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BETRAYED; ] OR A DARK MARRIAGE MORN. A Romance of Love, Intrigue and Crime. BY MRS. ALICE P. CARRISTON. CHAPTER V. IN PURSUIT. The muffled figure that bad disappeared in the darkness slowly returned and once more stood, with an air of irresolution, in front of the house. A light in the basement attracted her attention. After an instant's hesitation and a hasty glance about ber she entered the gate and knocked on the window. The servant girl came forward, and pressing her face against the glass, peered out at her cur.ously. The woman made an eager gesture, indicating that she desired to speak with liflr Gramblingly the girl left the window, and a moment later opened the door. The stranger 6tepped into the entry, and qnietly removed the shawl in which ehe had been muffled. The servant gazed npon the face now fully revealed, with a look of unequalified astonishment. The strnnger's hand quickly sought her pocket and then was extended toward the ?uilele88 daughter of Erin. "I am making yon sorae little trouble," she said; "please oblige me by taking this." "Bless ye for a perfect lndy, ae ye air," buret out Bridget. "Snro, thin, I can't find it in me heart to take?well, well, if you will have it fo?an' phat can I do for re now. darlint?" "Do you know the gentleman -who left this house only a moment ago? Please tell me that?" "Kuow him, is it? I do, thin, an' phat's more, it's no pood avhim I know." "There is a young lady here, whom he calls to see, is there not?" "There is." , "Is?is she very pretty?" "She's purty enough, Bure." Then seeing an indescribable look of pain, or annoyance on the other's face, she hastened to add, in a soothing tone: "But, darlint, not half so purty as yer own ewaleself." "Has he been coming here often to Bee her?" asked the stranger, hesitatingly. "Often, is it? Sure, thin, it's wearin' out the carpets, he is. wid his comin's an' bis goin's. 'Why, till widin a wake or so, he's beep comin'* almost ivery night, to say nothin' about Sundays." "But the lady's brother is his friend. Might he not come to see him?" "Och! I say frind to ye. Phat was he here to-night for, tbiu, wid niver a solitary soul in the house, ban-in' the girl herself ap there, an' me down here? It - * i.a i. T? wasn't tue oroiner ne wanieu iu see, ? m thinkin'." "And so she is all alone?" "She is, an' she's hardly been out of her rooms these three days, but has kept by herself up there a-cryin' av her eyes ont, so she has. Bnt snte, miss, it's Bick ye air. Och, hone, en' phat's the matter? God send the spalpeen av a man is nothin' to ye." "No, no,"gasped the poor creatnre, "he's nothing to me. He was my husband? for an hour, but?oh, God! that I might die." "Yer husband! Luk at that now!" exclaimed Bridget, with an expression of blank amazement on her face. Then a feeling of pity seizing her, she quickly added: "Sit down here, darlint, 6it down, I say. Here, take this glass of wather. ' Pilat in the wurrald can I do for ye, Bay?" "If I might trouble yon to get me a carriage," poor Mildred murmured. "Throuble, is it? I'll have a carriage Here for ye in leBS than no time," and snatching up a chcap but gaudv shawl, wnich she threw over her head, the girl hurried from tne House, conscience-smuten not a little, jet not well seeing how ehe could retract any of the absurd statements Bhe had made. She was nearly as good as her word in the matter of time, however, for three minutes had scarcely elapsed when a cairiagewas in waiting before the door, and, lifter refusing a further offer from poor Mildred, the contrite girl helped her in. and saw it roll swiftly away. "T.nV fit that now." she muttered to her self. "What divilmeut there iB in the I wurruld. Who cud belave that wid soswate \ a face she cnrried so snd n heaTt? Sure, I wish 1 hadn't thold her all I did; but the I mane spnlpeeu av a man, he niver gave me ther worth av a tint, an' I as good as j axin' him, too." Thus quieting her conscience, Bridget returned to her kitcheD, while tbe carriage containing the broken-hearted Mildred sped onward toward Forty-second btreet. Meanwhile, Eugene Cleveland hod re- i turned to the Veruon house, and, after letting himself in by the same way he had UiUUU lilb exit, UUC51CUCU i;|7ouuio, to gain his wife's room unobserved. But he was not to be so fortunate. As he was passing through the muin hall, Mrs. Vernon herself suddenly chirted from the back pailor, and, seizing him eagerly by the arm, exclaimed, in a voice quite loud enough to attract the attention of all in the adjoining rooms: "Where in the world have you been for the last half-hour or more, Mr. Cleveland, and, iu mercy's name, what has taken your wife away?" "My wife?" "Yes, indeed. It seems to me you both Jeft us very unceremoniously." "Mildred is not here then? You mean to tell me that she ib gone?" "Certainly; that is exactly what I say. I missed ber suddenly, and, having some tiling 1 wisnea very mucn 10 sj eas to nei | about, I hunted for her high and low.' But it was all of no use; she was gone; and at last I noticed that her hat and shawl were gone, too." A feeling of unutterable dread?of terror entered the bridegroom's he irt, and he looked arouud him almost, helnlesslv. At tins moment