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f The ~Y 1 Holly Copyright, 1003. by G. yvsv; r* "f rises. % - "1 certainly came to tell you," said Mrs. Ward, feeling that she liatl missed n point, "but you could easily have heard It elsewhere." ir*"\ "Who from? Rrendon did not adverk J tlse in the papers that he was stopping with Mrs. Jersey on the night In question." The little woman rose to her feet with an artificial laugh and shook out perfume from her silken skirts. "You re very clever and obstinate, Lord vemiigion, uuc uow win you explaiu this"?sbe pointed to the stiletto?"to tlie authorities?" ^"There will be no need for uie to do that," said Dorrlngton, and took up the weapon. Mrs. Word stretched out her band. "My property, if you please, L>ord Derrington." The old gentleman opened a drawer, dropped the weapon into it and closed the drawer with a snap, "it's locked now," be said coolly. "1 shall take '' 1 charge of this." "How dare you? I Insist"? * "Oh, dear, no! You insist on noth* <'4 ing." Lord Dorrington rose, looking like a giant as he towered over the little woman. "My dear Mrs. Ward," said be quietly, but in bis deepest tones, "I have been very patient with you, but this thing must end. You must promise to bold your tongue about Brendon and"? "And about you, I suppose," she sneered. "About me?" Derrington's tone expressed surprise. "What have you to hold your tongue about as regards me 7" Mrs.' Ward stamped, though as a rule she was not given to betraying violent emotion. "Ob. It's too rldlculousl" sbe snid furiously. "I can say to toe police liow I found tlie stiletto In jour coat." "I should advise you uot to talk to any one about n thing which exists only lu your imagination." "The stiletto"? "What are you talking of, Mrs. Ward?" "It's in that drawer." She pointed to the table. "Ob, dear, no, It isn't," said Derring* ? ton blandly; "there Is no stiletto; there never was one. We have had a nice talk, and now we must part." "Notirttoro I huge had niy-say," said Mrs. Ward savagely. "I. see perfectly well' that' l- .have been foolish to let that stiletto get into yonr hands, but 1 thought I was dealing with a man of honor." "Ah. Mrs. Ward, few of us can aspire w jiiur uign principles!" The sneer Infuriated her. "You can deny the stiletto If you like to the public, but you dare not do so to xne." "Why not? For the soke of argument we will admit the existence of the weapon. You come here with It in yoar hand and state that you found It in my coat?In the lining of the coat By doing so you have defeated your oWn/object. Had you produced the weapon from the coat and showed it to very moment your accusation m&ht 'have held water. Aa it Is the tfc/ng is simply ridiculous. You come here, you accuse me of a crime"? "1 did not accuse you," said Mrs. Ward, beginning to find that Derrlngton was too much even for her. "I believe' Brendon killed the woman?oh, ^Ml You went to the house, and you saw him. He and Mrs. Jersey bad words, as she would" not confess, and Brendon killed her with the stiletto. Then you came In, and to~aave him you put the dagger Into yohr pocket sent him up to bed aqd promised to hol4 your tongue, and"? Harrington laughed. "You have a most vivid Imagination, Mrs. Ward," he sajd, with a shrug; "but, as It happens, you are talking nonsense. 1 was Onot at Amelia square that evening, but t my dub. as any member then present can assure you. I can prove an alibi from the minute I left this house to the minute I returned to And yon here. As to the stiletto you My yon took out of my pocket, that la rub blah. On the whole, I think you had better hold yonr tongue." "If I go to the police they will open that drawer." "Oh, not An Englishman's house Is his castle, you know, and a man la my position cannot be treated In the way you suggest with Impunity. Moreover, Mrs. Ward, there Is ample time to dostroy the stiletto." "Which you wilt do," she said, recovering her composure now that ahe found it was useless to protest. "19o. I wouldn't even mind showing It to the police and saying how you brought It here with anwaeusatlon. If the police can prpve that this Is the weapon with which Mrs. Jersey was stabbed, and If you and the police can prove that the stiletto was In my pocket on the' night of the murder, / then you and the police are extremely ' ^ clever." "OI?, very well," Mid Mrs. Ward, realising ber defeat, "I shall My nothing about you. But Brendon"? "Ton will hold your tonguo about him also. I quite understand how you proposed to hold this stiletto and the tale of Its being discovered In my pocket over we. If I did not consent to the marriage of MJaWetf and WalfrMl?tl .? " , L 'ellow By FERGUS HUME, Author of "The Mystery of n Hansom <ab." Etc. ^ \V. Di'lincharti Company a;-, ?. 