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Why, it would be madness." “Madness, madness, old fellow,” said Strattbu feebly, “but I tell you I am quite strong now.” . “Very far from it," said Brettison. “And I say so too,” cried Guest, “look here, old fellow, do you mean to assert that you are compos mentis 3" “Of course.” said Stratton, smiling. “Then I say you are not,” cried Guest, “and Mr. Brettison will second me. You are weak as a rat in spite of all our watch- ing, and feeding, and care.” “All this long weary month,” sighed Stratton. “Heaven bless you both for what you have done.” “N ever mind about blessings ; be a. little grateful to Mr. Brettison, who has been like a hundred hospital nurses rolled into one, and give up this mad idea.” “But it is not mad,” pleaded Stratton. I only want to go to the church. I am quite strong enough now. I want to see her married, that is all. Mr. Brettison, you see how calm I am.” . “Yes, very,” said the old botanist, smil- ing sadly. “Calm with your temples throbbing and your veins too full. My dear boy, if you go to that wedding, you will overexcite yourself and we shall have a serious relapse.” “If I do go ‘2” said Stratton quietly. “ I shall certainly have it. I mean to go.” He rose from the couch on which he had been lying, walked into the bedroom, and closed the door. I “Did you ever see such a mule, Mr. Brettison 'f” cried Guest as soon as they were alone. .“I was a fool to come in and tell him I was going: but I thought he had got over it, and he knew it was to- ‘ 3| day. . ~ _ “You are gomg as one of the friends 2” “Yes, Miss Jerrold asked me,” said lucst, rather consciously ; “and of course he would have known afterward, and re- proache‘d me for not telling him. What is to be done ‘2” “Certainly not thwart him,” replied Bret. “I was going out into the country tison. to-day." “Collecting?” ‘ “Ya, my dear sir, a little. him, so I’ll go to olll.‘ church with him.” “But I dread a scene," said Guest. “Sui ,~ pose he should turn wild at seeing her lead Fancy the consequences. It It is not as if up the aisle. would be cruel to the lady. she had jilted him." “Never cared for him a bit, did she ‘3" whispered Brettison. “H’m ! cepted this Mr. Barron before her. ” “ An unfortunate business, Guest. Poor lad! poor lad! Butthere, he recovered and any opposition would, I am sure throw him back.” “ But. the lady 2" . “ Have no fear; Malcolm Stratton Will, I am sure, be guilty of no insane folly. I know him better than you, Guest. “ I think not," said the young man, smiling. _ n . “ We will not argue the paint, replied the old botanist, taking Guest’s hand. “ We both think we ,know him better than anyone else, and after all have not half sounded the depths of his nature.” “ Well, I leave him to you,” said Guest. “I have no time to spare. I’m off now, old fellow," he bedroom door. “All right,” cried Stratton cheerfully as he came back and held out his hand. “ My kindest regards to Edie. Don't be afraid, old fellow: I am going to behave senslbly. You need not fear a scene." “But 1â€"" “Don’t deny it, lad. Off with you,’ said Strattou, smiling at his friend's confusion ; and he accompanied him out on to the landing. “God bless her i" he said. “I wish her every ha pieces with the man of her choice. It's a lover now, and I can bear it like a man." They shook hands and arted,and when, an hour later, Guest saw .iyra enter the room, where he was just snatching a hur- ried word with Edie, he was startled at the white, set face, and strange dreamy eyes, which looked in his when. he spoke to her. But what had been a bitter fight was at an end,and all itsaecreis hiddeniu the bride's own breast. For a time, as it had dawned upon her that there was something warmer than friendship in her breast for Malcolm Stratton, she shrank in horror from the idea of pladgin herself to the man she had accepted: ut she fought with and crushed down her feelings. Stratton must, she felt, despise her now, and she was en aged to Barron. It was her father’s Wigh, and she had promised to be this man's wife. while that he loved her he gave her no room to doubt. "I will do my duty by‘ him," she said proudly to herself as she took her father‘s arm; and as Guest was driven in another of the carriages to the church, he thought My great hobby, Mr. Guest. But I will not go. We should do more harm than good by stopping \V'ell, sir, I don’t quite like to say. At all events, Miss