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THE TIMES 4. • For Pro rrr tness Neatness end I. t7' to Date Work We Take he 'r• Lend for 4. b 4.! c WEDDING INVI't'ATION"S + S 9t• •+ 4. 4. + TH . ]...,,2c.ETER, TIMES. The Fightin Hope Novelited by VIRGINIA LEILA WENTZ ir'rofm the Plsy by WILLIAM J. HURLBURT Copyright, telt, by American Pros Associatiorn :•lot reany r haven't, not really and truly. Why, Mrs. Mason, I've Just told you their father's guilty -guilty as. belle Ands to think I shall have to go back i )� Again to Westfield ,g n 1i' std td and .take up my life with that man!" tier brows twitched and she trembled,' "Yes," pursued the stern old Puri- tan who, beeause of a peculiar twist of consc!en re, could see the matter only from one side. "It's the debt you owe the boys. Anna. No woman has any right, to give helpless souls the Wrong father, And when the day of -.reckoning comes it's she must pay, not the children she's betrayed -into life. Oh, look here! FIere's'something I. was just going to bring you when Jr. Temple rang the bell for me. It had just come in the post." From her pocket Mrs. Mason drew in efrvelope, out of w'hieh she took two 'nelosures. "`"They sent them to me, as I told them," she explained to the wan moth- er, handing her the children's letters. "Harold writes pretty well for five, doesn't lee, Mrs. Mason," observed Anna with pride, opening the younger boy's missive first. And she read aloud: "Dear Mother—When are y u coming' home? S am well. I hope yo are well. I had a Stomach ache. The cat lead kit- tens. Are you coming home next week? Robbie says he is going to be president, letee been it every day this week. Won't yee lease make Robbie not be president ever day right along? 110 lets me be vice president, but thht's no fun. When are you cowing home? Very respectfully, your son, HAROLD GRANGER." "And what does Rolibie's letter say?" asked Mrs. Mason as Anna stopped to wipe the foolish little mother tears from her eyes. "My .Dearest Muddle (she began with a. sorrowful pride in her voice. "Bobs has never left off calling me 'Muddle,' Mrs. Mason.i°'Don't you think it's dear and pretti* of him?)—Do not worry. Every- thing is quite all right. kr reld had the Stomach ache, but that's all right too. Harold misses you when we go to bed, but I don't, not till after Harold's got to sleep. Your son, "ROBERT GRANGER O. 2." "He signed it Robert Granger inn.. 2, the second,'.t finished she, drawing a long, sobbing breath, "Oh, my boys, my boys! Whatever can I do to scotch the criminal traces of Robert Granger the first that may be running in your blood?" Mrs. Mason considered 1 the mo- ment fer interfering on Robert's be- half. "He just made one terrible mistake, Anna, that's all," "I don't know," said Anna,.Slowly shaking her bead. "I don't much think that temptation develops any qualities, good or bad, not a tempta- tion at least that has any deliberate consent of the will. No, it dpgsn't de- velop them. It only shows a man what he already is. Temptation's a test, that's all; "Why, you see he wasn't even man enough to come to me and ten me that he'd been tempted. Instead be must offer the plea of a martyr—fool me, trick me, lie to me. I can't stand a lying man!" Again sbe seethed to smell the 'sickeziing, cloying honey- suckles. CHAPTER VIII. THE FIGHTING ROPE. RAVEN rang sharply for Mrs. Meson. 11"Isn't Miss Dale better yet? Hasn't she recovered suf- eiently at least to remember the com- bination of that safe? By heavens, woman, she must! There's a letter in there we must get out and take into town tonight. We've already missed the last decent train, and now there's nothing left for us but to take that thundering motorcar of Temple's and drive inI" Craven spoke irately. He was past the limits af; patience. "I've` been talking to her," said Mrs. Mason quietly. "I think she is soon coming down herself." "Puritans and petticoats!" muttered Craven after Mrs. Mason's retreating figure. 1 bet there'll be a man• at that typewriter next time" looking angrily at the empty desk. Temple came in and looked at it too. "It's my fault," he said. "I should ave sense enough to remember the omb£nation myself. Poor Miss Dalel he's all tuckered out. We've worked er too bard." "She's coming down in a few min- utes, Mrs. Mason has just said," ob., served Craven, with a slight sneer. And she did come down. The door on the othere side of theroom rao opened and Granger entered. She was white as alabaster. The full terrible nese of what she had done was tug- ging at her beart and soul. "Ah, you have slept? You are bet- r?"