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SUSTSR WATCflHAS, Established Apr?, 1850. Consolidated Aug. it 1881.1 "3e Just and Fear not-Let all the Ends thon Aims't at, btf thy Country's, thy God's an? Truth's " TH? 7SCE SOU? ii RON, Established Jun?, r*6# SUMTER, S. C., WEDNESDAY, APRIL 1, 1891. Sew Series-Tel. X. No. 35. 1 Publis?od ovory ^odnesday, BY N. Gr. OSTBEN, SUMTEli, S. C. TKRM8: Two Dollars per annum-io advance.. *BVtKTIfl3MlNT8. Square, first insertion.Si 00 tey subsequent insertion. 50 Oi>n tracts for three months, or longer wi il be mude at reduced rates. ... ' 1 . lil communications which subserve private interests will be charged for as advertisements. Obituaries and tributes of respect will be for. moms NATIONAL BANS, OF SUMTER. STATS, CITY AND COUNTY DEPOSI? TORY, SUMTER, S. C. F&KI Op Capital . . . . . $75.000 00 Surplus Fund ....... 9,250 00 Transacts a General B ink in? Business. - Careful'attention givea to collections. SAYINGS DEPARTMENT. Deposits of $1 and np wards received., in? terest allowed at the rate of 4 per cent, per annum. Payable quarterly, on first days of Jaanary. April, Jul? ami October. R. M. WALLACE, Yice Presideot. L. S. CARSOS, Aug. 7 Cashier. -\ TB IM i SUTER, SUMTER, S C. CITY AND COUNTY DEPOSITORY. Transacts a general Banking business. -Also hts - A Savings Bank Department, Deposit? of $1.00 and upwards received. Interest calculated at the rate of 4 per cent, per a nan m, payable quarterly. W. F. B. HAYNSWORTH, A. Warre, JE , President. Cashier. Aug 21._ J. F. W. DELOKMK, Agent? -DEALER IN DRUGS i wem nm SOAPS, PEBFffltEBY AND ALL KINDS OF Druggist's Sundries USUALLY SEPT IN 4 FIRST-CL?SS DR?tf* STORE. Tobacco, Snuff a?id Segars, ?ARDEN SEEDS, &C, Paints, Oils, Varnishes, ?J.ASS, PUTTY; ?| *-AH? DYE STUFFS. -o Physician's Prescriptions careful!} oompoouded, and orders answered with care and dispatch. The public will find my stock of Med? does eonin?ete, warranted genu? ine, and ef tho best qua??y. Gail and see for yourselves. Bi Fer Tnfants and Children. Castoxia. promotes Digestion, and -owerooroes Fiatniency, Const?pat?on, Soor Stomach, Bfauxteea, and Feverishness. Thus tie- child is rendered healthy and its sleep natural. Cas toroa contains no ?dorphine or otter narcotic property. "Castoriaisso '?eil adapted to children that I recommend it ?3 superior to any prescription known to me.1' H. A. ARCHER, M. D.. Ill South Oxford St^ Brooklyn, N. Y. **I us? Castoria in-my practice, and find it specially adapted to affections of ch id rea. " ALEX. ROBS&TEOX, M. D.. 1857 2d Ave?, Kew York. "From personal knowledge and observation lean say that Castoria is an excellent medicine for children, acting as a laxative and relieving: the pent np bowels and g?nerai system very much. Hauy mothers have told me of its ex? cellent effect upon their children." Da. G. C. Ose?os, Lowell, Mass. THZ CKXTACB OOXPIST, 77 Murray Street, N. Y. Malaria, Dumb Chills, Fever and Ague, Wind Colic? 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Kt-a-Jer, ^HS^^^A jon suv ix i m&ke MS much, but we mn jK$ WBi teach T<.U<?M?? k'.v how f?r?rn imn fl :o Hgfaaj^t ^m*3B . day at the ?tart, and more as yon po Iff^y iSfSLT- U'-tb ?ex?-?, ?ll Dt'->. In any (?rt of SB ?^THAiaericii. you <uii commenre iiuiue. eiv Pi JB?^/TSp'n>; .Vl,ur '^nc.ot .'(^r-- moments onlj : > 'S? ^R??&?r t!l* Wor';- All is new. (..mt jay SI'Ut rr ^L.^^?5Ss eT(T7 W"rXrf. We st'Ti TOO. funji.-L , ?W^A^F erenrtbins. KAS1I.Y, Sl*ELI>ll.Y lear:)' 7?Mvk rAItTICL'LAK? KKEE. Addrvss at or..e, AJn?5KA. sii.\bo.\ 4; _u... roaxjLiMt, ?.?.N?." By MASY KYLE DALLAS. {Copyright by American Press Association.] "Mind footing it?" said thc tall girl to the other. When the train stopped at Corinna two girls alighted from it Particularly tailor made girls, with no frippery abont them There was a curious likeness be? tween, them; not that of relationship, for their features were unlike, and while one was tall and dark, the other was short and fair, but that which comes from following the same train of ideas or being interested in the same pursuit, the sort of thing that makes us say -That is a teacher," "That *s an artist," ?That is a clerk in a store somewhere," without being able to define our reasons for knowing that we are right. These two girls, ttoogfejbe?r- Gavel? ing costumes were utterly correct had not the manner of society women. They were more offhand and independent As they stood on the platform and looked about them they evidently felt that they could take care of themselves. The drivers of the stages from the differ? ent hotels held open the doors of their vehicles, but the}4 took no notice of them. "Mind footing it?" said the tall girl to the other in a careless way. "1 like it," responded the short one, with a sinile: Then they took a firmet grip on. two substantial traveling bags and two silk umbrellas, spoke to the baggage master in regard to two solid trunks that stood not far away, and started up the road, leaving the village and taking their way countryward. Soon they were among green fields, bounded on one side by dense wood? land, on the other by a river, blue on this bright day as the sky above it There were plenty of old oak trees, there were myriads of hazel bushes: golden? rod and Neptune's trident made a great show along the irregular stone walls. The roofs of old fashioned farmhouses ; wei? visible, and . here and there a red ! barn popr^d up, and a long, low brick j building with a bell tower on its roof and without shade of any sort about it was visible upon a hilL -What is that. Belle?" asked the short? er "of the two girls of the other, who seemed to know the place best. "The schoolhouse, 1 suppose, it has the cheer? ful look one expects of those institu? tions.1' "But it is not the school, my dear,7* responded Belle. "It is a kind of com? bination jail and poorhouse. They have very little crime and still loss poverty here. They bad two idiots, four old women and a small colored boy who had stolen a chicken in charge last year, and felt themselves crowded. There, Genie, is our heine." 