one of the gentlemen who had helped to form the group that had cathered about Eugene and his wife at the momant the forged note had been I handed to him stepped forward, and said: "It so happened, Mr. Cleveland, that I particularly no iced jour wife after your own somewhat abrupt withdrawal, and J am able to tell you this much: She remained with her guests for about twenty minutes after you received the note which called you away, nppearing all the tinio as though she were ill at ease. At length she stepped into the hall, and seemed to hee;tate whether to go up-stairs or to return to the parlors. Just then the bell rang, and another note was handed in. "It was for her. She took it, and almost immediately retired to her ow? chamber. A few moments later she has? tily descended the stairs, with hat and j ?!"?1 ?nd rmioflv lpft, the hOUSe." I PXlfkVTl V?U, HUM ^ ?v*>j "Why did you not tell me all this before, Mr. Henley?" asked Mrs. Vernon, somewhat severely. "It was my impression that her husband had privately sentfor her," answered the guest; "and,I thought, therefore, under the circumstances, it was best to keep \u et. I see now I was in orror." " A persistent enemy is working against us," exclaimed Eugene, bitterly. "Not a moment is to be lost. She must be found at once, or it will be too late!" He had a singular premonition that pome one. ho knew not who. was concpirmg against his happiness; and he ieI caTied ror a second a strange scene of a few days ago. "What mean yon?" demanded Mildred's annt, in a territied voice. "I mean," answered the unhappy bridegroom, "that the note which took me away from here half an hour since was a base and cruel forgery, and it was done in order to get me out of the way, so that mv TrifA minht he enticed from this "J " ? - - house. JLet me go to her room for a mo~ment." And, taking three steps at a time, he bounded up the staircase. On reaching Mildred's room, he looked eagerly about the floor. No note was there. Mildred had found it?he was satisfied of that now?and he shuddered to think what the result might be. He sank heavily into a chair, fie was almost discouraged. He could hardly control his thoughts for a moment. At length the image of hi* young and broken-hearted wife, wandering about the | almost ciesertea streets in me aarniiess ui tbe night, rose up before him, and he started to his feet with the fixed purpose of finding her. Where could she have gone? He had hardly framed the question in his mind when the answer was sugggested to him: "Why, to Meta's, to be sure." And once more he rushed '"jwn the stairway. The guests had been gradually dropping off. They had seen "that their presence was becoming embairassing, and bo had the good senBe to retire. Now n few only remained. "I think I know where she has pone, Mrs. Yernon," Eugene said, eageriy, "ana I will go there at once and see if I am righi. I sball'be back very Boon; 60, if she should return in my absence, please keep her here. Tell her not to leave the bouse again on any account." "You may be sure I shall do so," said the lady, emphatically. "Have you a carriage, Mr. Cleveland?" asked Mr. Henley, who was one of the few remaining, now stepping forward. I "I have not," answered iiugene. "I dismissed the one I bad at the door." "Then take mine, by all means. It is waiting without." "A thousand thanks. I will gladly avail myself of your kind permission." "Do so; and if I can be of the slightest ' service " "Xo, no; I think not; and yet, m.- mind is in 6uch a whirl, I ought to have some one with me; and you, beiug cooler, wight be able to give me a word of advice when I most reed it. Yes, if you are willing, I shall be glad to have your 1 nnmnnnr n i fVUiJ/u-J. "Then come;" and the two left the hone* together. CHAPTER VI. IN THE SHADOW OF DEATH. As the carriage containingthe unhappy bride whirled swiftly onward toward Forty-second street, Mildred sat bolt upright on the back seat, her hands clasped in her lap, her lips tightly compressed, and her eyes fixed and staring before her, bnt seeing nothing. OVa wakaUf ooi/1 in orou'or fn tV?A kjno UUU UiCXUlJ OU1U, AM* UUU < V* ?w ?-? hackman's careless "Where to, miss?" "The Grand Central Depot," and then had sunk into a state of Apathy, from which she was at length aroused by the stopping of the carriage, the opening of the aoor, and the waiting driver's business-like "Here yon are, miss." She accepted his proffered assistance, and, as she stood upon the sidewalk, hastily took out her portmonnaie and dismissed him with a liberal fee. Then, after a hasty glance around, she went into the waiting-room by the ladies' entrance. The window of the ticket office was open. She hurried toward it. - wnen aoes toe next tram mat ut Riverside leave here, if you please, sir?" she asked, in a low nnd trembling voice. "Eleven thirty-five," answered the ticket ageut, glibly. "Oh! so* late? Is there none before that?" The distress and bitter disappointment, made plainly manifest by the tone in which tfce words were ottered, fixed the agent's attention, and, being hnman, he tpub affprtflfl. "No, miss," he said, not rnkindlr, "the train yon should have taken has been gone some little time. "There is no other that stops at Riverside UDtil eleven thirty-five, but