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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Signal, 1908-1-16, Page 6maw eptr_r•>w Lak.learseln.emi . .A TYunsuatr, Jauuarj' 111', 1!t' $ The Helmet of Navarre A STORY OF LOVE AND ADVENTURE BY BERTHA RUNKLE. ,, ; ,t Copys$gbt by The Centary Co.. etc dao turned over on hts side. half off ms', 1 scrambled nut from under him. To my surprise Yenx-grin and Lu- cas were still engaged. 1 had thought 11 hours since Gremnunnt pulled me down. As 1 rose Yeuz-grin turned his head toward me. Oat" for it second, but in that second Loeaa pinked his shoulder 1 dashed between them; they lowered their petrels. "P'Irat blood for me!" Med l,ucas 'That serves for to -day, M. le Comte. i regret that I cannot wait to kill you. but that will come. It is necessary that 1 go before M. 1e Due arrives. Clear the way." N. le Comte stood his ground, bee- line arling the alley. They glared at each other motionless. Grammont had raised himself to to his knees and was trying painfully to get on his feet. A hand, Loos." be gasped. Lucas gave him a starUed glance, but neither went nor spoke to him. "1 am not much hurt," said Orion- wont ramwont bnskfy. Holding by ton wall be clambered up on lila feet Ile awayld. reeled forward and clutched Lueas'a arm. "Lucas, 1.aeta, help me! Draw nut tbe knife. I cannot 1 shall be myself when tbe knife is out Lucas, for God's take!' "You will die .when the lsalfe 1c eat." meld Looe, wrenching hamseif free. He turned again to M. }e Comte. and his eyes gleamed as he saw the blood trickling down bit sleeve and the sword tremble in lila band. "Come on, then" be cried to Yenx-' gels. Rat 1 sprang forward and seized the sword front M. le Comtees band. "On gaud," 1 shouted. std we werrt to work. i could handle a sword as well as the nest one. M. le Doe had taught me to his idle days at St. Quentin. It served me well now, and him too. The light was fading In the narrow curt Our blades shone white In the twilight as the weapons clashed in and • out. 1 saw, without looking, Grammont \ leaning against tine wall, his gory face pE ashen and Yeo2.-gels watching me with all his soul, now and then shoat- `•ing a word of advice. i had had good training, and i fought fair all there was in me. Yet 1 was a bey not Dome to my full strength, and Loess was Mule droves me back further my and snatch. rther towatd the hove wail. Of a sudden I supped in a sneer of blood lens no lying ageism; I did slip) and lost my guard- He ran ids blade into my shoul- der, as he had dome with Yeas-gris. He would likely have finished me bad not a e y from Grammont shaken him. "The duke!" In truth a deepening noise of hoofs and shouts came down the alley from the street Lucas looked at ma. who had re Vaned my guard and stood, little hurt, between him ami M. le Comm. He could not path least tee luto the house and to through the Other street. He made for the alley. cr7tpg out: An revoir, memdeure! We shall meet again." Grammont seined him. "Help tie, Laos, for the love of Christ! Don't leave me, Lumps!" Lucas beat him off with his sword. "Every mut for hlmsetf!" he Med, and sprang down the al]ey. "It Is not the duke," I said to 'Yens - iris. "It 1a most likely the watch." I paled at the thought, for the watch was the League's and Lucas by ail signs the League's tool. It might g hard with us if captured. "Go through the house, M. M Comte,' 1' cried. "Quick, 1f you love your Ilse! I'll keep them at the alters month as long as i eau." Not waiting for Ms answer 1 rushed down the -passage. At the end of 11 1 ran against Lucas, who.ln his tarn.bad bowled Into Vigo. CHAPTER 1 knew of old that ft was easier to Catch a weasel asleep than Vigo ab. sent where he was needed; set I did rat expect to meet him 1n the alley. Monsieur, then. had changed ?lis mind. "Well caught!" Med Vigo, wtndinc his arms round Local, who w; 'drug Kling furiously for liberty. -Hen.. Maurice, Jules, l have number one. Ah, you young sinner!, with your crew agate? I thought