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BY MRS. M. J. HOLMES
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Wi'uri11c;1 by Suffering," "A Grass Widow,"
"Woman Against Woman," Jae.
*elrid. hi? Ho had never 'told her so,"
and in Hagar Warren's wild dark
*yes there wan a savage gleam les
mho thought: "He'll rue the clay that
he dares trifle with Maggie Miller.'+
But Henry Warner •ryas not trifling
with her. He was only waiting a
favorable opportunity for telling her
the story of hie love, and now, as
they sit together in the moonlight,
;with the musical flow of the mill-
itream falling on his ear, he es-
says to speak—to tell how she has
grown into his heart;• to ask her to
go with hires where he goes; to make
chis home, her home, and so be with
hien always; but ere the first word
'was uttered Maggie asked it Mr.
Douglas had brought the picture of
'his sister. '
"Why, yes," he answered. "1 had
forgotten it entirely, 'Hero it is,"
and taking it from his pocket he
.passed it to her.
It was a face of almost ethereal
loveliness which through the moon-
light looked / up to Maggie Miller,
and again she experienced the same
indefinable emotion, a mysterious,
invisible something, drawing her to-
ward the original of the beautiful
,.likeness,
1 "It is strange how thoughts of
Rose always affect me." she said,
,gazing earnestly upon the large eyes
Of blue, shadowed forth -upon the
picture. "It seems as though she
must he nearer to me than an un -
,known friend."
"Seems she like a sister?" asked
Henry Warner, coming so near that
Maggie felt his warm breath upon
then cheek.
"Yes, yes—that's it," she answer-
.ec!, with something of her olden
frankness. "And had I somewhere in
•the world an unknown sister I
should say it was hose Warner!"
There were a few low, whispered
'words, and when the full moon,
which for a time had hidden itself
:behind the clouds, again shone forth
..in all its glory, Henry had *eked
Maggie Miller to be the sister of
nose Warner, and Maggie had ens-
•wered "Yes!"
That night, in Maggie's dreams,
-there was a strange commingling of
thought—•thought of Henry Warner,
:as he told her of his love—thoughts
•of the gentle girl whose eyes of blue
)had looked no lovingly upon her, as
silt between them there was indeed a
•eonnton bond of sympathy—and
:stranger far than all, thoughts of
little grave beneath the pine,
'Where slept the so-called child e1
Mester Hamilton—the child defrauded
.of its birthright, and who, in the
misty vagaries of dreamland, seemed
::alone to stand between her and the
,beautiful Rose 11•arner!
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CHAI'TEIt VIII,
On the rude bench by her cabin
.door sat Hagar Warren, her black
.eyes peering out into the woods, and
her quick ear turned to catch the
lfirst soulld of bounding footsteps,
which came at last, and .Meggie Mil-
ler was sitting by her elle.
"What is it, darling?" Ilagar ask-
ed, and her shriveled hand smoothed
caressingly the' silken hair, as she
looked into the glowing face of the
,young girl and half guessed what
.was written there.
To Theo, Mag had whispered the
Words, "I am engaged," and Theo
Chad coldly answered, "Pshaw !
:Grandma will quickly break that up.
Why, Henry Warner is comparatives
ay poor. Mr. Douglas told me se,
••r rather I quizzed him nntil 1 found
it out. He says, though, that Hen-
ry has rare business 'talents, and he
Gould not do without him."
To the latter part of Theo's :,-
'mark Maggie paid little heed, bats
the mention of her grandmother
trouhfcd her. !She would. oppose it,
Mag was sure of that, and it was to
tales un this very subject she had
come to Hagar's cottage. "Just the
way I '.posed it would end," said
iagar, when Mag, with blu✓;hing,
;alt' -averted face, told the *tory of
er engagement; "just the way I
"posed 'twould end, but I didn't
hink 'twould be So quick." e
"Two months and 'a hall is a great
while, and, then, eve have been toge-
ther so much," replied Maggie, at
the same time asking if Hagar did
net approve of her choice.
