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By WiLUAM WALLACE COOK
(Copyright, by Joseph B. Bowles.)
“We, his college chums, called him
Apollo, quite as often as , peerless
Pierre, for not only was he a hand
some fellow, hut he seemed a perfect
paragon of noble manhood, excelling
alike in athletic exercises, in his
studies and in a disposition which
made him the prime favorite of class
mates as well as tutors. 1 can give
you no truer picture of Mr. Merrlvale,
my dear coz, for to go into details
would exhaust all the good adjectives
in Webster’s Unabridged. All I can
say is, you will like him, for you
cannot help it.”
Lenore looked at Ralph a little de
fiantly.
“So far as his beauty is concerned,
Ralph Bronson, whether I like him, or
not, that will weigh little one way or
the other. In my estimation, a man's
fortune is not, necessarily, a hand
some face.”
Ralph interruputed her with a laugh.
"Oh, well. Miss Lenox, It counts for
a great deal. I can bear witness to
that, for 1 have been cut out any num
ber of times by handsomer fellows,
llut you will have a chance to form
your own estimate of Pierre, as he
has notified me of his intention to ac
cept an invitation which I tendered
him some time ago, and make me a
visit.”
"Indeed!” The blue eyes of Miss
Lenox opened wide with surprise.
'‘And when will your paragon appear
at the manor?”
"Very soon; in fact, I expect him
any day, now. He writes from New
Orleans and tells me that he is just
recovering from a severe injury and
feels that a few weeks in my jolly so
ciety will do him a world of good, so
that I can look for him any moment.
You must prepare for a quick surren
der to his charms, Lenore.”
"I shall prepare for nothing of the
sort, cousin Ralph. You shall see into
what a rare piece of marble I can
metempsychose my heart.”
“Perhaps; but I warn you!”
"And I thank you for it, but it is
unnecessary.”
Although she had told her cousin
his warning was unnecessary, Le
iiore's curosity was strong to see his
peerless friend. Visitors at the
manor house were very few and she
looked forward to the arrival of their
guest as an event in the monotonous
round of her life. Ralph had so ex
patiated upon his friend’s personal
appearance that, if she found not a
god, surely her disappointment would
be woeful.
seated upon a ledge or roca wnicn
had been torn from the mountain
side above her in some great, cataclys
mic upheavel of the past ages, she
held a novel listlessly and marveled
if, seeing him in all his peerless
glory, she should succumb to his
charms—what then? She laughed.
Such an idea was absurd.
Hearing a step behind her, she
sprang up in alarm.
“Pardon me if 1 have frightened
you,” said a stranger, bowing grace
fully, “but 1 am looking for a gentle
man by the name of Bronson, Ralph
Bronson; does he reside near here?”
So this was peerless Pierre! He
had a magnificent form, a clear, sweet
voice and, as he raised his cap, a
mass of yellow curls were visible; but
his face! although regular in form,
with large, fine eyes, a sensstive nose,
and refined mouth, his right cheek
was disfigured by a terrible scar.
Miss Lenox caught these little details
•of his appearance in the brief mo
ment he was speaking.
"You are half a mile from the road,”
she answered, pointing in its direc
tion; “the house is only a short dis
tance north, after you reach that. 1
am Mr. Bronson's cousin and live at
the manor house. I was just about
ready to return and, if you like, I will
show you the way?”
“Thank you; you are very kind. So
this is Miss Lenox? Many a time
have I heard Ralph eulogize his
cousin.” He stooped, picked up the
novel which she had dropped in her
alarm, and handed it to her with a
pretty gesture. "In fact, I think all of
Ralph's college friends were .more or
less acquainted with Miss Lenox.”
From this point the conversation
lapsed Into various subjects. Ijenore,
becoming deeply interested in their
talk, found themselves approaching the
manor house all too soon. Ralph saw
them coming and hastened down the
walk to meet them. At the first
glimpse of his friend, Pierre Merrivale
became strangely silent and a pained
expression settled about his brows.
“Why, old fellow, this is quite a sur
I prise,” said Ralph as he drew near
! and caught his friend's hand; then,
looking into his face, he started and
a sharp cry of astonishment escaped
him. “Great heavens, Pierre! what
terrible—”
| Mr. Merrivale turned his head away
sadly and his friend recollected him
, self.
] “Forgive me, forgive me, old chap;
j hut you know you—”
xes, 1 Know, ivaipn. 1 nave nor
always been this way, but,” with a
sigh, “misfortunes come to us all.”
It was in this manner that Pierre
Merrivale came to visit them. He
was bright in conversation and agree
able in manner, but was neither gay
nor careless. If handsome looks im
pel men to become coxcombs and
Lotharios, Lenore thought it very
easy to understand how peerless
Pierre had fallen from foppery. That
dreadful scar would impress upon him
with terrible power the fact that he
was made of a common clay with
other men. As she came to converse
with him more and more and to know
him better, she was perfectly read>
to believe that Pierre had never set
himself above common men because
of his peerless person. And as their
| companionship lengthened with the
long summer months, her pity grew
into an attachment which she could
hardly persuade herself to believe. In
| truth her heart, which she had steeled
to resist the charms of the perfect
Pierre, had surrendered first to pity
and then to love at the sight of that
noble, but disfigured face.
