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this time had not moved from his seat
all day, now rose and walked to the
other end of the car. Zona trembled
with fear. He, reached under the seat
and took out a small handsatchel,
which he opened.
Was he going to get a. revolver? No,
it would be a knife. Zona put her
hand to the window and made a des-
perate effort to open it, that she might
be ready to call the guard. The man
heard and turned; he came quickly for-
ward: “Allow me,” he said.
‘ “Oh, no, thank you,” said Zona. has-
tily. She felt sure he had designed her
purpose and that there was covert me-
nace in his tone.
He settled down in his corner again
and Zona cast furtive glances at him
and always when she looked he with-
drew his gaze from her.
“What a powerfully built fellow he
is,” went her thoughts. “What a vil-
lainous countenance. One can see he
is a. desperate fellow. How foolish ]
was to let my watch and ring be seen!
I am sure he is looking at my ring.”
Now the ring was a beautiful dia-
mond, given to Zona by her mother
and Zona, with a disregard of conven-
tionality, wore it on her finger which
is usually set apart to carry the signal
of engagement. Therefore,-his thoughts
were, “Engaged! Well, I don’t won-
der, she surely is the loveliest girl 1
ever saw. I wonder who the happy fel-
low is.” '
‘I beg you pardon,” he said aloud.
“You look wearied. Do you go much
further?”
“An Englishman wouldn’t speak
without an introduction,” thought Zona
“if he hadn’t sOme design."
“I don’ t know, sir.’
“You have never been in this part
of the country before,” he said tenta—
tively.
She answered in brief monosyllables
to this and several other remarks, and
he perforce, relapsed into silence.
“He wants to make me'talk and
throw me off my guard,” thought Zona;
again attempting to Open the window,
and this time with success. All at once
she felt a sharp sting, and a shriek
from her mingled with the yell of the
engine, as it gave vent to its joy of
emerging into daylight again. The
man was at her side.
“I beg pardon for intruding; are you
hurt?” he asked anxiously.
Zona thought his anxiety was caused
by fear lest the guard might have
heard her scream. At the same time
she became conscious that the pain was
in her right eye. A 'cinder from the
open window had lodged in it.
“If you would let me,’ said the
stranger, producing from his pocket. a
handker chief. ,
“ Chloroform ! ” flashed through
Zona’s brain, and she shrieked out,
“No! don’t come near me.”
“Poor thing!” thought the would-be
Samaritan. “She must suffer- dread-
fully. ” '
Then aloud, “I am sure if you Would
only—-”
“Np; I tell you, ” said Zona, vehe-
mently, With a stamp of her foot.
The can subsided into his corner and
'l'9Zona,.with her eye fast swelling, bit-
terly repented he'r temerity in taking
the journey. ‘ ‘
“I’ll never travel alone again! Oh,
dear! I don’t suppose I’ll ever travel at
all again." I have laughed at dear
mamma, and thought her fussy. I
ought to have considered that she knew
the world better than I. ”
And then came a long whistle. The
man in the corner rose, snatched up
his satchel, the guard unlocked the
door, “Newcastle, ma'am;_ you’re at
your journey’s end,’ ’and he picked up
her valise.
such a sense of relief Or will any other
face ever be so welCome to her as was
that of the burly guard, as he made
this announcement to “her? She was
safely on the platform, and a coach-
man narrowly watching the passen-
gers, stepped up to her, saying—
“Mr. Mowbray’s carriage for
Sheldon. ”
“I am she,” she said in a voice which
her mother would not have recog-
nized. '
“Let me have, your valise, then,” said
the coachman, extending his hand.
He opened the door, and Zona, step-
ping into 'the carriage, sank back on
the cushions and burst into hysterical
tears.
The man Who had been in the corner
standing with his satchel in his hand,
gave a low whistleas the sight met his
gaze through the windOW. Walking
forward to the coachman he said,—
“Give me a lift, Riley; I guess I'll
1ide with you.”
