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I ? The Y I I Holly ^ y Copyright. 1005. by G. ty O Bat there was no need? tov fear. 1 Lola was brought up before the rnng- 1 istrates. and evidence was given as to her excitable nature. The old sexton produced the torn register and detailed 4*ow he had been assaulted. lie thought the ludy was queer, himself. Kowluski went into the box, also IBawdsey and George. The result of their evidence as to Lola's forelgu ways was that the magistrate admonished her and Inflicted a small fine. This was triumphantly paid by.Kowlaskl, who returned to town with his ( principal dancer under his jealous eye. More than that, Kowlnskl rnado quite a story out of tho events. It was i knOwh !n London that Lola Velez'had arrested, as all the jLondoo paper's copied the account of .the trial mKlMv I 1 - - * 1 _ nmvu nuu uppvurca in uie country ( & press. Kowlaskl put it about tbnt , S Lola had gone off her head owing to f grief for her dying mother. Few peo- ' W pic believed this, but the public was f M-* pleased to see the favorite again that she was saluted with cheers. In j * few days every one forgot about the matter, which after all did not amount to much. Luckily it was uot stated why Lola had wished to destroy the register. ^Tfcere were several marriage entries k en the page, and no one could say \ which of these she wished obliterated. ' Besides, Brendon got the magistrate to fltuppress the book and not let the press 'report the matter. He accomplished a this by telling the magistrate exactly f how the matter stood". Bo the Judicial I 'authority useil his power, and the . ffcurth estate quailed. Everything was m ehttied in a most satisfactory manner. V. Later on Brendon had copies made I > ~ j - ef-tfce marriage entry of Fercy Vane, ' hSachelor, and Roslfta Lockwood, spinster, and brought them to his grand- i father. The old man read them care- i fully, then laid down the paper with a sigh of relief. "I never thought 1 would be pleased to see that in black and white," be mtd, "but everything in life is strange. 1 and not the least strange thing is that I' kick out Walter to make room for you. By the way, George, he will be here soon." "Have you told him?" ?"?"Ye?rand he- wants to see you about the matter. I said that he could lu &T ' / my presence. What he has to say 1 jgT" don't know. There is another reason for your remaining, George. Mrs. 1 Ward and her daughter are coming ?*;? nere." ** $ "Sho won't be pleased to see me," ' Mid Brendon. "Ob, I think she will. After Ireland ' put her in a corner she grew afraid, and now she would like to see the matter settled at any price. When he Is your mother-in-law, Oeorge, keep bier out of your bouse or there will be trouble! Ah, here Is Walter! . Well, my boy, have ypu come to see your new cousin?" Walter Vane entered the library with an Injured air. He looked ntater and more fragile than ever and wonderej fully old, considering his years. Derf: rlngton looked from him to the fine , V figure of George with a queer look in ( hie eyes. "Walter," said George, "I hope you ] bear me no grudge for stepping Into your shoes." , Walter took the hand in his own limp grasp. "Well, of course, It Is hard on ' , A I "WaU4r, 1 hope you bear me no grudge." i A fellow." he ?BSWere<i In a rathor 1 whining manner, "bat you and I got on well together, ao I would rather It 1 wu you than another fellow. And what about my Income?" asked Wal- ' tar. - ' "Ton will have what you have now," ' said Derrington. "Don't bother me < about the matter. Teu and George 1 can settle It between you." 1 Considering how he had been ousted, Walter really took things very calmly. Bat he had not enough vigor to protest He sighed. His grandfather had cowed him, and Walter profoundly admired his newly found, cousin, who did not hesitate to stand up to the despot 1 He began to think It was a good thing that George had come Into the family. 