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“ Starvation'a Madeline. " . ‘if‘. Yea. so it in The first spa He was not looking, at Madeline, or he might have read in her face an expression of contemp‘uous incredulity, such as he Would not have believed her capable of showing after any statement from his lips. But during the twelve months which had elapsed since her hurried marriage with Louis de Breteuil she had learnt a good many things which that gentleman prided htnuelf on keeping secret, and she know perfectly well that the prosperity he had enjoyed since she first made his acquaintance, and which had continued until threemonths of the present time, had been preceded by a period during wuich even second floors and cheap restaurants were luxuries beyond his reach. She had never dared to question him as to the sources of the wealth which had so suddenly come to an end; indeed, 1 she accepted that mystery. as well as‘ certain other facts mysterious only to her,l with a placid acquiesmuce proceeding partly from indolence, partly irom ignor- ance, and partly from faith. Thus, while the ease with which the brilliant Louis had managed to obtain a firm footing in a certain fast but exclusive set in Parisian society was a common topic, the circumstance that it was only the gentlemen of this set whom she ever met woke no suspicion in the in- genuous young Englishwoman, who, belong- ing by birth to the lower middle class, was easy 'to deceive on any point concerning that va ue “ society," the curious improba. bility 0 whose sayin and doings,as record- ed in the literature 0 her own her own class, had often surprised her. She had a beam:- ful home, bandsomer dresses than almost any of the ladies she saw at the Opera, in the Bois, or at the races, and she had Louis â€"â€"or at least as much of Louis as his many engagements would allow. And these en~ gagements grew ever more numerous, as a man's are apt to do as the honeymoon fades into the past. But his empire over her was too strong for her t6 complain ; and never havin been a spoilt Woman, she consoled heisel for his ne~leet by the pride she took in his position. i‘or Louis de Breteuil had taken the world of Paris by storm; had cut out the young l’arisians by his skill in rid- ing, driving. ove making. by the quality of his horses, the cut of his coats, the darin of his speech ;and had become the Admira- ble Crichton of the frivolous life of the boulevards. Nobody knew more about him on his first appearance in Paris than that he was a French Canadian whose fortune, left him by an uncle, was derived fromoil-springs in Pennsylvania; but the general ignorance concerning his antecedents, his name, and his title, had weighed lightly in the balance against an unmistakable distinction of ap- iearance and manner, and a certain unaf- kted sincerity of cynicism whigh danled e laboriously wicked golden 'yonth of l'iris, forever striving toward an ideal of depravity which their litt‘e wits find as h ml to reach as c.cr amhorite found his ideal of sanctity. “ Are there? ” she asked indifl‘erently, as she went down on her knees beside him and laid her head softly against his shoulder. Then, as he moved impatiently, she added in a pleading voice: “ Don’t be angry with me, Louis, for not being frightened enough at the prospect. .By and by, when you are gone out and I am sitting alone here in the dark, then I shall remember what you said, and I shall feel it and perhaps I slnll cry ; but while I am with you all sad things seem to fall on my ears without any meaning, and nothing but your unhappy face can make me un- happy or seem worth troubling about. So you see, my dear husbmd, it is not because I am stupid that I don’t mind the thought of starving; it is only that if I die in your arms I don’t care what I die of.” “Those are the first and thé last. stages, but there are many othersâ€"worse onesâ€"in between.” Her gentle tone of sympathy jarred upon his savage, sullen discontent. " Yes, dear, yes, dear I” he re eated'im- patiently, mimicking her. “ In t at