as much. Tie the knots hard, boys. Better be quiet, you sake; you can't get away." Lucas seemed to make up his mind to this, for he gnleted down directly. "Ho the gamy le up," he said Plesiantly. "1 had 'hoped to be goer Iw fore you arrived, dear Vigo." We had both been deprived prcpipl. ly of our swords sod Lucas's wrists were roped together, bot my only hood Ives Verne hand on my arm. "Where are the others!" he remand ed. "No tricks now." "•Hrre," 1 said• and lad the Will down the passage. Maurice and Jule* with their prisoner, preet.ed after 111. and half a dozen of the cnike', gutted after them. The rest stayed without re mind the horses and keep off the gathering crowd. One of the men had wren which lighted the red pavement. Vigo saw this fleet. "Morbleu! is it a shambles'" "That Is wine," 1 said. "They peeled wine for effect., they spilled so Tittle- blood!" Thus 1,lscas, speaking with as rctol deviltry as if he *U11 commanded the situation. Vigo could not knew what. he meant, bet he asked no goeatIous; Instead bade• tet- ras hold his tongue. "i am dumb," Lucas rejoined wflh a mock meekness more tttanlent that In. 'Menne. Hirt we paid It no head, for M. le Comte came forward out of the ebadnw... Ne held his head well ftp lint his fare was white•above his ergot rnned doublet. "M. Ftlenne! Are yoLhert?"shouted Vigo. "Ileo, but he Is." M. 1e Comte stepped aside to show us Graramott leaning against the wall. Ab!" cried Vigo trlumphemUy. ile sod two of the men rushed at •4urvals. 1'r'Tout for woauld ru d tot take e so easily cursed knife in >ar back," tlrammoat muttered thickly. 'Tar the Jowl of heaven, Vigo, drawl it out;' With alK$Temeut Vigo ict'Qerytl the knife. Who did It?" looked at me'asnif to. ' the lea VIg t t>siri. ells. l Was ow... • rte fay on tut', throttling me," 1 ex- plained: "I stabbed any way 1 could." ' "I Crow you are a dead man," Vlge told Grammont. "Nathelets, here conies the knife." It same, with a great ere from the victim He f.11 beck aglest Vigo's man, (lapping his band tolls side. "I am done for," he gasped faintly. "That is well," said Vigo, carefully wiping off the knife. "Yon Is the scoundrel." Grammont gasped. pointing to Lucas. "He will die a verve death than ou," said Vigo. Grammont looked from the one to the other of us, the sullen rage in his fare ratline to a ppzzled helplessness. Hr said fretfully: s'•1 --w r •'K ht t hl h Is Etienne!" He could no longer see es plain. M. 1e Comte ram. forward silently. Gram. niece struggled for breath in 0 w•ttl pitiable to Ow. I put my arm atom him and helped the guardsman to hold him str.,!L•hlar •tut his ha -el and caught at \I. le ('Cmle's ateete. "Etienne--Ittlenne--psreoc. it was wrong toward yoe - tau I never itad the pitIolc F1e called no. Chi., -the duke. 1 bese•tch-your-pardon." M. le Crntte w1s silent "I' tt'3v tl! I.nc:,t - !,us'•+ ,11.1 !r ' Grammont muttered with stiffening lips. "I am .0*y for - -it. 1 am dyeing -I cannot dtr-.41thout s chcnn•. Fay your -for-c+ye" Still M. le ('r, t^ 'rr,rchery v-ta en ie' though (;rarnment was s"t •s, more that they ware cousins, bed -fol- lows, was the injury great to forgive. Al. le ('omni• said nothing. How Granttnont found the strength only God knows, who haply in Itis goodness gate him a last chance of mercy. suddenly he straightened his sinking body, started front our bold and tottered toward his cousin, both hands outstretched in appeal. M. le Comte's face was set like a flint The dying man faltered forward. Then M. Etienne, net-er changing his countenance, slowly, hall reluctantly, like a men in a dream, held oat his h2mat atiusti. tact )+ , 4 rialli Ardig.l' beet r s.M w, Ct,t•t'-'' THE SIGNAL : UOERICH' ONTARIO 1 had screwed It out of Mar!!- r.w_ (deur was gone." "Gone out of Paris?" M. Etienne echoed blankly. To bis eagerness it was as if M. le Due were out of France. "Are. He meant to go to -night --mon- sieur, Lucas and 1. Hut when monsieur learned of this plot be swore he'd go in open day. 