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H "Florabel's Lover," "lone," Etc, btc. ii'd : JM ‘ - r - _ , - l __ "xv" Pffg A"? tem BIN PT.ug' N "m TN .'c'y5ry,rsr: : ci? mitf's,is)aij,'. "A valuable vein of ore has been dis covered upon land-said to belong to a Mr. Sefton-ein E---- county, California Parties having adjoining claims would Ltet.u1.e'e,.t.,isttsuu1-'la1, Mi te Was; In vain Mark had endeavored to sell it: no one could be found who would (aim the barren waste off his hands at even half the low {51:109. he had offered it at; so: in despair, tit last Mark ceased his attempts of trying' to dispose of it. and for long yezia's the strip of land was given up to neglect and riotous weeds. One day the following brief "Perso1tul" met Mark's eyes in one of the New York papers that had by chance found its way to isolated _BlacbTor Light. House: At this critical juncture a strange ‘evenrt happened that changed the cur' ment of Mark Sefton's hitherto unevent- ful life. Years before, by the death ot an older brother, Mark Sefton had be- come the possessor of a narrow strip of Mind in one of the wildest and mast rugged portions of California. Mrs. Sefton mever dreamed of the tuw buient depths of love that lay beneath the 'calm exterior ot this girl's heart. She could never forget the dark, haughty, handsome face of Rutledge Chester; waking or sleeping it was always befurc her. In the hour ot death his name would be on her lips. But Nella turned away with a fearless sob and would vouchsvafe him no an- swer. It was breaking her heart 10 watch her darling fade like a, storm-bl [st ed flower before her very eyes. She re szed something must be done, and at name. Verdie must have change of scene and gay companions to win her over tc (orgottulness. In the days that followed oven Mnrk noticed how his idolized child was tair ing. "What do you suppose is the matter with Verlie, mother?" the honest old light-house keeper asked at length. “flu lass weeps about the house like a slra. dow; she is scarcely more than a ghost of her former self. We never hear her gay laugh, like the rippling murmur of a mountain brook, about the house. She never smiles now, and more than once when I have come upon her unexpected ly. I have found her. in tears. Do you think the lass is grieving her life out at being separated from Uldene, and be. eause--imee Uldeoe married the niilion- aire's son-the never deigns to Write to m?” "It would have been better for her. if her path and Uldene's had never cross- ed.” she cried out, so 'bitterly that the old lighhhouse keeper looked up (into her face aghast. She knew that Verne would rather die than. reveal the pitiful secret that hay like a stone on her young heart. She was one of the kind who endure and suffer in silence. 'mud do you say that, wife?" he asked. The wards Wed off in a piteous sob, and the sleeper tossed restlessly to and fro on herpillow. Like one turned to stone Nella Sefton had listened. She did not cry out, even though what she had discovered “as the bitterest, most grievous shock she had ever experienced. Pressing het hand-s lightly over her heart, she gr )1)- ed her way from the room. The fail moonlight seemed to have been suddenly blotted out. and the room to have grown dark an? chill. All the long hours of the nigh she never slopt-her eyes never closed. "The pitiful secret of Yerlie's love fol the haughty, handsome man who had wedded dank-eyed Uldeue troubled he: heart sorely; and a halt mad'wish cross ed her mind that she had "never aided Mark in saving that child from the fury 6f the wild waves that never-to-be-for- gotten might in the past-to break het own child's heart in the after years. "Oh, mother, mother! I am so wewry of lite now: the future is all dark. I loved Rutledge Chester so. Lite is a living death to me without his Jove. Ul- dene, with her fatally beautiful face came between us. Oh! there was a time when 1.taleyyl, me best. I knew it. I‘fedt it-iii-pany heart. God pity me! Uldene has wpjQyed my Life!" As Mrs. Sefton bent over her, the gin-1’s lips parted in a quivering sigh, and she murmured, pathetically: No, no, they could not-they would not. Warnings were of little avail now: the nytr.1iag9ad, taken place, they was joined together for weal or woe while their lives lasted. It would be kinder by far not to reveal it to Uldene. It was past midnight when the light-house hep er's wife tuvk up her candle to seek he]: couch. All! how good it seemed to the fond mother have her darling child be- neath the old home-roof once again. As she was passing Terlie's room she paused a moment. Was, it a sobbing cry or a moan that fell upon her stttt't- led ear? She pushed the door open softly and entered. The moon's rays, clear and bright. shone through the uucurtaiued window, bathing the pretty little chamber under the