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Pardon my lighting a cigarette. ‘Theso fumes are a little powerful. Then if I were asleep and had not been awakened by the time ‘uon arrivedâ€"well, it was to be a drug. pposing, my dear Mr. Watson, you do me the favor of emptying this little flask into the sea." Mr. Watson obeyed promptly. There were several points in his favor to be ined by the destruction of this evh &oe of his unsuccessful attempt. As he crossed th> deck, holding the little bottle at arm‘s length from him, a delicate white vapor could be disâ€" tinctly seen rising from the bottle and wvanishing into the air. There was a little hiss like th> hiss of a snake as it touched the water, and a epot of white froth marked the place where it sank. e s Nn en _ CEYLON AND INDIA TEA, Mr. Watson was evidently disinâ€" glined to _ make the effort. He glanced covertly u» the deck, and seemed to be preparing himsel{ for a rush. Again that little argument of steel and the grim look on Mr. Sabin‘s face prevailed. They both crossed the thresholid. The odor, though _ powerful, _ was almost nullified _ by the rushing _ of the â€" salt _ wind through the open â€" window _ and door which Nr. Sabin had fixed open with a catch. Reaching out his hand he pulled down a& little brass hookâ€"the room was imâ€" mediately lit with the soft glare of the electric light. ol S fie first looked towards the bed and smiled. His little device, then, had aucceeded. The rug which he had rolled up under the sheets into the shape of a human form, was undisâ€" turbed. In the absence of a light, Mr. Watson had evidently taken for granted that the man whom he had sought to destroy was really in the mom. The two men suddenly exâ€" changed glances, and Mr. Sabin smiled at the other‘s look of dismay. "It was not like you," he said fintly; " it was really very clumsy deed to take for granted my presaâ€" ence here. I have great faith in you and your methods, my friend ; but do _ Mr. Watson admitted his error with a gleam in his dark eyes, which Mr. Sabin accepted as an additional warnâ€" ing. | y e ioi dn ts i " Much too strong," Mr. Sabin murâ€" mured. " A sad waste of a very valuâ€" QE: Crug, my friend. Now will you come inside with me ? We must have a little chat. But first kindly etand quite still for one moment. There ‘a no parsicular reason why‘lbshg‘ulcfil 2 uin mogi o ks doctnas a you think that it would have been altogether wise for me to have slept bere alone with unfastened doorâ€" under the circumstances ?" a " Your little device," he continued, raising an uastopped flask from the table by the side of the bed, "is otherâ€" wise excellent, and I foel that I owe you many thanks for arranging a death that should be painkss. _ You might have made other plans 'which run any risk. GREEN OR BLACK,. Its Virtues are Many; Its Faults None. THE SEASIDE HOUSE, ATLANTIC CITY, N.J. SALADA ( The above well known hotel has been a favorite resort for Canâ€" adlans for years past. With accommodations for _ three _ hundred guests, it is considered one of the best located in Atlantic Tity. Is open throughout the year; has all modern conveniences, such as elecâ€" tric lighting. Hydraulic elevators running to level of the pavement. Sun galleries and covered walk to the ocean. Thoroughly warmed with open grate wood fires and steamheat throughcut. The Seaside House has & full and unobstructed view of the ocean, with a lawn extending and connecting with the famous ocean promenade. The "Seaside" has luxurious surroundings equal to any hotel on the sea coast for comfort and elegance. Wide piazzas, five hundred feet long #urround the hotel. Drawing, reception, waiting, billiard and smoking rooms are prettily furnished. The t able is supplied with the best the Philadelphia niarket affords. Hot and cold sea water baths, long distance teleohone and telegraph communication to all parts of the world. For terms address o F j CHAS. EVANS S ON, _ _ T7 Beaside House, 2. h Atlantic City, N. J. That‘s saying a good deal, but it it yourkell. & trint WIl memare Fls ud "«0 °76 & £ood deal, but it is a true statement. You can verify â€" A trial will prove the truth or falsity of the above statement. I am going to take that Ceylon Teas are sold in Sealed Lead Packets only. Black, Mixed, Uncolored Ceylon