1 He would gt .least save him?Walter- 1 Areas constant bullying. Thin interest- i 1M ifttsmufttsd tap el lew By FERGUS HUME, Author of "The Mystery of a Hansom Cab," Etc. > *4 Dillingham Company v- ^ ^ ^ Ll'.e entrance of Mrs. Ward, as pert and ?rotly as ever. She had quite recovsred her spirits, and knowing that Her* rinpton would say nothing about the sard cheating or about the San Iteiuo matter, she was prepared to be as insolent as she dared. But she was quite determined not to cross swords again with the old man. As it was, she came sailing in with the prettiest air in the world and held out both hands. "My dear Lord Derrlngton, how well you are lookingl How"? here her astonished eyes fell on George. "You!" said Mrs. Ward, aghast. "Mr. Brendoti, and here!" "Not Mr. Brendon," said Derrlngton, enjoying her confusion, "but my grandson, George Vane." Dorothj^who had remained below to give some instructions to the footman, entered the room just in time to hear this announcement. She tlew to her lover. "My dearest George, I am glad, glad, so glad," and before them all she kissed hi in. Afrs WnrU "Dorothy! What manners!" "Very* good manners," said Derrlngton coolly, "seeing that they ure natural. Well, Mrs. Ward, (Jeorge, uiy grandson and heir." added the old man with emphasis, "has something to say to you." "Iteally. 1 shall be most happy to hear it." George took his cue. "I have to ask you for die hand of your daughter Dorothy," he said. "Really," said Mrs. Ward again, "I don't know. I fancied that ,>yalter, you see"? And she cast her eyes on the neut little man. "Oh, I scratch," said Walter, in his elegant way. "There's no fighting against George. lie has all the luck." "You call hiin George?" "Why shouldn't 1? He's my cousin, the head of the house"? "When I go to my long home," finished Derrington. "Well, Mrs. Ward, do you consent to the match?" "Do, mother," said Dorothy imploringly. Knowing what Derrington knew and how obstinate both lovers were, Mrs. Ward did not see very well what else she could do. After a few sighs and having squeezed n few tears she cried to her daughter in a muilled voice expressive of deep emotion, "Dorothy, my dear child, do you love George?" "Yes." said Dorntliv ulmrwiv "Va? ? *VU know I love Lira." "George, do you love my child?" "I do," replied George curtly. "It Is hard," said Mrs. Ward, with a deep sigh, "to see a child leave its parent. But you love her, you have won her." Ilere she rose and, raising Dorothy from her knees, gave lipr te George. "Take her, George, and tfifh her take a mother's blessing." The Idea of Mrs. Ward's blessing was too much for Walter, and he went off into a shriek of laughter which euded in his leaving the room. George was quite unmoved. lie thanked Mrs. Ward and "kissed Dorothy. Then he took her to a distant seat near the window, where they could talk sensibly. Lord Herring ton was left to console the alliicled mother. This he proceeded to do immediately. "Egad, you did it well," he said, looking at the pretty woman. "I don't believe Miss Terry or Mrs. Siddons COUld have dnni> it hnltoi- " Mrs. Ward saw that it was useless to hide the truth from this keeu eyed old uiau any longer. "Oh, dou't be uusty," she said plaintively and rustled up to hlin. "Of course I wuntcd Dorothy to inurry Walter, but Georgo does Just us well." "Well," said Derrlngton, "you care very little about Dorothy, and you don't like George. When they are inurrled you must stop away as much qb is consistent with your feelings." "I'll do what 1 like." said Mrs. Ward, beginning to tup her foot. "No; I don't think you will. You threatened inc in this room." "I was only playing a game," protested Mrs. Ward. "Well, I can play a game also. Mrs. Jersey has left behind her a eonfession In which she detulls how you inuuaged to cbeut your sister, Miss Bull. If you don't leave that couple severely alone I shall show the confession to Dorothy." "I never did anything to my sister. Mrs. Jersey tells lies"? Derrlngton made a gesture of disgust. "There?there," he said, "what is the use of talking further? Things ure settled. When Dorothy and George are married I'll see what I can do for you." "Oh, thank you, dear Lord Derrlngton," she suld artlessly and pressing bis arm. "I know you are the most generous of men. But I really can't stop talking here all day." Sbo rustled over to Dorothy. "My darling, I must go and do some shopping. No; you can stay here. 1 will call again In an t?our." CHAPTER XXIV. IT was the next day that George went to see Ireland. At the door he was informed that Ireland had been very ill with his heart and that the doctor hi.d been called in. Nevertheless Ireland would not obey the advice of his physician and stay In Ded. He was up and dressed as usual ind In his study, ftma.int?ra4 th*. large won *J*4 Wfc. ?? CM??? ^ DR. I. M .DEN' Crown and Bridge Work a Specialty. . saw his former guardian seated at his desk a- usuui. The man looked very ill. Ills large, placid face was extremely