tbe ninethirty train, which will leave very soon now, stops at Cos Cob, and that, yon know, is only just across the river." "Oh. thank yoa, sir; I will take a ticket to Cos Cob," and having secured it she seated herself in an obscure corner to wait until the door should be opened and she should be permitted to take her seat in the cars. r rom me very rnumout olio uou up. i scended from the c?rriage, by that mys- ' terious intuitive feeling wJbich, in a greater or lees degree we all posseBs, she had been made puinfully awnre, without seeing any one, that she was being closely watched. Now, for the first time, she mastered courage and looked about her. All at once her eyes rested upon a man at no great dist. nee from her. He was leaning, in a studied attitude. nfto,"or thtf hncra tinto/1 nn m r? c and his gaze?indeed, his whole attention ?seemed fixed upon herself. Mildred shuddered, why. she knew not. She hid never seen this man before, and there was nothing about him to suggest that he was in any marked degree different from other men; and yet hei pure womanly instincts made her shrink liom his gaze. Minute after minute passed, and still he stood there, with eyes, apparently, foj nothing but her face. At length the gong Founded, the dooi was thrown open, and a loud voice called out: "Nice-thirty! Now Haven way," and with a feeling of intense lelief Mildred rose and hurried forward. For one instant Bhe was stopped at the door while she showed her ticket, and tben, after being directed to her train, she hastened onward. At last see nau lounu tne ngnt car and eecnrea a seat. Tne one directly in front of her was not occupied. In that next forward was a middle-aged lady and a beautiful young girl. "About my own age," thought Mildred, "and, indeed looks very much like me. "I wonder wboehe can be? Oh! I hope hers will be a far happier lot than mine." Then, as she sank back into a corner by the window: "She has her mother with her! Oh! if x tau vuij acovsu uij uurnv uuu wuivn ui \ self into my mother's arms, beloro Eo ?eae tinds me. I shall be so " And then she stopped short, and a thrill of teiror shot through her being, and almost made her heart stand still. There, directly opposite, sat 'the very man who had watched her persistently in the waiting-room, and now, as then, his eyes were nxeu sieauiasuv upon ner. The eight of this person made her forget for a t me thnt Eugene might surmise 6be would hasten at once to her mother; nnd it was not until after the train had started, that 6he wondered if he were aboard, and, curiously euough, if, in case this wretch continued to persecute hei with hiB attentions and should offer her further insult, he would defend her. On and on flew the train. Faster and faster it sped away in the darkness. Station after station waB passed so quickly that they seemed almost close together rather than miles apart. At ! length Port Chester was oassed. The next station would be Greenwich, aud Cben Co* Cob. Mildred was thinking what she would do in case the obtrusive 6transer should leave the train at the some time with her self, when all at once a fihrill whistle broke on her ear, then came hu appalling cry from far ahead, and the next moment the car she was in seemed to shrink uj> inlo nothipgnofp, Forone moment she retained her fa ulties, and in that moment she saw a timber fall and crush in the head of the I eautifjjl fcul in fronl o.f ber..Bho saw the mother I sink prostrate by tier dead daughter s side, she Baw a horrible look of abject terror [ settle on the face of the etranger, and then phe saw no more. ! When she once more woke to consciousness she wrs king on the ground, surrounded on every hund by the deud and dying. On the trnck above was a waning irain, evidently tut juet arrived. At the foot of the embankment, down which they had pluDged, was the wreck of the doomed cnrs, now burning fiercely. Mildred raised herself on her left elbow and looked about her. By the light of the burning cars 6he could readily distinguish objects, and at no great distance 6he saw a form which i ? iv.i -a ?i ! she at once Knew 10 oo mm ui iuo muu? of the young girl who had sat in front ol her A little farther away, horribly burned, was what she felt rather than knew to be all that was left of the girl herself. Something moist trickling down hei face and a terrible pain in her head, made her essay to raiso her right hand. The attempt was a failure, and then she knew that her right arm was broken. At that moment she saw coming toward her, with conciliatory look and fawning I manners, the detested stranger. He I had something in his hand. It looked ? ?J i 1? like ner own nut, ami, luiuiumuiuj, duo attempted to put out her hand to take it. The effort caused a spasm of pain; a fainfness seized her, her head whirled, aud she fell back unconscious. "Good!" exclaimed the stranger, in a tone of satisfaction, and hastened to where the dead ftirl lay, after crushing the hat he carried a little more?it wui pretty well crushed already. In a few ininuteR he returned, accom? Danied by a strong-limbed man, evidently a farmer. "This is my poor dnrling,"he said, Jointing to Mildred. "Take her up^ently, fear she is ladly injured. Cany her to your house, and have the carriage