eaves in a flood of silvery light. It threw a tender, subdued glow upon the slender filrure lying upon the vouch. The lovely curls were tossed about the White pillow like a glistening veil of gold, and the little white hands were clenched tightly togwther. T The question they discussed so ef11'- nestly was, should they reveal all tc Uldene or not? Why destroy the bught- mess of her gay young life by warning" her ot the doom her dying mother had foretold, and thus break the heart of the last daughter of a fated race? Long and earnestly Mark Softon and Nella tallied the matter over, sitting by their cheerful wood tire long after Ver. he had retired to rest. It was evident that Mrs. Chester had not divulged the fatal story, that dnrk' encd Urdeue's life so pitifully, to her son, or that marriage would never have: Deon solemaized--trh, never! It would have parted theur--torn than asunder :1-2 completely as though one of them lay in the grave. j They could not pardon themselves tor thair want of forethought in allowing this Fatally lovely, ill-starred young girl, who had been left so strangely in their keeping, to visit at the tutrpnificent home of the-thesters, where she would be brought in contact with the haughty, handsome son. Writ] The startling announcement of the marriage of beautiful Uldenc, over whose head such an apalling, mysterxous shadow hung, filled the old Iightiuse limpet and his wife with the greatest dismay and terror. . 31;? Cir - CHAPTER XIX. l "SHE HAS WRECJED MY LIFE." Tiub-iig "No go6d can come from loving a man so much as that," many said, nod ding their heads sagely. "Wait and see how it will emi." Uldene was happy-wildly, deli'riously bappy--but the conscience of this hair less girl was never at rest. She could see that she was very dear. to Rutledge 9mm: mam was tlttilltttl he: m‘ Praises of her peerless beauty were on every lip, and it pleased Rutledg'e's vanity to know that of the whole world she eared only for him. Uldene became the reigning belle of the gay capital Fashionable papers described her move- ments-told of the balls she attended the operas she I1eard--and people raved about her. The dark, piquant Southern face won tribate from poet and artist She was so popular in the social world that people would even delay balls and parties in order to secure her attend. 'ance. Her dream was realized. The world lay at her feet. "Ah, this was something worth living for, to be loved like this," th often thought to himself. He told himself too, that his love for golden-haired l er. lie had faded into a sweet, broken dream, and that now his [heart was in truth beautiful Uldene's, who loved him so devotedly. No one enjoyed her success or glorifr ed in her triumph more than Rutledge Chester. He saw that she cared for no admiration, but his. She never wished to attend the most briliant fetus m1'ess he was with her. No society had any eharm for her save his. At any time she was only too happy to give up a ball or party to spend a quiet evening with him. The world saw with wonder this de voted and most tmfashionable attaelr may of tlyl young bride to her husband No one could have been kinder, more considerate, more thoughtful in his treatment of his young wife, than Rut- ledge Chester was. He studied her wishes, and met them almost before she had time to declare the m. She never expressed either a hope or desire before him, but that it was at once, as far as lay in his power. gratified. Perhaps a sincere lover might not have studied her so much. ' It was the very consciousness that she had not the love of his heart which made him so entirely devoted to her, through pity's sake. That was the way their wedded life commenced. But he was only human He could not withstand the clasp of those lovely white arms around his new; the velvety cheek pressed close to his and those wondrous dark eyes gazing at him so fondly, while the rosebud lips murmured how dearly she loved hint without his heart warming toward her Uldene's great, passionate, wonderful love gradually Won from him love in s'e. rturn. In the gas, bright world, so full of “noble men, Nella hoped that her darling might, in time, overcome the fancy she (had entertained for handsome Rutlelge Chester, and learn to care for another who would make her a good and true husband. ULDENE TURNED=AND MET THE FIXED GAZE OF THE STRANGER UPON HER. We must return now to Uldene. Four months had elapsed since that weird midnight marriage. The week fol- lowing Mrs. Chester's death, Rutledge had taken Uldene away from the dew» late mansion. and it mas closed up to await the orders of the absent senator. Two months of that time Rutledge and his bride had spent abroad. Then they had returned to Washington, taking up the thread of life {Lt the gay capital. It was settled at length that they should remove to Virginia; and