'Where?" asked Genie. Belle pointed with her naibrella to a red spot between two large trees and directly upon the river l>ank, and led the way, walking more rapidly than she had done, and carrying her umbrella over her shoulder, while Genie followed her with shorter steps, now that they were not walking together, and putting her umbrella un? der her arm in rather masculine fashion. The house was a tiny building of one story and a loft, painted a bright rel. A narrow entry ran through tho middle, and on one side was a large room that looked like ?? workshop, on the other two rooms of equal size, one fur? nished as a l>edroom, one as a sitting room. At the end of the entry was a door... and when Belle opened this she ?aw that from it steps descended under a low, rough shed into the water. A boat was fastened to the handrail of these steps by a rope. "You've got the boatf* cried Genie. 'Yes," said Belle, "well have many a good row on that river, my dear. The place belonged to a boat builder once. You know that Tve hired it for nest to nothing, and our holiday won*I; ruin us. The boat was more expansive than the house, but we had to have a boat." As they looked down into the pretty thing, white without, green within, neither of the girls had any idea of the freight that that boat would one day contain, or that they had come there to meet an ex? perience never to be forgotten while life remained to either. The little red honse seemed the calm? est, quietest, most commonplace struct? ure in the worid, and they expected to spend a restful week or two under its roof and on th \ river, and to go home in September to begin life in earnest; for these girls were two new fledged medical students who had just received their diplomas, which on the arrivai of their trunks they hastened to hang upon the weil whitewashed walls of their habita? tion, one on either side of the mantel? piece. Uedding these you learned that one, the tall, dark girl, was Dr. Isabelle Yolande, and that the other, the small, fair girl, was Dr. Eugenie More. The house was already clean; a few small decorations were taken from tho trunks, a little china, sorue table and bed linen. But there were no lambre? quins or decorated wall pockets, or other pretty things with which most women surround themselves. A good many books were ranged upon some shelves in the corner of the sitting room. A dis? jointed student's lamp was put together and a little oil stove arranged. Two young men might have kept lior.se in much the same style. SI:'-vtly they sut . down together over a cup of coffee and j some sandwiches which hal made the journey with them, and then went out for a walk, arni in arm. "I never told you why I studied medi? cine, did I?" asked Genie softly, grow- ! lng confidential in the dual solitude. "Never," said Belle. "I am engaged to my cousin, who i.? a doctor, tlc is in Europe just now, and we thought it would bo very nice to ' work together, to have one object in ; life. In the fall we are to be married. : So many of the students have no interest j in that sort of thing, but I thought you j would, so I tell you." "It is a very nice prospect," said Belle, j with a little sigh. "As for me, I am ail alone in the world, and I think I shall never marry." _ "?h, you are so hat?dsqme people sure to fall in love with you," Genie. i "They have," said Belle quietly; " now I will tell you my secret. I I been in love; I shall never love agar shall never see the man I still love, I shall never forget him. His face is; there before me when I wake in night, and often when I am walkin: the street in the day time, so that I as if 1 could put out my hand and to it. I hear his voice. I remember thi he said to me. It was on a voyagi Europe that we became acquainted v each other. Papa was hying then, objected to our engagement. He1 me he would put an end to it. He ( I never asked how. Then I was now I am 34, but I feel just the same am not foolish about Carlos; I shall : sigh and pine over it; only it was swee than anything else can ever be. 11 my happiness. lb is over. Now I ai doctor with a career before me. Mc lives often begin like that Why no woman's?" "Oh, Belle!" said (renie, "perhaps j will meet again after all." "After this don't talk about it," s Belle. "I Dever said all that to any c else. Tell me all about your own lc affair whenever you choose; I shall 1: to listen. I only wanted you to know about me now that we are to be chu for the summer." "Thank you," said Genie. They walked on arm in ann. Sudd< ly Genie found that Belle had led b unaware, into the vicinity of the ug brick building. "Why do you come here?" she askei "I want to show you the local i stitntions," said Belle. She nodded two old women who sat in two dila; dated rocking chairs at the door o: long, low hung room, with benches ? against the walls and an unblack stove with a long stovepipe still stan ing in its place, though it was summ time, and passing around the hon came to another door, which revealed very tidy little parlor, its winde adorned by white curtains and pots geraniums, where a woman sat sewii with her foot upon the rocker of a crae -a youngish woman in a tidy mus! gown and a neat white apron-Avho aro and came out to greet them. "Do come in, Miss Yolande," she sai "I heard you were coming down, ai Fm real glad to see you again." "Thank you," said Belle. "This is n friend. Miss More, Eugenie; this is Mi Fenn." * "I am glad to make your acquain ance; take some seats," said Mrs. Fen: placing chairs. "Mr. Fenn is sheriff of Corinna." sa: Belle. "Don't speak of it," said Mrs. Fen: shaking her head. "Don't speak cf i I was as pleased when he was appointe: und ? didn't mind his hann* to live he: nor nothin'. The poor folks didn't gi\ no trouble, and we hadn't nobody in ti prison moi^n