"Henry Warner's well enemata" an -
A VETERAN OF THE
BOER WAR
TESTIFIES AS TO THE EFFICACY OF
BURDOCK BLOOD BITTERS
FOR THE CURE OF
BOILS
Mr. D. M. McBlaine, Niagara Balls,
Ont., writes:—"It is with pleasure I
estify to the sterling qualities of your
Burdock Blood Bitters
. After the Boer
War, through which I served in the
let I. I.., 1 suffered from bolls, con-
stipation, and sick headaches, and
tried mituy preparations, but got relief
from none till an old comrade of mine
got me to try the Burdock Blood Bitters.
To say I got relief is to put it mildly. It
de. myself a the f ain ttli man who
made m viz.,. a
knows not what it is to be sick, and who
as been. and is still, an athlete.
To anyone in want of wiled blood
diad the resultant all round vigorous
health, 1 can conscientiously recommend
i1,B.B,"
Burdock Blood Bitters is manufac-
tured only by The T. Milburn Co.,
Limited, Toronto, Ont.
t•t••t tt 11r
rwered Hagar. "J.'ve watched him
close, and see no evil in him, but he
isn't the one for you, nor are you
the one for him. You are both too
wild, too full of fun, and if yoked
together will go to destruction, 1
know. You need somebody to hold
you back, and so does he."
Involuntarily, Maggie thought of
Rose, mentally resolving to be, if
possible, more like her.
"You are not angry with me?"
said Ilagar, observing Maggie's si-
lence. "You asked my opinion, and
I gave it to you. You are too
young to know whom you like. IIen-
ry Warner is the first man you ever
knew, and, in two years' time, you'll
tire of him."
"Tire of hien, Hagar? Tire of
Henry Warner!" cried 3f:e . a little
indignantly. "You do not know me
if you think I'll ever tire of hint;
and, then, too, did I tell you grand-
ma keeps writing to me about a Mr.
Carrollton, who she says is wealthy,
line -looking, highly educated, and
very aristocratic, and that last
makes me hate him! I've heard so
much about aristocracy that I'll sick
of it, and just for that reason I
would not have this Mr. Carrollton
If I knew he'd make me Queer. of
England. But grandma's hea_a. is
set upon it, I know, and she Ulrike,
of course, he would marty me—says
he is delighted with my daguerreo-
typo—that awful one, too, with the
staring eyes. In grandma', last let-
ter he sent me a note. 'Twee beauti-
fully written, and I dare say he is
a fine young man, at least he talks
common sense; but I shan't answer
it—and, if you'll believe me, I used
part of it in lighting Henry's cigar,
and with the rest I shall light fire-
crackers on the Fourth of July.
Henry has bought a lot of them,
and we're going to have fun. How
grandma would scold. But I shall
marry Henry Warner, anyway. Do
you think she will oppose me when
she sees how determined I am?"
"Of course she will," answered
Ilagar "I know these Carrolltons.
They are a haughty race, and if
your grandmother has one of them
in \Jew she'll tura you from her
door sooner than see you married to
another, and an American, too."
There was a moment's silence, and
then, with an unnatural gleam, in her
eye, old Ilagar turned tower d Mag,
and grnsping her shoulder, said: "lf
she docs this thing, Maggie Miller—
if she casts you off, will you take
me for your grandmother? Will you
let me litre with you? 1'11 be your
drudge. yoiir slave. Say, Maggie,
may 1 go with you? Will you cull
Inc grandmother? I'd willingly die
if only once 1 could hear you speak
to me thus, and know it was in
love."
' For a moment Mag looked at her
in asionishluent; then, thinking to
herself, "She surely is halt crazed,"
she arswered, laughingly: "Yes, Ha-
gar, if grandma casts me off, you
may go with me. I shall need your
care, but I can't promise to call
you grandma, because you know you
are not,"
Tho corners of Hagar's mouth
worked nervously. but her teeth
shut firmly over the 'thin, white lip,
forcing back the wild words trembl-
ing there, and the secret was not
told.
"Go kerne, Maggie Miller," eke
said at last, rising slowly to her
feet. "Go home now, and leave me
alone. I am willing you should mar-
ry Henry Warner—nay, I wish you
to de it; but you must remember
your promise."
Maggie was about to answer, when
her thought$ were directed to ano-
ther channel by the sight of George
Douglas: and Theo cemiag slowly
down the shaded pathway, which led
past Hagar's' door. Old Hagar 'saw
thong, too, and, whispering to Mag-
gie, Reid: "There's another marriage
brewing. or the signs do not toll
true, and madam will sanction this
one, too, -for there', money there,
and gold. can petrify any blood."
