she could and was relieved when, later on in
the day, the invalid awoke from a refreshing
sleep to ask, with something of the old de-
c;sive ring in her voice
Where Is Monsieur de la Monneraye now
Does he still come here?''
Just at present he is in Paris Rose had a
letter and a box of flowers from him this
morning He has been very kind in coming
to ask after you. He called nearly every day
THE scoundrel How dare he! What a
terrible, unspeakable man! No, Mary dear,
don't start and look frightened-Pm not
raving My voice sounds hundred miles
away to me, and hardly lift my hand,
but my brain is clear enough, and 1 repeat
to you that it was that man who chloro-
formed me. He carried a lantern, and
She described the scene.
In spite of her reason, which refused to
accept this astounding statement Mary could
not but feel impressed, and she was still more
so by Decfma's common sense reply to her
dubious and disturbed Then what ought we
to do?"
First, have new bolts and bars put to all
the windows and doors. Evidently those we
have are faulty, and it seems that our house
is worth taking some trouble to break into.
Second, unless Monsieur de la Monneraye
comes within our reach again, or the reach
of anyone we know-very unlikely!-hold our
tongues. We should only create a scandal
by exposing him, and a scandal would do us
harm, and make people lose confidence in US
would you tell Rose ?' Mary asked as she
shook up the pillows.
why do SO? She wouldn't believe you
you couldn't expect her to-"
Despite the conviction inspired by Decima's
apparent gertrude of what she said it was
but natural that Mary should still be inclined
to regard the astounding statement as one
born of a hal1ucination caused by Illness
Returning health and strength, however, in
no wise altered eDecima's story and to it she
held, unfateringly, till-but one little episode
in her own life must be told before describing
the last scene IF Roses 1.-Two off -'f-f@
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What will Rose saw"

What will Rose say?"
couple of years later John Fanshawe
asked this question of his wife as they sat
together, over tete-a -tete tea in the library
of their cosy little Mayfair house; he begin
ming to be talked of as a politician, she the
mother of a riotous boy of nine months but
as girlish as of yore and very lovely in her
dainty tea-gown; with her handsome rings
sparkling in the freight as she held up a
newspaper to again read the paragraph that
had caused her husbands question.
1T will be a shock for her, of course she
answered; especially as I shall tell her of
my experience with him, and make it clear
to her that she was merely the instrument
he used, to find out the ways of the house
hold and the bearings of the house"
Don't you think it would be kinder to saw
nothing at all about it to her? 1t is at least
bound to wound her amour propre. Why
do SOP"
Decima smiled sagaciously.
Because, to be quite candid, she has posed
as a blighted being long enough also because
1 feel convinced that her feeling for him was
and is purely sentimental-she was so young
quite child-and that it only needs some
such jerk as this to make her listen to Ar
thur Gordon, whom believe she really cares
for. He would be an excellent match for her
and if she were to marry him, we could
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CHAPTER VIII.

This happened during her convalescence
over the MUSHROOM, which she had chosen
as sitting-room till she was well enough to
take up the threads of her life again.
That time was beginning to come near,
now. and she was anticipating it one after
neon, as she lay on a couch, by the historic
window, historically open her eyes travelling
thcughtfully from earth to sky, and back
again.
Summer had gone, and the leaves were
beginning to fall, and as she looked at the
changing tints in the garden, she was think
ing sadly how emblematic the day was of her
own life.
Yesterday Elizabeth Fanshawe had left
them, her musical study, for this year, at an
end.
She had been one of Decimas most de-
voted nurses, and had said goodbye happy
in the latter's promise to come for long
stay with her as soon as she was well
enough to travel.
But to Deci1na the parting had been sad.
with the knowledge that to all intents and
purposes her friendship with Elizabeth was
over.
For she could never fulfil her promise.
Even had not her sense of duty insisted
that as soon as she was at all fit for the re-
SponSlb1lt1eS of housekeeping Mary and Rose
must have the change they needed after all
the extra work her nursing had entailed. she
could not go to John Fanshawe's home.
Sne. had not seen him since he had said
that cool Good night" after the evening of
which she had expected SO much, and which
had but shown him absorbed in his cousin
and it would be no fault of hers if she ever
saw him again
If she had been weak about him. he had
proved himself otherwise than she had
thought him. and-wel he really was not
worth troubling about. Nor anyone else. Nor
anything.
The roses and nignonettte had faded from
her life as they had from the garden. and
she didn't care
DO you feel up to a visitor?" Mary's voice
broke in on her musings.
who is t?''
t. said John Fanshawe's voice. from
behind her sister
Its owner walked into the room as he
spoke, and advanced, with outstretched hand
to her.
Il hardly know how to greet you," he said.
his voice very gentle, as he noted her Changed
az pearance You have become a heroine
since I last saw you, you know"
THE embarrassment is natural" she re
turned easily, though the sudden surprise
had brought painful rush of blood to her
thin cheeks. Il have never had the honor NJ
talking to an M. P. before. How ought r.
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Leading jewelers.

LOOKOUT for the new counterfeit
S. secret service had discovered one
of the series of 1891, check letter D i;
Bruce, register; Roberts, treasurer:
portrait, Mcpherson. The seal is
dark-red, instead of pink, and the
parallel ruling is poor, as is most
of the lathework 1t is fairly de-
ceptive photo etched, and the silk
fiber distributed through the gen
uine paper has been closely initial
ed.
LADIES do 0not forget that the
Brown Shoe Co. shoes are as nice fit
tiers as any on the market.
ONE by one the victims of the pick
pockets are coming to light. By the
time that they are all known it will
be seen that very respectable num-
Der of people have been relieved of
their coin.
AN elegant line of Misses and chill
drens wraps at Hirschman's.
MANY pleasant meeting of old
friends occurred here this week hav-
ing been brought about by the gath
ering to honor Capt. Chadwick
Friendships of quarter of century
ago were renewed and many delight
full little reunions held that could
only be appreciated by those who par
ticipated. To the scores of relatives
who met again on the scenes of their
youth where their happiest days were
spent the occasion was green spot
that will linger in memory for all
time.
SAM r. NEWMAN's restaurant and
ice cream parlor CThompson's old
stand), at the corner of Front and
Walnut streets. Better than ever.
Give him call.
THE New England Bakery opens
with every prospect of success. They
sold out completely in. the first two
days. After they get their wagongo
ing they will have even greater bust
ness than they are doing now. Give
them a cali and try their product.
PosTEN's city market is a very at
tractiye place and it does remark
able amount of business.
THE ASSOCIATION. will last u1tjl Man
day and many Of the town people Ill
take in the meetings which will bt
quite interesting.