'If the League must kill me.' says he, 'they can do it in des - light, wish all Parts watchtng.',That's moorieur!" At this 1 understood bow Vigo came to be iu the Hue Coupejarrete. Mop- sieur In his distreas sod anxiety to be goer from that unhappy house had for- gotten the apy. Left to his own devices, the equerry, struck with suspicion at Lueas's absence, laid Instant hands on Martin the clerk, yrlth whom Lucas. disliked to the bnuactiold. had had conte intimae.. It bad not occurred to Vigo that M. is Conn, If, guilty should be spared. Al once he had sounded boots and saddles. "1 will return with you; Vigo." M. le Comte said. "dors the meanest lackey In my father's house cal! me parricide 1 must meet the charge. My father and i have differed, but if we are nn longer friends we are still noblemen. I could never plot his murder, nor could he for one moment believe it of me." 1, guilty wretch. quailed. To take a flngging were easier than to confess to him the truth. But 1 conceived I must. "Monsieur." I said. "1 told M. le Due you were guilty. 1 went back a second time and told him." "And he?" cried M. Etienne. "Yes, monsieur, he did believe it." t "Morbieul that cannot be true," Vigo cried, "for when 1 saw, him he gave no sign." "It is true. But he would not have 111. le Comte touched. He said he could not move 1n the matter; be could not punish his oven kin." M. le Comte's face blazed as he cried out: "Vastly magnanimous! 1 thank him not- 1'11 note of his mercy. 1 expected his faith." "You bad no claim to it, M. le Com - "Vigo!!" cried the young noble, "you are insolent, airrah!" "I cry monsieur's pardon." He was quite respectful and quite unabashed. He had meant no Ingo - fence. But M. Etienne had dared criti- cise the duke, and that Vigo did not allow. M. Etienne glared at hint in speech- less wrath. It would have liked him well to bring this contumelious varlet to 'his knees. Hut how? 11 was a by- word that Vigo minded no man's Ire but the duke's. The King of France could um dash hint. • Vigo went on: "It seems I have exceeded my duty. '110061.11r, in coming here. Yet it turns out for the be -1, since Lucas is caught and AI. de (ointment dead and you eb'ar•'d of sus"irinn My blade buried itself in the side of the b --',ret - But the old contraries, estranged ny traitors, were never to clasp again. As he reached M. le ('omte Grammont fell at his feet. "He was a strong man," sale Vigo. He turned Grammont'+ face up .and added the. word, "Dead!" Vigo adored the Duke of SI. Quentin. Otherwise he had no emotions. INn I was not rate-hprdened. And I I ;it self -had slain (hit man, who had died slowly and in great pain. l'ien's voice sounded 10 me far off as he talrl bluntly: "M. le {'orate, 1 make you my prison - ''Ne. by heaven!" cried M. Etienne in a vibrating voice that brought me bark 10 reality: "no Vigo! 1 am no murderer. Things may look black against me, but I am Innocent. Von have one villain at your fent and one a prisoner, lint 1 am not a third! 1 ant a St. Quentin: i do not plot against my fabler. I was to aid Grammont to Ret ori I.tNCAS, who wand not answer a challenge. 1 have been tricked. Gervais asked my furglveness--pan heard hien. Their dupe, yes; atromplice 1 wan not. Never have 1 lifted my hand against my father, nor would T. whatever came. That 1 swear. Never have 1 laid ryes on Diens since t left monsieur's pres- ence, till now when he came out of that door tide by aide with Grammont. Whatever the plot 1 knew naught of It. 1 am a fit. Quentin, --no parrirlile'" The ringing entre, reaRed Rod M. le tbmte stood silent. with haggard ry.s nn Vigo. lard he been prisoner at the hay of judgment he could noteve 51,Iled In greater, anxiety. For *go, (hr, yeoman and servant, never minced words, to any man nor swerved from tie stark truth. I burned to seize Vigo's arm. to spur hint on to speech. Of course he be !levee M. Etienne: how dared he make Itis master waft for the assurance? On his knees ht• should be Imploring M. le Comte's pardon. rent no thougbt of hnmbling himself