Green Free samples sent. Address "Salada,‘‘ Toronto Mr. Watson‘s first instinct was evi dently one of resistance. Then sud denly he felt the cold muzzle of a re volver upon his forehead. "If you move," Mr. Sabin said quietly, "you are a dead man. My best policy would be to kill you ; I am foolish not to do it. But I hate vioâ€" lence. You are safe if you do as I tell you." Mr. Watson recognized the fact that his companion was in earnest. _ He stood quite still and watched his reâ€" volver describe a semicirele in the darkness and a fall with a little splash in the water. Then he followed Mr. Sabin into his cabin. revolver from your pocket and throw it overboard." The Doomschen. "I suppose," Mr. Sabin began, closâ€" ing the door of the cabin behind him, "that I may take itâ€"this episodeâ€" as an indication of your refusal to accept the proposals I made to you?" Mr. Watson did not immediately reâ€" ply. He had seated himsel{ on the corâ€" ner of a lounge and was leaning forâ€" ward, his head resting moodily upon his hands. His sallow face was paler even than usual and his expression was sullen. He looked, as he undoubt:â€" edly was, in an evil humor with himâ€" self and all things. W "It was not a matter of choice with me," he muttered. "Look out of your window there and you will see that even here upon the ocean I am under surveillance." Mr. Sabin‘s eyes followed the man‘s fore{inger. Far away across the ocean he could see a dim green light almost upon the horizon. It was the German manâ€"ofâ€"war. "That is quite true," Mr. Sabin said. "I admit that there are diffiâ€" culties, but it seems to me that you have overlooked the crux of the whole matter. I have offered you enâ€" ough to live on for the rest of your days, without ever returning to Euâ€" rope. You k»ow very well that you can step off this ship arm in arm with me when we reach Boston even though your manâ€"ofâ€"war be alongâ€" side the dock. They could not touch youâ€"you could leave yourâ€"pardon me â€"not too honorable occupation once and forever. America is not the counâ€" try in which one would choose to live, but it has its resourcesâ€"it can give you big game and charming woâ€" met. I have lived there, and I know. It is not Europe, but it is the next best thing. Come, you had better acâ€" cept my terms!" . The man had listened without movâ€" ing a muscle of his face. There was something almost pitiable in its white, sullen despair. Then his lips parted. " Vould to God I could !"‘ he moanâ€" ed. "Would to God I had the power to listen to you !" _ _ t ie s B The ntftain who had called himsel{ Watson raied his head slowly. His expression remained al:ogether hopeâ€" less. He had the appearance of a man given wholly over to despair. * _Mr. Sabin shuddered. He became suddenliy sory grave. "You are not Mr. Sabin flicked the ash off his cigarette and looked thoughtful. He stroked his grey imperial and kept his eyes on his companion. . s _ "Have you ever heard of the Doomsâ€" chen ?" he asked slowly. _ _ Mr. Sabin shrugged his shoulders. "By all means," he murmured. "Perâ€" sonally I have m interest in them : but if you would talk like a reasonâ€" able man and tell me where your difâ€" ficulty lies, I might be able to help â€"*"*The extradition laws," the other interrupted savagely. _ _ _ _ CHAPTER XLYVIIL was long. It had reached him hereâ€" it would reach him to the fathermost corner of the world. Nor could Mr. Sabin for the moment see any light. The man was umder perpetual senâ€" tence of death. There was no counâ€" try in the world which would not give him up if called upon to do so. one of them?" he exclaiimed. The man bowed his head. "1 am one of those devils," he adâ€" mit ted. . Mr. Sabimn rose to his feet and wa‘lkâ€" ed urp and down the liitle room. "Of course," he remarked, "that complicates matters, but there ought to be a way out of it. Let me think for a moment." The man on the lounge sat still with unchanging face. In his heart he knew that there was no way out of it. The chains which bound him were such as the hand of man had no powâ€" er to destroy. The arm of his master Watson closed the door, and Mr. Saâ€" bin glanced at the bed. For a moâ€" ment or two he hesitated, although the desire for sleep had gone by. Then he stepped out onto the deck and leaned thoughtfully over the