- erred Temple, rieing to greet her. t3`n n fen t l I to Craven: v n. ,r O oldy ou, ad giving orders to the Chauftetir to ve the Car ready In about an hour? ell get there in good $neigh (fine." '(lot to go in that infernal eighty ' eeepoWer thing, after alt. Bet you nthiug vire strike's rock, ort' neet i ig ENVELOPES h 4. BILL asA.Ds • LeIVEB. BEADS. NOTE l-[ EAUS BOOK Wrist PHAM PIILNTS . COUNTER, Ort ECKS 1?' bC�.rl; M. R A Ml.S OIROUL R E A S, TO. 4.LE BILL 1. I S S bone on the S test ?fssible Notice. • fliVe Us'a Call & Be Col'Vineed x .s . The Exeter Tanae� to Ti gni e* Printing L � � oe i it t I•. tr + .,•.,` .1 ,may,! !; gl'Y`TT'!f'Yf�il.'4,'++.1"1'+4.4'7"'R 411 :43C and Gear angelswings en out way!" was CraYen's comment as be left the room. "Miss Vale'. --Temple fixed her gaze with a whimsical, ineffable smile-- the key to my . liberty and rely good e nA m lies in my safe sander. It is you. only who can give it to me, I am. glad" He came a step nearer and a great light shone in his eyes,. "It is the prin- e s y es of m en chantedl n p ace who shall. give It to That is good." With one long sobbing that rent it- self straight from her torn heart, Anna stepped back. "What is it, dear?" be cried, spring- ing toward ber, a big, wrapping ten- derness in his voice. "You ktiow, don't you? 1 am cleared now, That letter Is the proof I have been waiting for. I bring you honor, sweet; the penknife Lsn't all now " "Oh. wait, watt, just a little minute!" she cried, struggling pitifully for self mastery. "Olt, but surely you've guessed it, Anna. i love you with a love that bas been waiting a good many years. I want you to be my wife, dear, won't you? Won't you?" He was holding her hands now compellingly, fighting for her answer in serene, unswerving fashion as had ever neon hie manner of fighting for All tit:nge that he want- ed much. But she swept back from him with a gesture, Then the words came with a rush: "Mr. Temple, I have deceived you. I have deceived you from the first. I have been here ender false pretenses. I am not Miss Dale. i am married. I have two children, 1 am—I am Robert Granger's wife! "Yes;' she went on breathlessly, hay- ing been awed into silence for a second by the look on Temple's face, "Robert Granger's ,wife. Now you begin to see a little, don't you? I came here to dis cover some evidence that would clear hie name. If spying, shadowing, track ing could do I meant to get it. I meant to vindieate him and to send you to prison in his place." O God, why did he fook at ber like that?. How could she go on? The pained amazement, tbe crushed suf- fering in his face, they were gnawing at her vitals. "But it was idle," she went on, the sob in her breath cutting like a sword. "I've failed. I knew now that Robert IS guilty. I know that yon are not. I have found that out." "Ah, you needed to be told!" He vas speaking more to himself than to her. It was the protest of his heart against the blindness of his heart's princess. • "No, nobody told me; I found it out myself. I.—I read that letter you put there --in the safe. I thought it might be something that would clear my hus- band"— "Poor little wife, poor little wife!" was Temple's only comment. —"and it was just the opposite," 'she Went on, struggling to finish her con- feshion. "Sun and moon and stars and allhe lights of theaven and earth they "AH, IrOtt POOlt, POOR EI'rTLn titQTHER!" HE SAID GENTLY. got frightened and left me in darkness somehow. Oh, it was dark, and I 1 was groping! '1 heard my children call- ing, and I could not reach them be- cause I had failed, because I had ' en them a father who was a thief. And then—then I saw the flames beckoning in the grate, and 3 burnt the proof of their father's guilt—burnt it to ashes." "You burnt"— His sentence would not finish itself. The woman buried her face'in her hands that she might not see the agony in his eyes. Temple continued to stand before her, grappling slowly with the horror, which loomed larger and darker, as