"All right, Mr. John,” said the coach.
man, lifting up the satchel. “Come
down from Edinbro, sir?” ‘
“Not directly, Riley. Let me down
'at the gate. and don’t tell them Ive
come. I want to have a bit of a joke
with them. ”
“Hall right, sir.
“So that is the travelled young lad -y,
who is to be bridesmaid to- -rn01row,
and stand up with me! If I’m not
mistaken, she will be in no condition
to stand up.”
He swung himself lightly down at
the gaté. The carriage was driven up
to the hall. Zona was helped out nd
1' waiinly c*1eeted by her f1iend, Louise,
while Riley, to avoid answering ques—
tions. drove away. ’
The first greeting over, Louise looked
, about her.
‘ “Where is' Riley?
{John come? I-thought maybe
i would come with you;
1 to London a few days ago.”
“No, there was no one with me only
. up...” _- ._
Miss
he
The man in the "corner, who up to
- not notice your looks at all.
Will Zona Sheldon ever again know"
1—.
Didn’t Cousin,
he went down
‘Tnnnvnnrn
a horrid——-—” and here mysteries again
threatened her.
“My dear Zona, ” said Louise, notic;
ing her agitation, “let me take you in:
ybu are positively“; trembling with
cold.”
“Oh, yes;
while! I had a dreadful time!
you all about it.
And in LOuise’ s snug room the pros-
pective bridesmaid recounted her woes,
and was pitied and comforted, and as-
sured that she should not be allowed
to go back alone. ,
“Cousin John Pierpont, who is going
to be best' man, is going down, and he
will see you safely back. You know,
he is an American, a graduate in med-
icine, and has been studying in Edin-
burgh. He is going to spend this win-
ter in the London hospitals, and-I know
you. will like him. I hear a bustle now.
I believe he has come. Will you ex‘
cuse me till I go down and see?”
Of course Zona would, and Louise
soon ran up again. *
“Yes, it is he; and now, dear, dinner
do let me get up- -stairs 3
I’ll tell
is ready. Let me help you.”
“Oh, Louise, dear, you must excuse
me from dinner. I can’t go down with
this horrible black eye.”
Thus Louise went down alone to
dinner, where she related in full the
sad journey which her friend had.
“Would she recognize the villain, do
you suppose?” asked Dr. Pierpont, who
had listened with much interest to
Louise’s recital.
“I don’t know indeed,” said Louise.
“She says he was a tall, powerful fel-
low—very sinister looking.”
“You had better let me see her eye,
at all events,” said her cousin. “If you
don’t she will not be fit for duty to‘
morrow.”
“Zona,” said Louise, as she came in
after dinner, “Cousin John thinks you
had better let him examine your eye.
He says it is dangerous to let the in-
flammation run on, and he thinks 'it
will be quite well to-morrow if you
get a good night’s rest.” .
“Well, if you wish it. I don’t want
to spoil your wedding, after all.”
“Miss Sheldon,'my cousin, Dr. Pier-
pont,” said Louise as she ushered in
the doctor. Zona, whose vision was
much impaired by the sore eye, did not
recognize him as the man in the cor-
ner. He merely bowed.
“A clean pocket handkerchief, Lou-
se,” he said cheerfully.
At the sound of his voice Zona looked
11p quickly. A twinkle shone in John
Pierpont’s blue eyes.
“Now, Miss Sheldon, one moment,
and it is out,” he said.
“What instant relief!” exclaimed
Zona. “Thank you, doctor.”
“You are quite welcome,” he replied.
“By to-morrow I hope you will have
quite forgotten it.”
There was little sleep that night for
Zona Sheldon. 1
Sleep came atlast, and Zona woke
radiant as ever. She dressed and went
into the park to settle how she should
meet Dr. Pierpont. But it was settled
for her; a sudden turn in the path
brought her face to face with him. A
moment’s confusion—a flush that dyed
her whole face, and then the smile on
his bec‘ame contagious-end she burst
into a peal of merry laughter, which
he echoed.