three times a year, an when you've been strugglin' along lils we had, a reg'lar celery was suthin' 1 rejice in. But lands sakes! me an' t wishes we was organ grinders now c bootblacks or anything." "Dear me! Mrs. Fenn, I'm sorry t hear that." said Beile. "Yes, you've como on U3 in times c trouble and tribberlation," said Mr Fenn. "Listen to that." The three kept si lenco for a mom em Then Belie said in a shocked voic( "Who is sobbing so?" "It's my poor Bijah," replied Mn Fenn, putting her handkerchief to he eyes. "He's the tenderest hearted cri1 ter ?il?ve. And jest as good and pions and it's broke Lim down to think ilia he has got to hang a feller critter Frida, next is rv week. I don't think hell liv through it. it ir, awf ni!" The girls shuddered. "Perhaps he'll come out and talk- ti you," said Mrs. Fenn. "He used to so lots by you. He thought you was s< smart and kinder independent, larniu io be a doctor. And I think there hac orter be lady doctors myself. They i: things you can say hotter to a woman. But TU call Bijah." She left the room ;*s she spoke, anc was heard talking to some one beyont an inner door. Then she came back. "Bijah will come as soon as he'i washed his face and put him on a col? lar," she said. "He's real glad you've come. He kinder thinks you might think of something, though what there is tc think of goodness knows." "I am so sony for him," said Belle. "Weil, that helps some when you're feelin' real desperate," said Mrs. Fenn, rocking the baby. A moment more Abijah Fenn came into the room. He was naturally a pleasant lc airing man of forty odd, his light brown hair had a wave in it, and his eyes had full lids and long lashes like those of a woman, but they were red and swollen just now. He advanced to Belle and held out his hand. "Glad to see 3-0u and your friend, Miss Yolande,'" he said. "You must think me a great baby, but what my wife has told you about has broke me all np. There ain't been a man executed here before for twenty years. I can't do it; I can't And it means out into the world again for me and my folks if I resign. Even so, I dunno as I could get off be? fore the day. I know I couldn't"- He paused The girls could think of noth? ing t<> .say. He did not seem to expect that they should, but went on slowly: "If it was ono of them tramps, like the one that murdered the j)eddler down to Groton, I could brace up," he said; "bat this is the nie:** fellow, a gentleman. Miss Yolande. I'm as sure he is inno? centas I am that that there baby is. He couldn't murder nobody; 'taint in him. My wife knows it as well as me. Don'i you, '-' frali Jane?" "I feel to know it, Bijah," replied the woman. "Ho fays to me. says lie. *I pray you to believe rae innocent, for I am.' So pretty he spoke, I can't allow it is right for Bijah tc kev to hang him. I wish you'd go in and see him, ladies, and see what you jedge by his looks. He is fnrrin, but he is real nice. He is a artist." "It would be a comfort," said Mr. Fenn. "You see lots of folks in the city, and you air real smart. You might get an idea whether or no he done it. i'd like you should .^oin." "We will go," said Belie. "But tell me, what sort <>f murder was it?" "Tiiey is different kinds," said Mrs, Fenn. "Some is jest temper, this warnt rt was a mean, low down sort, for money." "Old I . -le Peter White," said the sheriff-"a good, kind old man. foolish about keepm' money in the house in lonesome place. This gentleman is a furriner. That helps set folks agin him, they bein' a prejudice on account of them Eyetalians, and while he was down here a-sketchin', makin' picturs, Uncle Peter boarded him. Tom. Bond, Smith's hired hand, give the wast evidence agin him, and, to be sure, his razor was found 0:1 the ft\x>r near where Uncle Peter was a lyiu' with his throat cut All the boxes and drawers wus open, and bloody water where some one had washed their hands in the boarder's room, and when they ar? rested him he had Uncle Peter's watch in his i>ocket. He swore he wns takin' it to be repaire , bnt they didn't believe him. Make him talk to yon; I want your jedgment A woman's jedgment is good on faces, anyway, and you're extry smart." Mr. Fenn took a bunch of keys from a peg behind the doer. "They tried to lynch him when he was fetched here fust and on his way to court," he said. "There ain't nobody but thinks liim guilty only us. Ef he was, I don't want to hang no man, but I feel to know that he never done it." And having come to the corner of the build? ing that was used for the prison he un? locked the door. As they entered the air felt at once close and chilly, and the cell into which they were admitted was rather dark. At the farther end a man sat on a wooden chair before a deal table, his face hidden in his arms. "Senor, Fve fetched some company to see you-ladies," said Mr. Fenn. Tile prisoner lifted his head, showing a sad and beautiful face with great dark eyes. He looked from one to the other, and uttered a low cry, and Belle Yo? lande, stepping before the others, put out her hand. Then the two began to speak rapidly in Spanish, which Genie did not understand. They talked for half an hour, while the sheriff stood staring at them. Then Miss Yolande offered her hand again, and walked out of the cell. "I know 3-0U don't think he done it. . I know that by your shakin' hands," said Mr. Fenn when they had turned the corner. "I would stake my life on his inno? cence!" said Belle Yolande, turning a white face toward him. "My life! Yes, my soul! He shall not die!" "Maybe she kin do suthin, seein' how she feels," the sherii?' said, watching the girls out of sight. CHAPTER EL Hie ceremony xvas "performed. Meanwhile Belie and Genie walked on until d lonely place in the road was reached, when Belle suddenly paused, and sat down upon a rock, leaning heav? ily against the trunk of ?i great tree. "Oh, Genie, Genie!" she cried, "voa cannot tell what I salier! I must be strong! I must not break down! I must do what I can! I need all my strength, but this is almost more than I can bear! The man there in prison! The man they arc going to murder-yes, murder! for he is utterly innocent-is the man I Sove. The man I told you about an hour ago. It is thus I meet him again! The man I love, and who loves me-tny Carlos. He told me aJL How he had taken the old farmer's watch with him to the village to bo repaired on tho very day when some wretch murdered the old man. The tread found the razor on his dressing case. Ho coull prove noth? ing-circumstantial evidence is against him-oh, what shall I do! What shall I do, Genie!" .