all you inure to say 2 Don’t you know what starv- ation means 3" “ Yes, Louis,” she said submissively. ris- in from the nrmclmir in which she had been in olently sitting, and crossing the room to him as he sat by the table staring fixedly out of the window and across the court~ yard to the o posite side of the hotel. “ It means no foo and then death, doesn’t it 2" mmruuu. ‘ . . ( , ‘ if? You. so it is ‘2 l The first speaker was a men of about thirty years of age, with a thin dark hoe, ’ to whose keen eyes and clear-cut. future; a , life of shifts had given a hungry hawk-like look. And the submissive answer came from the ll of a woman in whom the virtue of a submission was evidently not natural but] acquired ; a tall niaeuive woman with a 3 commanding figure,und a beautiful foir foc‘e : whose grey eyes could look thread as well ! as soft, and round whose red lips there Were already indications of future lines of resolu- tion as well as pmion l I o I “Oh, as to that, ” and be, throwing him- self back In his chair and assuming a care- less tone, “ of course it is a mere matter of custom. If I were used to secoud~floors and cheap restaurants, I daresay I should like them." The man turned and examined her face in cold curious wonder. His passion for her had died out months ago; the monotony of her unswerving afl'ection bored him, and the cynical knowledge that it was entirely undeserved nude him look upon the too generous giver with contempt rather than with gratitude. The extravagance of her last assertion, which he did not for a mo- ment believe, attracteti his attention. SHALL IT BE DONE. “ Do you mean to tell me, Madeline, that; it is nothing to you whether you live on a first-floor on the Boulevard Malesberbes, as we did three months ago, or exist like con- demned criminals in one little dingy cell with scarcely room to tpru ‘3" ’ ‘1No, IIJuirsrit'is something to me 'whei'e we live. because it; makesso much (I fi‘creuco to you." And he glimed round the roomâ€"a little unpreteudiug bed and sitting-room combin. ed, which hardly deserved his savage criti- cism; thou h everything in it, from the tarnished g'l t clock, which did not go, to the velvet-"pile carpet, whose blue roses and crimsm have! had lost: all théir' startling origlgality, betraxel the tfiste of the past. PBOLOGUB CHAPTER I. ,“ Starvgfiion’a a deuced unpleasant thing, ' “ Indeed :" said Mr. Summon, with grave Interest ; and there was a short pause, dur- ing which the sauntercd on toward the ter- Ince, both t oughtful and preoccupied. Madeline’s voice quivered on the last notes ; as she ended, Mr. Stannton’a enthu- aiucic thanks almost startled her. Louis noddlgd to her and glanced at the door. entl left the room. hen she rethrned, Mr. Staunton alone was waiting for her. The expression of may good-humored enjoyment which his face had worn throu hout the day had dis- aEpeared: he looke so cold and so grave t at Madeline stopped short in the door- wa , and glanced round anxiously in search of ouis. “Where is my husband '3" she asked, quickly. _ " M. Louis will join us, madame, if you will do me the pleasure of starting with me toward the terrace,” said he, with curious stiffness. ”He was much struck with a horse on which a gentleman has just ridden up to the hotel, and he followed it to the table to ask if it is (or sale, I believe.” HAL H..-:.l 1!-A-u..- u..-:.-.-i- -s-.. I,r_,1, With an uneasy glance from Lauis to the stranger and back again to Louis, she obedi- ontly left the room. It was at the Pavilion Henri Q‘latre that they were dining; their table was drawn up close to a window that overlooked the slop- ing hill and the quaintly-cut box and yew trees of an old-fashioned garden, Madeline sang first some lively French chansonettes, glancing from time to time at Louis with in- stinctive affectionate coquetry ; then lettin her eyes wander out to the evening beauty 0 the landscape below, she broke into the ten- der old melody of “ Home, sweet Home," which she sang through with feelin which kept the Eu lishman at least spel bound, gazing