The Alto Herald (Alto, Tex.), Vol. 9, No. 10, Ed. 1 Friday, February 12, 1909 Page: 3 of 8
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TiOr l Wilfred Vincent and Archibald
Terhune arc Introduced at the opening of
the ntory, In Kn^Iand, tho latter relating
tho tale. The pair on an outfnK ml s
their train and seeking recreation meet
"the Honorable Agatha Wyckhoff."
whose hand In much sought afters be-
cause of her wealth. Five other Agatha
Wyckhoffs are introduced. The deceased
Htepfather, in an eccentric moment, made
his will so that the real Agatha, heiress
to his fortune and tho castle at Wye,
England, might wed her affinity. Thus
Mrs. Armistead, chaperon, was in duty
bound to keep the real Agatha's Identity
unknown. An attempt by Terhune to
gather a clew from the chaperon falls.
I'erhune finds old books containing pic-
ture of n former Baroness Wyckhoff.
which Is exactly like Agstha Sixth, whom
he Is courting. Agatha Fifth confesses her
love for Vincent and also that she is the
real heiress. He spurns her proposal.
Many clews to Identity of the real
Agatha prove fruitless. Agatha Fifth
later confesses she is not the heiress.
More apparently unfailing clews material-
ize. Vincent confesses love for Mrs.
Armlstead's secretary. Miss Marsh, who
told Terhune she Is married. Miss Marsh
then discloses startling information that
Agatha Sixth Is the real heiress. How-
ever, Vincent, determined to marry Miss
Marsh, is partly persuaded by Terhune
to desist in bis courtship because of dif-
ference in their stations.
CHAPTER VI.—Continued.
"I'm awfully sorry, Arcli," he said,
"that I was such a beast last night.
I'll nover forgive myself for trying to
strike you. Only, you see, I lost my
head, and I didn't know quite what
I was doing." "Of course," I said, "I
understand—" But he would not let
me stem the tide of his remorse. "And
then, you know, what you said was
very hard to hear, and you see, affcr
all, it wasn't true. She told 1110 it
■wasn't. Did you hear her?"
"Yes," I assented, "and 1 believe she
told you the truth."
"Of course; but then you're always
right, Archibald, always right, When
I go away from here and never sec
lier any more"—his lips quivered un-
controllably—"I may be able to forget
her."
"Of course you will," I assured
him, cheerily, though there was a lump
In my throat. "Men have died, but
not for love. Many have been as hard
hit as you and have recovered."
"Oh, yes," agreed my patient-, but
without enthusiasm; but at any rate
I had gained my point, and Vincent
had agreed with me that marriage
with the secretary was too rash and
foolish for him to contemplate.
"By-the-by, Arch," he said, careless-
ly, as we still sat before the Are try-
ing to make believe that the Incident
of the secretary was closed, "I have
something to tell you. The secretary
told me outright which one of the
six girls really Is the daughter of
Fletcher Boyd."
I looked at him In utter astonish-
ment. "What!" I said, excitedly; "do
you mean to say she deliberately gave
away the secret? Which one is It, for
Heaven's sake? And why did she
do it?"
"It's Agatha Sixth. You were right
all along. .As for the reason, I don't
know what she did It for, unless—un-
less—" he hesitated. "She's such an
honorable little thing I think shfl felt
that the marriage would displease my
family, so she wanted to turu me
from what she saw was coming and
used the disclosure of the Monorable
Agatha's Identity for bait. Come on
to bed," he added, with a little return
of his old spirit; "you'd Letter get
rested for your last try for the twen-
ty millions. If you make up for past
neglect you ought to wlu Agatha
Sixth hands down."
"Then you don't mean to try?"
His face clouded again. "I don't
mean to try," he said, and we went up
to our rooms In silence.
And so wo came to the last four
days of our stay at Castlo Wyckhoff.
and 1 began subtly and by degrees to
win back my former place in the re-
gard of Agatha Sixth, and with every
inch of ground 1 gained In my pursuit
of the Honorable Agatha I thought of
Vincent with a fresh pity.
