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jsrJJ JOHN WINTHROP’S DEFEAT.'

' . . a ®™' 1 - JEAN KATE 'CUDLUHi

ITfmittLT, Bosaai CHAPStiB XX.

(Continued.)

"Bushr’ said Beatrice, commandfcgly. lifting her /ace for an instant toward Bess. "Hiere wbs a tender light upon her face and a soft note In her musical voice. 'This is only a swoon. Bees, she will be better presitly—1‘

e Is

dearest, you are better now? It was

s smiling! Aleda.

The pressed steel industry, now one of the most formidable in the world was founded on a patent granted for a device to bold back the doors of rail-

The gifts of our millionaires for education in the United States astonish our foreign correspondents, exclaims the Christian Register. Nothing llkf It Is seen elsewhere.

When and where will come to the front the inventive genius and bene factor of the race who will make pub lie a simple, easy and satisfactory way of getting letters ready for mailing without the bother and annoyance of yretting stamps and sticking them to envelopes? The Sir Isaac Newton of the twentieth century who will confer this boon on humanity can write big drafts on the gratitude of mankind of mankind and womankind both, and every one of those drafts will bo

honored readily and gOTly.

The Russification of Finland pro ceeds apace. A correspondent of a London paper, writing from Odessa, says that scarcely a week passes but some new Imperial ukase, ministerial •diet, or gubernatorial order deprives the Finns of one or another of their old self-governing institutions, rights and privileges. Finland, he says, can no longer be called an autonomous grand ducal appanage of the Imperial crown. The latest ministerial edict, promulgated at Helslnglore.orden the disbandment of the Finnish metropolitan police, who are to be forthwith replaced* by Russians, and the Russian system cf organization and admlnls-

system et

tr*tio$r:

- According'to a recent statement of the' director of the census regarding the growth of urban population north and soitth, tne large cities, taken collectively, are growing nearly twice as fast as the rest of the country; the percentage of the population of northern states living in large cities is' nearly three times as great as the corresponding percentage in the sonth; the north has a rate of increase no greater than that of the south. The large cities In the north are growing much faster than those of the same size In the south, but this difference Is balanced by an extremely rapid growth of small towns and cities in the south, and especially, by the high rate of Increase of southern rural pop-

dreadful. but It Is all over. Rub her hands. Bess, and we'll make her stay

conscious."

But Aleda Graham had always been a remarkably perfect woman physically, and even this blow upon her head, although It left her nervous and weak for several days, proved no more serious. The thoughtful attentions of her frlemls-was very delightful to her during these days of languor. though not one of them guessed the thoughts that filled every waking hour and throbbed in her heart and

would have died, they said, saying, nothing of his condition, lest It needlessly startle her—and what was John 'Wlnthrop’s life or death to her? And yet John Wlnthmrop had not come to her or sent her any message during all those days. She would not ask the cause; she was too proud to crave his tenderness; she could speak quite calmly of the accident, and Mr. Wlnthrop’s kindness. bnt she did not once ask why be remained away, never dreaming of the cause. How could she know that ho was lying deadly 111 but three doors

usual thoughtfulness if he were Injured, but her friends turned the question aside, and she never guessed that he was dying giving her back to Ufa. Even Mrs. Wlntbrop came to her when she was not with her son; and still no one told her. How could they know what it meant to this proud woman whether or not her husband's enemy came to her? Perhaps Beatrice guessed, but If she did she gave no sign. She had not forg^gen John Wlnthrop, even though he lay dying after saving her sister’s life. “How strangely quiet the honsc Is,” Aleda said one day, lying back among the cushions of her lounging chair at the window, turning her sunny head and meeting Beatrice’s eyes. “I have noticed It so often these last few days. Why Is it. Bee? Do they think that I am very ffl, dr Is there anything truly wrong more than I know?’’ She leaned forward In sudden newborn exdtomcnt. reaching out her hands to her sister, a faint, quivering smile upon her Ups. her eyes striving to search oat the truth In the other's

qniet face.

“Yon must not excite yourself, Aleda,” said Beatrice, quite calmly, taking her sister's hands in hers and patting them affectionately. “Why should you. indeed? The heat Is Intense enough, surely, to make any one quiet It may be because you nre In this room^ Instead of out of doors that you

notice the quiet.”