Ere Maggie could reply, Thee toll-
ed out: "You here, Aiag, ai upu-
al?" adding, aside to her Cemp&n-
ion, "She has the most unaccount-
able taste, .o different from me, who
cannot endure anything low and vul-
gar. Can you? But I need net
ask," she continued, "for your asso-
ciations have been of a relined na-
ture."
George Douglas did not answer,
for his thoughts were back in the
brown farmhouse at the toot of the
hill. where hie boyhood wail passed,
end he wondered what the high -bred
lady at his side Would say if ei;e
could see the sunburnt man and
plain old-fashioned woman wk* call-
ed him their son, George Washing-
ton. Ife would not confess that he
was ashamed of his parentage, les
he tenet, to be a kind and dutiful
son, but he Would a little rather
Stott Theo Miller should not know
how democratic had been his early
training. So he made no answer,
but Addressing himself to Meg, ask -
rd "how she could And it in hen
htart to leave her patient so long?"
"I'm going back directly," she
Said, end donning ker kat she start-
ed for holoe, thinking' she had gained
but little eatistaetioie fresh Hagar,
who, as Delights and Thee passed
on. resumed her seat by the door,
and listening
to the sou d of Mar-
earet's retrektitiK footsteps, Mutter -
td' "The old lightheartednetii is
gone. '1'het'e are shadows gathering
round her; tor, once in love, she'll
noire he so tree and ieyous again.
But it can't he helped; it's the des-
tiny of Women, tend 1 only hope this
Warn »r IS worthy of her, but he
ain't. ilea too Wild—to* full of
what Hagar Warren calls edevil-
twits. And Meg docs i ry bigin
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THE WINGI1A1I TRIES, JUT,''
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tearing down hie bed -curtains, which
have hung there full twenty year*,
she's set all things corner•wieo, be
cause the folks do so in Worcester,
and has turned the parlor into a
smoking room, till all the air of
Hillsdale can't take away that to-
bacco scent. Why, it almost knocks
tyro down!" And the old lady groan-
ed aloud, as she recounted to her-
self the recent innovations upon the
time-honored habits of her mistress'
house
Henry Warner was, indeed, rather
a fast young man, but it needed the
suggeetive presence of George Doug-
las to bring out his true character,
and for the four days succeeding the
arrival of the latter there were rare
doings at the old stone house, where
the astonished and rather delighted
servants looked on in amazement,
while the young men sang their jo-
vial songs and drank of the rare old
wine which Mag, utterly fearless of
what .her grandmother might say,
brought frorn the cellar below. But
when, on the morning of the Fourth,
Henry Warner suggested that they
hay* a celebration, or at least, hang
met the American flag by way of
showing their patriotism, there were
signs of rebellion in the kitchen,
While even Mrs. Jeffrey, who had
long since ceased to interfere, felt it
her duty to remonstrate. Accordingly
she descended to the parlor, where
she found George Douglas and Mag
dancing to the tune of "Yankee
Doodle," which Theo played upon
the piano, while Henry Warner
whistled a most stirrlt g accomplish-
ment! To be heard above that din
was impossible, and involuntarily
patting her own slippered foot to
the lively strain,, the distressed lit-
tle lady went back to her room,
wondering What Madam Conway
would say if she knew her house was
being desecrated,
But Madam Conway did not
know, She was three thousand
miles away, and witk this distance
between them Maggie dared do any-
thing; so when the flag was agala
mentioned she answered apologetic-
ally, as 1f it were something of
which they ought to lei ashamed:
"We never had any, but we can
soon make one, I know, 'Twill be
fun to see it float from the house-
top!" and lying up the stairs to
the dusty garret, she drew from a
huge *alto» chest a scarlet coat,
which ;tad belonged to the former
owner *1 the place, v ho little
thought, as he sat in r+. :e3 that his
favorite teat would 'In* day furnish
materials 11r the.emblem of Ameri-
can freedom!