-^ "Oh, Dyne!" cried Genia, sinking on her knees at her side, "how do JTOU know that he is innocent? There have heen wicked men with handsome faces before now, and sometimes such men lia ve great power over women, and eau win their hearts. He is only a stranger ' whom you met on an oc?an voyage, after all. Belle, darling, it may.be that he is guilty. . Your father disapproved cf him. Perhaps he had better reason than you know." "Silence!" said Belle. "You speak of one I love. Surely God will give me the power to save him. In Him I trust" Then they went back home together, and so the weeks that the^fcjiad fancied would be spent in a sorter perpetual picnic began. So the dreams of happy leisure liours, 1- .lg rows up thc river, long lolls in the hammock ended, but Genie was heart and soul with her friend, and the ?ear that she was mis? taken in Carlos gradually died away. She heard how Belle's father, a rich man at the time, had dismissed the young Spanish artist-how he had led him to believe her betrothed to another. She heard the whole love story now such a pitiful thing-and she was a daily witness of her friend's fruitless efforts to move those in power. She went to the governor herself to beg a pardon or even a reprieve, but he had proclaimed pardons too careh^ssly, had been blamed for it, and desired to re? trieve his errors. Perhaps he honestly believed Carlos a vile brute whom it was best to banish from the earth. Isabelle, meanwhile, went to the prison every day. None knew of her visits save Fenn and his wife and Genie More. Before long Genie was as thoroughly conviuced that the young artist was in noev,,L ?os was her friend. There, within the prison walls, the two once more betrothed themselves, ! and one day a new surprise awaited j Genie More. On their arrivai at the j prison thev found awa?tthxr them a mild j old priest, evidently of Spanish birth. "We are to be married. Genie," Isa belle said, '-Carlos and ?. However this may end I am his, and his only. I wish j to be so in the sight of God. Besides, it 1 will be better, for many reasons." They i ntered the cell together, Fenn ? and Iiis wife accompanying them. The . ceremony wits performed. "Adieu, my son," said the old priest when he had uttered his blessing. "If you die, men murder an innocent man, i and a pure soul tikes its flight to heaven. Let this uphold you and yourwifc in the great ti i ni you may have t?> endure." it wa:; on that cay that Genie learned that a [dan had been devised for the escape of Carlos {rom the prison, lt was carefully arranged, but the very night that it was to be carried into effect a watch was pat upon the prisoner, lt was plain that the man was suspicious of the sheriff, whoso horror of officiating at the execution ha openly ridiculed. The plan cordi! net be carried out in con? sequence of his presence. The doom of Carlos de li llossa was sealed. But suddenly a strange light began to glow in Isabelle':; eye. It almost seemed as though hope had returned to her heart. One day sh . went down into the village and returned with yards of dark red silesia, with w?ilch sae veiled every wit dow of the great empty work room. SI saw to the fastenings of its doors. SI went to- the city and came home lade with parcel*, which she set careful, aside. She had long conversations wit the unhappy sheriff. Carlos she cou] no longer see. For some reason it w: forbidden. The watcher sat at the do< of thc prison and warned every one awn; (fenie could not guess what hope was i Isabelle's mind. At last one ?toy th latter said to her: "(renie, you have been a true fiien to me. I shall soon ask yon to do mo: than you have yei, done. You and I ai not like girls who have been guarde from all unpleasant things; we ai women, but we are two young medic; students all the same. We should ha\ the nerves of men. We have endure the trial of the dissecting room as we as male students. For a good object yo can bc strong and brave, I know. Yo will do as I tell you and will neitht scream nor swoon. You are Dr. Mon remember, as I am Dr. Yolande.*' Geni simply gave her lier hand, and so the stood together, hand in hand, and hear the prison bell begin to toll, and kne^ as well as all the place for miles abor knew at the same moment, that Sheri: Fenn was about to do his duty, tba Carlos de la Rosa was about to die upo the scaffold. But Isabelle Yolande ul tered no cry, shed no tear. With s^ deliberation she removed the dress sh wore and substituted L?r short sleeve rowing costume. Genie lid the same and followed Isabelle into the boa! What was to be done Gerrie did no know, but she vowed, amid the wiL throbbings of her heart, to stand b Isa*be31e to the end, whatever tba might be. Rapidly they rowed down thc river on which there were never many oars men, and today none. At last Isabell turned the boat and sent it hying into ; miniature bay formed by a bend of th crooked little stream, almost withi: call of the prison grounds. This littl nook was so shaded by great willow that it was invisible from the river and near it stood a great, dilapidate? barn, roofless and deserted for years which sheltered the spot from thos upon the road. Here for the first timi she broke silence. "My good, kin< friend," she said, "the time has com* when we need all our courage, and mon than all our