Myra Jerrold ac- poor old Malcolm spoke a word, and I am convinced that she felt certain he did not care for cried approaching the to himself that his friend had been blind in his love, for Myra was hard and un- emotional as herlcousin was sweet and lovable. He misjudged her again as he saw her leave the church leaning upon her husband’s arm, while now he was privileged to escort Edie, one of the four bridesmaids, back to Bourne Square. “ She never would have cared for r )or old Malcolm,” he said to himself as he followed the newly married couple with his eyes, Barron careworn and nearly as pale as his wife, but looking proud, eager, and handsome, as he handed Myra into the carriage. “The happy pair," whispered Edie as she placed her little hand upon Guest’s arm. “Get me to the carriage, please, as quickly as you can, or I shall cry and make a scene.” “Yes, yes,” he whispered back. “This way ; but Edie, I’ve been looking all round the church and can’t see him. Did you catch sight of Stratton ‘2" “No,” said the girl with some i ~peritg'. “and did not wish to. I could only .3 that poor girl going through the ceremony, and I felt all the time 1 could read her thoughts. 0 Percy Guest, if she only had not had so much pride, or Malcolm Strat- ton had been as bold as he was > Inking and strange, this never could have been!" Back at Bourne Square with all the hurry and excitement of a wedding morning. The house crow-' ed with friends, and Sir Mark ".1! eagerness to do the honors of his place well to all. Carriages thronged the road- way ; a couple of policemen 'kept hack the little crowd, and the admiral’s servants, re-enforced by half a. dozen of Gunter’s men, had a busy time supplying the wants of the guests. " \Vell, you two,” said a voice, suddenly behind Edie, who was listening to a remark made by Guest, “don’t look in that dreamy way at everyone. I’ve been watch’ li‘g you for ever so long. Don’t you know “hit this is the happiest day of Myra’s life '2" “ No aunt,” said Edie shortly ; do you?” Miss Jerold shrugged her shoulders. “ Go and keep near her, my dear, till they leave. I haven’t the heart. Edie, am I a wretchedly prejudiced old maid, or is there something not nice about that man?” “Ah, there you are, Edie,” cried the admiral excitedly. “ Myra is just going to cut the cake. Mr. Guest, take my sister and give her some champagn Edie. my dear, I don’t like poor Myra’s looks. I must see to the people, and have a word with James Barron before t ey start ; and I’ve got to speak, too, a d how. to get through it I don't know.” “ \Vhat do you want me to do, uncle ‘2" “ that I told you, my dear," cried tézr' old man testily. “ Go and keep with my poor darling till the last." Edie crept to her cousin’: side and stay- ed there during the admiral’s speech, one which contained more heart than head; listened with heaving breast to the toast of the bride’s health, and to the well. spoken, m'anly reply made by James Bar- ron. And so on till the time when the bride might slip away to change her dress for the journey down to Southampton, the wedding trip commencing the next day on board the great steamer outward bound for the West. " Guest, my lad,” said the admiral, drawing the young man ads- servants are all very well, but I’d be thankful if you’d see yourself that Mr. Barron’s carriage is up to the door in time. Myra is not well, and she has sent a message to me to beg that she may be allowed to slip away quiet: 1y with a few good-bys. people will have all the satin slipper and rice throwing tomfoolery.” “ You may depend upon me, Sir Mark,” said Guest eagerly ; and he set about his task at once, greatly ,to the butler’s dis- gust. The minutes went swiftly then : the guests gathering on the staircase and Prowding the hall, while the carriage, With its servants, stood waiting, with an avenue of people down to the door. Guest- was on the step seeing that the wraps and various little articles needed on the journey were handed in. Barron, looking flushed and proud, was in the hall, with his hand grasped by Sir Mark. and a murmur of excitement and a cheer announced that the bride was com- ing down, when the bridegroom’s carriage began to move on. The sudden starting of the horses made Guest turn sharply. “ Hi ! Stop l Do you hear 2” he shouted, and several of the servants waiting out- side took up the cry, “ Corning down.” But the carriage moved on and a four- wheeled cab took its