p..lc, there were dark circles under his eyes, und he even seemed to have grown lean. Ills clothes hung loosely on him, and he did not rise when George entered. "Excuse me, George," he said, with an attempt at cheerfulness, "hut I am not so well as 1 might he." "You are looking ill?very ill," suid George, taking his seat. Irelnud nodded. "I can't live long," he remarked in his heavy voice. "So the doctor informs me. My heart is extremely weak. It's as bad as it well can he. For the last few days I have deviated sadly from my usual habits. I have not taken a walk, and my system of life is quite upset, it's the beginning of the end." lie paused and sighed. "You are looking well, George." "I have every reason to. Mrs. Ward has consented to my marriage." "With her daughter? How is that?" "Well, tlio church where my parents were married has been discovered. The marriage has been proved beyond a doubt. My grandfather has seen the copy of the certificate and now holds it." "Is he pleased?" "Very pleased. lie is now as friendly toward me as he has been hitherto hostile." Ireland nodded, hreuthiug heavily. "I thought he would be. He and 1 had a long talk about you on the duy 1 called. That wus when I saw Mrs. Ward and"? "You eau go on," said George, seeing his hesitation. "I know the whole story." "What story?" asked Ireland suspiciously*. 4 . "The story of what happened at San Ilcmo. Mrs. Ward I know was Violet Howard, and lier sister Jenny Is Miss Bull." "Yes. Toor Jenny, she was the better of the two, and now she drags out a miserable life in a London lodging house. While Violet, who is n bad woman"? "And the mother of Dorothy," interrupted George imperiously. "Say no more, sir." "You are quite right. As I can't say good of the woman, let me say no bad. Well, you know how she loved your father." "1 think she flirted with him, but it was Jenny who really loved." "And look at her reward!" said Ireland, with a deep sigh. "Those who try to do their best always come off worst. I loved your mother, George, and 1 have been a lonely man all my life." It was a sad case. George wished to get at the truth, but he was so sorry for Ireland, who had passed so many miserable years, that ho did not like to inflict more pain. Nevertheless it' was necessary to learn if Ireland had really visited Mrs. Jersey on that night j so as to set Bawdsey's mind at rest. If i George did not learn the truth Bawd-' sey might attempt the discovery, and he would handle the old man in a much worse manner than George was likely to do. While pondering how he could set about his unpleasant task George was saved from making the first step, always the most difficult, by an observation from Ireland, which paved the way to an explanation. "How did you discover the church?" he asked Idly. "In rather a queer way. Lola Velea"? Ireland opened his eyes, which had been closed, and looked up. "Who 13 Loln-TTelez?" he asked anxiously. "She Is a dancer whom I helped?oh, quite Ina proper way, Mr. Ireland. You knoW thetname?" Ireluud, contrary to George's expectation, nodded. "There was a woman In San llcmo about the time of your father's death. She was called Velez and was in love with him." "He seems to have been a fascinating man," said George, smiling, to set Ireland at his ease. "But this Lola Is the daughter of the woman you mention. It was she who found the church." By this time Ireland was quite awake and keenly anxious for detuils. "How did she learn its name?" he demanded quickly. "She found it in the confession of Mrs. Jersey." Ireland snapped the paper cutter he Was holding, and, leaning back in his clmir, looked anxiously at George. "What do you mean?" "Well," replied the young man, keepLIm ~~~~ * 1 iUK ui? i7V? liAtu ua Aitriitiju n muv, 11 seems that Mrs. Jersey left u confession behind her as to what took place at San Remo." "Who has thut confession?" "I have! I got it from Lola!" "And how did she manuge to obtain it?" For answer Georgo related how Lola had culled to see Mrs. Jersey, and how she hnd managed to steal the confession. "It was from rending it," finished George, "that she leurned of the church in which my parents were married. Desiring that I should marry her, and thinking I would not do so were my birth proved, she went to the church to destroy the registers. She wus caught with torn leaves and urrested." "Arrested ?" "Yes. I wonder you did not see the case reported in the papers." "I have been too ill to read the papers lately," said Ireland, looking round the room in rather u helpless way, "and none of my servants told me. Offioe Bank Building Union. 