physical strength, I fe?ir On the night when our attempt to circe an escape for my husband railed, formed a plan for tue success of whicl I have been working ever since. Yo; remember tho lecture wo attended 01 the subject of 'Death Upon the Gal lows,' and how we once assisted in thc restoration of a man who had commit ted suicide by hanging? I have forgot ten no particular." "Nor I," raid Genie. "I think j-ou guess my pian," sait Isabelle. "Unless Abi jail Feim proves false, I swear, Govi kelping me, that m\ Carlos shall not die. Fenn har. prom? ised that life chall not bo extinct when the-the" She paused and turned pale. "I understand," said Genie. "But, my poor Isabelle, 3*ou forget; your hopes may mislead you. There must be an examination by a doctor, and the man who has watched the sherie so cloudy wiil still be there." "All that has l>cen thought of." said Isabelle. "The doctor who will make the examination is th? one who sees to the health of tho poorhouse and the prison. He is an old man of seventy, deaf, weak cf right and fond of drink. Mr. Fenn has discovered that the bottle is also a temptation to tho man on guard. He assures mc that they will lx>th bo too much intoxicated to know what they ars about by tho time that this is necessary. "My husband will be placed in a coins which thc sheriff will bear in a wagon to the cemetery, hin little son leading the hr .rsc. Carlos will be removed from the coica during the journey, and when they arrive it will have been filled with stones, hidden in the wagon for the pur? pose, and so buried. The child will lead the horse away, and once out of sight ? f the road Mrs. Fenn will enter the vehicle and drive to the spot. Everything is prepared for us in the curtained room at home, if our strength suffices us to reach it. Of mine, I am sure, but yours, my poor child" "Mine shall," said Genie; "will power will work miracles sometimes. I give myself to you and your cause; you shall not fail through my weakness." "God bless yon!" sighed Isabelle. At this moment wheels were heard approaching. A wagon was driven from behind the old barn anti" backed to the water's edge. Mrs. Fenn jumped from it to the ground. She was ashen pale to the very lips. Instantly Isabelle sprang to her side. They were both strong women. Together they hf ted something wrapped in a blanket from the wagon and placed it in the boat. "My God! what a task you bave be? fore you!" panted Mrs. Fenn. 'Td help you if I durst, but I must get away from herc. I thought I seen somebody watcn iu' me from the hill." "Go!" said Isabelle almost fiercely. She threw a pile of gay wraps over what lay in the bottom of the boat. "Now, pull for your life!" she cried to Genie. The boat shot out into theriver. Just beyond the shadow of the willows they came upon a rude boat filled with nets and tackle, and propelled by an old fisherman whom they knew by sight. "Mornin", ladies," he called out. Isabelle summoned courage to nod and smile and reply "Good morning." "Reckon that there hangi if is about over/' he called over his shoulder as toe distance between them lengthened. "The more they hang of that sort the better, i say. Good riddence to bad rubbish." A little farther on two boys paddled out from shore and paddled on in an oppo? site direction. But after this not an? other living soul w".s to be seen upon the river. At last they came to the foot of their own si:eps, ceased rowing and tied their boat fast. A terrible moment had arrived. The body must be lifted from the boat and borrie into tho house; arid that quickly, lest they should be observed from ti?' opposite shore. How the}" accomplish* 1 the task they never quite knew, lt seemed to Genie More that some aid mon; than human must have been ac corded her. Isabelle had great strength for onoof her sex, and the power of luve is mighty. Sh;; was almost desperate, for sho did not yet know whether it \v;is a living man or a dead body which she held in her arms-whether she were at the moment wife cr widow. At hist their burden was laid upon the mattress, which had been spread upon the old work table. The blanket was flung back, and the strangely revealed face of Carlos de la Rosa was revealed. It seemed like the face of death to Genie More. "Oh, Isabelle! It is hopeless! It is hopeless!" she cried. "Not so." cried tho otlw. "Renu'm CHAPTER III. I When day broke she had two invalids I on her hands. It was a week before Genie Moro was able to sit np again, vnd meanwhile Carlos had been tossing in a high fever. Now knowing Isabelle and speaking collectively for a few mo? ments, now fancying himself in heaven, now once more believing himself on the steps of fae gallows and crying ont, "Heaven knows they are about to mur? der au innocent man!" When his mind becamo clear again ?is body was still weak as that of an in ? tant. Isabelle coul l have no help, of j rourse, under the circumstances, and had she not been of so sound a constitu? tion and so well trained physically she must have broken down under the strain. At last, however, Genie was able to stand upon her feet again, and Carle j showed symptoms of improvement, and ono night she felt that it was safe to al? low herself a good night's sleep, reel sleep, such as she had not had since she learned that the condemned man was Canos de la Rosa. Genie had promised to lie awake and listen for any move? ment in the room across the passage, and Isabelle had slumbered tranquilly for hours, when a soft touch from the small hand of her friend aroused her. As she stirred the hand was over her mouth. "Isabelle," whispered Genie, "there is j some stranger in the house. I heard feet upon thc steps that lead to thc water, then the door was pried open. There listen." "They may suspect us: they may i < searching for Carlos," whispered Belie. "They may have come to murder ni? as they did that poor old man," sai: Genie. "My blood is curdling in my veins! What shall we do?" "It may