place, amid a roar of laughter from the crowd. At the same moment three businesslike looking men stepped into the hall, and before the butler and footmen could ate them they were close up to the foot of the staircase. Sir Mark turned upon them angrily, but one of them gripped his arm and said quickly : “ Sir Mark Jerrold '3" “ Yes. \\ hat is this intrusion ?" “ Upstairs, sir, quick. Stop the young lady from coming down.” The man's manner was so impressive that it forced Sir Mark to act, and he shouted up the broad staircase : " Edie ! one momentâ€"not yet." Then, as if resenting the fact that he should have obeyed this man. he turned shar ly in time to hear the words: “ amen Daleâ€"in the queen's name. Here is my warrant. No nonsense; we are three to one." ' The bridegroom was struggling in the policemen’s arms, and in the hand which e freed there was a revolver. CHAPTER XIV. s‘raar-rox‘s riuxusorviso. There was a sli lit struggle, the shar click of steel, and 8before Sir Mark could, fine words to express his rage and aston- ishment, Barron was being hurried out of the ball by two of the men who had nude the unceremonious entry, while the two poiicemen there for another purpose, in I suppose thir' With/tough Gu‘st’s brain, and he recalled con- 8 p . . .' I K P 8 P P g 8 Y ___.â€" N DERJ}; CLOUD. driven 03. Sir Mark had meantime made an effort to follow, but the man who had spoken barred his way. “ You scoundrel! roared the admiral. mean 2” “ Superintendent Abingdon, Great Scot- land Yard, sir," was the quiet reply. “It means, air, that I’ve saved the young lady from a painful scene, and you from a ter- rible mishap.” “But, oh, there is some horrible blunder! That is my friend, my son-in-law, Mr. Barron." “ No, sir, an alias. James Dale, whom we have wanted for months. Dodged us by keeping abroad. earth beforeâ€"stayed on the Continent; Who are you?” .“What does this Couldn’t run him tel “Communicate with Garner of Ely Place at once for me, Sir Mark," he said at part- ing. “It will be all right. Comfort Myra. and tell her it’s an absurd mistake,” he con- tinued as Guest was looking at a letter the detective officer held for his perusal : and then he turned indignantly as Barron held out his hand. Sir Mark was about to take it when Guest struck his hand down. “How dare you 2” began the prisoner. “Don't touch the scoundrel, Sir Mark,” cried Guest fiercely. “It is all true.” “You our 2" roared the prisoner. “You turn against me 2 But I know the reason ior that: our friend the rejected in Benchers" nn.’ “Come away, Sir Mark,” cried Guest. “The man is an utter knave.” “I will not believe it,” cried Sir Mark. “Read that letter, the- "said Guest-quiet- and he was off abroad again, but we were 1y, “written on paper bearing your crest, just in time." “I tell you," thundered Sir Mark, “ it is a horrible mistake. Here, Guestâ€"the carriage: we must follow them at once. Ladies, some of youâ€"oh here is my sister. Rebecca, go up to Myra and keep her in her room. A little mistake ; Barron has been called awayâ€"a business mistake. Tell her to be calm. Now, sir,” he cried sternly to the oficer, “you do not leave my side. Mr. Guest come with us.” “\V‘iere to, Sir Mark 3" said the man quietly. “To Scotland Yard.” “Excuse me, sir; it is no mistake. I'll go with you, of course. but you will thank me one of those days for being so prompt. You have been imposed upon by one of the cleverest scoundrels of his time. James Dale is ” “Mr. James Barron, man.” “No, Sir Mark; James Dale, charged with swindling the Russian Government of a tremendous sum by the issu‘ng of forged ruble notes.” “What ‘2” “And just off to Buenos Ayres.” “To the West Indies, manâ€"to tate.” “Yes, sir," said the man dryly; “he’s going to his estate, but it isn’t there." Sir M ark looked wildly round at the crowd of friends who were drawing away. and Without another word accompanied the officer to the carriage, where, as soon as they were started. the latter addressed himself to Guest, the Admiral ha ring sunk back in one corner, trying to collect his thoughts, but only to begin listening ii:- tenth. “lNo mistake, sir,” said the officer. “I wish for the gentleman‘s sake there w .7. The prisoner has been carrying on the game for a long time with a copperplate printer, 9. man named Hendersonâ€" " an: ual Herder- so::. we took him an hour ago, and it was through a. letter we found in his pocket t? 