tresblcd Vigo. Nor did he pronounce ut:es ent, but merely raid: ' "M. Ie Comte wtti go belme4 with me now. Tomorrow be can tell his story to my master." ' "1 will tell It before thin, hour is nut!" "No. M. 1e Due has left Paris. Rut 11 matters not, M. Etienne. Monsieur sur pests nrfilling against yrrn, rellx kept wars emus from .hiaa. And bT-tbe .Use 'WlIaty Teux-grit cried. "What! yon call me cleared!" Vigo looked at him in surprise. "You said you were innocent, M. le Comte." M. le Comte stared, without a word to answer. The equerry. all unaware of haring said anything nnexperted, turn- ed to the guardsman Maurice: - 'Well, Is Loess trussed' Have you searched him?' Maurice displayed a laniard and a handful of small roles for sett' booty. but Jules made hasty to announce: "He has something rise, (hough -a pa- per Sewed up in hlr doublet. Shall 1 rip it onL M. Vigo"' With Lucas's own knife the grinning Julep sleuthed hit doublet from throat to thigh to extract a folded paper the size of your palm. Vigo pondered the superscription slowly, not much at hotnc with the work of a quill sere these that winged arrow,. M. Etienne, coming forward, with a sharp exelama• tion snatched the packet. "How- came you by my letter?" "M. 1e Comte 'so' plersrd to eonnlgn it. for delivery- to Martin." "What perpote had eon with 117" "Rest assured, dear monsieur, I had a purpose." The questions were stormily %ellem- ent, the answers so gentle as to be fairly caressing. 11 was waste of time and dignity- to parley with the praline rel (111 one route bark one's queries with the boot. But M. ktienne'a pa 'don knew no waiting. 'thrusting the letter Into hit hresst ern 1, who had edged up to him, could catch ■ glimpse of Its address, he cried clan [meow 'Speak! You were read)- enough to leer at me for a dupe. Tell me what you would do with your dupe. 1'o)' dared not open the plot to me -ypa did tpe the honor to know i would att kill my father. Then why use me blind fold' An awkward game, Lueas," Lucas disagreed as politely or If ex- changing pleasantries Ina salon. "A dexterous game, M. le Colette Your best friends deemed you guilty. What would your enemies4ave said"" "Ah -b," breathed M. EtiMee. "It dawns on you, monsieur? You are marvellous thick-witted, yet sure- ly you must perceive We bad a dozen fellow's ready to swear tbat your hand killed mousleur." � iw� kW me tot my father's "Ma fol, no!" cried luras airily. "Never in the world' We should have let you live, In the knowledge that whenever you displeased us we could send you to the gallows." M. le Comte, silent, stared at hint with wild eyes, likt one who looks Into thelaugbopelog.n roof of hell. Lucas fill to "What! hang you and lot our eeealn Valere succeed? Mon dieu, no! M. Valere is a man!" ^" With a blow the guardsman struck the words and the laughter from bis lips. But 1, who no, more than Lucas knew how to hold my tongue, thought 1 saw a better way to punish this bra. sen knave. 1 cried out: "You are tbe dupe, Lucas! Are, and coward to boot, fleeing here from - nothing. 1 knew naught against you - you saw teat. .To slip out and w Martin before Vigo got a chance him -that was all you bad to do. you never thought of that, but rush away here, leaving Martin to beer you. Had you stuck to your poet had been now on the road to St. De Fo instead of the road to the Greve! o tool! fool!" lie winced. !foiled not been Italiaed to betray his benefactor, to bite t hand that fed hlm, to desert a wou ed Comrade; but be was ashamed confront his own blunder. I had t satisfaction of pricking, not his eo science, for he had none, but his pet "1 had to warn Grammont off," retorted. "Could I believe 8t. Quen such a lack -wit as to forgive these t because they were his kin? You d better than you knew when you ah tbe door on me. You tricked me, y marplot, you sneak! How came into the coil?" "By God's grace," M. le Comte a towered. He laid a hand on my should and leaned there heavily. Lucas gel growing angrier, "Will yap leave