not be as you think," cried Isabelle, springing to her feet and has? tily donning a loose wrapper that lay across a chair. "They are coming this way!" gasped Genie. Illness had unnerved her, and she cowered down under the counter? pane, trying to hide herself, utterly des? titute of hope or courage. Isabelle looked about tor some weapon as she ad vanced toward the door. ! i . j r?fiSB "IVs 7? ?.s ghost" he groaned. So little thought of fear had she had when she came to the lonely little hcu?c in Corinna that sue had not once dreamed of providing herself with a pis- j toi. Kow she regretted it at this mo meal ! A heavy water pitcher was the only thing that offered itself as an offen? sive weapon. Siie seized it by the han? dle, and placed herself between the door and the bed. "If tliey have come for Carlos they j shall only take him over my dead body !" ? she muttered. But now the door opened, and by the pale bi glit of the night lamp she saw a bulky figure enter. A long linen ulster was buttoned about it. a cap was drawn down over its ears, and its features were covered hy a bit of ! crape. Ont; fear, her greatest, departed at the sight. The officers of the law j would not present themselves in such j guise as this. "Stop!" she cried, grasping the pitcher mor ; 1 ightly. "Not another step!" 'i he man uttered a brutish laugh, and j simply grasped her by the wrist and took : the pitch r away from her. Isabelle had j been proud of her strength. She now j lt arned in one instant how utterly help? less thc strongest ordinary woman is in the grasp of a moderately powerful man. ! She ceas< d to struggle and siood per- 1 fectly still. In that lonely spot outcry would not avail. Nb one could hear ihc loudest screams that could be uttered at the next house, and if some one were on the river or the read and came to her as? sistance the presence of Carlos might bo discovered and his rescue revealed. "What do you want?" she asked. Tho ' man filing the pitcher upon the tloor and took a pistol from his belt. Having cov? ered her with this he released her wrist. "What I want," he said, in a dull draw!, "is everything you've got, and all the other young woman has got, too -yen,- money, your jewelry and any fal? lal' that'll sell for cash. No screechin\ and hurry up about ir!" "Help yourself." said Isabelle. "All wc have is in these two rooms." ber,-, we are physicians-surgeons. What has been done by others we can do. I : will open a vein in thc neck; you know j how to elevate thc arms and compress thc breast to create artificial breathing, j I will give you the signal." Coolly, j as though she were a surgeon who j thought only of her "case/' Isabelle i ; Yolande set to work. The other girlish j j doctor kept herself cairn enough to do j what she was bidden to do. "Loo::!" said the young wife at last in a strange, deep voice. "Look! His lips i are growing red; tue muscles of his : cheeks move!" ! "He i^ breathing," replied Genie. They continued their manipulation with j renewed hope. There was much still to i do. Before nightfall Carlos de la Rosa ; slept peacefully upon Ins pillow, and i Genie, trembling with exhaustion, i sought the reposo rho so greatly needed, ! i while Belle watched beside her husband, j Medical student though she was, my ? reader must not think that Isabelle did j not long for that "good cry" in which j overwrought women love to indulge, j She was very womanly indeed when j she thought of her rescued Carlos. But I she knew that she had still much to do; I that great caution need still be exercised j in the matter; that some one might have j watched them from tho river, or that j suspicion might still fall upon Abijah Fenn. Then, too, after the ordeal he had passed through a serious illness might be before her husband. Ho had recog? nized her and had pressed her hand, but his mind was not quito clear. What ! was to come she knew not. j Meanwhile Genie slept heavily; she ? was more exhausted than her friend. I Belle's frame was strong and her arms powerful, and still the effort of lifting the inanimate form cf Carlos had taxed her powers to tho utmost. Genie felt that it was by a miracle that she per? formed iier part. Every bone ;iched; her overstrained muscles wcro sore to the toack; in fact, thc little doctor had al? most killed herself, and no one knew it better than Isabelle. "Bundie them up for me," said the man; 'Til sort of oversee"." He followed her about covering her with his pistol as she obeyed him. Meanwhile she noticed his heavy tread, his small head, moving from side to side like that of a tortoise; his rough, red hands, with stubbed and blunted nails, striving to remember everything in or? der to be able to identify him. Her watch, Genie's, a few pins and rings, the purse that lay in her work basket, were collected. The traveling bags were seized upon, and xaany things thrust into them. "Turn down them piliers," said the man. "You keep most of your money un? der them if you're like other women folk." Isabelle obeyed, the man pounced upon a large pocketbook that lay there, and then tore away the sheets that covered Genie's face. "Give us your rings,** said he. "You wear three or four of em-here they are." He seized the girl's hand and began to tear them away, and at this the girl's courage utterly for? sook her; she uttered a wild shriek, an? other and another. j "Will your" asked the burglar, with ! an oath; "then pay for it." His finger was on the trigger of his pistol, when suddenly the door flew open. A figure draped from head to foot in white stood there, its hollow eyes fixed upon :he burglar. It was Carlo3 de la Rosa. Genie's cries had reached him, and wrapped in a counterpane he had managed to rea eli the door. A helpless protector indeed, weakened as he was, but the enect of his appear? ance was astonishing. The pistol fell from the burglar's hand, he threw liim seK upon the floor and groveled there, hiding his face. "It's