at the eautiful singer with admira tion which was almost devotion. And still De Breteuil watched him. “ Go and put onuyour bonnet, my dear. Mr. Staunton must see the terrace.” “Ah,” said Madeline, "animals of all kinds are In?! husband‘s passiOn. A horse that no- body wt himself can ride, a fierce dog that nobody else dares to approach unless it is chained up. seem to understand and obe him as if they were humen; and I thin Louis loves them better than if they were.” The lest werde eh_e ‘nttered rather hitterly. i When,Mr. Staunton arrived, and Madame Louis, as she was called in the hotel, swept down the stairs toward him in :3 cl )ud of de- licate lace which showed here and there, as she moved, a fold of dainty shell- tinted silk. the Englishman, unprepared for this transformati )n in the woman whose Ibeauty had already made a strong impres- ‘sion upon him, looked upon her with a wor- shipful admiration which De Breteuil noted keenly. All through the long drive to St. Germain Louis said very little, leaving the talk almost entirely to the stranger and Madeline; but at dinner he woke up into sudden liveliness ! his animation afi‘ected his companions, and Madeline, as she saw him enjoying himself once more, grew fairer with the happiness which sparkled in her eyes and glowed in her cheeks. And when dinner was over, and De Breteuil told her to sing to them, the first soft notes that fell from her lips put them both under a spell of lis- tening silence. Louis do Broteuil’s reign, it short had been glorious ; and the audacity of his ab- dication [as wqrthy 9! Elle b_ri_lliunoy gigis Now, as she knelt beside Louie’s chair, listening to his gibes at second floors and cheap restaurants, she looked like a queen in exile, while he seemed to have sunk al- ready to the level of his present position, and to bear the stamp of adventurer on his stooping shoulders and haggard hang-dog face. “\Vell, Louis, " she said, after a. pause, “ we shall dine well to d_ay at least. I thiu_k Mr: Staunton is rich, I'am certain he is generous. I am sure we shall enjoy our- selves, gmd I love Sb. Gernlain.” Mr. Staunton was an Englishman who, with the freedom of a foreigner, had gone from Paris to St. Cloud by steamer two days ago, and made acquaintance with De Bre- teuil and his beautiful wife, and had begged them to come and dine with him when and where they pleased. St. Germain had been chosen _as a place where, ‘in this the begin- ning of J uly,» they were not likely to meet stray wanderer: from the idle world. ‘ ‘Ah; yes,” said Louis; with some animation at the mention of their new acquaintance, “ it is getting near the time when he prom. ised to call for us. You must get ready, Madeline, andâ€"and you may make your- self beautiful onco moreâ€"put on one of your handsome dresses you have So 110ny laid aside lately ; no one is likely to see us, and you must show your countryman what French taste can do for English beauty.” '"I sir, 1 ived Turin {(31- n 'wcek. I should like to be nh‘e to stay a few days longer in Paris, but lam Madeline fixed her long gray eyes thoughtfully upon his face. She was an ex- perienced judge of faces, and a very short exnmlnntlon of the hind brown eyes, iron- gray beard. and the lines and furrows Worn by nothing hasor than time or trouble, satis- fied her. ” Yes,” she answered simply. “ Very well. Then I will give on my private address in England.‘ in had taken some letters out of his pocket, and lmvinv found a. spare half-sheet of paper, was writing on it with a pencil. " Anrl‘ in case you should want any help or any ad- vice sooner than you expect, I will let you know just where I shall he for the next fort- nlght. You see,” and he gave her the uper, " that for the noxtfow deye I shall )0 M Lyons, and after tln A8th I the“ bent “ From Louis, your present husband, you say 2” significantly. " Yes." But there was no suspicion in her eyes, and again Mr. Staunton found himself unable, voluntarily, to call it up there. He looked away from her for a min- ute, and then said, " And so you are