1 "She shall uittrry Liiui." "Why do you liate Brendon so?" asked Derrington. "I know he is a strong man. and for the money's sake you do not want him to bo your sonin-law. But even this does not account for your hatred. Why do you ha to him?" "1 have nothing to say." retorted Mrs. Ward, who had flushed and paled alternately during this speech. "Please . see tue to the door." Derrington walked to the door and opened it. with a bow. "Willingly. I think wo understand one another. 1 i tun sorry to ask you to leave mo so soon, as our conversation was most enjoyable. But I have to see a certain Mr. Ireland"? "Is that Rrcndon's guardinu?" asked Mrs. Ward, coining to n sudden stop in the hall. "His former guardian," corrected HaVHtnoton ? .1. "You I" ia making a mistake. Tell that man to be quick calling a cab." And she moved past the stranger, "Pardon," he said politely, "but I wish to speak with you." Derrington bent his bualiy brows. "Let the lady pass," lie said. "Who are j-ou, sir, to stop the egress of my guests?" "My name Is ltodgcr Ireland," said the stronger quietly, "and 1 have been lookinc for that Indv fur over thtrtv 1 years." "What does the uian mean?" asked Mrs. Ward haughtily, hut looking disturbed. "Lord Derrington," said Ireland, "I think If you will permit this lady and me to.J^e a talk"? "Tl^iKr. seems to be some mistake," aid Derrington. "Mrs. Wnrd, will you not wait until we rectify It?" I "No. The man is mad. Let me pass, i sir. There is the cab." But Ireland would not let her pnss. j "Lord Derrington," he said softly, lest the footman should overhear, "this Is the lady who was with your sou when he was murdered." Derrington was not easily startled, but he turned suddenly white. Mrs. Ward shrank back Into the hall. Now that the truth was told she seemed to ' , recover from her fears and to regain , all her tact. "I shall not want the cab at present," she said to the footman. "Tell the man to wait Lord Derrington, if you do not wish these private affairs to be discussed In the presence of the servants we had bettor return to the library." When they found themselves In the library Derrington closed the door and vdnt ta hla ?ao f Ua 1/\a1ta/1 mw/ilt older, having aged in a moat extraordinary manner under the aliock of Ireland's Information. Mrs. Ward was perfectly cool and resumed her former seat. As to Ireland, be let himself carefully down Into the most capacious armchair he could find. Mrs. Ward opened the conversation at once. "You say you saw me at San RemoT" he asked. "I did," replied Irelaud In his hoavy voice. "I was there at the time Mr. Percy Vane was murdered"?Derrington groaned?"and I was at the masked ball where"? *2he Ysgilaul/' said Mrs. Ward. nun UW ?>UU cuum lO know of 111 in, Mrs. Ward?" "I think Dorothy mentioned the name." she said in rather a faltering tone. "Pleare tell your man to call a cab. I sent away the carriage." "Let mo send you home in mine." "No! No, I want to go at once," and he approached the door quickly. "When did you say Mr. Ireland was * coming ?" | Derringtou glanced at his watch. | "He is due now," l.c said and looked at her, wondering why she asked the question. Mrs. Ward's face was turned away. She was dressed in furs and carried a muff. When the door was opened by the footman a gentleman appeared on the threshold. Mrs. Ward lifted her inuff to her face, but not before the stranger had caught sight of her face and had uttered an ejaculation of surprise. "You!" lie said, stepping forward. "What do you mean7" said Mrs. Ward, with her face still hidden. "Lord Derrington, this friend of yours* ~??rDR. I. M ^ DEN1 Grown and Bridge Work a Sr>?oiaWv "Well, you were there. You say you saw rneV" "Iu a bluo domino." "There were plenty of blue domlnos at that ball. At least I should think there were." "Yes, but you wore a sprig of yellow holly. That was why I recognized you when you were masked." "How did you kuow It was I?" "Because early In the evening youwent into a box. I was there talking to the Marchess Beltrami, to whom the box belonged. You removed your musk, and 1 had ample opportunity to observp you." "What reason had you to observe me?" asked Mr^. Ward, Just as though she were counsel examining a witness. "Well," said Ireland, smoothing his face, "you see. I know Mr. Vane very well. lie married u woman of whom 1 was fond." Derrington shifted restlessly In his chair. "Do not be afraid. Lord