his ghost!" he groaned; "oh, my God! it's his ghost! Don't touch me! 1 done you to death, but don't touch me! Yes, yes, I lolled the old man! Til con? fess it! I killed him! Von was innocent, and they hung you for it! Oh. my God! oh, my God! I can't bear itf And with a horrible shriek his eyes rolied up in his head, Iiis face turned purple, and he lost consciousness. Then Isabelle, tak? ing the pistol into her possession, tore 'be crape from the face and revealed the features of Farmer Smith's hired man. Tom Bond, who had sworn away the life of Carlos de La Rosa. Having bound the fellow hand and foot with a stout cord, ordered the in? valid back to his bed, and fastened the long room carefully on the outside, Isa? belle saw that the day was breaking, and soon a wagoner appeared, who took charge of the wretch and conveyed him away. Horror liad taken possession of him. He repeated his confession, and all the village knew that an innocent man had been executed. They still believe, \ down there in Corinna, that Iiis ghost appeared to Tom Bond as he was about to corsmit a second murder, and it is a good story to tell beside the wiuter fire? side over a glass of cider. For the sake of soft hearted Sheriff Fenn the select party who know the truth keep it to themselves, and Isabelle Yolande's friends, while they declare that she certainly lias married a very pleasant gentleman and seems very happy indeed, cannot help feeling that there must have been "something odd*' about that summer at Corinna. "But then," they add, "you always expect those doctor girls to do something queer." THE END. A "Musically Incline! Rodent. For some time past a grand piano . in an East End house has shown signs of indisposition. Certain chords invariably sounded dull when struck, and the bril? liancy of tone which bad been said at a very high figure with the milker's name had disappeared. But nobody attributed the decadence of the instrument to any? thing but a little too much use perhaps. A surprise was m store for them. The oilier night the household and a few guests were assembled in the music room. One of them, a lady of great ability as a pianist, sat down at the in? strument and began to play. The muf? fled effect was more noticeable than ever. Somebody suggested that an in? quest be held on the piano. Then one nf the ladies without morcado lifter! the -over of the piano-a-nd-weil, there was a panie. A big rat jumped out from among the strings and galloped across the rix>m. it escaped, of course, for everybody was too much astonished to attack it. There were screams and a great leaping upon chairs. When everybody cooled down the inquest proceeded, ft w?*is found that the rat had made a comfortable nest of pa per among ibo wires. The rat had evidently a keen sense of the fitness of things as well as a love cf music, for its nest was found to be made of selec? tions from Beethoven's sonatas, with a few scraps of Chopin. There was not a ?race of "Annie Rooney" or comic overa in the nest. Kow the rat got there, why it staid there, and what the effect of a musical training upon the rat is likely to he are still unanswered.-Pittsburg Dispatch, Salut ?KS; tv?tli tho Nose. Hie junction of noses is so general, and described as so forcible in Africa and Oeeaniea. as to have given rise to a fanciful theory that it had occa? sioned the fiattening of the noses of the peoples. Dur " the accounts of many of the tribes the Dark Continent an.] :-f the ;* rs of New Zealand, R<> tonma. Tamil, Tonga, Hawaii and ol.h^r groups, ihe essential action does ??ot seem to be that of either pressure or rubbing, but of mutual smelling, lt is true ilwit the travelers generally cols it rubbing, but the morion and pressure are sometimes no greater than that of the muzzles of two ?logs making or ce? menting acqmtmtance. The pressure and rub are secondary and emphatic. The juncture only means the compli? ment, "Yon smell v.-ry good!" it is illustrated in the Navi^;;tor group, when the noses of friends are saluted with a long and hearty rub and tile explanatory words, "Good! very good: I am happy now!'* The Calmucks also go through a suggestive pantomime of greeting, in which they creep on their knees t each other .-ind then join noses. :;s cinch ;:s possible like the two -dogs before mentioned. In the Navigator isl? ands only equals mutually rub their noses. Thc inferior '-nbs his own nose (.e. and smells the-superior's hand.-< ar rick Mallery m popular Science Monthly. Carley for ?'.'?rt tl rn?. Barley, such as is us?-? for soap, ts very strengtlK*iHa,??for?e?icaicch"iklren or 1 ' having delic :t<> or tender stomach ?. I gi it t;? miwvsays a mother; anti she is 10 mouths old and hearty. Take about iwo tablespoonfuls of Iwvley to a >;..:? . ol M . ter, put a pinch ofsalt ri ?\ arid !>oi! s:?\-t<i ily for two or three hon r> When i. away add a little water to Lr, .-<> f'sw b is :. quart when ?ose j not thiele i>* h i.; place ?:f water with r.::I:;.-Ucr..U of Health. THE SECRET CF GOOD ROADS. European ffi?Iurays Show That It Uc* in the 2?:?j nie? ance. In the old world they know two things, about roads and roadways with which: the people of the Unite 1 States arc not generally familiar. They know how tc build a road, which is one thing, anti they know how to care for it after it is built, which is another. We of America, know moro about building reads than, we do about taking care of them.. More attention has been devoted to the former process than to the latter. When we read about the roadways of England?. France or Germany, that hare been im use for 100 or loO years or more, we; must not understand that they were so well constructed and of such good ma? terial that they have-passed through this period without a?;i.ntiont or expense Nothing could be farther from the truth.. Ail good roads are subject to constant attention, otherwise they are bad roads; Money will not build a road that will maintain itself. This is where a great mistake is made in American roadways. Whatever may be said for our organiza? tion for building roads, little or nothing can be said with respect to our organiza? tion for caring for them. This is some? thing vre do not understand. We have been reaching for the impossible-the self sustaining, the self repairing, cheap roadway. It docs not exist. I have paid some little attention to the roads of Great Britain and; France- dur? ing the last few months, and what has impressed mc inore is the care exercised in their maintenance. We have built many good roads, but have few or none" to compare wi th thc best to be seen in the countries referred to, and this solely on account of our neglect. 