Ne suck thought as this, how-
ever, obtruded itself upon Mag as
she bent ever tke chest. "The coat
is o1 no use," she said, and, ge.th.
wing it up, she ran back to the par-
lor, where, throwing it across Hen-
ry's lap, she told how it had be-
longed to her great-great-grandfath-
er,iwho, at the time of the Revolu-
tion, went home to Lrngland. The
young men exchanged a meaning
look, and then buret into a laugh,
but the cause of their merriment
they did net explain, lest the preju-
dices of the girls should be aroused.
"This is just the thing," said
Henry, entering heart and soul
into the spirit of the fun. "This
is grand. Can't you find some blue
for the ground -work of the stars?"
Mag thought a moment, and then
exclaimed: "Oh, yes, I have it—
grandma has a blue satin bodice,
which eke wore when she was a
young lady. She once nave me a
part of the back for my dolly's
dress. She won't care it I cut up
the rest lop a banner."
"Of course not," answered George
Douglas. "She'll be glad to have it
used for such a laudable purpose."
and walking to the window he
laughed heartily as he saw in fancy
the wrath of the proud English wo-
man whin she learned the us* to
which ler satin bodice had been ap-
propriated.
The waist was brought in a
twinkling, and then, when hIenry
asked for seine white. !Lag cried :
"A sheet will be just the thing—one
of grandma's small linen *nes. It
won't hurt a bit," she added, as she
saw a shadow on Theo's brow, and,
mounting to the top of the high
Chest of drawers, she brought out
a skeet of Onset linen, which, with
rose leaves and fragrant herbs, had
been carefully packed away.
It was a long, delightful process,
the making of that banner, and ]kag-
gie's voice rang out loud and clear
as she saw how cleverly Henry
Warner managed the shears, cutting
the red coat into stripes. The ar-
rangement of the? satin •fell to Mag-
gie's lot, and while George Douglas
made the stars, Theo looked on, a
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who once try there will antitheft little Weenie -
able in Romany wa33•s that they Will riot bewiH
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Is the babe of ie, teeny Wee that here Is where
make one great boast. Our pillecareltabile
fere' Litt
wle Liverills ate small and
veil cosy to take. Oheer two p111imake a dere.
Tho ere etrietlyy vegetehle and do not gripe er
but by their gentle action plea:eau A'
eegam woo l ieeet.
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.i1tlN Illtarrios.
little doubtfully, sot that her nes-
tionality was in any way affected,
what, George Douglas sanctioned wap
by thin time right with her; but she
felt solve misgiving as to what her
grandmother might say, and, think.
ing if she did nothing but look on
and lough, the blame would fall on
T1iag: she stood aloof, making occa-
sionally a suggestion, and seeming as
pleased a. any ono when at last the
flag was done. A quilting frame,
serveJ as a flagstaff, and /*lag was
chosen to plant it upon the top of
the house, where was a cupola, or
miniature tower, overlooking the
surrounding country. Leading to
this tower was a narrow staircase,
and up these stairs Mag bore the
flag, assisted by one of the servant
girls, whose birthplace was green
Idris, and whose broad, good-humor-
ed fate shone with delight as she
fastened the pole securely in its
place, and then shook aloft her check, -
ed apron in answer to the cheer
which came up from below when first
the American banner waved ovor the
old stone house.
Attracted by the noise, and Won-
dering what fresh mischief they were
doing, Mrs. Jeffrey went out into
the yard just in time to see the flag
of freedom as it shook itself out in
the summer breeze.
"Fleas en help me!" she ejaculated.
"Stars and Stripes on Madam Con -
way's house!" and resolutely shut -
ling her eyes, lest they should look
again on what to her seemed sacci.
lege, she groped her way back to the
haus.., and retiring to her room,
wrote to Madam Conway an exag-
gerated account of the proceedings,
bidding her hasten home or Mag.
and Truce, would be ruined.
The letter being written, the good
lady felt better—so lunch better, in
deed, that after an hour's delibera•
tion pile concluded not to send it,
inasmuch as it contained many com-
plaints against the young lady Mar-
garet, who she knew was sure in the
end to find favor in her grandmoth-
er's eyes. This was the first time
Mfrs. Jeffrey had attempted a letter
to her employer, for Maggio had
been the chosen correspondent, Theo
af;o:ting to dislike anything like let-
ter -writing. On the day previous to
Henry Warntr's arrival at the stone
!louse, Mag had written to hel
grandmother, and ere the time came
for her to write again she had con,
dueled to keep his presence there a
pit cret; so Madam Conway was, as
yet, ignorant of his existence; ant
whir? in the homes of the English
nobility she bore herself like a royal
princess, talking to young .Arthur
Carrollton of her beautiful grand,
daughter, she little dreamed of the
real state of affairs at hone.