ready as speedily as possible. I will join you presently. I wish to do what I can for one or two of these poor sufferers. Ah! how thankful I ought to be that God's great mercy spared me while so many were hurried into eternity." The young farmer muttered something not overcomplimentary to tne management of the railway, and raising Mildred as tenderly in his arms as a woman might, bore her away. The fearful 6cene was alive with men. and even women, hastening from one group to another, and doing nil in their power to alleviate the sufferings of the wounded. Being thus occupied, these good Samaritans had little time for anything else, and so the scheming stranger passed unnoticed. "Now, then," he muttered, as his late companion disappeared w.th his unconscious burden, "what I have to do mnst be done quickly," and once apr roaching the body of the youDg girl, he bent over it and scrutinized it closely. "V/i oViq riAvnr h? reCOCTlized in tbe world," he muttered half aloud. "Her hair, what little there is left, is the Bame color as the other's. Her drees and outer garments are all burned. Her hat I have disposed of, and this one shall take its place. Now, then, if, as I suspect, Mr. Eugene Cleveland was on that train that just came up, I'm ready for him," and raising himself, he was about to walk away, when he saw a group of three 01 lour men, one 01 mem carrying a iuwoiu, coming toward him. "Luck favors me!" he exclflimedinhigb glee. "Here comes the young husband, sure enouzh, and the conductor is witb him." "If she was aboard the train after oui last Eton., she must be oif here somewnere," the conauutui <i?s a?ijiug. < ? have looked everywhere else." "Ah, here are ufew." he suddenly added "This poor woman, I remember her dis'( tinctl;. She was seated near the young wan chfi flrtH n IUUJ JWU ?-v ??? "Great God! con this be *he?can thit be Mildred?" suddenly broke in Eugene, as be stood before the remains of the unfortunate vounfi girl, who, in life, had 8< closely lesemblud his bride. "I think not?I hope not." hastily exclaimed his friend, at the Bame time endeavoring to turn him away. But an object lying close by hadcaughl Eugene's attention. " That's ber hat," be cried out. "I knon it. Yes, this poor, disfigured body musl be all that is left of my once beautiful Mildred. God lielp me; tow can I eve! bear it?" "Ah!" suddenly exclaimed the con. ductor, turning upon the stranger; "yo* were m the same car, and near these peo pie. Do you know who this was?" "Don't know her nnme." responded th< man, glibly. " She was a; young ladj traveling by herself. Sat in the seal directly opposite the one I occupied. J noticed her in the waiting-room of thi Grand Central Depot. She seemed to b< in trouble; wanted to tnke a ticket tc t> i j ? 1 /% tnlra at>a In P ao PrtV\ ' JLVI V ?;i D1UO, uau < \J baao vuw ?. v v/w. "Alas! all hope is now gone. It is. indeed, my poor Mildred," and Engern bent over tbe form of his supposed wife. The straDger having accomplished his object, hastened uway. Soon he at rive J at a farm house, and to his great reliel saw a carriage waiting before the door. He hurried in. "We'll start at once," he said, addressing the farmer, whom he met in the hall. And then he entered the room where Mil. I dred was lying uhon the lounge. "Mister," said a woman, coming in jusl as he was raising the unconscious girl in v i-n - 4-^ ? He mgui ou iLiu uurrn'io auwucuw uuu passed. The new day had come, with its heavy burden of can s and sorrows and pains. The day, too, wore away, the shadows of another night fell, and deepened more and more the gloom that pervaded the ' rich bnt spirit-depreesing library ol the Hod. Sberwood Elliston. Presently the door opened, and a woman stood upon the threshold of the room. A glance into the apartment cuused a frown to settle on her glorious brow. The servant had neglected to light the study lamp. She took a step forward and touched ttoe bell. A root-man appeared wun Burpri&ini; celeritv. "A light," she said, pointing to the argnnd burner, and then 6auk vearily into the great easy chair that some time before had been occupied by her husbund'e nephew. The lamp waR lighted, the poicslnin shade properly adjusted, and the servant retired. Ihen Cora Elliston turned eagerly to the evening paper she held in her hand. It did not take her long to find the heading sho was in search of. "ANOTHER HORRIBLE RAILWAY ACCIDENT! "a regular 'jrain runs into a special, is telescoped, thrown down an embankment and take8 fire! *Twenty-three PaHHevgers Killed and ' Burned! As Manv Moit Wounded! . nib arms, ? ieu juu a uunui uugu. Bee that poor child at once; her head is badly injured, and her right arm broken." "A Burgeon, and as good a one as thero is in this country, will nee her in less than half an hour, of that you may be sure," said the man, warmly, and as the somewhat mollified housewife stepped out of the wuy, he carried Mildred to the carriage. He bad tak?n his eeat by the Bids of bis unconscious companion, and the hor?es had just statted, when two men slowly approached bearing a body between them, while two more followed after. One of these last looked tip for an instant, and his eyes rested on the form of the unconscious yoong woman. The next moment the carriage had pnssed nnd was gone, nnd Eugene Cleveland knew not how very near be h *d been to thwarting the black scheme of those who-=e purpose it was to wreck hiB life's happiness. CHAPTEK VII. THE PRIVATE SECRETARY. _ t_ i _ r i : i.l V.J [ "A Complete List of the Victims.