“Dr. Pierpont,” she said, “I hope
you will be merciful and keep my se-
cret.”
“I am not likely to tell a secret so
much to my disadvantage. What was
it? Villainous ”
“Please doctor,” she implored, “I did
I had
parted with my senses.”
“Very well, then,” he said.‘ It is a
compact. Let us go back to the house
for breakfast and say no more about
it.”
Had not the whole \household been
absorbed in the wedding that there was
a secret understanding between the
compatriots which quickly ripened into
intimacy. '
“And Zona is to go back to London
under your escort, John?" said Louise.
“Provided she is not afraid to travel
with me,” he said, with a laughing bow
to Zona.
A smile was her only answer.
They were seated—the sole occupants
of the compartment.
“Will you tell me one thing?” said
Zona. “What was it you took out of
your satchel, and put in your side pock-
et?”
“So you don’t wholly trust me, even
yet, " he said, with a smile. “It was a
mirror. You looked at me with such
a. horrified face that I thought there
must be something wrong with my
looks. Now will you answer me a ques-
tion? Had you made up YOur mind
what to do if the worst came to worst?”
“Yes,” she said laughing. “I was go-1
ing to take off my watch and ring and
offer them to you, as well as my purse.
I fancied you looked at my ring, par-
ticularly. ” .
‘ I did,” he said, after a pause, “be-
cause you know the finger you wear it
on. May I ask, Miss Sheldon. if there
is any particular significance in it?”
“It was given me by my mother,” she
said simply.
“Then,” he said, “will you give me
the right to put one on that finger?”
“I am very grateful, indeed, Dr.
Pierpont,” said Mrs. Sheldon, late in-
the evening, as the three sat in her
pallor, “that my daughter has had your
cempany. I neve rfeel safe to harm a
lady travel unattended in a com.-
pa1t——-—”
Her auditors glanced at each othei
and burst into uncont1 oliable laughter.
—Atlanta Constitution.
The happiest man that walks this‘earth
is he who earns his living;
Receives God’s bounties with one hand,
While with the other giving. '
, Dansville Breeze.
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I of the evening.
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SASHES EOGED WIT-H FRILLS.
Lace Skirt. Shaped to Fit; the Hips by the
Lace Maker.
(By Special Arrangement with the N.Y. Sun.)
The fichu, and especially the Marie
Antoinette fichu with a succession of
frills across the ends, is worn with
great efiect by the right woman,“ who
understands how to arrange it coquet<
liShly in a soft knot and fasten it in
place with jewelled pins. Fichus are
decidedly pretty with the low evening
bodice, and tlmy can be purchased all
made of various soft materials, and
the ruffles headed with a. row of
spangles.
A turquoise grenadine is made very
pretty with a white chiffon fichu bor-
dered with Valenciennes lace frills, a
white moire‘vest, and lace edged frills
of grenadine on the skirt. Another
pretty idea is a pale blue muslin trim-
Ined on the skirt with broad tucks al-
ternating with insertions of Valen-
:iennes lace to the knee. The bodice
has a little coat of lace and a vest of
cream net embroidered with a design
in blue baby ribbon. Pretty bodices
are made of white lisse bands, alter-
nating with lace insertion sewn on
with white or colored satin baby rib-
5011, and tucked bodices are very com-
mon with thefiou'nced skirts and a
pretty sash, the latest of which is made
of hemstitched ribbon. Sashes of taf-
feta silk or ribbon, edged all around
with a frill of- chiffon or the material
of the gown, and striped across the
ends with lace insertion, are worn with
the organdie gowns and pretty lace,
grenadines. The latter material is
one of the choicest of the season for
iressy gowns. It comes in a variety
1f colors,.which are very effective over '
the silk linings. Lace dresses, too, are
rery fashionable, and the most elegant
ace skirts are-made and shaped ly
:he lace makers to fit the hips, and fall
’n the fashionable fulness at the bot-
:om, the absence, of seams being a
great advantage in this sort of gown.