't we knew what was going on hfâ€"lf, a'd ati-ived just in time for the yo‘ "g lady.” Guest glanced at S"? Mark and met his eyes. “Quite. the gentleman, our friend Dale,” continued the officer. “Selmolmasner once I found. Speaks languages, plays and sings. Great yachting man. Deceive any- body but his game’s up now. Couldn’t live in England as it was. Where did he say he was goingâ€"\l’est Indies, sir ‘2” C‘uest nodded. “lVell, he was going on farther south. He had taken tickets for the River Plate.” Sir Mark started violently. There was silence for a iewmoments,and Guest’s resentment against Myra died. out as he thought of the poor girl in the pm. or of a sconndrel thousands of miles from home. “Lady has his es- money, I suppose ‘2" whispered the officer from behind his hand. Guest gave a short, sharp nod, and then felt annnoy ed with himself, but the officer took no h d and went on: “Of course she would have, sir. Well my gentleman will not be able to touch that, and I suppose there will be no diffi- culty about getting a divorce.” chose words a flood of thought flashed versations held with Edie respecting the marriage, and the irl’s boldly expressed belief that her cousin would gladly have i 's wn back but for her promise and her ride. He would have hurried off to Beuc? i Inn with the irformation, but he was bound to go on to the flies office and see the matter through with Sir Mark ;,and in due time they reached Scotland Yard, to find Barron, or Dale, in a kind of desk, listenin elessly i o the evidence given by the I ‘fh-ers who had helped to execute the varrant. But the man’s whole aspect changed as he saw Sir mark and Guest enter. “Hah !” he cried: “at last. Now, Mr. Inspector, or whatever you are, this is Ad- miral Sir Mark Jerrold, my father-inelaw. The whole afl‘air is one of mistaken identity. For Heaven’s sr ‘:e, my dear sir, satisfy these people as to my responsibility, and act as bail for my reappearance. Of course there will be no Southampton to-day. How does Myra bear the shock 2" Sir Mark’s opinion veered toward the s eaker directly, and turning to the officer, who had been his companion from the house, he found him smilin . . “There, sir, I told you it was all a mis- take.” “Yes, Sir Mark, you did,” said the man res ectfully ; and then toacouple of police- men : “Brin them in." “The luggage?” cried Guest as he saw what Was being borne in by the men. “Yes, sir," said the officer. “I stepped back to give instructions to our men to brin on everything from the carriage, and the trunks sent on to “'aterloo. The must be searched for incriminating evidence. The lady’s luggage will be sent back to Bourne Square at once." “ The insolence of the scoundrels l cried Barron. “My dear Sir Mark, pray get this wretched business finished." “I can save the gentleman a good deal of trouble, Dale.” said the inspector in charge. “Are you addressing me, sir 2 ” said the prisoner haughtily. “ Won't do, Dale ; the game’s up,” said the inspector, smiling. Then to Sir Mark : “ I am sorry for you, air, but this is no case for bail." " But I will be his security for any amount,” cried Sir Mark. who crushed down the belief that he had been deceived. “Yes, of course, of course," cried the prisoner. “ No good. Mr. Dale. You can renew the spplicafion to the magistrate,” said the inqpecior. . e made .a sign, and after a furious ourst ofprotestations the prisoner gave up. from your own house, to his confederate, Samuel Henderson, the printer of the forg- ed Russian notes." Sir Mark sat silent and thoughtful in the corner of his carriage as he and Guest were driven back, till they were near the house, when he turned suddenly to his companion. “ Thank you, Guest,” he said warmly. “ Nothing like a friend in need. Hang it. sir, I'd sooner takemy ships into action than again meet my guests here at home. But it has to be done," he said, “and our side beaten. I will not believe that Mr. Barron is guilty, nor yet that I could have been made a feel. The man is a gentleman, and I’ll sland by him to the last in spite of all that is said against hin‘ What do you say, sirâ€"what do you say? " “ Then I say that the man is an utter scoundrcl ; that you have been horribly de- ceived ; and thatâ€"there, I am making you angry.” “Not a bit, Guest ; not a bit. I’m afraid you are right, but I must fight this out.” The door was reached and Sir Mark ut- tered a sigh of relief,for there was no crowd -â€"not a carriage to be seen ; and, upon entering