afraid that soon you may be forced to seperate for a time ?" “ 1â€"1 am afraid so,” tremulously. “ At least. Louis has hinted that." “And what will you do? ” I don’t knowâ€"yet. But I have been used to earn my own living, and I have learnt some French, and I am not at all a helpless woman. And, with the thought of helping to form a home some day for Louis and me, I feel that I shall get onâ€"yes, fur- ther than seems possible now," said one, with a quiet bright resolution with deepen- ed_ alike Mr. Staunton’s pity and his admir- atlon. "Iqulte believe that; I am sure you would meet any trial, no matter how severe,” said he, with em hauls, "in the moat courageous and high eerted manner. But the world is very hard for Women. and althou h I know that many bravo girls do stru g e on alone and successfully, still the butt e is much less hard if they have friends in whom they can trust. Will you trust in ms: frismxhhip I" Instead 5f ansvierifig, he asked her another question: “Have you any friends in Franceâ€"in Parisâ€"Madame ‘2" “ thit: are you 33 in 2what do you mean ‘2” Madeline asks , a. ruptly, alarmed, bu _t retalping her dignity. Her hesitati'ng answer seemed to him pathetic. He spoke more gently than ever. u E “Friendless ! I have my husband," she interrupted, sharply. “And what can a women want more than a good, lovingâ€"" She checked herself. and, facing him again. asked, slowly, “ What has he been saying toyou? Ah 1 I knowâ€"I can guess; I was afraid of that,” she faltered, in a lower voice, losing her self-control. “ He told on that, now we are poor, we shall ave to live apart for a time, did he not? He has hinted it to me, but never dared to say it outright; he is so afraid of wounding me, poor fellow I Was it not that?” Mr. Stauuton had atopfled too. and he was answering her questioning gaze with a look as frank as her owu, full of doc is pity,â€"-pity that surprised, alarmed er, and brought the blood to her cheeks. He hesitated, as if debuting desperately within himself wluther he should tell her some- thing. But he turned ewe Sharply, mut- tering. in avoice too low or her to hear distingply, “ God 1 I can? tell her I" _ “Friends? No-o; at. least, I knowâ€" Iknew-â€"â€"I have met a good many people, bu_t_I cap hgrdly call them friends._’ _ “ Forgive me, madame. if I any things that ptin you, I am almost old enough to be your father, and to see a. young lady so friendlessâ€"” ‘ And so this is a little trouble to you, thi- fondneuu oi [m for annual», wnich hikes him away from you a good deal, perhapsâ€"riding ~and driving 3" Sb; looked up at him in some an: What there had been of newness n his face a few minutes ago had given place to a kind sad look of companion wd cymputhy. whio ’ mdd‘euly brotmht tho MRI to 3* gym; ”Minnie her stop in her walk (or a few sccondififiho recovered hmelf. pm?” t. on, invd'unfirily hurrying hfir a ‘ a 53:13:. ” YenIrâ€"no,” she annual-ed. or? . y. Then, stopping again; sud Jobki 8min. inm hll {nan with her frank‘oyea, he said ‘T ” You think I on: nub-p y ‘1 Add “I ,1 am mm- of my unaud‘mnvo tort]: homes. I am not, indeed ; lâ€" Whnt makes you think I am unhappy !" She asked, in a dlil‘uren§ tone, with cnrioaity find aunpiqiop. “ And you are sure your first husband 13 really dead. 9" naked Mr. Smunton slowly. “Oh, yes. I saw the announcement in two papers, and I heard all about it from Louis Insider." Mr. Shaunton did not answer. “You are very fond of him?" ha asked, after a short silence. “ Yes. Three years ago, when I was nineteen, and a teacher in a school, I mar- ried a man named Meredith." She paused ; but as her hearer was evidently much in- terested, continued : “ He was a clerk on the Stock Exchange. He was not kind to me: he drank, and neglected me, and wanted me to go on the stage, which I thought was wrong, so I would not go ; and he complained that I was hard and cold and selfish, though that was the only thing in which I Would not obey him. And then, when we had been married eighteen months, he disappeared ; and by that time," she went on naively, “ he had made me so very unhappy that 1 did not try very hard to find him. And then at lastI learnt that he was dead, and I married M. de â€", I mean my present husband, and he bron ht me over to France, and then for the rst time I learnt what it into behappy.’