Another material which is very pop.
ilar is gaze diabolique, a gauze with a
coarse canvas ground and an open.
work pattern. One of these gauzes- ir
slack and white is mounted on yellow
silk with a very curious effect. White
chiffon frills and ve‘st are the finish.
Jon-es asked his wife:
“Why is'a husband like dough?"
He expected she would give it up.
and he was going to tell'her it was
“because a woman needs him,” but
she said it was because was “hard to .
get off her hands.”
Then Jones was silent for the res.
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CAKE 0F TOILET SOAP IN EVERY PACKAGE.
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THE LEGHORN HAT.
A Difl‘erent Thing in Sunny Italy [rum
What we Know It Here.
The Leghorn hat in the land of its
birth would hardly know for its twin
the rose-wreathed chiffon—adorned af-
fair whose brim dances'at every fash-
ionable garden party from Maine tc
California. In Italy the Leghorn hat
is one of the important crops fron:
Siena on the south to beyond Florence
on the north. Children begin to braid
straw as soon as they kick off the quee1 .
swaddling clothes in which they are
wrapped and strapped in infancy.
Young girls take rank as to marriage
eligibility accordingto the number 01
fancy weaves they know. Women
walk the streets with their aprons
stuffed full of straw, as if they were
about to bed down cattle or start a
julep factory. The plump, round ball.
of braid is pinned at the left side oi
the waist and the clean white straws
twinkle in the busy fingers like knit-
ting kneedles. In every doorway sits
a group sewing braids. vayou rap a1
a. gate a half-finished hat hangs from
the apron-string of the white-headed
crone, who opens it.
Fashions change from year to yeai
in the last straws, and other fancy
braids, such as are madey. for example.
at Friesole, where thewealthy Floren-
tines for centuries have made theii
summer homes; but the Leghorn hat
endures. The peasant girls of Siene
wear it as constantly as the women 01
Southern Italy’ their gay handkerchiefs
Tilted well back upon the head and -
untrimmed or circled with a bright
plaid ribbon, ts broad brim flaps 211
every step, and a troop of girls stir up
more than their customary breeze. The
brim is never wired, but changes shape
like an animated fiapjack, or a lively
flounder just out of water. 5
. Long. earrings, Leghorn hat and
shoulder kerchief are all that is left 01
'the peasant costume of that part .01
Italy, but they form by themselves a
picturesque ensemble.
The Leghorn is part of the “cesium“
de pension” of some of the convent
schools of Southern France. and I
never seen in better advantage than
when trimmed with the long, white os-
trich plumes and worn with the sim-
ple frock of the little French school-
girls—New York Tribune.
1 _—-—-—I‘-F’. ' . ...‘-
The'Smflilest Pit-lice Foi‘ce.
There is one country in the world,
according 'to the Boston Globe, and
probably only one, which gets along
with a single, policeman. That is Ice-
land.
Iceland is peopled by the descendants
of Vikings, including many famous
warriors and heroes, but they are so
law—abiding that they have no need 01
policemen.
The solitary officer, in spite of his
apparently great respdnsibility, has a
very easy time. He is maintained
more for ornament and dignity than
for use. The Icelanders think it would
not do to have a capital without a p0<
liceman, and so they keep one.
The Iceland police force is large in
one sense. Its single member is six
feet high, broad-shouldered, ant}
handsomely uniformed.
i’aperhanglng by Machinery. .
Paper can now be hung by machin-
ery, The device has a rod on which
a roll of paper is placed, and a paste
reservoir with a feeder placed so as
to engage the wrong side of the paper.
The end of the paper is fastened to
the bottom of the wall, and the ma-
chine started up the wall, being" held
in place by the operator. A roller fol-
loWs the paper as it unwinds and press
as it. against the wall. When the to:
)f the wall is reached, the operator
mils a string which cuts the paper of
11cm the roll—London Weekly.
Not Up 0n"the Game.