in the early spring they took possession of the beautiful villa that had been purchased in the suburbs of Richmond; and that was the beginning, dear reader, ot a most pitiful tragedy. C "It is not natural for a young girl to like an isolated lite," persisted her mother, smoothing back the shining golden curls from the white, lovely face, "You must take your place in the world as your father's heiress. You shall have balls and parties, couches and horses. silks and jewels-all that the feminine heart holds dear-to win you back io happiness, Yerlie," she said, wistfully. Nelda was strongly tempted to answer "Because I know your secret, my poor darling. I know that your heart is withering from unrequited love, as the tiowers wither for the want of dew," but she hold her peace. When the subject was broached to Verne the girl drew back with n, nittvr cry. Go out into the hard, cold world in which she had met him and learned to love him? Ah, no, she could never do it. "Poor, mammal" sobbed the girl, fling- ing her white arms around her mother's neck, "what makes you think I am not happy now?" These words had more weight with Mark than all she had said previously There was no saeritieo he would um have made for Yevl;ic's sake. He lost no time in writing to the ab torneys mentioned, one of whom camc- down in person in response, offering tin old lighthotrse keeper such tl fabulous price tor the bit of wild, rugged land that it fairly staggered shim. And Mark, who had fought a relcul less battle with stern poverty all his lift Jong-who had known what privatiov. and even want meant. and who ttad been worried times innumerable as to how he should make both ends meN from his slender iuctrnur-suddenly found himself a wealthy man. "I shall] never leave the old light- house, Nella," he declared. “I have spent the best years of my Ute here tending the light in the tower (hm guides the mariners on their way, "nd here I shall spend the rest. I could never live away from the sight and sound of the great, restless sea." “You forgot the duty we owe to our child," said Nella, softly. "Think what an isolated, lonely home this would In for Verlie to spend the best and bright est years of iher young life in. Thc sound of the sea, which is music to' you is horrible in its monotony to 'her. Agt prefers quiet, youth, gayety. You ask me why Verlie has changed so of late, and I answer you: She misses the brilliant life she led while visiting at the hmuc of the Charms”, ““611: faund in that strip of wild land'.' he gasped. "It can't be possible." The honest old light-house keeper held the paper off at arm's length and gazed at it in great astonishment. __ A of same, through their attorneys, Messrs Harris & Whitney, -Broadway, New York." CHAPTER XX He turned from the window, again pacing the room with hasied strides, as it to keep. pee with his thoughts. "The face is fatally like, she must be her child," he muttered, his face darkening and his eyes flashing. "I rcmember it was a girl." dL;_ CHAPTER XXI. g 15'” THE FATAL SECRET. Thus was Thursday. The stranger would not tind out the name of the beautiful girl whose face 'had attracted him until Thursday. How could he re- strain his impatience until that time? the stranger asked himself, ar he paced up and down his room in the hotel in the greatest of excitement. I "Yes, sir," said the attendant, touch- ing his cap respectfully to the liberal stranger. "Call any time after next Thursday, and I will have it for you." young lady "hs'-the dark one, 1 mean. who just entered that coupe?” he asked of one of the attendants of the academy. "I have heard the Dunne, but I cannot call it to mind just now, sir," answered the man. "She comes here to the week. ly Thursday reception. I con tell you this much, thouglr--youug as she is, she's married," "Ola, Neddy, I am 11orribly afraid of that man," gasped Uldene. "I-I don‘t know why, but I am. A premon'tiou of coming evil, seems creeping chillily over my heart. There was anything but love in the gaze that met mine; I read m the fiery eyes that looked into mine deadly hatred, such as one reads in the eyes of a relentless. bitter foe. Come, let us hurry away, and elude him in the throng." "It dida't seem to make any difference to him-my-hint that the beauty is mur- nied, and is not for him," he muttered. They moved with the dense crowd; Neddy could not resist the impulse that once possessed Lot's wife-to look back, and see what had become of the dark- brewed stranger. "Can you find out her name and ad- dress for me?" he asked, slipping a bill into the man's hand. The attendant smiled as he léoked after the tall, aristocratic figure until the stranger had vanished from sight. "Oh, Uldenel" she cried, "this is grow' ing quite romantic; he must have fallen in love with you-never dreaming a yomng girl like