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Entered according to Act of Congress tm Ure year 1899, by NURMAN L. MUNRO. tn the offer of the Labrarian of Congress, at Washington, D. C.
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[Entered at the Post Oftce, New York, ax Second Clase Matter.)
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TURDAY, DECEMBER 16,1899. JP*LEAMTL ULAR | | No. 1867
The Bachelor’s Plaint.
BY MRS. MARY A. KIDDER.
A man of care,
And thea wit
Gere many things
That, to a fond heart,
Coinfort brings;
Objects ot beauty, sie true, sir, Bat what cag
and ther
ters, gd, there
ae pnb “Nothing,” returned the young
man,’ regretfully. “But now, Nel-
mm, I must go. Take care of
7 page may ferent 4 =U MEART STILL TRUE, oven father, and write or wire me, to
‘To enare my dainties, i a ERuseg VOUS BEASIN T a should Club, if any-
My bosom friend Xe Lt isis COURT To BE MY Wi ‘ow father pelent, “hens Should
x conpm fiend x hu ent, bond for me; I
And'yet 1 was : would come ‘at once Im such @
contingency.
Not satisfied.
CZ
Old Nelson shook “bls head slow- -
ly.
“Rita sige’ s us,
1 culled tres, “Not much danger of your fath-
°
a hie trunk.
© books and draw aulet—
ye books and drawings for one must not show one’s suf-
Te bistse my Fetends, critical eyea of
a please myself.
My re was bright, orld, Sydney Yorke left his
‘My hearthstoue wide, Gisowned, die-
And yet | was
Not autistied. net wil go to the club eat be
ocided; nen @ letter”
'y my rose tre en
aoke toclore:
1 plucked the iast rose « amy
ia Nott SS envelope, wien its taint eefizae, * :
a save Ito aan SS ‘ SSN Pf : \ g , 1 the seal, glanced :
ty Belghbor, May. i SS a ‘ Se CA bastly over its contents. Was }
For many a day. ae j or bad be audden
<..._ Now she has promised
i Ly SW AXDKEY fte.,Fan thd ,
ATE tre
pote it ts
she'll be my SSSRE 7
Darling little beide— Pos AND es a ut Keo .
ow Ty XCrT .
‘Heart Is satlofied! 1 thought 1 aid, aud 1
TRE GIRL BENT Oven wh gagement be- ‘
eT eee that it haa
been a totetak 6.
“Lam going to marry Sir Rich- ‘
oR,
THE HONOR OF THE YORKES. cuapren un.
BLACKMAIL,
ir o J ROC . Ix a plainly furnished sitting
/ BY MRS. E. BURKE COLLINS, ote ging
“Wanda's Lover,” “Marguerite ” “The Lady of Ashlands,” “A Well-Kept Secret,” “A Hidden nversing
Author of “Wa Moreen ta, Modern Jicatheny ees ee. P earnestly with his friend and boon
oé A “You indignantly cried May, ‘‘my own father, allowed my name to be used, while companion, Captal 7 ‘ 7
wo UE LAA 8 offered for sale, as one offers any commodity In the public market!” arte ol ‘
[Tuts story will not be published in book form.) whose handsome face bore marks
—— of dissipation; # man w {, :
‘amily reasons, u may say, since it is your father's “Father! will you turn me away like that? L! once clegant, was worn now, and shabby genteel; @ ‘
CHAPTER I. bad peter eye her up and ask May Erlscourt to he that fs im _—" ‘ho bore upot m hie erson and in his manne
. 2 be yout “I do not sc nnaeretand you,” murmured the young| “Go!" repeated the old man’s quivering voice once the hall-mark of adventurer, yet with a fat }
4 FATHER'S CORE Sylacy Yorke’s face fused. man, more, the proud face stern and unylelding, Slowly | pensity for covering up the truth and sinning
E Brood Jenni eainst tae t tall marble mantel, | “Whatever sorrow I may have to bear, father, 1] “And I cannot explain, man will take my word for| and sadly Sydney Yorke obeyed the command. On| friends, even against thelr better j vagment,
pe lark bead thro relessiy back, bis| shall try to bear it ke ® man,” be gently. | it, will you not, when mercy ur A man of education and accomplishments
e ale wi intense we estoments the brown |“ ‘What can’t be cured must be endured,’ and I fall | of Warren Ersicourt, her father? conversationalist, but in reality , and 8
. _ se full of grieved surprise—a handsome, |¢o gee how T should better ft In any way by marry- | to prison to-morrow if he 1 thie was securely hidden from the
nly young fellow—s “sidser Yorke, just out | ing another wi “Father! Impossible! eyes of the ve and eiittering society veneer
ot cots, aud only twenty-© “You do?” “It Is true, my so deceived the P
5 him stood a sak porater erly Sgure; an old| Leonard Yorke's lip curled scornfully. you will believe me—" le was Hstening with @ blank, disappointed look
a tr gray bait pleroing black | ‘*Listen to me. The advice given by a sago author-| «1 believe you!"” The white lips framed the words Leonard Yorke's at-
anda ard "yo rke, | ity, once upon a time, is good and to the point. | mechanically. “Surely no man would be mad enough red mam
tmillionatre, ‘are sixty-one, and ung man’s | When asked what would effect a radical cure in a|to accuse himself of a crime, or misdemeanor, as of Erlecourt.
ther. jow you have my arametis personae, | man who was disappointed in his love with a certain ine ce may bee ot reich he is not guilty.” brow clouded,
and the curtain ‘rings upon Act I. woman, he prescribed as follows: ‘Another wo: as death and his black eyes hed his hands, white
man
‘So! this js your ultimatum, father 's on the same principle as the Pasteur sitive ike. "yiemonds from under bis beary brows,
same a will
The young man’s voice tre! trembled ever x slightly. | cure for irophobia—to inoculate with the reconsider your determination, Sydney?”