_’ ”All! And he is very fond of 37611, of course. Don’t be angry with me for my impertinenceâ€"or what you, no doubt, con~ sider my irnpgrtinence.” kind, M 1001 which qudd'e uyva uiéqud sceond‘lffiho on, invd‘uutj “ Year-M. “ 0 yes." The reply was given in such a low vqice that_it_ soguded lilge a_aof_c sigh. " 0 n3, indeed I don’t,” broke in Made- line, with a shrewd, unmirthful little laugh. “ I know the world and the people in it bet- ter than you think. There are gentlemen, friends of my husband, whom I have to re‘ ceive and talk to, Whose very look is an imâ€" pertinence ; and I have learnt to be discrim- inating. I will listen to whatever you have to say. I will answer any questions you like, for I know that you are kind, I know that you areâ€"good." She looked rather asbbnished, but an- swered at dnce: Mr. Staunbon promptly took advantage of her permission, and said simply, “ You have been married before, madam ‘2'? herself , and! at (“I ng her unpaa'il‘ée. wt "vex-.ed new 5' an! lookioi “(fight “.I Ink eyes, he said; June, smith I oh nd'l l_ove for_ '.l $0,000 Socialist pamphlets were delivered. throughout Berlin by Women, who did the work no quietly that they were not noticed. And he laughed at her and kissed her again; and she clung to him and forgot everything else for the moment in the jo of feeling his reviving tenderness. But w on he had gone downstairs for his cigar, ugly misgivings would rise again to trouble her. He gave her 3 long kill which filled the loving woman’s eyes with light and life. But through :11 the happiness which his unusual tenderness woke in her, she (lid not forget to whisper, “0h Louie, thank God, thank God! You need never, never be jealous with me. And your pun. ishment was too harJ. That noteâ€"l-â€"-I don’t know what mad fancies it filled me with a" 7 _ _- " Louisâ€"one moment I don’t under- stand. You must have overheardâ€"” He laughed as he ‘ outed her shoulder ood-humoredly. "V ell, I confess it. Vhen I went to join you. I felt a little jealous to see how well you and the English- man seemed to he petting on together ; so I folloWed you pretty closely, and you know I have sharp ears ; and when I saw you al- most whispering to him as you came toward me. I @093“. to myself .that I would play me. I thought to myself that I Would plug you a little trick to puzzle you. and unln you for exchanging so much as the B adow but adconfidonce with any one but your hus- an . ’ yarfi'" ‘uv ‘ uvuov “Oh" no no; bub-3’ " All. of ooum. Y our first husband \ in a awokbwker'u ofliw, yuu any: M! .Ilgl LLA_..I)|! “ I cannot thank ou ; I am sure you don’t. expect to be t anked, for you are good because you cannot help it. But I have been praying God that some day I may meet your darling son, and be able to do him some kindness or some service to show‘ you I am rateful. I know I am not likely to have t e ohanee ; and it sound: silly to tell my feeling, doesn’t it i" she added timidly. “ No, my dear young lady. No man can have too many friends, and I am thank- ful to have‘made another friend for my boy,” paid he kindly. Madeline felt, when Louis became aware of their approach, and they all walked back to the hotel, that there was an awkward constraint between the two men; and this feeling grew so strong during the return drive that she felt quite relieved when the Victoria stopped at the porte-cochere of the dingy third~rate hotel where she and Louis were staying, and when, with a warm pres- ure of the hand, Mr. Stannton looked into her face kindly and gravely’for the last time. She did not notice his parting with Louis, for something in the Englishman’s pitying face had suddenly woke a rang of horror and fear in her heart“ that made her turn quickly away and hu’rry up-stairs. She reached her room, lit a candle, and