you could be married. He's actually following us" Neddy agreed, and they were soon on the pavement. The tall, dark-beared stranger reached the door just in dime to see the two slender figures enter their coach and drive away. "Can you tell me who that young lady is-the dark one, who just entered that coupe IP' of one of the attendants of the "I doa't know who he is, Noddy,” she said, faintly, "I do not like being stared at so rudely. Let us go---let us leave the place." gm Neddy 'artd Uldene stood by the west- ern window of the academy, watching intently a picture upon which the slating rays of sunlight fell. It represented a young and lovely girl clinging in nu agony too pitiful to be pictured by words to a cold, grey cross, that seemed to rise like a monument out of the sand. At her feet flowed a dark, turbulent sea, whose angry, white-capped waves threatened to, sweep over the supplieat- ing figure clinging so despairiugly to the cioss-tear the white arms from their clinging hold and carry her on to de- st ru c tion. Uldene gazed at the picture breath- lessly, she could not tell why. Suddenly Neddy gave her a nudge. "Dene," she whispered, shrilV, under her breath, "who is that gentleman lean- ing against the marble pillar to the right of us? For the last five minutes he has not taken his eyes off your taee." The two young girls (for Uldono was: vely girlish in spite of being a bride of four months standing) enjoyed them- stelvcs as only fun-loving girls, full of youth, spirit and vivacity, can. Each day saw them driving in the parks or boulevards, at a lawn fete or pleasure gathering. Ct But Ready. with girlish obstjnacy, whether assumed or real, would not be convinced upon this point. "A brother isn't halt as nice as a husband. You will tell me so some dny,’ declared Uldene, smiling down into the pretty, pjquant face. "Fiddlestieks!" cried Noddy, shrilly. "That's all nonsense. I don't believe a word of it. I should get tired and sick of seeing a man poking about the house forever. Now, there's brother Dick. There's always continual spurring be tween us whenever he's in the house. He's provokiugly 11ncivil. The Lord pity any girl unfortunate enough to get him." "How funny it is to imagine you any- body's wife," she cried, breatlrlessly, as she was removing her wrapping; "Why, you ca-n't bé much older than I am, are you, Uldene?” Uldone had invited Edna Temple to visit her, and, full ot delight at spend- ing a few weeks at the gay cnp'ml, Edna had come down from her country home at once. Uldeoe was especially fond of this bright, saucy, piquwnt girl. whose uc- quaintan-ce she had made through Ver- lie, who had been brought to the coun- try home of the Temple's on that me- morable winter morning she had been found lying unconscious by the roadside. "1 shall be eighteen this month," ed Uldene, 'Uud I'm sure that's enough to be ':snrbody's wife,' as quain-tly phrase it." "I don't think so," cried Noddy, tossing her curls. "l shouldn‘t like to be him] down to an" “he person. I like 150mg to bn‘Hu. mu] parties, and theatres. and "You haven't seen the right one yet." laughed Uldene. "When you do, you will sigh for that one, and that one only The whole world will be nomhing to you without him. It's plain to be soon yon'se not in love yet. Only wait till you aw.” 1tollielring Neddy--Neddy was the pet name given to Edna-kissed her friend rapturously. Her idolatrous love for Rutledge Chrpo fer was to be the sword which should slay her. ‘mvir, u new beau tor every occasion, she declared, demurely. Her life was cursed with the though, that she had taken him from Verne by doc-cit and fraud. Would not Heaven, in tux-n, punish her by taking him from hm"? "It we were ever parted. I should pray Heaven in that hour to strike me dead," sho told herself, with a great, teal-less sob. lest she should lose him H, -. - "A“. as») unuug'uLa. Wrt mg as: at. ' imam he was beautiful mil- old you With a piteous cry, poor, hapless TJI- dene, the child of cruel, sportive fate, cast herself on Iherr knees at the strang- er's feet, crying out that {the sorrow that had fallen upon her was too great to bear, and begging Heaven to let her die and end it all. "Rutledge must never know it," the subbed, in wild, piteous entreaty. "He Fou:h) turn from me in abhorrenee and lHtltiqtir m 111m me " was; An hour passed. A horrible hour that had been counted by the girl's spasmodic heart-throbs as she listened to one of the birtorest, cruelest revelations that ever fell upon human ears and broke a human heart. Long since the stranger had loosened his hqld of her, but she did not attempt to fly. She stood before him with bated breath, scarcely breathing lest she might lose a. word that fell from his lips. "Now you know all," he said calmly. "Will it be necessary for this story to be repeated to your