it closed In on him. Re stared from her to the safe, then back again. He, too, drew his bands across bis eyes to cut out the picture of the woman who .sank now ma her knees before bine, , sobbing bitterly, convulsively. "I didn't think, you see. I couldn't think," she moaned. "I saw only my 'boys' names branded through life." Still be did not speak. "Oh, why—why don't you say some- thing? Why don't yon curse me?" A vast, overwhelming pity surged up in Temple's heart. Suddenly he forgot himself, his own horrible future, in the picture of the woman he loved so abased. "Ah, you u oor p ,poor little mothers„ he said at laste gently. v nt He laid t'Y g 5'. hie band on her bowed head. "P1e'ase get • ]p,” be said hbarsely. Anna rose and stepped back, her bands clasped closely against her breast. A light, aloin to worship, shone In heir eyes asshe1 zr looked h m e at i y " , That sis t vT a you have to say to me," she breathed -"that? It is like - the Magnanimity of God. X creak into your life, deceiving you, spying upon yoti, cheating you. I'r'e destroyed the one p#'ieeless thine that stood between yo'u' arm prison, and now your thought' is for me—'my suffering and shame!" irplalsively she raised his hand to her lips and held it there for aa in- stant. It Was not caress, but it bene, diction. Oh, you, prince ofrinees among Hien," she said royei'eutly', "1 have no words in which to tell you how 1 bon- ory u o. Temple smiled sadly, remotely. . "1-X think I can understand why you carne, why you deceived me, wby you did this terrible thing. You were fighting for your children and the imin you believed in, and you fought to the bitter end. It was natural, I suppo•cc'. I think I understand." "No!" .Anna's voice was low, but steady now, and she spoke with a sort of introspective finality. "No, it was not wholly natural. I -I bad to fight to do it all. It wasn't easy, this de- ceiving you, this spying upon you, I bad to go against my instinct every time—give the lie to my impulses From the moment 1 saw yon I must have been believing In you, 1`hink. And every day singe 'I've been here I've been belleving more and more. No, you see, It wasn't wholly natural. I was fighting,. hope." "But the hope fought. too, didn't it, dear?" he aslced solemnly. A light leaped into her eyes. "Aye," said she, "it was a fighting hope. It' fought, and it has won," she whispered half to herself 'with trem- bling lips, looking far, far past '",tm. And it was a joy to the man to see the smile in, ber eyes. "i know now with every _faculty what my heart iiiust have known from the first. 1 know that I—yes, I know," she shud- dered, "but I mustn't say it." "You love me!" creed he. "No, don's say it." He swallowed painfully. "Boit it :will he a comfort to think some- times that a scrap of the very best that is in you is mike. That call do ao harm, can it?" She could not answer for fear that her heart might tear from its moor- ings. When she spoke it was an eminent ty practical thing she had to say: "There's some 'way at least, thank God, in which I can repair a little the ihjury I have done you. When your Case comes up for trial I can give my testimony, I Fan"tell what became of theft letter. I can repeat it, word for word, the ,foul thing. My testimony would have weight, would it not? It would have weight because it ,would be against nay interest" "It would have weight with the j'nry, yes," Temple nodded. A pause, "But" —he hesitated, then went on bravely "no one knows of your having burned Vile letter?" "Mrs. Mason knows. She's an old grimed of my mother's. I found her here by chance. She knows, but she won't speak. She's on Robert's side. Oh, but she must speak! She must!" cried Anna, with sudden resolve. "She must help in this. She must help undo the wrong I" haze done. Ring fqr her, prease. I want her. "Mrs. Mason," said she when the housekeeper entered, taking in the sit- uation at a glance, s"I've got to go to court and tell what I've done. I've got to tell the truth. My testimony means Mr. Temple's irberty—and mere" The - old New Englander had been almost prepared for this. Nevertbe- less she turned toward Burton Temple fn indignaFit protest:. "Surely you won't ask her to dd this?" He shook his head gravely. "I shall ask nothing," he said. "You see, Anna. He'll