* | It was this list that fixed the ladv's at| tention, and eagerly she scanned the numep. Yes, it was there! I "Mildred L. Cleveland, wife of Engene I Cleveland." Dead! Ahl that wns more than she had hoped for. That was almost too good to be true. Where was Oscar Slyme? How dare he stay away so long, when he must know she was dying to learn exactly what had happened? Once more she looked at the heading, and tiien slowly ana careiuuy reaa me article through from beginning to end. "If there is no mistake?if the girl is I really dead, nothing could have happened better," 6he murmured. "Luck will have nlayed into my hands wonderfully; bat " A discreet knock at the door attracted attention. "Come in," she called eagerly, and the stranger of the Grand Central depot, of the train, and of tbe scene of the accident, slid, rather than walked, into the room. Oscar Slvme was the private secretary of the Hon. Sherwood Elliston. He wa's a man of, it may be, thirty-five years of age. He had been called handsome, and by some even distinguished-looking, and, perhaps, in a certain degree, he was so. He, at least, believed in his own good looks, and secretly flattered himself on a certain resemoiauuu m wc uu^unt ucmuuage whose secretary he was. Partly from nature, and partly from the constant imitation to which he submitted himself, this idea had some foundation, for he resembled the stately Mr. Elliston as much as a vulgar man can resemble one of high polish. He was the son of a small manufacturer in Connecticut; had received from his father an honestly acquired fortune, and had dissipated it in the various enter* prises of his adventurous life. The influence of his college, however, | obtained for him a place in the Department of State at Washington. He left it to come to New York and study law; "'.oo/i Viimoalf with an attorney: attemDt- I od literature without nuccess; gambled at one of the most fashionable dens, and lost there. He had successfully knocked with feverish hand at all the doors of fortune, and none had opened to him, because, thongh his ambition was great, his capacity was limited. The subordinate positions, for which alone he was fit, he did not want. Be would have mnde a very good schoolmaster. He nighed to be a poet. He would have been a respectable village rector. He pined to be a bishop. t aanro. IUIUU JUi OAWUiieuv f/AAVOW BWV.v tary, he aspired to be a member of the President's Cabinet. In fine, be wished to be a great man, and consequently wa? a failnre as a little one. Bnt he mnde himself a hypocrite; and that he found much easier, fie fortified himself on the one hand by fraternizing with the free-thinkers of the Ingersoll school: on the other, by joining the orthodox people of a certain very religious community. By these influences he contrived to seoure the secretarysJtiip to the Hon. Sherwood Elliston, who, in his efforts to bring about bis election to the United States Senate, needed the services of a person possessing certain qualifications, and in his general contempt of the human species he judged Sly me would answer his purpose quite as well as another. Now, as doubtless the reader understands, Sherwood Elliston was anything bat wbat is called a really good man; hence, familiarity with him was morally, fearfullv prejudicial to the secretary. Jt hud, it is true, the effect of stripping off his devout mask, which he seldom put on before his employer, bnt it terribly increased in venom the depravity which disappointment and wounded pride had secreted in his ulcerated heart. Of course Mr. Elliston never took the trouble to demoralize Jais secretary; but contact, intimacy and example sufficed to do this. A secretary is always more or less a confidant. He divines that which is not revealed to him, and Slvme conld not be long in discovering that bis employer's success in life did not arise, in morals, from too much principle?in poKtics, ~ /v# AAnvi/ifmn in Vtnaincoo I 1 J VLL1 CAl/ODO U1 VUUUVHVU <VMO*MWOQ| from a mania for scruples! l^o PE CONJTVL'KTXI Half Way to the Moon. The various Governments of the world own together 880 cables, hrring a total leosrth of 14.480 mile3 and containing 21,569 miles of conductors. The French Government, which take? the lead as to length of cables, has 3460 miles in fiftyfour cables. As to number the Nor* wegian Government comes first with 255 cables, having a total length of 248 miles. Finally, as to the length of conductors, the English Government comes tirst with 5468 miles of conductors, divided among 115 cables, having a total length of 15SS miles. Private compauies to the number of twenty-eight own 288 cable9, having a length of 126,864 miles and containing 127,632 miles of conductors. The French companies, only two in number, the Campagnie Francaisedu Tc!e^raphe de Paris a New York, and the Societe Francaise de3 Teiegraphes Sous-Marins, have eighteen cables, with a total leagth of 7249 nautical mile3. The most important of the private companies is the Eastern Telegraph Company, which operates seventy-five cables, with a total length of 25,347 miles. The total number of cables in the world is 1168, with a total length of 140.344 miles, ana I4y,i?s nines 01 i conductors. This is not. sufficient to I reach to the moon, but would extend more than half way there.?Electrical World. Another Eiffel Tower. The projectors of the London Eiffel tower have mads very little noise that has reached this side of the water, but the enterprise is j<oinft steadily forward for all that.' The four enormous blocks of concrete that are to serve as foundations are already in place. The tower will stand in the middle of a plot of 230 * i -1- ?