8. C What havf-ened "Oh, laUn '?t off with a small flue. Sl.e Is now hack dauciug at her music She gave the confession to me."* "Did any one else see it?the authorities V" : "No.v You can set your mind at rest, Mr. Ireland. 1 got it from Lola before Bke was taken to prison. No one hud seen it but myself and Lord Derrington." Ireland drew a long breath of relief. "You made n strange remark just now, George," he said, not looking at the youug\tnnn. "You told me to set my mind at rest. Why did you say that?" "I huve read the confession," said George quietly. "Then you kuowV" "I kuow that iny father's death was due to an accident" "What! Did that wretched woman tell the truth?" "She told the truth." "And she did uot accuse me of having murdered your father?" "No: She did uot. 1 suppose she thought it was as well to go to her long home with as few sius as possible on her conscience." "Thank Clod for that," said Ireland. "George," he said in faltering tones, "I have suffered greatly on account of that most unhappy accident. Your father and 1 were not very good friends, as I found it diiiicult to forgive him for having taken from me the woman I loved, but ut Sun ltemo we got on better together. 1 stilled my reseutrneut so that 1 might sec as much of you as possible, George. Knowing that I was not on good terms with Vane, 1 thought that Mrs. Jersey might have accused uie of the crime. She did try to get money out of me." I "Ho Bawdsey told me." "Bawdsey. Who is hcV" "I forgot you don't know. lie is a ' detective who has been looking after the case on behalf of Lord Derrington. I learn from the confession of Mrs. Jefsey that he is her husband." "George Rates. 1 remember. She told me she married him and went to America. It wus after.her return from America that she tried to get money out of me. I refused. Not that 1 did not realize the danger to which she could expose me, but I knew that if 1 once yielded I would be in her power. Besides, I had a defense, as she got the stiletto from the woman Velez." "And it was with that same stiletto that Mrs. Jersey was killed." y "JJy whom?" asked Ireland. "Did her husband"? "JSo. We do not know who killed hfr??. Perhaps you may know?" "I! Ireland looked genuinely surprised. "No. How should I know?" "Well," said George, rather awkwardly, "it seems that Bawdsey has got it into his head that you knew I about this confession. That you were afraid it would he published after her death and that you went to the house 'ou that night to get it. lie doesn't exactly accuse you of the murder, but"? ' "I don't know what else you would call his statements but accusations," retorted Ireland, with some heat, "but I never was near the house. I certainly thought that Mrs. Jersey might leave some such confession, but I never nsfced her about it." "Then you cannot guess who killed her?" "No. I was never near the house. 1 was in bed and asleep. My servants will tell you so." "I need not ask them," said George quickly. "I never thought you were guilty, and I only came to receive your uouumuicou iii?il i 111111l ieir uawasey and prevent him troubling you." "If Bawdsey eotnes here I'll soon make short work of him," said Ireland sharply. "I am not nfrakl." "You need not he. Mrs. Jersey's own confession exonerates you." "I don't mind even that. I would have fnced the worst had It to be faced. I never was a coward except in me thing." He paused and looked timi.'.ly et (loorge. "1 shrank from telling you how I was the unliapity cause of \ our father's death." "Yon were not the cause, in my opinion. Mrs. .Jersey was the cause." "Well, i thought you would shrink from me did you know all." "I do know all. and I do not shrink from you," replied (leorge. leaning across the desk to shake Ireland's luiud. "It was a pure accident and has been related by your enemy." "I am so glad the truth Is known to you at last," faltered the old man, "and that you see how unconsciously I caused the death. I shall lie down forever. But I am glad you know. I am glad you are not angered." "We nrc the best-of friends, Mr. Ireland. You have always been kind to me. I am afraid my visit bas beeu too mucli for you." "No. I nin glad you cniue. I am glad you spoke out. 1 always Intended to do so, but I feared lest you should blame me." By this time they wore ascending the stairs, fionrirn