The evening before the last day of
our stay we all spent together in the
music room. We were very Jolly, and
yet underneath It all I think tho girls
were a little saddened by our ap-
proaching departure, and Wilfred and
1 felt a certain regret that the end
of our delightful visit had come,
though of course I had fully deter-
mined to propose to Agatha Sixth on
the morrow. I was rather surprised,
therefore, when Vincent suddenly
complained of headache and, excusing
himself, went up to his room. When
I went up to my own room I rapped
on his door, but he made no answer
and I concluded that he must bo
asleep. The next morning, much to
my astonishment, he did not saunter
In and out of my room as he was ac-
customed to do of a morning, but
as ll waa late 1 did not stop to Inves-
tigate. nut when ten o'clock came,
and still no Vincent, I went up to his
room, for I thought he should be up
and doing on this, his last day at Cas-
tle Wyckhoff, when he was to leave
for London on the 4:15 train that aft-
ernoon. I say "he" not "we." for I
felt more confident of my success
with Agatha Sixth that day than I had
done the evening before, and although
I had not yet had the opportunity to
put the great question, I felt that It
was very possible that in the guise of
accepted lover I might not have to
take the 4:15 that afternoon.
When I reached Vincent's room I
knocked twice, and, receiving no an-
swer, entered, and was somewhat
alarmed to And that he was not there,
though his bed had been slept In.
Anxious, without knowing why, I tore
downstairs and called for Mrs. Armi-
stead. That good lady met me at the
foot of the stairs In answer to my sum-
mons, with an air as anxious as my
own.
"Have you see Lord Vincent?" I
asked her.
"Have you seen my secretary?" she
replied, without answering my ques-
ln tlmo *0 meet the elnren-sevrnteen
for London nn<l hour my l<st injunc-
tions. VINCENT."
"When did yon And this?" I gasped.
But I didn't wait to hoar her reply,
for a glance at the hall clock told me
that It was live minutes of eleven. Hare-
headed I rushed around to the stables
and fortunately found Christopher just
putting tho mare into the dogcart.
"Got In," 1 yelled, "and drive like sin!"
"Sin, sir? Where, sir?" asked Chris-
topher. .
"The station!" I cried. Jumping up
beside him; and wo flew down the
winding drive at a pace that I would
not think of attempting In cold blood.
Through Mrs. Armlstead's criminal
delay in handing me the note many
valuable minutes had been wasted, yet
I thought I should still be In time per-
haps to save Vincent from carrying
out tho last fatal step of his Incredible
folly. It might not be too late to part
them, for In spite of what he had said
In his note I could not believe that the
worst had actually happened. As we
approached the last strip of woods be-
fore we reached the station 1 caught
sight of a puff of white smoke down
the track. A moment later, when we
drew up at the platform, tho great
locomotive thundered Into tho station,
and there, at the other end of the plat-
form, I saw them. There was Vin-
cent, clad In the things ho had worn
on tho train when we had first come
through the fields of Wye, and with
him was a remarkably pretty girl with
beautiful wavy red hair, in a gray
tailor suit and a smart black hat. Of
course It was the secretary.
I waved at them frantically nnd they
waved in return, and I could see Vin-
cent smiling happily at me as they
entered one of tho carriages. As I
came up with their carriage Vincent
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The Real Agatha.
j tlon. "She's not In her room, though
hor bed has been slept In. nut she
hasn't had her breakfast, and I can't
find her anywhere."
"You don't mean It!" I ejaculated,
and a sickening fear turned me cold.
"Perhaps this has something to do
with It," said Mrs. Armistead. "I
found it 011 tho front hall table under-
neath the mall bag."
Her anxiety was apparently sincere,
and yet somehow It rang false to me.
With impatient fingers I seized the
folded paper she drew from her reti-
cule. It read as follows:
"Dear Old Arch: Sorry to deceive
you ho. but I've Bone and done It—that
l-nsh, foolish tiling you told mo not to
do; at least, by the tlmo you get this
note the deed will bo done. And I ho
dreaded your reproaches that I never
so much oh uwke<l you to be the best
man. Hut I couldn't help It, Arch, hon-
est I couldn't. Not to nave my soul.
She shouldn't have had eyes like stars
nnd hnlr like autumn leaves. As for the
money, hang the stuffy old millions. I
sny! Every pound of It is so many
Kluss beads to 1110 In comparison to
what I have this day gained. I wish
you Joy of them and of the Honorable
Agatha. I>ear old boy. forgtvo me If
you onn: nnd If you want to do me one
last favor come down * *U slatlor
opened the window wide and thrust
his head out. "Oh, Vincent!" was all
I said; "am I too Inte?"
"Not at all," he said, genially;
"you're Just In time to congratulate
me. Hut what I wanted of you. Arch"
—and he leaned toward me and low-
ered his voice—"was to ask you to
break it to my father."
"Then It's true?" I said, not quite
able to bellevo It, even yet.