white railing. Far away eastwards there were signs already of the coming day. A soft, gray twilight rested upon the sea ; darker and blacker the waters just then by contrast with the light. ening skies. A fresh breezoe was blowâ€" ing. There was no living thing in sight save that faint green light where the rolling s#°a touched the clouds. Mr. Sabin‘s ¢yes grew fixed. A curious depression‘ came over him in that half hour before the dawn, when all emotion is qu:ckened by that intense brooding stillness. He was passing, he felt, into perpetual exile, He who had been so intimately in touch with the large things of the world had come to that point when, after all, he was bound to write his life down a failure. For its great deâ€" sire was no nearer consummation. He had made hie grand effort and had failed. There had been other ways in which he might have found happiâ€" ness. Was he growing morbid, he wonâ€" dered, bitterly but unresistingly, that her face should suddenly float before his eyes. In fancy he could see® her coming towards him there across the still waters, the o.d, brilliant smile upon her lips, the lovelight in her eyes, that calm disdain of all other "But surely you would have been marked down at Boston," Mr. Sabin said. "What you have told me," Mr. Saâ€" bin said, "explains, of course, to a certaim extent. your present indifâ€" ference to my offers. But when Ifirst approached you in this way you cerâ€" tainly led me to thinkâ€"â€"‘** " That was before that cursed Kaiâ€" ser WThelm came up," Watson interâ€" rupted. "I had a planâ€"I might have made a rush for lberty, at any rate!" "The only friend I have in the world," the other said slowly, "is the manager of the Government‘s Secret Cable Office at Berlin. He was on my #‘de. It would have given me a chance, but now"‘â€"he looked out of the winâ€" dowâ€""it is hopeless I~ _ _ s Mr. Sabim resumed his chair and lit a fresh cigarette He had thought the matter out and began to see light. "It is rather an awkward fix," he said, "but ‘hopeless‘ is a word which I do not understand. As regards our present dilemma I think that I see an excellent way out of it." _ _ _ "On the contrary," Mr. Sabin anâ€" swered, "he will do it for the askâ€" ing. There is not a single difficulty which we cannot easily surmount." "There is my companion," Watson remarked ; "she will have to be reckâ€" oned with." A momentary ray of hope flashed across the man‘s face. Then he shook his head. "It is not possible," he murmured. Mr. Sabin smiled quietly. " My friend," he said, "I perceive that you are a pessimist! You will find yourself in a very short time a free man with the best of your life before you. Take my advice. Whatâ€" ever career you embark in, do so in a more sanguine spirit. Difficulties to the man who faces them bo!ldly lose half their strength. But to proceed. You are one of those who are called ‘Doomschen.‘ That means, I believe, that you have comm{tted a crime punâ€" ishable by deathâ€"that you ars on parole cnly so long as you remain in the service ol the Secret Police of your country. That is so, is it not t" The man assented grimly. Mr. Sabin continuedâ€" "Leave her," Mr. Sabin said, "to me. I will undertake that she will be on our side before many hours are passed. You had better go down to your room now. It is getting light, and I want to rest." "But the captainâ€"surely he will never consent to help ?" y "You only didâ€"whatâ€"in a sense was your duty," Mr. Sabin angwered. "I bear no maliceâ€"especially since I esâ€" caped." "If you were to abandon your preâ€" sent task and fail to offer satisfacâ€" tory explanationsâ€"if you were to atâ€" tempt to settle down in America, your extradition, I presume, would at onee be app.ied for. You would be given no second chance." "Exactly, and there is, I believe, another conmtingency. If you should succeed in your presen‘t enterprise, which, I prosume, is my exterminaâ€" tion, you would obtain your freedom.