Reuben—“Gosh! Cynthy, thar’s swift
retribution for ye—a man dies jist af-
ter committin’ thievery! ”
Cynthia—“What does it say, Reub ?”
Reuben (reading account of ball
game). —“ ‘Murphy was struck on the
1 head by the pitcher, went to first, stole
a base. but died while napping!"
UPSET BY A LEMON.
ItsRcmarknblo Effect; Upon a Band, 0‘ '
Street Musicians,
Did you ever, in a spirit of friskiness
suck a lemon in full gaze of the mem
bers of the Electric Band, while the: '
were engaged in rendering those swee
,and seductive strains for which the:
have become noted? Well,‘don't. No
before any other band, for it may no
be such a scathless escape as a-bo:
met with who figures as a principal ii
a story a friend relates, says the Mo
Keesport Times. >
It was,,when the little German bani
was playing for drinks before saloon
and incidentally picking up, some smal
coin of the realm at other busines »
houses. In front of a Demmler she]
they started to tear the “Wacht An
Rhine” to pieces. They fared prett:
well, and had switched off to “SWee
Rosy O’Gridy” when a small, boy, W111
had evidently been put up .to do th-
'trick, made his apeparanee and st001
near the band. ~’I-Ie was sucking a lem
on, and at his appearance a look 0'
disgust spread over the faces of all th1
members of the band. One by one tip
musicians gradually dropped out of th-w
game until at last there was left onl:
the bass horn player. He had to qui'
after a little while. It was raining
and this, with the lemon episode, rath
er combined to put the bass horn play-
er in a bad humor. He walked ove;
to the boy, and, catching him by thi,
car, he said: “Vat for you come aroun
here mit a lemon and kveer der wholi
tam pand? It’s tough luck to shtani
apout in der rain mitout bein’ kveerei
py a poy mit dot tam lemon.” "
There was subdued laughter in a
store near by as the German band lef-
for other worlds to conquer. It ii
a fact slightly known that the pres
ence of any one sucking a lemon i1
front of a band will cause a panic. Th1
musician’s mouth fills so rapidly witl
saliva he cannot play.
Strategic lVIovements.
First Boy—See here! didn’t I see
you running down street yesterday
with Bill Bounce after you, wantin’ to
lick you?
Second Boy—Y-e-s. ,
“What did you run for?”
“I—I was only running so. as to get
him away from home, so his mother
couldn’t see him fighting: but by the
time he was out of sight of his house
we got in sight of our house; and
then, as my mother would see me
if I stopped to hit him I went in, so as
to be out o’ temptation!”-—New York
Weekly. [3,... -. ' ea»; 3 1.: 5
The “Reincarnating Dago.” “'3
There is in the family ofone of the
leading Theosophists of Toledo a very
bright 4-year-old boy who has imbibed
many of the ideas'of his parents. The
other day” he astonished his mother
by saying: “I wish I were a man, St
I could be a Theosophist, like papa.”
“What would you do then, my son?"
inquired his mother.
“I would talk to people about their
souls, and the reincarnating Dago,”
was the surprising reply. It was a
short time before his mother could
make out that the child meant the “re-
incarnating ego.”—Toledo Blade.
‘ Precaution.
“Say, missus,” said Meandering
Mike, “do you wanter hire anybody?"
“No.”
“Ye don’t think yer husband wants
ter hire anybody, do you?”
“I’m 'sorry to disappoint you, but I
am sure he does not.”
“’Tain’t no disapp’intment. I jes'
wanted de assurance dat I could go ter
sleep in dis next lot Wit’out bein’ disa
turbed by offers’of work.”—-Washing-
ton Star.
To Be Congratulated.
“Yes," said the man from the West,
“he was very lucky. He went to a
newly discovered gold country, and in
less than three weeks come home with
$1, 000. ” . .
“That paid him we 11 for his time."
“N-no. I won’t go so far as to say
that. You see, he had the‘$1,000 when
he started. But he was mighty for-V
tunate to be able to hold onto it.”—-
Washington Star. . ...
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