not requke it of you." "I know," returned Anna c` • 1 f r, But Mrs. Mason didn't like the genet tet shone in her eyes. She attackeu is first by cunning. "You wouldn't have the heart to send goer husband back to prison just as he's about to be pardoned or ao- iittitted?" "But' he's guilty, you see, 'g ilty• as hell& She °leaned back In her" chair with half closed eyes. "Well, it's one thing to send a guilty, husband to jail," continued Mrs. Ma- son, "and it's another thing to send your children's father there, branded a felon by their mother!" She saw by the spasmodic clutch of Anna's band on the arm of the chair how directly ber shaft had gone home. "You told me awhile ago that you'd failed in helping them," she pursued. "You needn't fail. Why, I'd let ever, man on earth go to prison and stay, there before I'd forget that 1 was a mother and had two boys: with two names to carry through life!" "I'll teach them to make their names over. I'll look out for my boys." Anna stirred on her chair tiredly. "You'll teach them to make their names over? Why, Anna Granger, yott told me only a half hour ago sob- bingly ob- ? bi n ! in b y your room how their father's disgrace would be thrown in their faces all the days of their life"— "Oh, 1 know, I know," moaned the woman on the chair, "Well," concluded Mrs.' Mason, "that's the thing for a mother in your place to remember, ,Night or wrong. Learn It by rote if nj isn't already born in you. Your deity is to your boys, to give your boys an honorable name." "Ah, if I could; If I only could!" cried Anna bitterly, "But I can't give them that, you , you see. "You eau give them at least the ap- pearance of an bonnet Name whether their father is honorable or not. i'tn not 1 tending any. longer for Robert, the scamp. Let the rhea out of It. both your ]ftisband and --Mr, Temple." Shef the e Pur , 1tclAo e nscien ce nodded d coldly to one side to where the big fla nncier stood silently, taking no part In the discussion. "After all," she add- ed, "I sit os e Robert's t'S a 1a n worse, than' Mang a good other. men in ,the *oriel e w ca B a Hp lif da reg A ca tie ill fe an of 1iniuicta. You sbQ ild 't judge hlut t5o harshly. Anus," Anna'sdelft'ate brows twitched, When she spoihe it was in an odd, faint von*. Mrs, Meson and the whole roo tweeted ua s aled tp be moving out Of her Vision. "'I don't !,now many men," she said ., m s •edl , err ur 1 ever di y n d judge itob- ert by a general standard, I judged bins by the standard I held nut to him before I married Irlcn. It was a pretty big one, blit he anew it, and, Goch or. give hint, he knelt beside me and swore it was his own. "And now"—again that spasmodic twitching of the brows, while the low, measured voice went on—"and now it'e not only against my standard that 1 balance hien. I weigh him against one who is my standard's standard." CHAPTER IX. RACK FROn PRISON. 0 Mrs. Mason's narrow, unbend- ing, shortsighted code every thing in life was prepared la advan ce--a man's political con- Picttons, a woman's religious convi tions, a child's nursery stories, the b bies' prayers. Her puritanic soul wa outraged wholly now, and, finsbin angrily, with an instinctive shrinkin back of her whole person, she attar ed the woman before ber. "May the Lord have mercy on sue women as you, Anna Grangprt You'. wicked, flagrantly, deliberately wick ed, to titter such thoughts. Isn't 1 enough to have the unlawful feeling? She wheeled suddenly to Tempi "Oh, I've seen for a long time tha you loved her. 'Every one has s It. But I thought her sense of d ceney"— Temple stepped forward at that, h eyes blazing.e.- "Mis. Mason," he said forbidding "'don't you think you have gone quit far enough? Have you no pity, n sense of womanliueesi" The housekeeper ewlttt•ed at tb Man's tones. The words escaped tie ,Anna had risen. Very white an still, she.stood for a secot,d. 'Shen: "Mr. 