Aleda turned away her head restlessly upon the cushions, nnd watching the group upon the sands, and the lifting and falling of the breakers, a

The New York Sun states that not, the least Important detail of the mechanism of Wall street is its elaborate system of detective protection. A—fcry effective dead line has been established at Fulton street for years, beyond which no crook known to the police, nor even suspicious looking person, is allowed to paao. As an additional precaution a score or more of' Central Office detectives are constantly «n guard at the principal entrances to the finaclal district. They usually congregate near the United States Treasury building at Broad and Wall streets. Millions of dollars are constantly being carried past this point. The money comes In gold, packed in sacks and carried by the ton In steel i; It Is brought down town in 'cabs or carried In ordinary traveling -hags of in the pockets of the crowd which constantly pours Into Wall street Such a thing as a hold op la wahtown. A cry for help la the flbaa-

to the spot. The m hare can uaaallr

taage. asm ot money from the aammeaasa td his manner or aama Mg»

. and a rarefal spa

They have two doctors now, you hnow. from the city, and they never leave him, bnt what can they do.’ .when he la so low? Some mental trouble, too, they said. I think. Some weight npon bis mind that make* It Torse for him to pull along. It Is very sad. Wlnthrop’s a thoroughly good man.” "It Is very sad.” said Beatrice gem-, tly. She could not drive him awaf^ when he waa speaking of death, and she could not find It In her heart to be other than truly sorry for the map so

ill.

’LAnd your slater. Miss Beatrice?” “Alecia is recovering more every day.” she answered, steadily. “It

most hurt, Mr. Bensonhurst?” Then she bit her Up and paused, shaking out her parasol to raise it. It were better to forget that day on board the Banjo—better every way, for remembering It She must also remember the strength of his arm and his tender words In her fear. She felt the deepening color In her face and hastened to raise her parasol. "It Is so provoking!” she said Impa-

tiently.

He took It from her hands with quiet authority, and. raising it, held It ov< her, walking at her side. They

upon the sands and alone, save a few

straying far up the beach.

“Beatrice,” he said, and she knew what he would say from the gentleness of his voice, altbongh he did not offer to touch even her hand, "some time ago you sent me away with a riddle on your lips. You did not tell me that yon did not lovo me, but you sent me away. Perhaps you told me there was no hope, but I would not allow myself to beUeve that for I loved

that day when all of US’ might have met death, I knew that I had waited long enough to learn your heart. I can be patient no longer. I ask yon again to-day if you can tell me truly, as pon would teU the man who loves you. if stlU there Is no hope?" Sho frowned, her eyes studiously bent upon the sand, trying to keep her lips steady and stern. But she must -auswor him; sha would not let him think her weak and foolish and incapabl.- of sending him away if she

ivonld.

"I am waiting, dearest," said Greg-

ory Bensonhurst, quietly.

And then, os though some powerful rave had risen and swept away her anger and her pride aad left only love,

Ing me in any way I shall find It hard give you. Bee! Life is too short misunderstandings! I have

learned that lying here.”

She turned back to her sister again after a moment, a new touch npon her

face.

“There Is always good In life, Bee.” added, softly, a wistful look in

slow, radiant smile on hgr

Ups. “If we take It at Its best and make It better! No one Is ever all bad all good, and looking for the mote another’s eye one may overlook the

deadly beam in one’s own!"

she t here

Beatrice changed color, and then laughed, rising as Frances entered, and stooping to kiss Alecia ere she

left the room. choose sol!-

neb wisdom. Alecia r

she lifted her eyes softly and sweetly to his, uttering no word, and clasped her two hands around his arm, her Ups trembling, her face radiant. “Alecia was right,” he said, by and by, as they sat on the sands, watching the ocean and the ships and the light summer clouds, but very happy In their lildolence. “All things do come to him who waits, my dearest.” ■ "Yes,” said Beatrice, slowly and re-

tbougb t could

but It may come even to John Wlnthrop. Gregory? I hare feared so. I am wise, too. maybe, if I am not Alecia. Perhaps the great mantle of charity that we hear 30 much about, but seldom see, has been folded away so long, save a scant comer that Is dragged heavily upon some shoulder, that we have almost forgotten to unfold It as we do our other good wrappings, to discover whether the moths have gotten In It or no. We sometime^ unfold precious old stuffs, you know, only to find that they fall to dust and ashes In our hands. And who knows but death may be the moth that discover* the forgotten mantle, Gregory —death lays bare so many things!” . “WJjat do you mean, dearest?” ques-

tioned her lover.

' Bnt Beatrice shoot her head and would' say no more, though he shrewdly knew that It was of John Wlnthrop she spoke! t But one might hare thought she knew 4? well as her lover of what was passing tmseen, for at that moment Mrs. Winthrop, tapping-* upon Alecia'* door, and being summoned to enter, crossed swiftly to her side, a smile on the beautiful woman’s face lifted to hers bending above her, as she held out her hands, keeping her voice steady by strong win, ns she said la her gentle voice with the tender Accent: -■* “Mrs. Graham! If thee lores me. or If thee tores my son. come to him! He Is dying and calls for thee!"

CHAPTER XXL

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! «"■ '•» - <- unjustly harsh toward John 1 throp when her own heart was hard, but even so she would not yield her

pruie.