Derrington. I do not intend to talk of Rosina I.oekwood"? "At present I say nothing," was his lordship's reply, and ho watched the two faces before him with close attention. N "You sow mo unmask in a certain box." said Mrs. Ward quickly. "Do you mean that after all these years, over thirty years, that you recognize me again? I was a girl then. I am a woman now." "Quite so. But you have a mole on your forehead Just above the left eyebrow. I knew you by that. And then I have a splendid memory for faces, and yours"?Ireland bowed gallantly? "is too beautiful to forget easily." Mrs. Ward shrugged her shoulders. "It's a most remarkable memory," she said. "It Is, madam," assented Ireland. "My memory was always considered remarkable. And the fact is that 1 was thinking of the murder almost at the moment I entered the hall. Conse-quently your face was iu my mind's eye. That made the chance of recognizing you more sure. Had I not been thinking of old days 1 might not have guessed so readily who you were." "Why were you thihking of the murder then?" asked Derrington. "Well, my lord, you sent for me to speak with me about Geora?>"-Mrs. Ward gave a short laugh, and Derrington smiled?"so I was naturally thinking of George; such a thought led to my thinking of his parents, and dually 1 remembered the circumstance of your son's death, as I thought you might wish to talk of it, and thciofore desired to get my memory In order. In this way did I recognize the lady." "This- is all very well," fjaId tyrs. Wnrdjr_ "You say you recognize me. Mr. Ireland. Is that your name?" "It Is. but your memory is not so good as mine. We met only once." Derrington was not so sure that Mrs. Ward's memory was not good, for he 1 remembered how she hud tried to get | away before the arrival of Ireland. "G-> on! Go on!" he said irritably. "1 wish to know the worst." "The worst is that 1 am supposed t ? have killed I'ercy Vane," said Mrs. Ward coolly. i>o you accuse me of that?" t'he asked Irclaud. "By i > means. But you were at that bnli"? i "I was, in a blue domino with a sprit,; of holly nt ni.v breast." "And you wi'iv with Mr. Vane?" "No, 1 was no::" "Von went out witfi Mr. Vane." "1 did not. it was my sister." "Your sis to.-'." said Dcrriugton. : "Ilali!" And he relapsed Into silence. Mrs. Ware, shot a suspicious look at him, but '.lib inscrutable face betrayed nothing. "I remember," said Ireland in a slow, prosy way, "that there were two Miss Howards at San Itemo, at the Hotel d'Angleterre. They were with their father, General Howard. 1 never uiet tlieni, but Mr. Ynno went frequently to call at the house." "He did," said Mrs. Ward, "If by house you mean the hotel. The fact is, uiy sister Jenny was In love with Captain Vane"? "I heard It was you," said Ireland distrustfully. "It was my sister Jenny who loved I'ercy Vauc. She would go to the ball and persuaded me to go with her. We slipped out of the hotel and went without a chaperon. Our father would have been shocked had he known, but It was merely the escapade of two schoolgirls. I went with a friend, and Jeu)1V InAkwl (iliont fr?r Mi' V11 nn Wn agreed to meet after an hour uud go Louie. As there were other blue dominos at the hall, wc each wore"?and Mrs. Ward repeated the word to emphasize the fact?"each a sprig of yellow holly. 1 went to a box to havo supper with u certain cousin of mine, and my sister then departed with Mr. Vano." "Why did she leave the ballroom?" asked Derrington. "Because Mr. Vane was shocked. He recognized her voico and made her unmask, lie Insisted on taking her home first, and then intended to return for me, as he could not find me at the moment. They wcut oat together, Mr. Ireland, and tlint is the last I saw of Mr. Vane." "What was the last your sister saw of him?" "She was at the hotel and In our 1 bedroom when 1 returned, which 1 did after looking vainly for her. She Bald that Mr. Vnao had escorted her to 1 the hotel and had left her at the gate 1 at her earnest request, as Jenny was 1 so afraid lest my father should hear of 1 our escapade. She said good night to > V V ' ' *r \ . > > - . < Office Bank Building Union, S. 0 Mr. Vane ami thou went to her room. When we heard of the murder next morning she became very ill and my father took her away. But she always declared to me that she did no', knoit who murdered Percy Vaue." "Did your father ever know that she was in Vane's company on that night?" asked Ireland. "Never! We kept our folly a profouud secret from him." "Did any one else know?" "You did," said Mi's. Ward eharply, "and Mr. Vaue did, and a servant at the hotel?an English