'Temple, i must Leave house, leave it at onye. But you m count upon me. When your 'cas comes up for trial I shall be there. am going to clear you. Mrs. Mase thinks"—her eyes traveling slowly tbe elder woman—"that it's not be - cease cause you're innocent that I insis upon giving my testimony. Sh thinks it's because I love you. I de But you at least knoty I've nothing further to hope from this. I am Rob- ert Granger's wife' till death!" Temple bowed. "Yes, I know," he said simply. "I want you—in my soul I want you --to be always as you are now—right and °fad." ""T. rat is vybat I longed to hear yon say, just those words," said she, with a little, quick, 'sobbing breath. Mrs. Mason was forgotten. For a brier moment they two were algae, re- naved from tbe rest of the world 'he silence was eloquent, yet never tad Burton Temple felt farther from be woman be loved than now after be had made her heart's confession. e adored her iuuecessibiilty, her code f honor as wife and mother. itwas she who broke the silence, nd when sbe spoke the great moth rliness of her voice sank lino his oubled soul and quieted him. "It had to Coat' corse day—the awake nirlg. Will yon try to believe me beer I say it Is not all a loss. be - use we will not ,;:'c tv it to be a los,? $cause we are going to do right, you pd 1." Sbe smiled tip at him with trembling s and eyes running over. Tben she ted one hand end placed it upon his rk head, even as he a little while o had placed bis upon her own- nd in this case again it was not a rens butabenediction, n d h n e un- rstood, She turned and moved evenly toward e do;,r, 'Tbere came a sharp rap, a verisli. Insistent, wild sort of rap, Bebe paused. Cato leaked tit alert - c. $ g g' k - h re t e. t seen c- is ly`, e 0 ,e r. d this ay e I n t0 e• • t She CAUGHT HEAVY COLD. Left Throat and Lungs Very Sore. There is no better cure for a cough of cold than Dr. Wood's Norway Pine Syrup. Itvirtues I v tu es of the Norway pine tree, and is a pleasant, safe and effectual medicine that may be confidentially relied upon as a specific for Coughs, Colds, Bronchitis, .Floarse- ness, Sore Throat, Quinsy, and all throat and Lung Troubles. Mr. S. Monaghan, Charlottetown , writer: certify that fEr. Wood's Norway Pine Syrup an excel- lent tnedicine for couglts and colds. Last winter Y contracted a heavy cold which left my pings and, throat very sore. I had to give up work and stay in the house for two wee&ie. 1[ used several cough mixtures, but got no relief until a friend advised me to use ])r,, Wood's Norway PineSyrup. Time betties eztixely cured d the, and I can recommend it as the best medicine for coughs." Don't be imposed upo. n by y taking an3e thing but „Dr, ood,s, as thereaimany itt1tiiti ns of this starling remedy on the market. .,H. ,." . i. wood's is put up in a yellow art}a�Iet; three ptte tree. s the trade ark N price 5 cents. Manufactured ,o tI ' b The . Milb ztn Co., Isiflnited, x'Orbit* CUL ly troni Aup out! t .eV4` 1C1tiC1I' al ear's: Temple stepped Ied grie kiy to the doer and threw it open. Then, in amaze• went, he stepped track, "Granger!" C rise ! be exclaimed, What .are you tiding here?" A little white faced roan, wearing a Jong ulster and earrylaig hishat: in his hand, nd, entered. It was not his Grose cropped hair and subsorvieet hangdog manner Alortte which witnessed to the tate prisonlife and discipline; the tiro< Id, interyal spaced rodvement of the lockstep bore its witness as well. He cast but one sickly glance of con, fusion at Burton Temple, Then be. teemed to the woman who stood stone still at one side of the door staring at him piteously. • "Anna, I've been pardoned," he said, coming to her quickly,. "I came here at once, you see. I want to speak with you for a moment alone." His words were hurried, furtive, like the jailbird accustomed to sneaking whispers In the prison lisle to his pal. Involute tartly the wife shivered, "There'sno need,Robert,"h she an. swcred dully-. "There's nothing to con- ceal noiv; they know who I am." Wearily she turned to Temnple. "Tbe pardon has been granted," said she. Temple bowed, without speaking. "Yes," broke in Granger with nervi ous haste. "They've been working for a pardon for spine time. you know. You've seen it in the papers, haven't you? You see, the public felt that I was innocent, unjustly condemned. so"— He paused, seeing a slight, beseech- ing gesture of his wife to Temple. The big financier understood and, turning, quit the room quietly, leaving man and w'fe together. Mrs. Mason. whose curiosity was quite as alive as her consetence, stayed. It wouldn't do to miss this meeting. Maybe it was her duty to stayl "! want you to leave this house, to,, come away witb