1 bear in mind a beautiful carriage drive through a part cf Scotland. The roadbed was as solid and smooth as a concrete floor. There was not a sugges? tion of a rut or depression for miles. It followed the natural contour of the country, which was somewhat irregular, with its trim, neatly formed ditches and ifs spacious* substantial culverts where they were required. The smoothness I could hardly understand. It was cer? tainly tho perfect roadway. I looked for rats or depressions, but there were none. Finally I came-upon au old Scotchman with a wheelbarrow, a pick, a hammer, a pointed bar, other cools and some broken stone. Ile was getting ready to do some work. I stopped our horse, got out and examined tho surface, but could see only a very slight depression. I asked theo?d man what he was going to do. and he told me, in a Scotch dialect so broad that I could hardly understand it, that ho was going to cut out a bad place in the road and renew it. To see what he would say I remarked that the place was not very bad, and he reminded me that a stitch in time saves nine. Then he went on to- teli me that if a place- was neglected it rapidly becomes very bad; that the wheel running into a slight de? pression would, bemuse of the extra jar, make it speedily deeper And wider. IS was a good deal like striking thc sides of a li ttl:' gulley: it would soon make a wide breach, and thus a large bad spot would be developed. It was like a rotten placo j in an apple, which would soon spread if j it were not cut out. This he proceeded to do. The opening was not more than eighteen indies wide and two feet and a half long. Ilehmime-red the broken stone back into place, left it a little high, and said, that he would comeback to it again in a few ?Jays. Tins old man was oaring for about ten miles of road, and by being exceedingly careful and prompt in dev teciing t ho slightest imperfection he was. r.t a ver* slight expense- maintaining a most beautiful and sat i>raetory surface. There is no great expense i:i maintain? ing this perfect condron. The class of labor employed is cheap and the aaiocut of surface inspected great. Neglecting a good road like this would be like running expensive machinery without oil. which implies rapid de? struction. Because of the well known result, tho owner of the machinery can? not say oil costs too much money; wo must get along without it. It is econom? ical to do whatever is necessary to main? tain a. reasonably perfect condition. It is gross wastefulness and extravagance to do anything or to fail to do that which will cause general deterioration and in time large expenses. Tiie cost of caring fer a road is one of its fixed charges. Ix thc road is allowed to decay it must be rebuilt. Hence the fixed charge repre j sent s the cost of a new road, or so much I thereof as belongs to the replacing and renewal of material. On the other hand, the constant attention which main ! tains a good condition at all times is also ! a fixed*, charge, and it will be found that I within ten years the difference in the ! two costs will be largely in favor of tho ' latter method, with he advantage of ! always having a roadway rather j than a decaying one. Under the proper system of instruc ! tion and repair there i.< no reason why a ; road should not be better at the end of j ten years than nt-rae beginning; Ii* j weak points "nave been renewed and its j strong ones proven. Any little defects ' in drainage or otherwise will have been corrected. People who ride about thc country cm bicycles know quite as much about road? ways as any other class. They see the little things which go to make the per? fect travel, and they say that the very old highways which have the hundreds of years of history back of them are uni? formly the b.est that they pass over. They account for this in the way I haw named. The repairs which have been going on have added t? the depth of the foundation and hav3 made the entire passage uniform. Roadways should be considered in the nature of a business investmest. and ali calculations which aro made with re? spect to them should be on a basis of a long term cf years. It will be found that the cost of constant repairs under the system which I have suggested will be much less than tho interest or added taxes, because cf rebuilding or expensive repairs. ?: is a cimple business matter mid resolves itself into th? question as to winch is the cheapest way tc main? tain a good road. Loos H. GIBSON. Paris, Foo. 13. An excellent subs? irate for a hot water bag is a sandbag. It retains the heat much longer. Gel clean, dry sand and fd! a fiaxv nel bag eight inches sqaare with it. Cover t his with cotton or linen. It is well to have several of these bap> on hand in case of illness. Lady r.ondop.dei-rr, wife of thc ex-Ionl lieutenant of Ireland, is considered one of the handsomest women in England, though her face lacks expression. Uer husband is a nrcnmienl ti;riman and keeps a largo racing stud at Winyard. Mrs. P. T. Barnum is -?O years old, just half her husband's agc. She is an English? woman, lu r father having been a prosper? ous Lancashire cotton manufacturer. Thc r. '-v raspberry Gladstone origi? nate! with Charles C.-.rpiiitor, Kelly*?