servant who at icuumi iu us. Ill met, it was 8110 WllO procured tlio yellow holly by which Jenny and I were to identify one another." , "What was her name?" asked Derrington quickly. "Eliza Stokes." "Ah! I thought so. Mrs. Jersey?" "Yete, Mrs. Jersey. And now, Lord DeTrlngton, you know how I come to take such an interest In the death of that woman." "Yes. But I canuot understand how you came to know that Mrs. Jersey was Eliza Stokes." "That's my business," (lashed out Mrs. Ward. "Oriwhy," pursued Dcrrington, unmoved?"why you sent her the yellow holly "ifj&.ose I was not quite positive if she really was Eliza Stokes. I thought that the yellow holly, being connect ed in her inind with the death of Mr. Vane, would make her betray herself." "It did in a way?but to Brendon. Ho would not have told you." "He would doubtless have told Dorothy, and she would have told me." Ireland, In his thoughtful, ponderous way, turned this matter over in his own nilmi. "Where is your sister now?" he asked. Mrs. Ward replied with some reserve. "I can't toll you that. She went out of her mind for a time after the murder of Mr. Vane, and after she came out of the asylum we were all afraid to live with her. My father put her under some one's charge, and when he died she was allowed an annuity. Her guardian died, and my sister vanished. We made no attempt to lind her, and it was supposed that she had put an end to herself." irelaijd looked at Derrington. "Did you ever meet Miss Jenny Howard, my lord?" he asked. "No,*" said Derrington, "but I hare known. Mrs. Ward for many, many years,*:' "Qitfl?Hwenty," said Mrs. Ward, with an artificial laugh. "We grow old. No, Mr. freln nd, Lord Derrington never I met my sister. Why you ask I cannot conceive!" "Because Lord Derrington Is under a wrong impression, lie has met your sister, and in this very room." "I beg your pardon," began Derrington. "I"? Ireland cut hint short. "She called to see you here about the renewal of the ivuieua square tense." "Miss Bull?" said Lis lordship. "I thought there was something familiar about her face. So Miss Bull is Mrs. Ward's sister?" "She told me so herself," was Irelaud's reply. CHAPTER XVI. BIIENDOX was much astonished a day or two later to receive an Invitation to dine with his grandfather. As CJeorge had fought tlie old man with his own weapons and had come off victor, he did not expect to he pardoned. But in this he was wrong. Derrington, sickened with Walter's milk and water ways, saw in Brendou u worthy successor who would he able to hold his own in will and word and would shed fresh luster on the house. However astonished, Brendou was too much a man of the world to reveal his feelings. On the evening in question he presented himself at the mnusion in tft. Giles s.inure, scrupulously groomed and brushed. Herrington looked approvingly on his dress, which set off a handsome llgure to advantage, and lie unbent so far as to advance to Georgo with outstretched hand. "We had rather a rough Interview. George." he sold, "so I have invited you to smoke the pipe of peace." ^ Brendou shook -the-old man's haud quietly, but without much enthusiasm, lie could not conjecture what Herrington meant by behaving In a v/uy so different from that he usually adopted. Ills liost felt the slack hand clasp and winced 011 seeing the want of response in Brendon's face. "Dinner will be ready soon," said the old lord, waving Broudon to a sent; "only our two selves. I wish to consult you." "Consult me?" George could not keep the astonishment out of his face. "It's rather late In the day, Is it not?" remarked Derrlugton dryly. "But yon see I am old, George, and have not much time to spare. Yes, 1 wish juu iu cou-juit wnn mo after dinner abont?but tliat can come in the courso of our conversation. Meantime lot us talk of anything you like." "The weather, air?" "No, confound you," annpped Perrtngton, with a flash of his old Irritable self; "talk of wlue, wit and women If you like, but spare me platitudes." 