me at once. There's no Longer any need for proofs of vin dietitian, you see," Granger said to Anna, bastily kissing her. Sbe submitted. ba'"ttling,, down the sbedder of disgust which tbe touch of his lips fetched ber. After all, he was her husband, "Yes, 1'11 go with you," she said life lessiy. She wondered bow she could live with this thief allthe rest ot Iter da ys. "You see, Anna, every one knew 1 was innocent; every one believed in me. Now I must get away to some place where I can rest, where no one will ask me questions or Barry me. for I'm tired to death—to death. Ob," still catching no responsive fight on the immobile face before him, "it was your belief in me, Anna, that gave me courage all along." She looked at him, shuddering. ., "But I don't believe in you. Robert," she said. "I know " Under the man's prison pallor rose a sort of grayish fright, "lnowl Know what?" he asked sharply. "I know that yon are not innocent. Robert!" At those words all the bravado went out of Granger, as a tiny spark sad- deely goes out touched by a block of ice. "Sb-fz=b! Wbat do you mean any- how? I am innocent; I am." Be did not whisper now; Ise almost shrieked, even as he had in court that day when tbe jury pronounced him guilty. And now, as then, he fancied he saw over Whe, t itl,l your •. uspitua, Au.o4-4.. AYess,baddd .. bIutdgocotr P!feyd , tW ltflhyt cfho a; you tvnItt to ,Tum mer" Jae sank at her feet in pitiful. Ohl tappeal. jet "Anna, as your husband, Rs n Ars who loves you and whom you o IO �' O S Yd a fr ver': G .a the ri e y # ens! RI vo 1'epented. I ve paid thrl. over again for my folly. What can do now? 1 can't undo what's be done. It's you who must wipe out tri stain; help me to begin aver atgalnr: lonrfergiveues would be afl$platiollt Alma, you will forgive me?" Curiously the woman touched shoulder Instructively she wanted . feel just a little bit alive.. But s might as well have touched i post p wood. It $eeened as though the y fadulty or 'feeling bad been obiiter4l , within her, l "Forgive you? ' I suppose 1 m ` Robert," she said lifelessly. "All w, men forgive. They were put into tie world like priests or governors, I thin Only we are not supposed to give p _,4 emcee or sentences"--, Hen voice trail oft wearily. o r!I y "You see. Anna," Granger went o ' trying to excuse himself, "I knew hadn't made the success of my lit;, that you'd expected. It touched m pride to the quick to see you living that narrow wag—you, who mi have been n queen ,among women:" look of cunning came into his face "And then, the boys"— "But, Robert. didn't you know their I would sooner (hive worked my t gers to tbe bone and my brain to a:life tie white spot than have you do thiel awful thing? Didn't you know I would sooner have worn rags than have ye* steal?" She made a pitiful little geai ture and ended with a half sob. "1 know. I know." said he. "It's eats now to see what u mad idea ital was. But I had Hutt chance to get, fresh start in life With money I could do big things; 1 eoeld make myself alb that you wanted rue to be. The boyg were growing tip iVe needed more fo tbew for college and to give them - Pair eeer "Andy listen, Anna"—he moistened his lips—"I've inr•ested the money. t put it in stocks that would pay welt I teas going to use the interest for yo. and the boys, a little at a tame. yeti}' see, it was for you and them I did it I was n fool, perhaps—I was worse, Yes, I know. I.ht you'll help me nowt vc-on't you? 1 need you!" The appeal had gone home; he had, aroused the maternal instinct, alway dominant in Anua's breast. (Tb' "Largo ot .ttotlterliood"in the "Sym: phony of \Vunfauhood" was playing agnin,f She It111 ut her band toward hien again a•'*r, I quick, unconscious ' gesture, su, It .,s 5110 used in the ours., err a when rhe• , ttrtdren were tired Or naughty "Yc's. Rot„'rr" 'he admitted, "you de need some one ! ou need me, yes." Craven's rot: r, speaking to the but- ler in the hall t,r•,tke in upon them.