But it was not for Mrs. Jeffrey to
enlighten her, and tearing her ietter
in pieces the governss sat- down in
her easy chair by the window, ment-
ally congratulating herself upon the
fact that "the two young savages,"
as she styled Douglas and Warner,
were to leave on the morrow. This
last act of theirs, the hoisting of the
banner, had been the culminating
point, and, too indignant to sit with
them at the same table, she resolut-
ely kept her room throughout the
entire day, poring intently over
"13axter's Saint's Rest," her favor-
ite volume when at all flurried or
excited, Occasionally, too, she
would stop, her ears with jeweler'!
cotton to shut out the sound of
"Hail, Columbia!" as it came up to
her from the parlor below, where the
young men were doing their best to
show their patriotism.
Toward evening, alarmed by a
whizzing sound, which seemed to be
often repeated, and wishing to know
the cause, she stole half -way down
the stairs, when the mischievous
Mag greeted her with a "serpent,
which, hissing beneath her feet, sent
her quickly back to her room, from
which she did not venture again.
Mrs. Jeffrey was very good-natured,
and reflecting that "young folks
must have fun," she became at last
comparatively calm, and at an early
hour sought her pillow. But thoughts
of "Stars and Stripes" waving di-
rectly over her head, as she knew
they were, made her nervous, and
the long clock struck the hour of two
while she was yet restless and wake.
fol.
"Maybe the'Saint's Rest' will quiet
me a trifle," the thought, and, strik-
ing a light, she attempted to read;
bat in vain, for every word was a
"star," every line a "stripe" and
every leaf a "Aag." Shutting the
book and hurriedly pacing the floor,
she exclaimed: "It's of no 5155 try-
ing to sleep, or meditate either.
Baxter himself couldn't do it with
that thing over hie head, and I mean
to take it down. It's a duty I owe
to Xing George", memory and to
Madam Conway." And stealing from
her room she groped her way up the
dark, narrow stairway, until, emerg-
ing into the bright moonlight, she
stood directly beneath the American
banner, waving so greacefully in the
night wind. "It's a clever enough
device," she said, gazing rather Id-
miringly at it. "And I'd let it be if
I s'posed I could sleep a Wink; but
I can't. It's Worse for my nerves,
than strong green tea, and I'll not
lie awake for all the Yankee !lags in
f:hristendbm," So saying. the reso-
lute little woman tugged at the
quilt frame until she loosened lir
frorn its Nett:Sing:a and then started
to return.
Ilut, alas! the way wad narrow ant
kbannerwas tette end tutti•
fiat ti,o a
r
bersome, while the lady that bore it
was nervous and weak. It is net
strange, then, that Maggie, who
slept at no great distance, Wei
awakened by it tretnendl,tii crash, Xb
of some one f&li1ri% thei entire length
of the tower btfi•t, ithilt a v ecce,
frightened and faint, called out :
"Help roe, Margjtret, Atli I oris dead)
I know I am!"
Striking a light, irtailgii hurried to
the spot, wh414 kir 8bleary laugh
aroused the serVhnts 'Wile
eerie te-
Retkrr in a bbdv. leileiupon
the door, with onto feet (hence en-
tirely through the lbainnet, W1ticit wait
toldeef &bout her so that the quil$
Fran» lay upon her bosom, was )~tree
Jeffrey, the broad frill of her rap
standing up erect, and herself assert-
ing With every breath that "the free
ri hs knew dead dad buried, ohs the wee."
as."