"Yes, It's true," lie said aloud, and
with a radiant smile he drew back a
littlo so that I could see the erstwhile
Miss Marsh. "It's true that I've mar-
ried the secretary."
"But It's not," said that lady, much
to my surprise, and thrusting out her
pretty head. "It's not true a bit. He
hasn't married tho secretary at all. I
was only 'playing' secretary. He's
married no one but tho Honorable
Agatha, the first, last, and only honor-
able!"
And for proof of her astonishing
words she snatched off her glove and
displayed to my marveling gaze the
big emerald cross of the Wyckhoff
ring, winking In the sunshine.
At tbls moment the train began to
MIX FOR RHEUMATISM
I move, and I was filled with a sudden t
and Justifiable rage that Vincent I
should have st. dec, ired me. To tblnh Thc following is a never falling
hat ho had been In the secret. | recipe for rheumatism. To one-half
the time and had helped to make a | plnt of g00(1 whlskey a(](1 one ounco
syrup sarsaparllla and one ounco
fool of me! But. one look at his fM<-
proved to me Iliat I had done him an
Injustice. He was as stricken with
amaz,>ment as I was, and I knew that
then, and not until then, had he be-
come acquainted with the truth. Gath-
ering my wits quickly, for tho train
was moving faster, I ran after their
carriage till 1 caught up with tho win-
dow again. "Good-by!" I shouted,
and "God bless you!" And Vincent,
reaching out his lilg hand, had Just
time to catch mine in his strong
grasp before I dropped back, out-
stripped, and he had withdrawn his
radiant face from my view.
Afterward I learned many things.
First, that they had been married very
early that morning, before the rest of
us were up, in the littlo chapel at Wye,
with Mrs. Armistead, who was In the
secret, as witness. That explained her
delay In giving me the note. Dreading
my Interference, they had not wished
me to know until the whole thing was
well over and Mrs. Armistead back
at Castle Wyckhoff. Second, that It
had been the Honorable Agatha's own
idea to play the part of secretary to
her aunt, thus Improving upon her fa-
ther's plan, and making It. still more
difficult for the competing suitors to
discover her identity. Third, that her
reason for telling Vincent that Agatha
Sixth was the real Honorable Agatha
was only to prove him once more and
to the uttermost. And Vincent had
stood the trial without faltering and
had even proved himself equal to dis-
regarding my wishes. Yet I really
think that on that night when he had
agreed with me that it was best to
gfve her up he meant to do so, but
Toris compound, which can be pro-
cured of any druggist. Take in tea-
spoonful doses before each meal and
before retiring.
Original Wedding Cake.
It Is said to be a curious fact that
Ihe wedding cake, that elaborate, in-
digestible compound so indispensable
at the modern marriage ceremony, Is
the direct descendant of a cake mado
of water, flour and salt, of which, at
tho Roman high-class weddings, the
married couple ana the witnesses par-
took at the time of the signing of
the contract.—Housekeeping.
A Black Eye for Home.
It is a coming fashion to hire a hall
to entertain your friends, to give din-
ner parties in a hotel, to bo married
in a church, to be taken to a hospital
when you are sick and to an under-
taker's as soon as you die, and left
there until the funeral. Tho tendency
is to conduct all public occasions
away from home. Tho home is get-
ting a black eye.—Atchison (Kan.)
Globe.
Prof. Munyon has generously placed
his Cold Cure with druggists through-
out tho United States and has author-
ized them to sell it for the small sum
of 25 cts. a bottle. Ho says these
pellets contain no opium, morphine, co-
caine or other harmful drugs, and he
guarantees that they will relieve the
head, throat and lungs almost Imme-
diately. He gives this guarantee with
each bottle of his medicine; "If you
buy my Cold Cure and it does not give
his love for the girl proved stronger porfect satisfaction, I will refund your
than lils love for gold or his feeling money." Prof. Munyon has Just Issued
for his friend. And it was thus that
the boy won—because he had loved
truly and faithfully.
And I also learned afterward that
the six Agathas, shortly after tho
elopement of Vincent and the secre-
tary-tliat-was, had all gone to their
homes in America. Later some of them
married certain suitors who had once
been guests at Castle Wyckhoff. Among
these were Agatha First and young
Brancepeth, who, I am happy to say,
has led a reformed life since his mar-
riage. And it also came to pass that
Vincent and his brido took possession
of Castle Wyckhoff as their country
seat when they came back from their
honeymoon. And there I often visited
them.
Hut on that eventful day when the
train had pulled out of the station
nono of these things was known to
me, and I stood on tho platform dizzy
with the unexpected turn events had
taken.