°- . Not 111 the eh.ary? Well, End Elim and tett him tt'- : ",r's ready now. Just saw the c•banttenf drive up. Ten him 1'11 be with he. in a minute. Rave a letter to rattle "::i first." "It's Graven. the attorney," explain- ed Ahun rot lewing Robert's fright- ened took toweru ibe door. "I duu't want to see any one," wav- ered Granger. -Cent we go in there?' He motioned re :t door on the opposite ide of tbe count Realizing how .rrea itive he munee, ei, Anna noddedr "Yee, 'go, I'll call you when he's eft." The door bad barely closed upon hit .: retreating tigltrP when Craven blies.;. , s s his head the cruel Roman symbol of vengeance. the faces and the ax—saw, t ton, the cairn women who spin the thread of life, crouching on the shad owy frescoed wail of the courtroom, a naked skull at their feet. Something seemed to grip his, throat. He strangled a'n instant, then he coughed and spat, He drew bail hands across his eyes and pulled himself to- ge her. t "I ^.nt Innocent, innocent!' he in- sisted. "Don't! Don't, Robert!" cried Anna, pity at the shameful sights of her per- jured husband rising in her heart. "I know the whole of it. I've .peal the letter you wrote to Cornelius Bratty, you see." He shook as a matt seized suddenly by some deadly disease. Then in- stinctively, fearfully, he looked to- ward Mrs. Mason. "She 'knows all," said Anna quietly. "Who has that letter? Where is it? Has Temple got it? My God, why don't you tell me?" "There is no letter now, Robert. I read it, and I burned it without think- ing." "You destroyed it? Then it can't be used against mel Oh, Anna, you're a trump!" He seized both her hands and kissed them in a frenzy of relief. Even in' that pivotal moment, though, when. the we3 bt of nt n ba I g o the d fallen from him and left him light, a suspicion came to him, a jailbird suspicion. "But you said `without th1nithug,' Without thinking what, Anna?" "Without thinking that as well as convicting you that letter was the only. evidence to vindicate Mr. Temple," an- swered she calmly. Then Mrs. Mason, with a sheer, made it plain. nitlaybo your wife feels that an ilino- cent man mustn't be sent to prison, Me. Granger, ger, ar maybe she feels some stronger motive. I remember that yon were adverse to ber staying on. here the day' that I saw you. Now, I believe, She thinks of ening evidence about the destruction of that letter.!! At the last sentence the ugly, con - den -ming, vindictiveexpression which. had tome into Granger's face at her incriminating wends 'vanished. ' Aiana, rt'e not true! It eou1dn''t be true thattxr,at' g O u would expose he gasped inn Sort of terror,. "You ate not ;going to, tell al)ent r hat, etttr_'f tered in. Evidently as Set be knell �l. e '�-- 1 ;w .r tet ca nr ti Y .r - ) :u [F. oni the 'tt't tt� rime$ ffid t ,rd�` ' t Sol`: emnly Declares "Nervi line" Is a Specific. rs' eerience in rage Ing horses I a can safelyxp testify thatnal remedy gives such good results for ate all-round stable i:niment as Nervlline,'ll Thea opens the very earnest letter of 3' J. Evanston, who lives near Welling- ton, P. E. "I had a very valuable horsey the' 'ook distemper a month ago, end/ was afraid I was going to lose him; His throat swelled and hard lumps dee veloped. Elis nostrils ran and he had. at,- ,t-»- terrible cougtl..,.•a tried different f�ttt/fGr medics, but utast . unable to relieve' my horse of Qa4s, R�� pain and suffering till, I started to user �L� Nervil4ne, z mix „• e• da o b tt le Of N .. er : en re., Nervi CU QUi I v31in a and sweet r; on and rubbed the mixture on the hroet and chest three times a day and you would scarcely believe the way hat horse picked' up. NerviIine cured him. 1 also have used Nerviline for colic in horses and cows, and earnestly, recommend it to every man that ie raising stock." For strains, sprains, swellitgs, colt$, distemper, coughs, and colds, no lin% hent will prove so efficacious. in the stable as "1Vervlline"--it's ,good tai' than or beast, for internal or external • use. 'Wherever there is pain, Nervillnet will cure It. Refuse substit tos. Large( bottles 5Oc trial size 25e, at all deaf- ei•s,, or The Catarrhozone Goy In.ingston, Ont. ) 1[Ti. N �avltigE � , rev' �t FIFA! 1bu tan, peanlesslyremove nay eerie, either hard, soft, • or bleeding; beg 'applying Putnaiti's .Corn 1i tactor. I1: , e r bums, leavee ne arc t dl' n vd b v s sear, oft a rima ,• • Heins; is harmless, because compoeeldi • ohs of heating -dohs and bairns, 11'ltt y g'g Y1 e r s i n use . C e e y a ur guaranteed, Salds ,by ail druggists, and bottles,"Re>'ue , et "itbs $ itu e5 t t .. Pfu-rN A M $ pAtioess CORN EXtRACIOR