husband, or will you quietly accept the alternative?" At length he concluded his iiovribie recital, and stood with folded arms be fore her. Quickly, and in a low, hoarse voice, he began his story-the startling revelation which was to bum its way to her brain. and cause her to cry oat to (Heaven for mercy, or death. The words he uttered hold her spell. bound. They froze the piercing cry on her lips, made her reel dizrily forward. like one about to swoon. She would have fallen but for that steellike clasp that never loosened its hold of her white arm for a single instant. "You shall judge of that later on," he said, quietly, adding, with an intense bitterness that quite t1ightentrd her: "Your mother made a 1elentless foe of me in years gone by; see that you do not do the same, for I can crush you, or save you from a fate more bitter than death, it I so will it." "You are certainly a madman," cried Uldene, iudiguvantly, struggling to free herself from the strong, steel-like clasp that held her white arm fast. "Hush!" he cried, springing forward. "Make no outcry, as you value your peace and satety--a.ve, your very life! I am no robber-no intruder; I have been searching the earth over for you tor nearly eighteen years. and I have found you-at last, Uidene." She recoiled in, anger and dismay too great for words. Who was this man who dared address her thus familiarly? What was this stranger who forced him self into these grounds to accost her? She raised her voice to eall the ser- vants to her assistance that they might "You would rue it to the day of your death, girl, it you were to summon your servants, or perhaps your husband, new-o. and they should hear whut I have to say to you. Your earns, and yours alone, must hear what I have to tell." She raised her voice to eall the ser- vants to her assistance that they might summarily eject him, but he anticipated the movement, and caught her white arm in a clasp that made her wince with pain. The moonlight lay white and silvery an the dew-steeped flowers; the night wind stirred the leaves of the roses, and their odor seemed to float around her. and enfold her. There was no sound save the twittering of the birds as they sought their nests in the poplar trees; nothing else broke io upon the sweet brooding silence of the night. And in that fatal hour. when the birds twittered, the moonlight"fell peacefully on the roses, and the light of Heaven seemed tnrrest, beautiful, hapless Ul, dene's doom tel upon her. A dark shadow fell over the scarlet blooms, looming up darkly between, her and the moonlight; and glancing up, with a low cry, she beheld a man stand- ing in the path before her. In a trash she had recognized him as the stranger she had seen in the picture gallery a few days before, and whose face, waking or sleeping, had been before her over smce. "How foolish I am to give way to nervous fears and presentments," she cried, half aloud. "1 will forgot the dark, haunting face that has made even my dreams horrible. Why should I not be happy? I have Itutledge's love, why should I not be happy, I ask myself again? I do not believe the bitterly cruel story Mark Sefton wrote to Rut- ledge's mother. I am almost eighteen, and the fate that was perdicted has not osertaket1 me-wo sword has fallen upon my head." It was not an énviable position if he were to be detected there by any of the servants. Still he was one of the coolest and most daring of men. He would be equal to the emergency. Diamonds glittered in the pretty, pink, Shellrlike cars, on the white hands, and ran like a river of glittering fire around the white, perfect throat: but they could not outshinc the glittering splendor ot the starry eyes that sought the dark night sky so wisotfully as she walked slowly along. Opening the gate noiselesgly, he enter- ed the grounds, made a circuit of them, finding himself in the beautiful flower gnrdmx at Uhe rear of the house. While he was planning a way to the furtherance of his object, fate favored him unexpectedly. He saw the side door that opened out upon a porch suddenly open, and n. slender, graceful figure emerge from it, cross the porch, and stroll down into the grounds. U11 :nn' sciously fate guided her footsteps in the very path that led to the spot where the stranger stood, well concealed by the shadows of the rose arbor It was Ulrle'ne. How wondrously It was Uldeme. How wondrously beautiful she looked in the bright glow of the moonlight. She was rubed in a du-ss ot soft, clinging, thyrcy white, with dark red roses on her breast, and roses in her dark, curling hair. "She must part from the man she has wedded, as you, before her, were parted. from your love. Yes, she must put the whole world between herself and the man she loves, it she would escape thr fatal curse of the daughters of her race. Early Thursday morning the