‘" "I do now intend to beâ€"actually," Mr. Sabin explained. "Exactly how I am going to manags it I can‘t tell you just now, but it will be quite easy. I shall be dead to the belief of everybody on board here except the captain, and he wi#ll be our accomâ€" plice. I shall remain hidden until your Kaiser Wi‘helm has left, and when I do land in Americaâ€"it shall not be as Mr. Sabin." clai Watson paused upon the threshold. He pointed in some embarrassment to the table by the side of the bei. "Is it any use," he murmured in a low tone, "saying that I am sorry for this ?" _ "I should be show without a momâ€" ent‘s hesitation," Watson admitted grimiy. | [ pig NMurai otet . The man on the lounge nodded. A species of despair was upon him. This man was his mastier in all ways. He would ba his master to the end. "That brings us," Mr. Sabin conâ€" tinued, "to my proposition. I must admit that the details I have not fully thought out yet, but that is a matter of only half an hour or &o. I propose that you should kill me in Boston Harbor and escape to your manâ€"ofâ€"war. They will, of course, reâ€" fuse to give you up, and on your reâ€" iurn to Germany you will receive your freedom." "Butâ€"but you," Watson exclaimed, bewildered, "you don‘t want to be killed, surely ?" _ h fln e Watson rose to his feat. He was a transformed man. A sudden hope had brightened his face. His eyes were on "It is a wonderlu} schema!" he exâ€" men written so plainly on the face which should surely â€" have been & queen‘s. Mr. Sabin thought of those things which had passed, and he thought of what was to come, and a moment of bitterness crept into his life which he knew must leave its mark forâ€" ever. His head dropped into his hands and remained buried there. Thus he stood until the first ray of sunlight travelling across the water fell upon him, and he knew that morning had come. He crossed the deck, and, enterâ€" ing his cabin, closed the door. CHAPTER XLIX. ‘ Mr. Sabin is Sentimental. Mr. Sabin found it a harder mat« ter than he had anticipated to in« duce the captain to consent to the scheme be had formulated. Never:â€" theless, he succeeded in the end, and by lunch time the following day the whole affair was settled. There was a certain amount of risk in the affair; but, on the other hand, if successfully carried out, it set free once and forever the two men mainâ€" ly concerned in it. Mr. Sabin,. who was in rather a curious mood, came out of the captain‘s room _A little after 1 o‘clock, feeling altogether indisposed for conversation of any sort, ordered his luncheon from the deck steward, and moved his chair apart from the others in a sunny, secluded corner of the boat. _"And why this seclusion, Sir Misâ€" anthrope ?" _ _ _ _ hk .. PC ArAMA Tc The voyage of the Calipha came to its usual termination about ten o‘clock on the following morning, when she passed Boston lights and steamed slowly down the smooth waters of the harbors. The seven pasâ€" sengers were all upon deck in wonderâ€" fully transformed guise. Already the steamer Chairs were being tied u and piled away ; the stewards, otfi‘: ciously anxious to render some last service, were hovering around. Mrs. Watson, in a plain tailor gown and quiet felt hat, was sitting heavily _ It was here that Mrs. Watsom found him an hour later. ASUBEA _ He laughed and dragged her chair alongside of his. _ s Pm "Come and sit down," he said. " I want to talk to you. I want." he added, lowering his voice, " to thank you for your warning." 1 Ther were close together now and alone, cut off from the other chairs by one of the lifeboats. She looked up at him from amongst the cushâ€" ions with which her chair was hung. " You understood," she murmured. " Perfectly." "You are safe now," she said. "From him, «t any rate. You have won him over." " Your friendship,‘ she interrupted, "I shall be very glad to have. We may perhaps help one another to feel less lonely." Mr. Sabin gently shook his head. "I1 had a friend of your sex once," he said. "I shallâ€"forgive meâ€"never have another." "Is she dead ?" "If she is dead, it is I who have killed her. I_ sacrificed her to my ambition. _ We parted, und _ for months â€" for years â€" I scarcely thought of her and now the day o{ retribution has come. I think of ber, but it is in vain. Great barriers have rolled between us since those days, but she was my first friend, and she will be my only one." There was a long silence. Mr. Saâ€" bin‘s eyes were fixed steadily seaâ€" wards. A flood of recollections had suddenly taken possession of him. When at last he looked round, he chair by his side was vacant. "I have found a way of safety," Mr. Sabin said, "for