"Wrapped in a winding 'epee*, 1'11
admit," said Ifinttte, , "but not suit*
dead, 1 trust," Arid pvtetligt
her light, she attempted to extr'j a
her governess, who continued to
apologize for what she had don,,
"Not that I cared so much *loud
I your celebrating America, but I
couldn't sleep with the thing over
my head. I Was going to put it
hack in the morning before you were
up, 'There! there! careful! It's bro-
ken short off!" she screamed, as
Maggie tried to release her foot
from the rent in the linen sheet, a
tent which the frightened woman pen.
slated in saying "aha could darn as
good as new," while at the same
time she implored of Maggie to han-
dle carefully her ankle, which had
been sprained by the fall,
Forcing back her merriment, which
in spite of herself would occasional-
ly burst forth, occasional -
Maggie made her
teacher as comfortable as possible
and then staid with her nntil morn-
ing, when, leaving her in charge of a•
servant, she went below to say fare-
well to her guests. Between George
Douglas and Theo there were a few
low -spoken words, she granting him
permission to write, while he promis-
ed to visit her again in the early
autumn. Ifo had not yet talked to
Mr of love, for Rose Warner had
still a home in his heart, and she
must be dislodged ere another could
take her place. 13ut this affection
for her was growing gradually less.
Theo suited him well, her family
suited hint better, and when at part:-
ing he took her hand in his he re-
solved to ask her for it when next
110 came to 111llsdale.
Meanwhile between Henry Warner
and Maggie there was a far more af-
fectionate farewell, he whispered to
Mr t f n, time not far distant When
err would claim her as his own and
she should go with hien. Ile would
ll rite to her every week, he said,
and Hcse should write, too. IIe
would see her in a few clays, and tell
her of his engagement, which lie
knew Would please her.
"Let me s.•nd her a line," said
Maggie, and on a tiny bit of paper
:he Wrote: "Dear Hose—Are you Will-
ing 1 should be your sister Maggie?"
Ilalf an hour later and linger
Warren, coming. through the garden
gate, looked after the carriage which
bore the gentlemen to the depot,
muttering to herself: "I'm glad the
high bucks have gone. A riddance
to them both."
In her disorderly chamber, too,
Mrs'. Jeffrey hobbled on one foot to
the window, where, with a deep sigh
of relief, she sent after the young
men a not very complimentary adieu
which was echoed in part by the ser-
vants below, while Theo, on the
piazza, exclaimed against "the lone-
some old house, which was never so
lonesome before," and Maggie seat-
ed horsell upon the stairs and cried!
CHAPTER IX•
Nestled among the tall old trees
which skirt the borders of Leomin-
ster village, was the bird's-nest of a
cottage, which hose Warner called
her home, and which, with its wealth
of roses, its trailing vines and flow-
ering shrubs, scented fitted for the
abode of one like her. Slight as a
child twelve summers old, and fair
as the white pond lily, when first to
the morning sun it unfolds its deli-
cate; petals, she seemed too frail for
earth, and both her aunt and he
whom she called brother watched
carefully lest the cold north wind
should blow too rudely on the gold.
en curls which shaded her childish
brow, Very, very beautiful was lit-
tle Rose, and yet few, ever looked up-
on her without a feeling of sadness;
for in the deep blue of her eyes there
was a mournful dreamy look, as if
the shadow of some great sorrow
were resting thus early upon her.
And Hose Warner had a sorrow,
ton, a grief which none save one had
ever suspected. Tu him it had come
with the words, "I cannot be your
wife, for I love another, one who
will never know how dear he is . to
Inc."
The words were involuntarily spec
ken, and George Douglas, looking
down upon her, guessed rightly that
he "who would never know how
)ouch he was beloved," was Henry
Warner. To her the knowledge that
Henry was something dearer than •
brother had come slowly, filling her
heart with pain, for she well knew
that whether he clasped her to his
bosom, as he often did, or pressed
his lips upon her brow, he thought
of her only as a brother thinks of a
1 eautiful and idolized sister. It had
heretofore been some consolation to
know that his affections were un-
trammelled with thoughts of anoth-
er: that she alone was the object of
1 is love, and hope had sometimes
faintly whispered of what, perchance,
might be: but from that, dream she
was waking now, and her face grew
whiter still, as there came to her
from time to time letters fraught
with prnises of Margaret Miller; and
if in Hose Warner's nature there had
been a particle of bitterness it would
have been called forth toward one
whore, she foresaw, would be her riv-
al. But Rose knew no malice, and
she felt that she would sooner die
than do aught to mar the hapednese
of Maggie Miller.