stranger presented himself at the academy, and received the desired information. The lady's name was Mrs. Uldcno Chester, and she lives at No. __ A---- Avenue. . "Uldenel" he muttered as he turned away. "Ahl I was not mistaken, then. It is l1or child! It must be! The 111mm is not a common 0110. And her Lteei. Ah! who could not tmce a resemblance in the girl's dark, glorious face? It mud- deued me as I looked at it-set my brain and my heart on fire." "How was "p o to goin an inter, with the gir' he nskod himself, a Mood nrotimi before the ummhm diccted, am loi 'dh' ' keenly at the h Car back on the green sloping lawn a face that was seared with a story, as though it had been burned there with hot irons. There were great lines of hor- rible 1min around the restless, dark eyes which the brooding shadows mevur left. twat told of sleepless nights and wrench- ed Jays. “The eighteen years is almost up," he muttered, with a bitter imprecatinn; "and so help me Heaven, when the time is come I shall bhazon the whole story" to the world! Oh, Uldene! Uldene!" he cried, “you might have made a friend of me, but you ohose to make me your bitter-est enemy'. flow dared you alloy your child to marry, though she were as beautiful as an houril Ah! you Knew why she should not, yet you did not warn her. , a foreigner-evidently- a Prenchman--a tall; dark, hanusome man. with It proud, resolute face, which ware at all times an aspect of almost fierceness. It was o to gain an interview he asked himself, as he geforc the ummbor hr 'IR ' keenly at the house A farm hand, Thomas Donaldson, employed by Hugh Kerr, cf Morning- ton Township, was sentenced at Strat ford Assizes, last week to fifteen years in the penitentiary. He had nbtempbed a. criminal assault; upon the wife of his emnloyer. Stronger Than Oak. Boot bridges in Morocco that are used for heavy trafflo have been the subject of mach concern to the engineers. Elm planks on oak stringpieces were the ma- terials employed, bat these were out so rapidly that a. return to the old style of building was proposed. This consisted of cables made from the fiber of the aloe. These ca bles are plaited and twist- ed from fiber and are nearly two inches thick and 8 A inches wide. They are saturated with tar and firmly nailed to oak planking. The ends are fastened by iron straps. These cables make most ad- mirable footpaths. They are tn1ffioiently elastic to be pleasant under the feet, and experience has demonstrated that they are far more durable than any ma- terial heretofore applied for this pur- pose. A _ “I know of another panama hat, now worn bya physician in this city, which has had almost as long a life. Long be- fore he got it his father were it. I know dozens of them which have been in use from 10 to 20 years. The lining wears out, but the body of the hat keeps good. Of course care has to be used to keep them such a long time, but the panama itself is almost indestructible. The original cost of the hats that I refer to was not exorbitant, none of them coat- ing over $14. "-Washington Star. "The life of a. panama hat-that is, if it is a good one to start with," re- marked an admirer of that style of head- gear, "oompares somewhat with the life of the owner of it. One can run through either in a hurry or hang on for a long time if it is desired. If care- fully kept, a panama hat should last all the way from 10 to 40 years. I know a gentleman who resides in east Washington who has owned and steadi- ly worn during the summer months a panama hat for nearly 40 years. It has been bleached every couple of year! since and retrimmed and relined, and it is today to all intents and p11rp0Mys as good as when I first saw it 80 years ago. An hour later the moon, that in all its rounds has witnessed so many pltifui tragedies, was still shining, the earth My green. and still, the birds were in their nests, the flowers were asleep, the great boughs were still, and again the dark-browed stranger came slowly up the broad, pebbled, tlower-bordered path, keeping Well in the shadow ot the trees. He stood still and motionless. "She is not here," he said to himself. Almost ao hour he waited. There was 110‘sound of footsteps, no shadow of a figure. "Like her wlrlful, desperate, fatally beautiful mother, she has brought down her fate orr her own head," he said, grimly, walking swiftly up the path that Ied'to the house. l _ “For his sake, it you love him, you will go, even though it breaks your heart. You know what the future will bring to you. Oh, unfortunate daugh- ter of an unfortunate rat-e, you cannot escape your doom any more than your ancestors could, for long generations be- fore you. You dare not defy Nte. If you persist in, clinging to him, I must warn him-you can see for yourself that I must-let the consequences be what they may. I shall give you one hour