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The glassblowers of ancient Thebes are known to have been equally as proficient in that particular art as Is the most scientific craftsman of the same trade of the present day, after a lapse of over forty centuries of so called "progress." They were well acquainted with the art of staining glass and are known to have produced that commodity in great profusion and perfection. Itosselllni gives an illustration of a piece of stained glass known to be 4,000 years old which displayed artistic taste of high order, both in tint and design. In this case the color is struck through the vitrified structure, and he mentions designs struck entirely in pieces from a half to three-quarters of an inch thick, the color being perfectly incorporated with the structure of the piece and exactly the same 011 both the obverse and reverse sides. The priests of P'tah at Memphis were adepts in the glussmakcr's art, and not only did they have factories for manufacturing the common crystal variety, but they had learned the vitrifying of the different colors and of imitating precious stones to perfection. Their imitations of the amethyst and ovlfrc various other colored gems were so true to nature that even now, after I they have lain in the desert sands from 2,000 to 4,000 years, it takes an expert to distinguish the genuine articles from the spurious. It has been shown that, besides being experts iu glassmaklng and coloring, they also used the diamond in cutting and engraving. In the Itrltish museum there is a beautiful piece of stained glass with an en graved emblazonment of the monarch Thothmes III., who lived 3,400 years ago. KEEP UP YOUR ENERGY. Blnnd Erect and Walk n? ThoaRh You Were Somebody. Never allow your physical standard to drop. Keep up your energy. Walk as if you were somebody and were going to do something worth while in the world, so that even u stranger will note your bearing and mark your superiority. if you have fallen into a habit of walking iu a listless, indolent way, turn right about face at once and mako a change. You don't want to shutfle along like the failures we often see sitting around on park benches or lolling about the streets, with their hands in their pockets, or hauutiug intelligence offices and wondering why fate has been so hard with them. You don't want to give people the impression that you are discouraged or that you are already falling to the rear. Straighten up, then! Stand erect! Be a man! You arc a child of the Infinite King. You have royal blood in your veins. Emphasize It by your bearing. A man who is conscious of his kinship with God-?ild of his power and who believes thoroughly in himself -Walks with a *' firm, vigorous step, with his head erect, his chin in, his shoulders thrown back and down, and his chest well projected tn order to give a large lung capacity. He is the man who does things. You cannot aspire or accomplish great or noble things so long as you assume the attitude und bearing of n coward or weakling. If you would be noble and do noble things you must look up. You were made to look upward and to walk upright, not to look down or to shamble along In a scmlhorizontal post non. rui cnaructer. dignity, nobility, | into your walk.?Success. Native Dreii In Tibet. [ The native dress of Tibet consists ' essentially of a very wide gown five find a half feet long, with long sleeves, tightened In at the waist and gathered up so as not to fall below the ankles of the men of quality, or the townsmen, nor below the knees of the common people, who have much walking and work to do. Thus gathered up. the gown puffs out at the breast, forming a huge pocket. At night the wearer lets it fall and Is thus wrapped up from his ears to his feet, as in a bed. Tibetan women wear the some gownit Is called a "chuba"?lotting It hang down to the ankle. Their dress varies according to the locality to which they belong. A Definition. "Diplomacy, Lester," said the henpecked man, replying to the Inquiry of his small son during, it may not be necessary to explain, the temporary absence of the majestic wife of the one and mother of the other, "diplomacy Is what makes a man carve a turkey and unselfishly deal out to his family and the visitors their favorite helps, Including the only portions which he himself really likes and at the same time look like a putty saint."?Smart Set. One Vlrw of Wedlock. An Englishwoman bad had a good deal of trouble with her husband, who^ j according to her account, was a moivI ater of Iniquity. Some one asked why | ahe bod mariied a person of such character. "Well, you see, he ain't my first," wbh the reply. "1 was pertlekler about my flrst. This here's my second, and n bad un at that. But there"?with I a shrug of the shoulders? "he's a shade better than the work'us!" nil Facial Farrow. Mr. Blllson, between whose lower lip and chin there was an unusually deep wrinkle, spoke impatiently to the barber. "Haven't you got my face shaved yet?" be asked. "Not quite, sir," said the barber apologetically, "I haven't dug your ditch yet."?Chicago Tribune. Eggs have their faults, but, at any rate, they are never too freah.?Philadelphia Kecord.