-' 1 a ua.?a..p_ i acres, in toe neigouuruuuu ui nonunon-the-Hill, one of the most delightful of Londoa suburbs, where oruameatal grounds will be laid out and line country villas crec:ed. Special features will be a gigantic restaurant, a theater, Turkish baths on a gigantic scale, fine shop? and winter gardens. There will be a miniature river, a large lake for boating purposes, and an abundance of lawn and woodland. The whole will be put in close and speedy communication with the metropolis by means of new lines of railroad. The to.ver itself will be 25J feet higher than its Parisian prototype. Color of Eyes in the Sexes. A physiological observer has corue to the conclusion that women have a larger proportion of browu eyes than men. He also finds that the color in the eyes of nhildrnn rlnna nnfc hefiOine fired UQtil they have at rived at the a^e of tea years. It has been pointed out by another investigator thai when both parents have eyes of the same tint the chances are forty to four that the eyes of the children will develop the same color as they grow up, and then when the parents have eye? of different colors the chance3 are fifty- I five to .forty-live in favor of brown as j against blue or gray eyes in thbir off- I spring.?Argoa-iut. < THE BORDEN CASE. i HISTORY OF AN KXTRAOIiDI NARY DOUBLE TRAGEDY. The Murder ot Mr. and Mrs. Borden at Fall Kiver, Mas?.?Why Suspicion Attached to the Arrested JLizzie Borden. The double murder of Andrew J. Borden and his wife at Full River, Mass., 1 * ? 1 ?oo ;?> on me srn 01 August, cuiuiuuuu^ ? i? did in the arrest of his youngest daughter, Lizzie Borden, has been one of the most extraordinary and mysterious criminal episodes of the century. The circumstances surrounding the assassination of Borden and his wife, who was Lizzie's stepmother, were such as to astound those who would pounce, offhand, upon a motive. Borden was rich and pious, aged seventy-sir years, a man whose probity was equal to his thrift. He bad not led a public life, he had no known enemy who it could be conjectured would go to the extent ot killing I him, much less his wife, and when the mutilated bodies of the couple were discovered, in their own house, shortly before noon on August 4, the police and the public were utterly at a loss for a motive, and in the intense excitement that overwhelmed the community they turned to one another in helpless astonishment and horror. i ue uoay 01 xsoraea was iouuu uu a velvet sofa in the parlor of the house. His head had been literally hacked to pieces. There were seven long gashes ! on hi3 face and skull, some of them an inch and a half deep through the flesh and bone. In the "spare" bed c'nambei on the senoDd floor was discovered the body of Mrs. Borden, who "was sixtyseven years old. There was at first no sight of blood and the momentary supposition was that heart failure had occurred. Mrs. Boruen was lying prone on the floor on her face with her arms outstretched and the toes of her shoes restng on the c arpet. On raising the body there was seen a pool of blood, and an THE EORDEN HOMESTEAD WHERE 1 examination disclosed the fact that death j had been caused, as iu the ease of the j " x J it - 1 nusDana, dv reptarea diows 01 some heavy sharp instrument on the face, neck i and bead. In the case of both there was i found a deep cut it\to the brain. A circumstance, which was not at once observed, but which was afterward noticed and put down as a clue, was the : remarkable absence of blood from the 1 numerous wounds on both bodies. It was as if the life current bad been re- i tarded and partly congealed from other causes before the murderous blows were struck. A slight survey served to make it equally plain that the murders were both committed unexpectedly so far as the victims were concerned. Borden's body was reclining on the lounge, the legs were resting easily an the floor, the left arm lay on the hip, the right wa9 folded across the breast, the eyes were closed and the features were unmarked by any expression of surprise 01 apprehension. The attitude was one of repose. The features of Mrs. Borden were not drawn end there was absolutely no evidence of a struggle. There were, so far as yet known, but two persons other than Borden and his wife on the premises when the murders were committed. These were Bridget Sullivan, a domestic, and L;zzie Borden, the youngest of the two daughters. The older daughter was visiting in another town. The first alarm was given by Lizzie Borden, who ran out into the yard and called for help. A neighbor responded and -he police were telephoned for. When