both of us." _ She leaned her head upon her deliâ€" cate white fingers, and looked at him curiously. @8 0k @ Mr. Sabin regarded her with some faint indication of surprise. He was not sure what she meant. Did she expect a reward for her warning, he wondered. Her words would seem to indicate something of the sort, and yet he was not sure. _ $ Mr. Sabin looked out across the sea, and repeated her question _ to himself. What was he going to do in this great, strange land, whose ways were not his ways, and whose sympathies lay so far apart from "I am afraid," he said kindly, "we have not considered you very much yet. You will go on to Boston, of course. Then I suppose you will reâ€" $urn /to :Germany."> s 0 00. 5 * Never," she exclaimed, with a suppressed passion. "1 have broken my vows. I shall never set foot in Germany again. I broke them for your sake." ko r i % "I am glad to hear you say that," he declared. " Believe me, my dear young lady, I haveseen a great deal of guch matters, and I can asâ€" sure you that the sooner you break away from all association with this man Watson and his employers the better." "But your friends?" Mr. Sabin commenced. " Your family ?" "I have no family." i Mr. Sabin was thoughtful for seyâ€" erul moments, then he took out his case and lit a cigarette. He watchâ€" ed the blue smoke floating away over the ship‘s side, and looked no more at the woman at his elbow. " Your plans," she said, "are adâ€" mirable; but what of me ?" *" What America ?" A soft, white hand touched his for a moment. He looked into her face, and saw there an emotion which surprised him. "It is my exile, too," she said. "I shall never dare to return. I have no wish to return." "If you decide," he said quietly, " to settle in America, you must not allow yoursel{ to forget that I am very much your debtor. I1‘"~â€"â€" Mr. Sabin was delighted ~to hear it. Yet he felt that there was a certain awkwardness between them, He was this woman‘s debtor, and he had made no effort to discharge his debt. What did she expect from him ? He looked at her through half. closed eyes, and wondered. "If I can be of any use to you," he suggested softly, "in any fresh start you may make in life, you have only to command me." "I cannot tell,"" he murmured. "I have gome here for safety. I have no cofntry nor any friends, This is the land of my exile." o _Mr. Sabin looked at her thoughtâ€" fully. 4 A She kept her face averted from him. There was land in sight, and she seemed much interested in it. "It is all oyer," she murmured. "I am a free woman." A Harbor Tragedy. are you going to do in CHAPTER L. ONTARIO ARCHI ; TORONTO i nc ol . ... T e n s se o . * on eapeen Sn es nnpa in L sd * g**%****************&~%*V&?*3£ «& Woman Decoy # The object of this advertisement is to induce you to try MONSOON CEYLON TEA. Get a package; it really merits a trial. K p p & Ip Ip J t ts Ip p ip & a ip n tp J ts J h: Jn Ip tp Js §R The way she works can best be told by doscribmfihe circumstances of a divorce obtained a few weeks ago by the wife of a Board of Trade man. ‘This woman was married to the specâ€" ulator before she kzew much of poctry, opera or twin souls, and when she wanted carriages and A home more than anything else. Her husband was good to her with his bank book and they cared for each other, and she for the bank book, in a good fellow sort of way, but with no undying love in the proposition. ‘The wife declded a while ago that she would like to be free. The husâ€" band had never broken over the traces, and a lawyer could find no ground upon which the wife could get her divorce. One woman in a western city has mapped out a new and original line of business for hergel{. She is a creator of grounds of divorce, and she finds that it pays well and enables her to live a life of comparative ease and luxury. t »A This woma®; who is well educated, young, and of more than ordinary beauty, Justifies her "profession," as she calls it, on the ground that too many couples are mismated and live catâ€"andâ€"dog lives, whereas if they were separated and at liberty to conâ€" tract wuillons with partners more to their lking they would be perfectly happy. Again, many wives are tled to husbands from whom they would gladly be separated, but can find noâ€" thing In their conduct that the law will consider