Gregory Bensonhurst was In the pa-, vUion c: the approached, and she would not turn hack now. He saw her also and me to asset her. perfectly courteous, otherwise merely a

id nc s she

room. "Who knows what it may lead to If bo should recover? Aleda has such strange ideas of honor! Bnt after all there is little fear, when they say that he can, scarcely survive to-

morrow, poor fellow r'

Softness was slowly creeping Into her heart for this man .who had rescued her sister in spite of his own condition, bnt in her pride sho fongbt hack even the thought, and would acknowledge it to no one. She recog-

I stormed by the '

I sudden rash of the truth upon her j mind. Those who loved.her bad kept ; this from her. believing that-it was I right for them so to do.' Beatrice had | put her question aside only an hour | before, and ate had (old ber-wtet had ste told ter aave that she would 1 ami It hard to forgive should she dte-

that they were deceiving her. * she had teen holding bluer la her heart of John Win

Cowafdly, perhaps, to kiss the band ,that wounded; undoubtedly disloyal to her husband's memory; bnt she was facing truth, and this was truth. Frances crossed the room swiftly to her sister’s side, seeing this change upon her face. . She stooped tenderly ,beside her, in her great love. “You should not have told her, Mrs. •Winthrop!" she exclaimed, an indignant flash In her usually steady eyes. “She did not know—you knew that wo kept it from her—nnd it is a severe shock to her in her weakness. Why should your son always work her h^rmr. But the sorrow In the gentle face disarmed her anger, and her voice was soft likf mnsic as she added: “Forgive me, dear Mrs. Winthrop! I am so very sorry for yon! Bnt yon do not know-how can yon know what my sister has suffered through him!" “Thee does not know my son,” said Mrs. Winthrop, simply. “Will thee come to him, Mrs. Graham? He aaked for thee or I should not have

he lay dying Frances thought bitterly, watching her as she moved slowly but resolutely across the room, her hand in Mrs. Wlnthrop’s very warm and close. No words passed bfctween them ns (hey crossed the corridors to John Wlnthrop’s room. Some subtle magnetism made known to each the other's heart, without the need of speech. At his doorway they paused for an Instant, for Alecia waa still very weak.

The sick man's eyes were closed, but they opened Instantly, resting upon Alecia's face, and a smile stirred the

Ing K In hers, her smile answering hla Id spite of her trembling Ups and tearful violet eyes. His love for her Illumined his face, wan nnd pallid though It was, and broke down all barriers of hatred or pride In the presence of

death.

“My dearest!” he said, faintly and slowly. “Forgive me. I could not die without seeing you once more, even though I know how you scorn me!" Slip bent pityingly above him. “There Is no scorn in au my heart," she said, sweetly. “Do not think of that any more. Mr. Winthrop.” The physicians had moved to the windows out ot hearing, and Mrs. Winthrop would also have gone away, but her son reached out his hand, drawing her down upon the bed upon the other side. “Do not go away,” he said, gently. “You know bow I love Alecia, mother. Promise me that nothing shall come between your friendship for her.” “Thee knows,” sold Mrs. Winthrop, softly, “how I love her, John.” ”No one,” said Alecia, still very sweetly, “could help loving your mother, Mr. Winthrop! Need I promise more than that?" John Winthrop smiled. There was some strange radiance in his face lifted to hers. “Such friendship," he said, slowly, a pause between bis words, “la the height of my desire. Alecia Graham, llripg 1 would never have told you of my love, knowing so well your scorn, hot, dying, may l not say what It has been to me to know that even unsuccessfuliv I have loved such a woman? You palled me hard and unjust. If I was so It was through mistaken seal, and because then you had not come Into my life! Alecia Graham, every tender chord of my heart was wakened and vibrated for you. I love you as I think few men can love. “Doubtless, were it. not that I am dying, even now you would turn fnsn me with scorn, as upon that other day when I dared tell you of my love. I will not, although I am dying attempt to exonerate myself from the charges of cruelty made against me by you

and your frlends. I can see, perhaps, at I most

very

your under heart! I do not know why

clearer now, and recognize that have seemed very bard to yon wlEh

not

I should have loved you; I seldom saw yon; bnt for three years your lace naa been In my heart to soften my judgment! I struggled against it—for I am proud, too, Alecia—bnt how can one crush out love-like miner* He paused, exhausted, but would not let go the soft hand he held, nor close his eyes for longit than a moment lest hi lose, sight of her face. A quivering, beautiful, tender .face, Indeed. for dying eyes to rest upon! Bhe was struggling with her pride

* ' er hate, and had moments. Then

and gentleness overpowered even this strong barrier, and, kneeling down beside the bed she laid both hands over his, an exquisite flush af color upon her face, her eyes »urple with the depth of her tenderness and pity as she murmured, with soft

distinctness:

“John Winthrop, had they longer kept from mo mat yen were so 111. you would havwnever known but that l still hated'you. Perhaps I should stni hate you. Sometimes I could almost hate myself for not doing so. for you were very, very cruel and hard with me when you might have been kind. Stm. In spite of that. John Winthrop, and in spite of everything—I

tove your

The sodden lightening of to his eye* looking ^up

.flash deepened to hi to ten. Mrength t gets aad mssU-al vok

along hla blood. -Aleeiart he said.

to ft M ted as to

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