they arrived they were told the following story: The elder daughter had been visiting for gome time in Fair Haven. At 8 o'clock that morning Mrs. Borden received a note asking her to call on a friend who was ill. She left the house and shortly after her husband followed and went to the bank, of which he was a director. He returned about 10:30 o'clock and reclined on tnc soia in me parlor for a doze. Bridget Sullivan, . who had been working in the kitchen, passed through the parlor shortly after his return and asked him how he felt. < The reason for this question was explained to the police. The whole family : had been slightly ill for a day or two, and Dr. Bowen, the attending physician, had given it as his suggestion that they had been poisoned. Mr. Borden told Bridget that he wa9 feeliug all right, and she went up to the third floor and washed ^ 1- -. xin/^Anra me ^juuuuot y*\ J f MBS. ABBIH D. BORDER, FIRST VICTIM. According to Lizzie Borden she slept late that morniug, and did not get up until Mrs. Borden bad gone out, as she ."-vv.-'-".. ' . / thought, in response to the note from the neighbor. On going down stairs Lizzie passed through the parlor and saw and spoke to her father. Supposing her mother was out, she went into the yard AXDBEW J. BORDEN, SECOND VICTIM. and entered the barn in search of a piece of lead, from which to cut "sinkers" for ? ?V?A Avna/tforl OArtn fA tt liSUJU^ CAUUI SlUU OUC CApcUbWU owwu wv make to Marion to join some Sundayschool friends who were already sojourning there. While in the bam. she heard a cry of distress coming apparently from the house. Rushing in, she found her father dead on the sofa. She called Bridget and they gave an alarm. Then they searched upstairs for Mrs. Borden and found her as described. The door of the spare room, the police were told, was closed. Such was the story as related to the police by Lizzie Borden and the servant. onH it fnrm"cV>pr? nn pIiipq nn tn work. A search ot the house revealed a hatchet which bore traces of blood, a bundle of bloody rags under a bucket in the cellar and two spots of blood on a white skirt hanging in a closet in Lizzie's room. This skirt would hardly stand as evidence, however, unless it could be rHK MURDERS WERE COMMITTED. proven that Lizzie wore it wlna she killed the stepmother, but removed it k?(? ? *ma/1a fliA noomiH n i tKo aM UCIUIC sue UiaUb bug (K04UIw va ?uw u?v? maD. She did not have time to change any of her clothing between the time Mr. Borden wa9 killed and the time when she call Bridget Sullivan. There was absolutely no stain of blood on Lizzie's hands or clothing when the officers took possession of the house. The first theory of the police was that a murderer familiar with the place had concealed himself in the house and bad taken desperate chances for the plunder ' that might be at hand. This view was relinquished woen it was touna tnac nothing had been taken. The police est turner1 their attention to the theory that the murders were a family matter and had grown out of the efforts of one of the girls to sccure a half interest in the estate, valued at $500,000. At the outset there were several false clues on which the police worked, several parties being arrested on suspicion, but each one established an ^libi. rnK ACCUSED WOM.Of, LIZZIE A. BORDKS. | A careful examination of the bodies ! ; of Mr. and Mrs. Borden the day after the killing served to convince the physicians that Mrs. Borden had been dispatched some time?probably an hour and a half?before her husbaDd. It was after this discovery, coupled with their failure to locate any suspicious character on or near the premises before or after the tragedy, and with the seeming imDrobability that a stranger could have lurked in the Borden house without detection by Lizzie Borden or the servant, that the police fell back on the theory lhat the as?a?sin was some member of the household who knew the premises thoroughly. So much having been settled to their satisfaction the police proceeded to look for their victim. Their attention was first , drawn to John V. Morse, a cousin of i Borden, living in a neighboring town. Morse was a sort of horse trader, had recently co.hc from the West and was RAf/lrtn hnrrtn known to Uilvc u?cu ai> iu? UUIUV.U uuiuv T i several tiniej, and especially on the | ( morning of the murders. He was j shadowed and questioned by the police, j and several of the Borden relatives came < out and aired their suspicions in relation < to him, but he convinced the police of j his innocence. Morse was undoubtedly J -t ?