‘The old man compressed his ff bidden | disease.” he iaked persuasively. “You will consent?” orke, rou must think this Is a delectable
by the silky gray mustache, td weaned. ‘hue hea‘ nd on the same principle—or lack of rinctple Sydney Yorke wheeled about, his eyes flashing, to! burst forth at length.
ye —that ‘two wrongs make one right,’ returned tl “No!” he cried resolutely, “a tl times no! t to be refused, In effect, by your use-
wing vitimatum, Sydney? her, T want you to be| young man sadly. “No, father, I shall not take | gad te a coward and a koave to sacrifice a wou: mend him
success in life, my boy. ze reat from ‘col. your prescription. With my heart still true to|an's tender heart even to save my own father from ing, Is 1 ce and bis father’s prospective
lege, helr-expectant to ewbat ymfortable for- | Venetia Lyell, It would be a sin to ask May Erls-|the consequences of his sin, There must be some | i 8 ee ae ae
ne whenever I‘ court to be my wife. other way—but not that~not that! I would be
Hush, fathe “Then, by Jove, you cannot remain under my | ashamed to look an honest woman in the face if I 1 aow, vit seat So rae
oun man seated and aid bis hand ‘tgbuiy roof,” cried the old man aretha, rng bis | committed such a soamotul ¢ de
rast ‘you will be spared | white bands fiercely together. “I hi my | disappoint you, father, a ed since ‘you : fa Pretusee to seve
ded Niectionstely. word to her father that you should ‘aoe rey to| «stop! Not another word I will not hear y¢ a te bank. ‘and he, the mf fuses my daughter! No! By George! not
marry you. My honor is involved, and you shall do| and I have no more to say. T have weighed you ie
the balance and am satisfied. You are no son of
For
death ra “fod T abould be a
the sake of a footish senti-| His case was that of thousands of others. A col-
han
ia all to each other. a be might ‘ave married May Erlscourt and would
‘And that 1s why I cannot understand | son of ie {vt inte tho world you go, not.”
“Exact! 1@ hence!
your refusing to follow vy sees ation, Sydney, I} dare our father any more. Tam | ment wal ihedoes you no credit, you are willing to ion, f. €., a crack shot, stroke oar of the Sydney would never be guilty of such an insult
have set my heart your marriage to May wine thee you should enjoy the weaith thet I have mentee ee old father.” rsity crew, accomplished at golf, and second t ugbter!” Leonard Yorke was begiouing
Eri fhe is young, beautiful and sweet tem-| been years in accumulating, but you will have to| +1 cannot—dare aot—comat euch 4 ain, fashes.* ball and polo—he was utterly united thaleeeny but the other checked bim.
sete ceerything a man could wish for, What is | marry the woman I select for you, or go forth into igh man angrily. wrest from {t bis logies
your abjectio he world alone—no longer son of mine! ‘more: T righ never to [00k oo many of the gilded
“Mine, fathert Z have none, Miss Ersicourt is | Sitence in the beautiful room; a library whose in- fine gon, indeed, who would let
charming, an ery way unexceptionadle. | terior would have made a lover's heart thrill 0 prison rather than give mo-| In the cover “hall he encountered old Nelson, a t
nly—" with delight. Such a fine collection of rare and| mentary pain to the buttery upon whom he has set | family servant who had been with the Yorkes for Very well, he shall not! So that is settied. But
He bealtated and vis dark eyes drooped for an| valuable volumes! Such sleepy bollow chairs in rancy—De' 1e Will not marry he does you know and are prepared to meet the conse
instant before vreing gaze of the ofd man’s | which to nestle while one buried all care and out- | not | bitter emphasis upon the last word que
exes from under t thelt heavy brows side grievances on the faithful breasts‘of these silent “Nom, iisten to me, Sydney Yorke! From this day
“Only"—L-onard Yorke mimicked bis son's tone | friends—for books, good books, are our best and | out you are nothing to me; your shadow must never
sely—"you are dead In love, or fancy yourzclt jeave my how!
nt
F should you hold me, te that’ crazy com-
pact, Ine while I under the Influence of
ented. Yorke hetplees7.
fo, with the pretty nonentity who succeeded i ed
ing your head while at college. ‘weak and Tdo—and will! 1 was igned
unstable, you wilt find, and you will rue the day man. et ott! ‘omoren, Masa ey, and, drunk oF oder, it holds ws Rood.
that 1 to her fascinatlons, Yes, Th when you have reflected—" out th
heard ail about Venctia Lyell, She is hard-hearted, de essed. Listen while Tread
co ry. If she sees a hope of doin; Tan old man poled shaking, Seger tomar he |
etter than to marry you she will fing you over, lke + of the turued and glanced Into | something bebind It that we doo’t wad are from between the Tea vee of 4 note Book
He eer e nt nichts touguot, You reaooe—why you should, marry May Brlecourt see ese Stentiese tac, eee cotaia Belecourt ives to Die? ae arith be took from his pocket, a folded paper, and,
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