I.nniliin?n.l ? .' man to lils room and sent for the doctor. Ireland undressed und got to bed. Then he insisted on George leaving him. "Hut you are 111," protested the young man. "I am dying. But what of that? I am glnd to die. I shall meet Itoslna again after long, long years of sorrow. Go, George. We understaud one another, and you have forgiven me. There is no more to be said." "There Is nothing to forgive," replied 0eorgp softlyThen, to hupioy bis old guardian, lie departed. A strong grip of the hand was exchanged between tbein. George left the room und saw Ireland lying as still as any corpse. Only his lips moved, and they murmured continuously, "Itosina, Kosinat" He wus true to the woman ho loved to the very end. George left the house, as there was nothing he could do, but he Intended to call in aguiu. Meanwhile he repaired to Amelia square to see Bawdsey. Derringtou wished him to tell tho detective to stop looking after the case und discharge him from his employ- , meat. In his pocket George had a check for ?1,000, and when this was paid the whole case was to be rclegat- ; ed to obscurity. The sooner Bawdsey married Lola and went to America the better, Derringtou thought. And for his own sake Bawdsey would hold his tongue, seeing what u close connection he was of the dead woman. Buwdscy was at home and saw George at once. lie looked rather excited and could hardly keep his seat. "Well, Mr. Brendou," he asked, "what Is It?" "I should rather ask you that," said George. "You seem excited." "Not very. Only I have been fortuuate in some business, and"? "What is the business?" "I'll tell you that later. What is yours?" | "A pleasant one," rejoined George. "Here is the chock for ?1,000 which my grandfather promised jpou. Marry Lola and go to the States aud stop searching for tho assassin of Mrs. Jersey." i "Thank you," replied Bawdsey, taking the check eagerly; "your grandfather is a prince, Mr. Brendou. As to the ease, why should I stop searching?" "You will never flud the assassin." "Pardon me," said Bawdsey in high glee. "I have found the assassin. Miss Bull killed Mrs. Jersey." ?to be continued.) THE LAND OF NICOTINE. Smoking 8eem? to Be an Knnenttal l'art of Japnneae I.lfe. I think every man, woman and child in Japan smokes. This may be an exaggeration, especially as regards the children, but it is no exaggeration to say that Bmoklng is as much a part of the everyday life of the people as is eating or drinking, and it is indulged in by women with tho same innocent, nonchalant enjoyment as is exhibited by the men. It was a bit of a shock to me when I first came to Japan to come face to face with this fact before I had an opportunity to form any sort of impressions of the little women in whom I was prepared to be so interested. I landed at Nagasaki and almost immediately took a train for MoJI, whence I was to go for a trip through the interior. It was early morning, and, belug In the midst of the rainy season, everything was soggy damp. The first class carriage Into which I was shown was anything but first Class; it was unclean and badly ventilated, and its only other occupants were two Japanese ladles and a man. The women had evidently Just finished breakfasting In the car and were now sitting on their feet upon the seat absolutely enwrapped in clouds of the most evil smelling smoke, which they puffed from long elgnrettes. They were beautifully dressed in silk kimonos and were undoubtedly gentlewomen. I knew that even then, when I had seen bo few, and I must confess I was rather annoyed, becnusc their daintiness seemed to bo eutlr?)7 <l?atrnroJ. But after a residence of months I think I would rather Bee them smoke than not. They do it so daintily, so innocently, with such frank enjoy, uent, and so constantly, that it seems a very part of their quaint Japplness.?Eleanor Franklin in Leslie's Weekly. A Widow'* Charm. There is nothing that need to perplex one in the secret of a widow's charm. She is simply saturated with wisdom of the particular kind needed in dealing with men. She has lived ! with one of the number, wintered and I ' summered him and learned when to hold her tongue and when to be loquacious. She may be past mistress I In the art of keeping out of the way until her society is very much wanted, and that Is the acme of wisdom. There are times when every human being needs to be alone, to flgbt out the little 111 tempers, shed the necessary tears or make repairs In one's personal appearance.?Detroit News. The Beaedr. "I have a premonition!" hoarsely whispered she, pulling out her first gray hair. "Premonition of what?" growled her husband. "A premonition that 1 shall dye tonight."