More than once Pierre was at the
i point of telling how madly he loved
| her, but in a trice he'thought of the
scar that disfigured his face. What
woman could love a man with that
hideous mark? No, he would not tell
her. She should never know that his
heart had been wheedled away by a
miserable feeling of pity.
The last day of Pierre Merrivale’s
visit at Bronson Manor had arrived.
Apparently, it was not hard to bid
Lenore adieu. There was a clasp of
the hand and a conventional “God
speed you,” but behind these formal
ities lurked a feeling so passionate on
the part of both that one relenting
glance from Pierre would have
opened the floodgates of their mutual
happiness. Yet this glance for which
Lenore would have given almost her
very life was not vouchsafed, for stub
Seated Upon a Ledge of Rock.
born pride had quite enthralled the
; bosom of Pierre Merrivale.
Lenore Lenox saw them enter the
i carriage and vanish down the road
among the trees. She felt that the
light had forever gone out of her
life, and that the future existence
would be miserable to her.
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CLOSING OUT
We have decided to leave Newark in a short time, and we
have a nice, new stock of Men’s, Boys’ and Children’s
Clothing, Suits, Pants and a nice line of fine Rain Coats
and Overcoats; also a complete stock of Shoes for all classes
of trade; a nice, new stock of Hats, and, in fact, a : : ’
A Complete Stock of
General Merchandise, Which
WE MUST CLOSE OUT!
These goods must be turned into cash within the next sixty days, as we do
not want to have any of these goods moved. Come in and see us, and if price
is any inducement to you, we can certainly do business with you. We are
offering some great bargain in Men’s Overcoats and Pants. Come in and look
over our stock.
We thank the many good people of Newark and surrounding country who
have given us their trade for the past six years, and while we have many good
friends and customers whom we hate to leave, yet, under the circumstances, we
feel that it is to our best interest to do as we are doing.
Again thanking you, we are Your Friends,
GRIFFITH & MORROW
All parties who are indebted to us by note or account will please come in
and settle, as we want to wind up our business at once.
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The day wore on. The afternoon
came and, just as the sun was setting,
Lenore heard the sound of advancing
w'heels. Her cousin was returning.
He could tell her something of
Pierre! The thought electrified her
and she jumped to a window that
commanded a view of the road. It
was not a carriage that was approach
ing, but a heavy wagon, with two or
three men. One of them was in the
hack part of the vehicle and—merciful
heavens! whose head was that he
held upon his knee? Who was that
stretched out in the wagon-box, so
still and death-like? It was Pierre
Merrivale!
Suddenly she heard a step on the
stair; it approached, drew near and
paused before her door. Then some
one entered. A second later and a
strong arm was thrown around her
and a voice, tremulous with emotion
came to her ears. It was Ralph.
“Oh, my poor Lenore, is it not ter
rible?”
“He is not dead? she cried, clutch
ing his arm with her white, nervous
hands; “oh, Ralph tell me, tell me he
is not dead!”
“No, no, he is not dead. God knows
he is too noble to die. You must be
calm, Lenore.”
She gave way to her feelings, but
gradually grew more calm.
"How did it happen, Ralph?”
“He nearly sacrificed his life to
save another.”
"How brave, how noble he is!” said
Lenore, when she learned the story.
Pierre Merrivale had a long fight
in the illness thus imposed upon him.
He had come to visit the Bronsons to
recover from a similar disaster—one
which left the red scar upon his face.
In that battle he had faced the flames
to rescue a child. Ralph told Lenore
of this in the long hours when they
watched at Pierre’s bedside. Ralph
told her, too, that Pierre had made
him solemnly promise never to reveal
the secret of that scar to any living
persons. And he had not; but now,
in the face of this last deed of hero
ism, he must needs recount to his
cousin the story of that scar which
had humiliated his friend.
“I love him now,” declared Lenore
with flashing eyes, “better than ever,
if such were possible.’
And when Pierre Merrivale opened
his eyes and came out of the lethargy
in which he had been encompassed so
long, he understood the loving eyes
that bent above him, and Lenore,
heeding the inclination of his hand,
bent down. Their lips met in one
passionate kiss.
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And life is a sham and a show
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j Than any time when on the way.
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Independence Chancery Court. Fall
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Wm, A. Dougherty, plaintiff, vs.
Eva .T. Dougherty, defendant.
The defendant, Eva .7. Dougherty,
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against her.
Given under my hand as Clerk of
said Court on this the 4th day of
October, l!H)7.
Cul. L. Pierce, Clerk.
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