the house,it wasto find that every friend and visitor had departed. Sir Mark strode in upright and firm, and Guest stopped to say good-by. "No. no, my lad; don’t leave me yet,” said the old man. ladies first.” He led the way up into the drawing room. expecting to find Myra prostrate; but there was only one figure to greet himâ€"hissister, The door, howevor, had hardly closed before Edie, who had been with her cousin, ran ' ‘to the room flushed and eager. ‘ “Where is Myra ‘2” “7 .yring down, uncle. Weâ€"auntie and Iâ€"persuaded her to go to her room.” "Is the much broken downâ€"muchâ€"” “My dear Mark l” cried his sister sharp- ly, “Myra is a sensible girl. Now, then, “Come up and face t . all true about that man?” “Yes, Rel‘eccaâ€"I mean no,‘ cried Sir Mark furiously; “of course not, and I’m going to instinct counsel and ’amme, it’s some enemy’s work. I’ll pour such a. broadside into him! lVliy, confound it all i” he cried, as a sudden thought struck him, and he turned to Guest, “this must be some of your friend’s work.” “Sir Mark!” “Oh, uncle 3” “Don’t talk stuff, Mark,”cried his sister almost at the same moment. “Is it likely? Then it is all true. What an escape ! \Vell, I’m glad it happened when it did.” Sir Mark gave a furious stamp on the floor, but turned calmly enough on G11 .; offering his hand. “You will excuse me now, Sir Mark." “Eh? \Vh. .3? Going? \rVi . if you in: .i. But don’t leaVe me in the lurch,my lad. Come back and hat; a bit of dinner with me. I shall be very dull, No ; I won’t ask you here. It will be miserable. Meet me at the club.” Guest promised, and then shoot hands wzth Miss Jerrold, who pressed his finge: . warmlygbut when he turned to say good- by to Edie she was not in the room. “Too upset,” he muttered as he went down, “Might have said good-by though.” ldon’t keep us in suspense. Tell me; is it “Good-by, Mr. Guest,” came from the ‘ little conservatory half-way dowu to the hall ; and there was Edie waiting. “ No, no; don't stop me. 1 must run up to Myra. Good-by, Percy. Oh, I am so glad.” “Good-by, Percyâ€"good-by, Percy.” Guest kept on saying to himself as he walk- ed slowly along one side of the square. “Percy, for the first time. Good Heavens, Mal l” he cried, starting as a hand was thrust under his armâ€"“you? I was coming on. I’ve something particular to tell you.” ' “Thank you,”ssid Stratton quietly. “I know everything." “What? I did not see you at the church.” “No; I had not the heart to come. I said I would, but I stayed away.” “Good. Right," said Guest. “But I was obliged to come to see her go â€"-for one glance unseen." “And you saw the arrest?” “I saw the struggle in the crowd. A man hurried into a cab, which was driven off. I was some distance awayâ€"in the square. “Ah !’ ’ ejaculated Guest, and then there was a pause, broken at last by Stratton, who said solemnly : “Saved from a life of misery and despair. Thank God i thank God !" (10 BE CONTINUED.) â€"â€"â€"-â€"â€"-â€".â€"â€"_â€" Curioslty of Seaman's Eyesight An aged sea captain, whose home is in Philadelphia, in troubled with a peculiarity of vision which is common to all skippers and shis' officers of high rank who have had long experience on the sea. In this particular instance the captain complains that through lon use of the telescope, the quadrant and ot er instruments used in making calculations at sea the sight has been drawn from the left eye into the one which peers so eagerly through the instru- ments. He says he can discern objects at an enormous distance with his right eye, but is scarcely able to read with his left. The tendency of nature to adjust itself to conditions is heightened in these cases by the bright glare from the waters, which mal- e the straih on the eye especially trying Then it Comes Out. . we are never willing toadmit there is insanity in our family until some member of it makes a will that doesn’t suit us.- “ Do you Wish me to speak, Si,- Mm-k 2 " troduce a bill fining railroad companies for “ Of course." ROUND THE martini WHAT IS GOING ON IN THE FOUR CORNERS OF THE GLOBE. 