?Houston Post. Hie nepe. Elder?go you're to be married, eh? I hope you fully realize that it's a serious stop. Younger?Well, If I never realize that it -was. a serious misstep I'll be satis?ed?? Philadelphia Press. Two Different Thin**. XT-vlt ft- m - anen?do sues lauen in love wiui young Roxley. Belle?You don't sayl Nell?Why, surely you heard about It7 Belle?No. I merely heard she was going to marry him.?Exchange. That Is the tragedy of every woman's life. She Is pretty for a few years and old for a great many.?Mrs. Crnlgle. PERT PARAGRAPHS. One girl says that marriage is no longer a lottery; It is make good or pay alimony now. I- ?> Humor and Philosophy By DUNCAN N. SMITH , > i Copyright, 1904, by Duncan M. Smith, SEEING THINGS. i He was certain that the nation To the dogs was going fast; Sure that every indication 8howed the pinnacle was past. Future prospects looked quite yellow. And he blamed the money kings. For this warped and twisted fellow llad a way of seeing things. Congress, he was very certain. Couldn't do a single thing. Ab he drew aside the curtain There was one gigantic ring Plotting for the land's undoing. Buying votes and pulling strings? For this creature, fuming, stewing, Had a way of seeing things. Nothing could be gained by hiding. For the nation was, Itwas plain. To dcmnltlon bowwows riding On a mile a minute train, Bwlfter than a western rabbit Scoots out when a bullet sings? For he, Just through force of habit. Had a way of seeing things. Thus in every public question There was lurking loads of woe. For ho had a poor digestion And a liver that was slow. That explained the situation. That accounted for his (lings, For his mental dissipation And his way of seeing things. As to Whiskers. The Japanese think they represent the highest type of development because In the process of evolution they have almost eliminated whiskers. To them a thick growth of underbrush iu which the Held mice may build their nests and rear their young does not represent the highest type of civilization. Just how they learn to conduct wars, run the polities of the country and pick the winners In the liorse ruce without hanging around n barber shop Is not quite clear, but ns they manage to do these things It Is evidence they have some avenues of information unknown to the Caucasian races. If they are correct In their surmise, it explains why the beardless youth In this country knows so much more than his bewhlskercd father. The Fly In the Ointment. Yes. Horace . Is pleasant and sweet as can His waltz step's Just suited to mine. He certainly shows much attention I think that his [a m tenor Is fine. I'm sure that he ~ means to proI'm sorry I must him He an lncome keep me In hose? Alas, for his fatal defect! Explanation. "bdc married a man twenty years her Junior." "I didn't think she was worth aa much niouey as all that." Depends on the Kind. "A half loaf Is better than no bread." "I dou't know," suld Mr. Newlywed sadly. "Have you e?er tried any of my wife's bread." Comfort Dictates. Ono hour of sleep, tho doctors say. At night beats two hours In the day. But who has will to heed the warning If he can snooze throughout the morning? Reason Enough. The Parrot?Why did the crow leave his last place? The Owl ? lie was discharged for caws. PERT PARAGRAPHS. It is only lu books that children cry for bread. In real life they howl for pie. It Is the man who travels on half fare who wants two seats. Nothing is meaner than a boy unless it Is two boys. No Derson so intensely loves his country as the man who has a fat contract for furnishing l.t supplies. It Is said on good authority that tin* automobile face Is no relation to the horse laugh. Some men love their country for vC W) the office8 ^ ij*8 A ruu on a I V y bank Is not con\\J\Jsldered good exnffi vL-Jf \ U erclae by the It Is always a young man witb money that the girls want to marry for the purpose of reforming him. When a man works half a day and rests the other half he may be said to have a half loaf. A dentist cannot see why. any one should consider a baby pretty until after It has a full set of teeth. Almost everybody has an aim In Mf* but some of us hate dreadfully to peg away at target practice. The man who has money to born doesn't have to. Be can afford eosL