nie?' "No, monsieur," said 1. He glowered at me and 1 think be had some notion of chasing me away with his sword. But dace his dignity could not so *Loop he growled: "Come, then, It you choose to came unasked and moat unwelcome!" With this Its walked on a yard ahead of me, never turning his bead nor sir- ing ay Ing a word, 1 following meekly. won- dering whither, and devoutly bottle' it might be to supper. Presently l obser- ved that we were in a better quarter of the town, and before long we came to a broad, well -lighted inn. whence proceeded a merry chatter and rattle of- dice. M. Etienne with accustomed feat turned tato the court at the stets;" and seising upon a drawer who was crossing from door to door despatched am him for the landlord. Mine host came: at fat and 'roiling, unworried by the bard Yet "times, greeted Yeuxigria with acclaim ed as "this dear M. le Comte," wondered nY ' at, his long absende and bloody shirt lou and granted with all alacrity his three nig demands of a supper, a surgeon Rod a I! bed. 1' stood back. (11 at ease, acbIog at the mention of supper and wondering m- ( whether I were to be driven off like he an obtrusive puppy. But when Al. le cad Comte, without glancing at me. said to to the drawer, "Take care of my ser - he ving man," I knew my stomach was n- safe. de. I That was the most 1 thought of then, he 1 do confess, for except for my sausage tin 1 had not tasted food since morning. Wo The barber came and bandaged M. Ie id Comte and put him straight to bed, and ut I was left free to fall on the ample ou victuals set before me, and was so you comfortable and baPPY that the Rua Coupejarrets seemed like as evil towered. n- dream. Since that day I have been an er easy mark for beggars if they could n- but manage to look starved. . Presently came a servant to say that my bed was spread In M. Ie Comte's room, and upstairs ran 1 with an utter. y ly happy heart. for 1 saw by thla token or that I was forgiven. indeed. no sooner of had 1 got faailrly lneide the door than m7 master rated himself or. his sound es elbow and called out: of It In to- m n- a - 11 "Ah, waxing pious, Is he? The pro- digal prepares to return." M. I,tienne's hand clinched on in shoulder. Vigo commanded a gag f Lucas, saying, with the only touch anger I ever knew him to show: "He shall hang when the king cern in. And now to horse, lads, and out the quarter; we have wasted too mus time palavering. King Henry 1a not Paris yet. We shall do well not rouse Helen, though we can make ht trouble If be troubles us. Come, mo 'deur. Men, guard your prisoner. 1 ml jmdge If he is not cropful of the dev still." • He did not look it. His figure was drooping; bit face purple and contort- ed for ape of the troopers had cram- med* his scarf into the man's mouth, half strangling him. As he was led past us, with a sudden frantic effoit fit to dislocate his jaw he disgorged the gag In cry not wildly-: "Oh, M. 1'Ecuyer, have mercy! Have pity upon me.' For ('hrtst's sake, pity!" His bravado had broken down at Nat. Fie tried to fling himself at Vigo's feet. The guards relaxed their hold to ser him grovel. tT[t Wha( it 9sNEID hat was what he had hoped or. flash he wta out of their grasp, fl ng down the alley. "To Vigo! Vigo Is attacked," w Pard him shout. It was so quick we stood dumfoun d. And then we dashed after, pel ell, tumbling over one another In of tampede. In the alley we ran again hree or four of the guard anawerin .ueas's ery. We lost precious second Isentangling ourselves and aboulln hat it was a ruse and our prisoner' caped. When they comprehended w 11 rushed together out of the paaaag merging among frightened horses an great press of excited meq CHAPTER XiI. et+° "Which way went he?" "The man who just came Ont?' "This way!" "No, yonder!" "Nay, i saw him not." -"A man with bound bands, you say "Here!" "Down that way!" "A man In black, was he? Here h "Fool, no: he went that way'" M. Etienne, Vigo, 1 and the guards en rushed hither and thither Into Ih ver•thltkening crowd, shouting