to decide, Uldene, although under the circumstances you should not hesitate a moment. Uldene fell with a cry so bitter tbat, it stalntled even the sleeping birds in the, trees. The moonlight fell over her as she lay there in the long, green, dew-wet grass; the summer wind swept over her, dying away among the trees as though it knew, and could understand. that among the odorous roses a human heart was breaking and some one was praying tor the sweet boon of death to end it all. It is hardly necessary to say that there is no such tree and that the story has its origin in the dangers of travers- ing a tropical thicket, where travelers have received serious injuries from fall.. ing over vines and among thorny plants, where men are frequently attacked and killed by serpents. The devil tree is lo- cated by various story tellers in Borneo, in Sumatra and in the forest recesses of other tropical islands, and Whenever inquiry is made for it it is to be found somewhere else. --St. Louis Globe-Dem- ocrat. ”Amhour from now I shall come to this spot, and you shall toll me your decision. It you are not here, I shall go to the house,-late as the Ih-om' is, and 02111 for your husband. You know but too well what the result of that inter- view will be. I have no more to say." Without another word he tir1ruditid left her. "You forget that your mother fied with you when you were a little chill" interposed the stranger. "1 could pot find you. You say she died, just on the point of 1'evoaling,' some terrible mystery. How, then, could you have been warn- ed" Something like pity stirred the mais heart as he looked down into that bean- titrrl, :xgonized face upturned to the light of the pitying moons "Uh, how cam I part with Rutledge when I love him so?" she moaned, stretching out her white arms to the night stars. "How could I live the long yours while my life lasted, watching the summer suns and the winter snows come nudge, and know that I must see him {than dFatfi to Fnduii?i. DB, r Have: dreamed that anything like this hung over my hapless, miserable head. Oh, it would have been better it my love had died in the hour he was to have made me Iris brrde than marrird me. It was monstrous, inhuman that I did not know ---thut 1 mum not havc been warned; and, oh, tho pity of it. the pity of u.' I love him 'lt thousand times better than my poor, miserable life." The devil, dragon or octopus tree, as it is variously called in the different stories told of it, is one of those travel- ers’ myths which by dint of repetition have worked their way into public be- lief. The man eating or devil tree is, according to the story, a huge plant somewhat resembling a palm, save that the central fronds are provided with sharp teeth, which, when the leaves are folded over toward the center, grasp with a death grip the man or animal unfortunate enough to be inclosed with, in. In some of the stories this tree is also provided with long arms, which reach out and seize unwary travelers, raise their bodies in the air and drop them into the center of the circle of devouring leaves. no more? Oh, I could never do it! No, no, no, I could not!" _ (To Be Continued) The Devil Tree. A Panama Hat. W. R. WILKINSON, Dentist. Off1tye in Janzen’s Block, Berlin, over Smyth Bros'. store. Enrrgnce between Fehrenbach’s saddlery and Stuebing'g grocery : ', '. l I '. L.D.S., Toronto, '92. D.D.S.. Philadelphia, 91. SPECIALTY: Preservation of natural teeth. Including mounting tutu1ital crowns on sound roots. and the insertion of gold bridges to sup- ply the place of missing teeth withoug a plate OFFICE: Canadian 81qu Beam Phone 61 L. D. s. Royal College of Dcntal SurgeOns. D. D. s. Toronto University : '. '. t 2 '. J. A. Hilliard f t “DENTIST f ROFESSIONAL [r . . .CARDS. DISEASES on EYE AND EAR TREATED. off1tye-New residence, Albert street, Water] too. B short distance north ot the late Dr Walden's residence. DR. C. T. NCECKER, MEDALLIST OF To EONTO University, Licentiate of the Col lege of Physicians. Surgeons and Aceouoheu m Ontario. Homeopathic Physician, Dr G, IE. Bowlby treats diseases of the 11096, tltroat and ear. Toronto and wiiiiih%' “Wm “W. W. M. READE, B. A. J. A. FERGUSON, B.A Offioeg ( 31 Icing street west, Toronto. Over M. Devibt’s store, Waterlo fr (MONEY TO LOAN.) _ N. B.