fjfustification for a diâ€" vorce. veiled, apart and alone. There were no signs of either Mr. Watson or Mr. Sabin. The captain was on the bridge talking to the pilot. Scarcely a hunâ€" dred yards away lay the Kaiser Wilâ€" helor, white and stately, with her brass work shining like gold in the sunlight, and her decks as white as snow. The Calipha was almost at a standstill, awaiting the @octor‘s brig, which was coming up to her on the port side. Everyone was leaning over the railing watching her. Mr. Watson and Mr. Sabin, who had just come up the gangway together, turned away towards the deserted aide of the boat, engaged apparently in serilous converâ€" sation. Suddenly everyone on deck started. A revolver shot, followed by two heary splashes in the water, rang out clear and crisp above the clankâ€" Here is where the woman who "creâ€" ates grounds" comes in. As the confiâ€" dante of the wife, and for a suficient consideration, she will contract to get that husband in love with her, or to compromise himself with her in such a way that the wife can get her divorce. She carries out her conâ€" tract so thoroughly and successfully that the husband is unable and unâ€" willing to make any defence, although at the same time he has committed no criminal act,. and is simply the vieâ€" tim of clreums*tances. The wife gets a divorce and alimony, publicity is avoided, and the husband never knowsâ€"at least not at the timeâ€" that he has played the part of a dupe. 4 ing of chains and slighter noises. There was a moment‘s startled s:lence â€"everyone looked at one anotherâ€" then a rush for the starboard s:.de of the steamer. Above the little torrent of minor exclamations, the captain‘s voice sang out like thunder. _ _ The seven passengers, two steward® i and a stray seaman arrived on the | starboard side of the gangway at | _"Lower the number one boat. Quarâ€" termaster, man a crew." x ‘This woman is the highest artifiâ€" clal â€" development of the divorce laws. â€" The recent decision that many of the Dakota divorces have been invalid on account of nonâ€" residence has been a good thing for her business. While working on a case she is willing to live _ anyâ€" where, although she always demands the best â€" accommodations that money can buy. The strangest part of it all is that she is not a meddleâ€" some detective, and no matter what she does she never divulges a word beyond those she is paid to say. She is mysterious, and some of the divorces granted lately without apâ€" parent cause can be ascribed to the quietness and skill with which this "other woman" works. The name by which she is known to some of her clients is Margaret Hobson. Miss Hobson has _ often found it necessary to change her name with her tactigs. But no matâ€" ter what she does she never crosses swords with the law. She knows better than that. & MONSOON ?1oes Not Court Publicity. A score of men and women have availed themselves of this woman‘s services and have paid her liberally. Now she has five cases pending on her books. In some of these cases as well as in most of the cases that have gone before, the revelation of her name means much to the party who does not want the divorce. !n some cases it will save alimony, In all of them it would create talk, and the worian‘s work is of a naâ€" ture that is not helped by indisâ€" criminate discussion. _ Rhe is a professional "other woâ€" man.‘" She stakes nothing and alâ€" ways stands to win much. She has scrupies, but never lets them inâ€" terfere with her business. * Young and Pretty, She Fascinates the Unsuspecting Man, and the Decree is Easy. LEAD PACKETS. Who Secures Divorces. Learrns of Miss Hobson. ‘Then some woman spoke to the wife about Miss Hobson. "Who is Miss Hobson ?" she asked. "I‘ll bring her around to call and you shall see," her friend said, and the next day the three women wert to a matinee, and then to the woâ€" men‘s restaurant of a tig downâ€"town hotel, where the plan that resulted in a «livorce with alimony was decided ‘‘It is my business," said Miss Hobson, sweetly ,"to find that someâ€" thing for you. Your husband shall fall in love with me», and then your divorce wili be easy." Miss Hobson, according to the wife who would not have her name known for worlds, wore a stunning prinâ€" cesse gown, a love of a hat, and & limited