afte oras and exchanging rapid question Its every- one we passed. Rut from he very firsrthe search was hopeless was dark by Isle time and a mas people blocked the street, surgln his way and that. Rnnte eagerly join g in the chase, others, from read, }empathy with env rogue, doing ,bei est to hinder and eonfn*e us. Ther as no way to tell how he had gone needle In n hayRtack Is easy corn ared e'lth him who loses himself In arts crowd by night. M. Etienne plunged Mtn the firs peeing he saw. elbowing his way man Ily. i followed In his wake, his tal right bead making as good an nal ammo as the king's plume at Ivry, bu hen at length we ram, out far down c street we had seen no trace of La s, "He to gone," said AL le Comte. "Yes. monsieur. 11 It were day the ight find him, but not now." "No. Even l'iro will not find him Is worsted for once. Ha luta let sibs c shrewdest knave In France, Well is gone," hs- repeated afti?r a min- e. 1 cannon he mended by me. He off. and soJm1." "Whither. monsieur?" 'That Is m concern," "But monsieur will see M. le Due?" Me shoal: his head. 'Hun, iunnsicur"-- Ile broke In on ms' floreele. 'Thiel, you that I-1, smirched and ]Ilea, reeking with plots of murder -- 1 utterly to betake myself to the no - et: gentleman in France?" 'fie will welcome M. le Comte." Nay; he believed me guilty." 'lint, monsieur"--- - 'You may pot say 'but' to me," Pardon, monsieur. Am I to tell Vigo nsifur is gone'" 'Yes, tell bin." His lip quivered: be uggled hard for steadiness. "You 1 go to AI. le One, Felix. and rise In favor, for It was you saved Ills life. en tell him this front me -that some y, when t have made me worthy to es' his presence then will 1 go to m and beg his forgiveness on my eel. And now farewell." ie slipped nwiiy into the darkness. Mood hesitating for' a moment. en I followed my lord. ie slackened hos pore as he heard Itleps overtake him, and where a m of light Rhone nut from en open r he wheeled about, thinking Me a tpad. You, Felix?" Yes, mdbtleur; 1 go with M. it mte." i have not permitted you." Then must 1' go In despite. Mon- ur is wounded; I tannot leave him unsqulred." 'Tbere'.are lackeys to hire. 1 bade seek M. Ia Due." 1s not monsieur a thought nam- able? I canned be in two places at 0. Monsieur can send a letter. The e hap Vigo and a household. 1 go h M. le Comte." Oh," he cried, "yon are a rsltbfnt ant! We are ridden to death by faithful "wreath,' we 8t. Qoentlne. wool* 1 *Mar aaaal •• ue eddail a b In s 1 d a e a R m 1. i It of In b w A 1' P fu b fl h (a m lit th 11e ut. Is sit an b1, mo str wit his Th da ent hi kn } Th ton bra doo foo C'o Me go you tion nor dnk wit *en Mir V e n y- e d-_ 1- tr st g s g as- e e, d s0 e • e m s g r e• a t t 7 "Oh. Fells, do you bear me malice for an ungrateful churl?" . I bear malice?" I cried, flushing. "Monsieur -is mocking me. I know mon- sieur cannot love me, since 1 attempt- ed his life. Yet my wish 1s to be allow- ed to serve him so faithfully that he can forget it" "Nay," he said; "I have forgotten it. And it was freely. forgiven front the moment 1 saw las at my cousin's side." 'Tor the second time," I said, "mon- sieur saved my IUe." Aad i dropped on my knees beside tbe bed Co kiss his hand. But be snatched 1t away from me and flung his arm around my neck and kissed my cheek. "Felix." he cried, "but for you my bands would be red with my father's blood. You rescued him from death and me from worse. if I hate any shreds of honor left 'tis you bave saved, them to me." "Monsieur," i stammered, "I did naught. 1 am your servant till 1 die." "You deserve a better master. What am 1? Luoa'e puppet! Locaa's feel!" "Monsieur, it was not Lucas alone. 