And so It was that Vincent got
ahead of me, Just as he has always
done. And so it was, also, that I re-
turned to London, still an eligible
bachelor, still the prey of match-ma-
king mammas and smiling debutantes.
There was hut one comforting
thought in the mixture of disappoint-
ment and chagrin that made the sum
of my feelings as I drove slowly back
to the castle. This much had been
given me: At least I had not made the
fatal mistake of proposing to the
wrong Agatha, and I hugged myself as
I thought how near I had come to put-
ting the question to Agatha Sixth that
very morning. That, at least, I had
managed to avoid. From that folly
the Innate caution and unerring in-
stinct of Archibald Terhune had pre-
served him. Thank Heaven!
THE END.
a Magazine-Almanac, which will b*
sent free to any person who addresses
Tho Munyon Company, I'liiladelphia.
Why It's a Homely Beast,
Augustus Thomas, the playwright,
(old In a recent speech of a hunting
trip they had taken In the south. They
were after cooons and possums, but tho
only trail the dogs struck was one
which made them put their -tails be-
tween their legs and turn for home.
"Just what does a polecat look like?"
Mr. Thomas asked one of his negro
gufdes.
"A polecat, boss? Why, a po'ecat's
somefin' like a kitten, only prettier.
Yes, a polecat's a heap prettier'11 a kit-
ten, ain't it, Sam?" he said turning to
another negro for corroboration.
Sam did not seem so sure. He hesi-
tated a moment.
"Well," he replied, scratching his
v/ool, "it's always been mah conten-
tion dat handsome is as handsome
does."—Atln-'- 1
ALU Or ui t nirtD.
APART FROM THEIR FELLOWS
Peculiar Belief* Concerning Thos
Whose Eyebrows Meet.
The person whoso eyebrows meet
may rest content in the knowledge
that ho is the possessor of a vigor-
ous constitution. The growth of hair
above the nose is as a rule fairly
sound proof of good health. That Is
what the scientists tell you, but tho
superstitious have much more to say.
In the northern part of Aberdeenshire,
Scotland, thero Is a common belief that
a "cloBe broo't" man, or one whose
eyebrows meet, is foredoomed to end
a wicked career on the scaffold. This
may be compared with the view held
in parts of the English midlands that
the close-browed person is destined
for fame and fortune. On tho con-
tinent there are several superstitions
on this subject. The eyebrows of the
gypsies are often formed In this way—
a fact which they turn to good ac-
count, for in many parts It Is believed
that the owner of meeting eyebrows is
also the possessor of what is called
the evil eye, and, therefore, a person
whose good will must at all costs be
retained. Tho gypsies, especially in
Germany and Austria, use this belief
to extract money from tho credulous
peasants.
"Have your poems been read by
many people?"
"Certainly—about twenty publishers
that I know of."
NO MEDICINE
But a Change of Food Gave Relief.
Many persons are learning that
drugs are not the thing to rebuild
worn out nerves, but proper food is
required.
There Is a certain element In tho
cereals, wheat, barley, etc., which is
grown there by nature for food to brain
and nerve tissuo. This is the phos-
phate of potash, of which Grape-Nuts
food contnins a largo proportion.
In making this food all the food ele-
ments in the two cereals, wheat and
barley, are retained. That Is why so
many heretofore nervous and run down
people find In Grape-Nuts a truenervo
and brain food.
"I can say that Grape-Nuts food has
done much for me as a nerve renew-
er," writes a W"ls. bride.
"A few years ago, before my mar-
riage, I was a bookkeeper in a largo
firm. I became so nervous toward the
end of each week that It seemed I
must give up my position, which I
could not afford to do.
"Mother purchased some Grape-Nuts
nnd we found It not only delicious but
I noticed from day to day that I was
improving until I finally realized I was
net nervous any more.
"I have recommended It to friends
as a brain and nerve food, never hav-
ing found Its equal. I owe much to
i Grape-Nuts as it saved mo from a
nervous collapse, and enabled mo to
retain my position."
Name given by Postum Co., nattle
Privilege of Mankind Alone.
I love the twilight, this growing of
day into night, as If "no were van-
ishing Into tho other. When one lives
entirely with the course of nature, Creek, Mich. Read "The Road to Well-
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every day Is fully lived. Light and lire
make us human beings. Man alouo
lives far Into tho nluht.—Auerbach.
vllle," in pkgs. "There's a Reason."
Kvrp rcntl I he nbove letter? A new
one nppenrn front time to time. They
ore (genuine, true, nnd full of human
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