01d and New World Events of lam-est chronicled Brieflynluicresung Ilap- peril-gs of Recent Date. South Austria owns her own railway system. Members of the Austrian Parliament get $4 per day. England expands annually on pictures at least three million pounds. Prof. John Stuart Blackie, of Edinburgh has passed his 85th birthday. In England householders have to pay a tax on each male servant in their employ. Street bands are not permitted in Geh many unless they accompany processions. The little country of Hesse owns two hundred and twenty-six miles of railroad. The population of Peru under the Incas was twelve times greater than it is to- day. A status of Marshal de Machon will be erected at Autun. It , is to be thirty feet high. In Russia, as in France, Italy and Spain, titles carry no privileges, either ofiicml or social. \Vindsor Castle has been used for a royal residence seven hundred and eigthy-four years. The French Government is about to in- late trainS. The textile congress of France has decid~ ed to adopt a standard list of prices, as in England. The Netherlands own nearly one thou~ sand miles of railroad, all in the best of condition. A large per cent. of the railways of Italy are owned by the Government and leased to corporations. The Grand Duke Paul of Russia is one of the few living royal giants. He is 7 feet 9 inches in height. Victoria, Australia, owns all the railroads in the colony, two thousand three hundred and forty-one miles. Three hundred thousand dollars' worth of Victor Hugo’s works have been sold annually for the last six years. Governors of British West Indian colonies are endeavoring to promote a federation of West Indian colonies. The French people, it is spid, now pay more attention to eating and drinking and less to dancing than formerly. Japanese workmen bathe the whole body once a day, and some of them twice. Public baths are provided on every street. Mary Elizabctbeelm London lady who passed the century marl: four years ago,bas dept 20,000 nights under one roof. Queen Victoria always uses powdered cinnamon on melons, and the same favorite spice is used in flavoring most of her sweets. The world’s oyster fisheries produce an- nually 4,439,000,000 oysters, half of which are consumed within three days after being t'ikeii. ‘ .There is a movement ’ ‘ London to pro- Vide help for the less fortunate members of the legal profession and their widows and children. An Indian carpet, weighing three tons. and made by the prisoners in the Agra jail for Queen Victoria, has just been received at Windsor Castle. Hungary israbout to hold an exhibition 6! historical relics to celebrate the mills and anniversary of the foundation of the king‘ dom of Arpad in 894. v Pope Leo is 85 years old and thin and fragile physically, but his activity of mind and eagerness for work seem rather to in- crease than diminish. All the Protestant churches in Prussia will celebrate the four hundredth anniver- y of the birth of Gustavus Adolphus of I Sweden on December 9. l .luIB reported that an extensive deposit of amLIerous stone has been discovered at Mount Huxley, on the west coast of Tas- 3 mania, in the Mount Lyell district. The results of the recent expedition to the polar regions prove that north of seventy- ve degrees the ice over the whole surface averages six thousand feet in thickness. The highest spot inhabited by human be- ings on this globe is the Buddhist cloister of Hanle, Thibet, where twenty-one monks live at an altitude of sixteen thousand feet. It is re orted in London that when Am- bassador ayard returns to England honor- ary degrees will be conferred upon him by the Universities of Cambridge and Oxford. chman has been appointed kee er of the Leasowe lighthouse, near Liverpoo ,with a salary of $375 a year, a house and garden andl an annual allowance of twelve tons of coa . Official statistics show that the total num- ber of blast furnaces blowing in the United Kingdom is 274 out of a 4 tal of 719. The pig iron trade is reported duller than ever before. King Humbert is a royal sportsman of un- usual skill with the rifle. He went out from his hunting lodge at Valle del’ Orco one day recently and killed 18 wild goats and 3:! chamois. George Williams is said to have founded the Young Men’s Christian Association, with eighty of his associates, in a London dry-goods store, in which he was then a low salaried clerk. A portrait of Charles 1., in an art gallery at Oxford, is composed entirely of small letters. The head and ruff contain the Lord’s Prayer, the Apostles' Creed. and the book of Psalms. More than two hundred French cities have already taken steps to erect statues in honor of the late President Carnot and many others will do likewise, while others will have Carnot squares and avenues. 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