- UAwlon KrvnQi> fihnrf.lTr m ana auoui me ??j , before the tiagedy, but there was no j evidence of auy sort discovered against j him, and he was not arrested, although , he was under surveillance for several days. Lizzie Borden was suspected chiefly by reason of certain discrepencies between her statements to the police as to the circumstances under which the bodies of Mr. and Mrs. Borden were found. Bridget Su.livan was involved in several! of the earlier of these discrepencies, but; the police decided that she was a victimp of a bad memory and abandoned all so* picioo of her. The suspicion against Lizzie Bordenwas rendered stronger by a statement made to the police by EliBence, a clerks at D. R. Smith's drug store, to the effect that Miss Borden had been in his a'tor* two days before the murders inquiring for prussic acid or hydrocyanic acid* She faikd to secure either. The draff clerk made a partial identification of' Miss Borden, but later the accuracy of his identification was denied. Miss Borden denied that she bad bought or tried to buy either poison. Hydrocyanic acid' leaves no outward trace on the body, and it was the conjecture of the physicians for the prosecution that this was tbfldruc that had been used. Miss Borden was put under police snr~ veillance two days after the murders,; but was not arrested uutil some days1 qfc,t Tn arfr^itinn fa ka nAlina iuvvt AII cti&vjinwu wu VIAvs pvtivo tugio * as a Pinkerton detective early on the; scene. The detective worked in the interest of the Borden family and ridiculed the police theorj. His idea was that the1 murders were the work of a lunatic. The movements of Mr. Borden oa theday of his death were investigated, with the result that the police were able totrace him up to within a half hour of hia death. Thirty minutes after he was eeen to enter the house his body was found on} the sofa. It was between 10:5l> and 10:52 a. m. when Borden entered thei house. At 11:13 the news of the mur?' der was on the street. L pgp Ml THE FATAL HATCHET. I - .4 In the case of Mrs. Borden the police were utterly unable to locale her outside the house on that fearful mprning. not- 2 withstanding the statement of Lizzie Borden that Mrs. Borden had been sum moned to a sick neighbor. According, to Miss Borden the note was delivered toll .-s. Borden by a messenger boy, bot shecould not describe the boy. She did not know the neighbor and diligent search failed to reveal the slightest trace of either. The note which Mrs. Borden if said to have received could not be found. It was regarded as singular by thepolice that neither Miss Borden nori Bridget Sullivan had heard the noise of j the fall of Mrs. Borden's body. Mrs. Borden weighed 200 pounds, and it was clear that she had tumbled headlong and! at full length to the floor. Dr. Bowen, the family physician, who was called to the Borden house a few minnfflO ftffo* rHinrtTTOfir nf f ho : UiiUUbVO UikUft ?UV MtSVVfWkJ VI *MW l/W?iVW| [ told the police that Mr. Borden was, in his judgment, asleep when attacked-.' He thought that an ax was used,as there' were several cuts on the head four and a half inches long. Miss Borden told the policc that she: was in the barn when the murders occurred. A policeman visited the ban1, on the day after the tragedy and examined the floor, which was covered with'* thick layer of dust. There were no foot-" prints in this dust except those made by the officer in his investigation. Hiram Harrington, a brother-in-law of Borden, had an interview with Mias Borden the evening of the day of the murders. She told him that she was in the kitchen when tho father came home at 10:30 o'clock. Mr. Bordeu sat down on the lounge in the next room, and she went in there and helped him to remove Kiip nnot innnirpH tnlicifnnqlv AS tO hi* condition, put on bis dressing gown, assisted bim to n reclining position, and withdrew on finding bim comfortable. Sbe leit the house and went to the barn about 10:45 o'clock, and sta/ed there twenty to thirty minutes. On returning she found Mr. Borden's body. MGm Borden told Harrington that she thought the murders had been committed by I strangers. , The police were clear on the que3tion ' of motive. They alleged that it was the purpose of Lizzie Borden, by killing Borden and his wife, to inherit one-half nf hia ^cfA^P. Before the tragedy Lizzie Borden lived I the humdrum life of a small place. She I once taught a Sunday school class and I was bright but sedate. She made an I extended tour of Europe a year or two I ago, since which she has devoted her- I self largely to novels aud has resumed her Sunday school teaching. Throughout her surveillance and arrest she acted with wonderful calmness.?Washington Star. A Remarkable Family of Horses. We present a picture of a remarkable group of horses, made from a photograph. They are thoroughbred Shetland ponies, owned by Dr. I. C. Jackson, Jamaica, L. I., who bred them all. The tallest is Fairy, a brown mare, by imported Imp; dam, imported Lucinda; foaled May 31, 1889. May 4, 1891, she dropped sorrel filly Fay, by imported Superb. The mother was theu only one year eleven months nnA fAiii? Hora nlH {3 mcnes uiiiu. oi> i?r n^ i\uunu, iuuh records of horse breeding show no in-fl stance prior to this of a mare with afl yearling and suckli.ig colt before thoH ige of three years old. B The group will be shown at the I annual fair at Mineola, Long Island, this I month, and "will undoubtedly attract much attention among horse breeders as an equine curiosity.?American Farmer. It is asserted that mosquitos can be driven away by evaporating gum-camphor in the room. ' i This mare has further emphasized the wonderfu' fecundity of this family by dropping a second co'.t, a.so shown in the picture, just as she was coming three years old. Fairy is thirty-eight inches high at the withers. The sorrel (illy Fay is thirtysix inchcs high, and Sprite, the sucking jolt, a brown stallion, is twenty-one ' - l-i-t- C? -- I