pored over a half-sheet of scrawled addresses almost reverently With glistening eyes. Suddenly the paper was taken from her, and, looking up with a cry, she saw Louis, who examined the scrawl carefully, and then folded it up and put it in his pocket. Then, still without speaking, he got a writ- ing-case, placed it on the table before her, drew the inkstand forward, and put a pen her hand. “ It is all right, you shall know presently, my darling." said he. “ Now you are tired ; you had better 0 to bed at once. I came up without finis ing my cigar; I think I must run down and have one in the court 'She made one out cry as he put the pen again into her hand. “ 0 Louis, for God's sake teh me what it. means I" Madeiine glanced in terror at Louie; who had marvellously ehar ears. But as they crossed the road slow y to where he was standing, cigar in mouth, looking at the sun- set between the trees, he did not appear to see or hear them. She said hurriedly to her companion,_in (“s low voice. “ What a screw], my child! Never mind. Now sign it, “Madeline.” She did so, and he passed the blotting paper over it, took it from her, wrote one word at the top of the‘;pageâ€"-it was the name of a place she had never heard ofâ€"folded it, ut it into an envelope, and dictated the irection: “ M. Staunton, Hotel Collet, Lyons.” ‘ MI hope 30. win the mean time, remem- be'r, if you are ‘ln ‘any difficulty, wrlte to me; 7. am a widower, and lnve no one to interfere with my correspondence. If you want m presence I will come, if I can,” Made ine glanced in terror at Louis, who As soon as he noticed that she was not writingâ€"for her eyes Were fixed on the op- posite wall as he arranged the sentenceâ€" he shook her by the shoulder. “ Well, go on, go on." u. . ‘n u «n- “ \Vhat does it mean? \Vhat is it for, Louis?" she asked, in a husky gutturel voice. “ Never mind. Write as 1 tell you.” She hesitated a moment more, shaking from head to foot. Then, with a great sigh, as if she found it _hard_to draw breath, she wrote. «um. I thiuWym Wis he on the H1 “ You. I beliav it.” :- ' “ 15,00: that ) ohhg mad I?" ,5 They had tum thirteen. “ Now write what if tell ygu," said he very gently, laying is him upon her shoulder. “ My dear sirâ€"" _ She wrote obediently, with trembling " Can you fulfil your promise, and come and see me 2 I would not trouble you, but my need is urgentâ€"and it has indeed come soon. as you prophgaieclâ€"” dictgted he. 7 fii‘fien she turned her head slowly and in fear, and looked up into his face in heart sick wonder. toward the hotel. 'Madeliuo had tifi'w for mqyonquebtlons heforgfiiey rejoiqu b_ign. “H7370 you'any‘dauglimrfi, Mr. Staun- $29.31: w: a ' u-‘- u: . She wi‘ote‘thé first few words in stupid, timid, unreasoning submission. 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The chances of win- ning $100,010 are small, but every consump- the may be absolutely sure of recover , if he takes Dr. Pierce’s Golden Medical is- “ What in the world has happened to you since the lest time I new you 1” asked one lad of another when they met on the street the other day ; " I can t understand it. Then you were pe‘e. haggard and low- epirhed. and I remember you said that you hardly cared whether you lived or dad. 'l‘o-duy you look ever so much younger. and it is very evident from your bomniu' {me that your: low epirite have taken _igl_1t._'_’ People who are subject to bad breath. loul oonod tongue, or any disorder 0! the Stomach, can u one. be relieved by using Dr. Canon’s stomach Elnora. the old md trled remedv. Auk your Dmuglst covery in time. For all ecrofuloua diseases (consumption is one of them), it is an un- failing remedy. All druggiats. Demesticâ€" “\Vhat will I get for break~ fast? There isn't a bit of8 bread in the house.’ ” Mrs. Youngwifeâ€"“Dear. deem! that is too bad I I suppose you had better make toast. Got! No‘ More. Watson’s cough drops are the beat in the world for the throat and chest, for the voice unequalled. See that the letters R. T. W. are atamped on each drop. She Couldn't lYuder'a-u! It.