-ME Reade will reside in] W aterloo and be in charge ot the otf1ee u HARRIETERS AT LAW Solicitors in all the courts, Notaries and Conveyancers. Money to lend on Mortgages at lowes rates. otiicesuCourt House Ber i W. H. Bowman M.A., LL.B., Q.C., County Cr awn Attorney m n n and Clerk ot the Peao OOLQUHOUN s: MCBRIDE, _ Barristers.Solicitors,Nomrles. M. Jr.0fflee-Comer King and Erb Streets. Water. lgo, over old Post Otiitm. aMomry to loan at lowest rates ot interest. W FREDHRIGK COLQUHOUN. A. B. McBnml: - Barrister, Solicitor, Notary Public. Con, veyancer. etc. FERGUSON & READE, Barristers. S ALEX. MILLAR. Q.C. HARVEY J. SIMS, B.C.L. All branches of dentistry practised Barristers, Solicitors, Notaries, eio. V - V Jiflce: Upstairs Economical Block. King St., West, Berlin. There are cough medicines that are taken as freely as a drink of water from a dipper. They are cheap medicines. quantity does not make up for quality. It's the qual- ity that cures. There's one medi- bine that's dropped, not dipped--- Ayer's Cherry Pastoral. There's more power in drops of this remedy than in dippersful of cheap cough syrups and elixirs. It cures Brom chitis, Asthma, Group, Whooping Cough, and all Colds, Coughs, and affections of the Throat and Lungs. Telephone communication CherFy Peclml l Write to our doctor on any disease in eoniidenee. Address, Medical Department J. C. AYER co., Lowell Mass. - Coroner County of Waterloo, Otfiar.-At his residence on Erb street. Telephone communication. ps. D. B. Sc a. IE BOWLBY, Pavawmus, SURGEONS, ETD. Dr. D. S. Bowlby, Coroner for the Count (Money to loan.) offloe' Killer’s Block. Wateroo Ont. E. P. CLEMENT. 'AMES c. HAIGHT OWLBY & CLEMENT R, E VANS. 105 King Street West, Berlin, Ont. ILLAR 85 ZSIMS. H. WEBB M D., ' W. L. HILLIARD . . . WWW l? Licentiate of the College of Physicians, Surgeons and A ccoucheurs ot Ontario. Residence and off1tye on King Street. Opposite Woolen Mills . Phone 210 L. R. C. P., Ireland; M. D., C M. Trin Univ.; M. G, P. S. O. Licentiate of Medical fJouneil, Great Britain. Speci may -Diseases of Wo. men and Surgery. Calls day or night promptgly apswtreA. - A7 DR. McLEAN, MEWS The mew tHfwijitriAi Efook, Conestogo. Office and Resiileneo-John street BifriiiaGsrgoricitoris, Notaries MEDICAL. DENTAL] 0PM LEGAL. “um/um, uumu'u-JB ‘Conyeyancers, etc. Such as Oil Painting, Paper Hangin , Kslssomining, Tint ng, am, nea. 1y 2t'lfl'Q Church Decorating a speeialty. Adda“ can: at H. Niergmh, Waterlu . Teacher ot Piano and Organ PUPIL of A, S. Vogt of ttMyToronto Constr- vatory of Music, late of [missianermany Pupils prepaxjed for the tlrat an second year’s examinations 1n Piano at ,the Toronto' Con- servatory of Music. EMIL F. BRAUN ' . House and Sign Painter. Residence, MGriiiiiiiitri'U1 ifstGdiiGtE," Gff E?" - tigmrtss tor tiny style of work either g Gal-Jill: or marble. Firs classjwork guaranteed. Brb Street, opposite Market, WATERLOO MISS ANNA R. BEAN l 1rM%Mt Granite and Marble Works. Will visit Elmira DunKe’e Block, the second Thursday and Friday and fourth Thursday mi- gridlay of (inch month (Thursday 1 pan. to 1rd ay .p.m. ODONTUN DER. For the painless Extraction of tooth The toffltm will he closed every Friday After- noon from May lat to November lat, Waterloo King St. Waterloo. ”Fancy Bread, Bums, Rolls, and Funoy Cakes always on hand. pifice in the Oddfellow’s Block. Waterloo, Ont. First-class rigs and good reliable horses. Two and three seated carriages alwaysin readiness. All calls promptly attended to and charges moderate. Office and Livery in rear of a Zimmerman House. Entrance on King street. next to Fischer’s butcher shop. House and Sign Painter n Land Surveyor, Civi Engineer and Ortrughtsman, Graduate of the Ontario School of Practical Science, and late assistant to thtt York T'p Engineer on the construction of Pub. ic Works and the sub-division at lands in the uburbs of Toronto. Oftiet3-. Court House. Berlin. Sanderson's Bakery. IF you have lost a loved one and desire to erect: a 1tgi,nt tribute of aeeotion to ttte memory of the aparted one. LIVERY AND EXCHANGE STABLES' GEO. SUGGITT, Propnemr. All kinds of conveyances constanhly on hand. Charges moderate. Stables in rear of the Com manna} Hotel. Waterloo. BUCKBERROUGH & CO. Firth Accident and Life Insurance Agents, representmg the best Stock and Mutual Com- panies doing business in this Province} Geiger Vehicle Oiler Pat. '96. It's giving good satisfaction. BRESLAU CARRIAGE WORKS Brealau, . Ont. Fred G. Hughes D.D.S IIello There! NIMON SNYDER, D Issuer o Man-15%: Licenses. otflaF-At his Drug More, W3 r100. Kindly favor us with a call and we shall be Maw, Pc1htWIey1ryyfiPyyts 3119 Mans ttt .- Opposite the Market square. An easy shave, a. stylish hair out, th tity sea. cam, an exhilirating shampoon. La tttf and hildren a hair oat, I'OHN L WIDEMAN. Issuer of Mam-13.59 Licenses. oitiee-,Post 011109. St mea. Ont. John Streb 9’s, Charles N. Rockel tOEHLMAN’S BARBER SHOP. Livery, Sale and Exchange Stables. Btrormmaom9, 'ERBEBT __ J. BOWMAN PBOYINUIAI; SHAEFER BROS. W. A. KUMPF, VETERINARY SURGEuz Office over J llffeimatm't Store ;erloo - Ontario. Cheap Harness WELLS L. D. B., o. W WELLS, D. D. B., J. W. HAGEY MISCELLAN EOUS NowiIs Tm; Tm: Iron DENTIST T9FitiTTE?TEyir?.. DECORATOR. wan-loo. out. LIVERIES. an. Wm BANG GEO. A, BRUCE. I:WA.TERL00 Dawns“, WATIRLOO- and Paper Hanger - Ontario Albert Bt, 31% 5vtii,