supply of exceedingly expenâ€" sive jewelry. She talked of her echool days in an aristocratic eastern boardâ€" ing school and of her friends in New York and Washington. ‘The friends were of the first water of social prominence. With delicacy the friend introduced the eubject of the wife‘s dissatisfaction with her husband and of her inability to find anything upon which a scparation could be obtained. , The wife revolted for an instant at the idea of the husband daring to think any woman except herself worâ€" thy of his more or less lukewarmlove, but when she thought it all over she put the entire case in Miss Hobson‘s hands. The latter went to work with an authority that made the wife wonder how many divorces she had been instrumental in procuring before she came into the board of trade tangle. The subject of money was never mentioned. Miss Hobson asked that she be presented to the husband and this was done the next night. She wore a bewildering evenâ€" ing gown and her freshness of face and figure, her wit and her amiabilâ€" ity won the big husband at once. He asked that she accompany him drivâ€" ing the next day, and in a week they were deeply in love. Musband Does No Opposing. During all this time she said never a word about the man‘s wife and a{- peared to be on pleasant terms with her. Soon there came a couple of late suppers, and a trip out of town for the man, with a correspondln’ but innocent absence on the part o Miss Hobson. The wife saw a law»â€" yer, the lawyer saw the man, the man saw Miss Hobson. She told hinv that although she was not ready to lie down and die for him she thought he was a magnificent fellow, and he did no opposing when his wife asked for a separation. Since that time Miss Hobson has gradually looseaed her hold on the husband, but even now he does not know that it was all what a sporting man would informalâ€" ly call a "frameâ€"up." BEXA it, and that he was alone. Where was Mr. Sabin ? A slight cry from behind diverted attention for a moment from the bobbing bead. Mrs. Watson, who hadk heard the murmurs, was lying in & dead faimt across a chair. One of the women moved to her skic. The others resumed their watch upon events. |, about the same mcment. There was at first very little to be seen, A faint cloud of blue smoke was curling upâ€" wards, and there was a sirong cdor of gunpowder in the air. On the deck were lying a small, re en‘lyâ€"dischargâ€" ed revolver and a man‘s white linen cap, which, from it‘s somewhat pecuâ€" liar shape, everyone recognized at once as belonging to Mr. Sabin. At first sight there was absolutely noth= ing else to be seen. Then, suddenly someone pointed to a man‘s hu‘ about fifiy yards away in the water. Everyone crowded to the slde to look at it. It was bard at that distance to distinguish the features, but & ttle murmur arose, doubtful at first, but gaining confidence. It was the head of Mr. Watson. The murmutk rather grew than increased when i* was seen that he was swimming, not? towards the steamer, but away {rome Miss Hobson was given $200 by, the wife. The name she signed at the bottom of the receipt certified that the $200 was for value received, and the name was not "Miss Hobson." It was another that did just as well, The mysterious "otlver woman" ie not employed entirely by designin women. A busband cam ‘hire her &, be pays enough, and her friends ur. that she can make any woman jeAalâ€" ous. The woman gets jealous, and then it is expected that divorce proâ€" ceedings or ut least separation proâ€" ceedings will be instituted. The "other woman" would not dreany of going into a divorce court. She wants no publicity, and says sho will drop out of a gase before 1t gets to the court room stage, DO matter how much money is in it for her. f pie esn . A few members of the eamart set suspect that Miss Hobson is not u} that she seems, although not one o them can lay a fingor on a wrodg, action or an unconventional word. She is woll read and has the theatre at her finger tips. She has travelled much, but never says anything that gives even the most acute amateur, detective of her acquaintance . & clew upon ‘which to work.â€"N. Â¥. Telegram. ALL GROCERS. (To be Continued.) eEReRoEn NCOE lay a finger an unconven! read and has ger tips. She 1 never says an the most ac of her aequ: *which to