I'or nearly two weeks she had not
heard from Henry, and she was be-
ginning to feel very anxious. when
ca:e morning, two or three days sue -
c, coonrx the memorable
Hillsdale cel-
ebration,
ebration, as she sat in a small ar-
bor so thickly overgrown with the
\'ic1nigan rose As to render her in-
sisible at it little distance, she was
!tartly.' by hearing him Ball her
nauu, ns he enure in quest of her
One c.o n th • soden walk. The � next
mewed ha held her in his arms,
1 i•'ing her forehead, her lips, her
(beck: them holding her oft, he look-
ed to gee if theta had been in hes
raght of a change since last they
met•
'•You are paler than you were.
nose, darling," he said, "and your,
eyes look as if they had of late been
n sed to team. What ie it, dearest t
1. hat troubles you?"
Bose could not answer 'tweediest*.
lee for hie sudden coming had taken
away her breath, and as he saw it
faint blush stooling over her face, he
continued: "Can it be my little via -
ter hoe bee falling lit love durit/g
Inv a t stne.itt?
immuumatimiiiivommimmemmommi-
Children Cry for Fletcher's
The Bind You Have Always Bottght, and which has been
in use for over JO years, has borne the signature of
and has been made under his per-
sonal supervision since its infancy.
agr-i----� Allow no one to deceive yon in this.
All Counterfeits, Imitations and "Just -as -good" are but
Experiments that trifle with and endanger the health of
Infants and Children—Experience against Experiment.
What is CASTORIA
Castoria is a harmless substitute for Castor Oil, Pare.
goric, Drops and Soothing Syrups. It is pleasant. It
contains neither Opium, Morphine nor other Narcotic
substance. Its age is its guarantee. It destroys Worms
and allays Feverishness. For more than thirty years it
has been in constant use for the relief of Constipation,
Flatulency, Wind Colic, all Teething Troubles and
Diarrhoea. It regulates the Stomach and Bowels,
assimilates the Food, giving healthy and natural sleep.
Tho Children's Panacea—The Mother's Friend.
GENUINE CASTORIA ALWAYS
Bears the Signature of
The bind You ilave BouglitAlva y s
In Use For Over 30 Years
'THE CENTAUR COMPANY. 77 MURRAY STREET. NEW YORK CITY.
SUFFERED WITH
LAME BACK
WAS NOT RRLE TO
STRAIGHTEN UP
Mr. C. Grace, Hamilton, Ont., writes:
"I was•suffering with lame back, and for
two weeks was not able to straighten up
to walk, and hardly able to sit down for
the pains in my back, hips and legs. I
had used different kinds of pills, plasters,
liniments and medicines, without any
relief. One day there was a B.B.B. book
left at our door, and I read about Doan's
Kidney Pills, and I decided to try thein.
Before I had half a box used I felt a great
deal better, and by the time I had used
two boxes I was cured. 1 have no hesita-
tion in recommending Doan's Kidney
Pills to all suffering as I did, or from any
illness arising from diseased kidneys.
Price 50 cents per box, or 3 boxes for
$1.25, at all dealers, or will be mailed
direct on receipt of price by The T.
Milburn Co., Limited, Toronto, Ont.
When ordering direct, specify " Doan's."
sc er before hod ho spoken to her
thus; but a change had come over
11110, kis heart was full of a beauti-
ful image, and fancying Rose might
have followed his example, he asked
her the question he did, without,
however, expecting or receiving a def-
inite answer,
"I out so lonely, Henry, when you
are gone and do not write to me!"
she sold; and in tbe tones of her
•vn!+•e there was a slight reproof,
which Henry felt so keenly.
Ire had been so engrossed with
Maggie Niller, and the free, joyous
life he led in the Hillsdale woods,
that for a time he had neglected
Rose, who, in his absence, depende4
se Much on his letters for comfort.
"I have been very selfish, I know,'"
he said; but I was so haply that
for a time I forget everything rave
Maggie Miller,"
An involuntary shudder ran
through L'ose's slender form; but
conquering her emotion, she answer-
ed calmly, "What of this Maggio
Miller? Tell me of her, will you?"