1t was a plot. You know what he said" "Aye," he cried with bitter vehem- ence. "I shall remember for some time what he said. They would 001 'lull me to make my Cousin Valere duke! He was a man. But 1 -nom de Dieu, 1 was not worth the killing." "It is tbe League's scheming, mon- sieur." -Oh, that does sot need the saying Secretaries don't plot against duke dome on their own account. Some high titan is behind Lucas -1 dare swear Hie Grace of Mayenne himself. It Is no secret now where moneleur stands Yet the king's party grows so strong and the mot) so cheep monsieur the League dare not strike openly. So they put a spy in the house to choose time and way. And the spy would not stab for he saw he could make me do hit work for him. He taw 1 needed but a push to come to open breach with my fatber. He gave the push. Oh, he could make me p1111 his chestnuts from tht fire well enough, burning my hands to' that I roved never strike a free blew again. i was In be their slave, their thrall forever!" "Never that, monsieur: never that!• "1 am nee so sure, • he cried. "Had It. nor been for the advent of a stray boy froonl'ieardie i trow Lucas would have Pur late purpose tbrotuh. I was blindfolded; I saw nothing. 1 knew my cousin Gervais to be morose and cruel, yet i had done him no harm; 1 bad al ways stood his friend. 1 thought him shamefully used; 1 let myself be turn- ed out of my father's house to cham- piog,Iim, i had no more notion he was Int as et18TIMI (4(11 CANADIAN PACIFIC Through Tickets Itlalletl to arty Isrintin > h; Gt. 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Neat tvesHAGu ...... i..2: tun irect routes. 1'0110NTo .......... .. ..3,111 eau If you are interested secure copies cif fere folders and guide book.., hand- somely illustrated, from local agent or from Toronto. - F'all fntormatlon teem Joe. Kinn, Ticket Ascott Gaaderich. or write (', H. tunnels, 111'..t„ (. P.11,, Tu :into Ne,a 01.43 ata (4IU ant Observation-Uining Parlor Cars be- tween Toronto and Parry sound tenting meals a is Carte. 1 Daily ,tacit Fundal. Offices: All Stations. also Cor. ling and Toronto Sts. and Union Station, Torooto, Phoae,$ain 5179, The Signal's tubbing for 1908. ist The Signal and Toronto Weekly Globe $I 3o The Signal and Toronto Daily Globe . • , 4 50 The Signal and Montreal Family Herald and Weekly Star I yo The Signal and Weekly Sun ('Toronto) y I 70 The Signal and Toronto Daily Star r' 2 30 The Signal and Toronto Daily World . 2 75 '1'hc Signal and Toronto Daily News . -. .2 35 The Signal and Toronto Weeky Mail and Empire 170 1"ulm pie.. are, "Golgotht. in all yearly ttub.cribcl. (u Wevkly Mut and Law'sc. The Signal and Farmer's Advocate . , 2 The Signal and Farming World . 1 The Signal and Winnipeg Weekly Free Press x The Signal and London Daily Advertiser . . 2 The Signal and London Weekly Advertiser . i The Signal and London Daily Free Press Morning Edition. , Evening Edition . 2 The Signal and London Weekly Free Press i The Signal and Montreal Daily Witness . . 3 The Signal and Montreal Weekly Witness i 'l'hc Signal and World Wide 2 The Signal and Western Home Monthly (Winnipeg) 35 30 6o 35 60 50 9085 5085 25 • I 30 The Signal and Presbyterian l 2.25 The Signal and Westminster 2 25 The Signal, Presbyterian and Westminster 3 25 The Signal and Saturday Night (Toronto) 2 35 The Signal and McClure's Magazine .2 4o hnctwding pr..lwgc un Mrl'Inrc'r 111'auadian sddr.•.,l. {` • The Signal :old Lippincott's Magazine . (Including postage on 1.ippint' r.n• Io 1'amallatt ad., d.., 350 These prices are for addresses in Canada or Great Britain. • The above publications may be obtained by Sig- nal subscribers in any combination, the price for any publication being the figure given above less $t.00 rep- resenting the price of The Signal, For in_tance : The Signal and The Weekly Globe . , $y 30 1. The Passer's Advocate ($a.Xl less $t.00)' , 1 ww 4 it $a 45 --making the price for the three papers $2,65. The Signal and The Weekly Sew $t - The Weekly Globe ($1.w lest $t -bol , , , The Toronto Daily Star {$a -so len $1.00) , . . t so —the four papers for $3.3o. $330 If the publication you want is not in above list, let us know. We can supply almost any well-known Canadian publication. Send subscriptions through local agent or by pestoffice or express order to ..t� Vanatter & Robertson, The Signal, Goderichr Ont. On.