Winding his arm around her waist,
and drawing her closely to his side,
Henry Warner rested her head upon
his bosom, where it had often lain,
and smoothing her golden curls, told
her of Maggie Miller, of her queenly
beauty, of her dashing, independent
spirit; her franlo, ingenuous manner;'
her kindness of heart, and, last of
all, bending very low, lest the vine
leaves mad the fair blossoms of Slit
rose parur4,?!st,r1e. told her mil*
love, and ltose, the fairest flower of
all which bloomed around the bow-
er, clasped her hand upon Iter heart,
lest he should know its wild throb-
bings, and forcing back the tears
which moistened her long eyelashes,
listened to the knell of all her: hopes.
Henceforth her lovk for him, must be
an idle mockery, and ;the time, would
conte when to love hits as she loved
him then Would be a sin, a wrong to
him, and a wrong to Maggie Miller,
"You are surely not asleep," he
last,as she1
buil at ;nude him no re -
r
lay, and, bending forward, he SaW
the teardrops resting on her cheek.
"Not asleep, but weeping4" he ex-
claimed. "What is it, darling? What
troubles you?" And lifting up her
head, hose Warner answered, •I was
thinking how this new love of yours
lel take you from m r - e and
woo a ef � 1
should he alone,"
"No, not alone," he said, wiping
her tears :May. "Maggie and 1
have arranged that matter. You
are to live With us, and instead of
losing me, you are to gain another
--t sister, Rose. Yon have often
Wished
von could
(To be continued,)
Save Your Timothy.
Every farmer who has a piece of
tin.othy meadow should be able to pro-
cure enouth cles n seed for his own use,
at least, even if it is an exceptionally
busy time to lcok after weeds. The
time is nearing for making timothy
hay. Now that tbe timothy is in head,
a small area of from one-half acre to
an acre, may be picked out in the field
wherever it is the cleanest and headed
out the best. If Ox -Eye Doisy, Mus-
tard, Catch -fly or other noxious or com-
mon weeds are present, now is the
time to remove them before they go to
seed. The timothy seed is usually fit
to cut in Fall wheat and barley har-
vest. One of the best ways is to cut
in Fall wheat and barley harvest. One
of the best ways is to cut the stuble
high with a binder. It should not be
left until too ripe before cutting, as a
lot of the seed will shake out of the
heads and the birds will take quite a
toll when it shells easily. It may be
cut with a cradle or reaping machine
and bound by hand. In this case it
should be °cut when damp or dew.
After standing in the shock for a few
days it may be hauled in and stored.
If very ripe at the time of cutting it
may be hauled in almost immediately
after cutting. The threshing is usual-
ly done with the ordinary thresher. If
the seed be very ripe and dry when cut
a good deal of the hulls shell off. The
clover huller should never be used in
threshing timothy seed as it hulls it
too badly. Flail threshed timothy pro-
duces fancy show seed, and usually
brings the fancy prices.
For soreness of the muscles, whether
induced by violent exec.:ise or injury,
there is nothing better than Chamber-
lain's Liniment. This liniment also
relieves rheumatic pains. For sale, by
all dealers.
.t •
ir >u• vnn:s weri a:'..;tel in the
southern section of Philadelphia recent-
ly, follcwiug demonstrations before
butcher shops which had increased the
price of meats. Women at a mass -
meeting the other night decided toboy-
cott the butcher shops in an attempt to
force down prices and the demonstra-
tion next day spread over all the south-
ern part of the city. The women en-
tered the shops and sprinkled kerosene
over the meats.
Children Cry
FOR FLETCHER'S
CASTORIA
New York City is consuming one-
third less meat than it did last Febru-
ruary. Fifteen per cent, of the butch-
er shops in the cityhave dosedwithin
t
two months. These are the state-
ments of butcher", wholesale and re-
tail, in various parts of the city. One
year ago retail dealers were paying 10
cents a pound for the whole beef. To-
dayt e aro paying 13.
This is the
greatest rise in any one year in the his-
tory of the trade. Men who have been
in the meat business forty years in
New York city recall nothing like it.
Consumption has fallen off one-third
and butcher shops
e closingg all over
the city, no longer able to make a living
because the rise in price is placing
meat beyond the power of the consum-
ers to buyers to buy.
Children Cry
FOR FLETCHER'S
C ;ell. S `T' O R i A.