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The Wingham Times, 1913-08-21, Page 7The Siege of the Seven Suitors By MEREDITH NiCHOLSON Copyright. 1910. by Meredith Nichoisom through fire Thole buituess. But to save the feelings of the rest of them, who went to England till it was all over. be changed his name. There's no mention of him in the war records any- where. I've had experts working on it, but they, can't find any trace of him. He was greatly embittered by the es- traugeweut from bis people, and though he had a form in this very neighbor- hood somewhere—I've thought some time I'd look It up and try to get hold of !t—he never mentioned his military experiences even to his own children. Usually ?1iss Hollister changes front if you give her time. I've heard her say that we'd have been better off if we'd •never broken with England, but she persists in prodding that weak place in my armor." "From what you say Cecilia pas not repelled you. On the other hand, she bas frankly given yon to understand that you [oust not press your suit at this time for reasons she sees fit to withhold. A little more patience, a little calm deliberation and less vio- lent language, and in due course the girl is yours. Now, what do you fan- ,ey is the cause of Cecilia's abrupt change of uttitude?" He refused to meet my eyes, but • turned away as though to couceal an embarrassment whose cause I could not surmise. When he spoke it was in .a voice husky with emotion. ".1st I a cad? Sm 1 beneath the contempt of decent people?" "It's possible, Wiggy, that yon are. •Go on with it." "\Veil, yon know," he began ditl- •deutly, "Ceeilla has n sister." I grinned. but bis scowl brought me to myself again. "Yes. And her name is Hezeldah. The name pleases rue." "She was with Miss Octavio in her gallop over Europe, so 1 saw a good deal of her necessarily. She is young- er than Cecilia. She's a good deal of a kid—that sort that never grows up, you. know." r/at "Just like her Aunt Octavia." "Bah! Don't mention that woman. Hezekiah is a very pretty girl, and L suppose—well, when you are thrown with a girl that way, seeing her con• stantly"— I clapped my hand on his knee as the light began to dawn upon me. "You old rascal! Yon don't need to add a single word. I dare say you are guilty. I can see it in your eye. After waiting till you reached years of dis- cretion before beginning an attack upon womankind you began mowing Chem down in platoons. So they come running now that you've got a start.. Oh, Wiggyl And I believed you lin- mune! And you're trying to drive 'em tandem. "That, you shameless wretch, would be a sufficient reason for Miss Octavia's aloofness—your double faced dealing With her nieces. You confirm my im- pression. that she is a wise woman. And •Cecilia, I take it, may be deeply embarrassed by her sister's infatuation :for you. You certainly have made a tangle of things, you heart wrecker, you conscienceless deceiver! But where, may I ask, does this Hezekiah keep herself?" "Oh, she's with her father. They have a bungalow over the bills there; [leveret miles from Hopefield Manor." "Well, .l hope you are no.longer toy- ding with her affections. Of course you adon't see her any more?" "Well," he mumbled, "I did see her this morning. But I couldn't help its It was the merest chance. I uiet her In the road when I was out talking a walk. She's always turning up. She's the most unaccountable young person..'", Varicose Veins and Itching Piles Usually Arise From Same Cause— Helier on,ri ('alae Effected by Dr. Chase's Piot-sent, 'Nearly everyho.:y knows of Dr, Chase's Ointment as the most effective treatment f,e• riles or hemorrhoids that medl'a' •.•1en•'e hen 1 een able to compound. : o ;ouch see -In^,• • nd misery ,arises fr•:m thi• a"rrent that one it not 1.. i, 01E., • h:s friends when he has re -n(1 ii', rr•tna1 tone. This account- 'f - the (•'• rrt ors sales of Dr. Chase.: .',imine t. This letter t•' ; cf r 1°• f from the Bufferin- a f ' n: ' ••ems"..r t y the use of Dr. Cha:sr". a'intm'--t. \tune suffer from this trent le not knowing the comfort, to be obtained by the use Of this ~rent seething ointment. Mrs. It. .1, Evans, 1S2 Munro street, Toronto, writes: "We have used Dr. Chase's OI,atment for years. I have been troubled with varicose veins, and Rind it the •only thing that gives re- lief. For every purpose when a :soothing, healing ointment is needed there is nothing so good as Dr. Chase's •Ointment,' 60 cents a box, all dealers, or Edmanson, Batel & Co., Limited', Toronto, F (x1411 A h1 11 N N'S, A IGUNT 21 l;. ems. '11 • HEZEIC1AH 13e rose anis fung lip his at ms de. spairingly. It was much easier to laugh at Wiggins than to be angry at him, but I delivered the message which Ce= cilia hod intrusted to me, and this, I thought, might give him some comfort. -She told you to see ate?" "She certainly did. i confess that my message doesn't seem luminous, but I have a feeling that she meant to be kind. It may be that she is giv- ing you time to disentangle yourself from the delectable 1lezeltiah's meshes, 1 enn't chug late. I merely convey in= formation. Hut answer honestly if you run, has Crehlia ever refused you?" "No." he replied grimly; "she's never given Inc the chance!" CHAPTER VII. _ " 1 Meet Hezekiah. IGGINS asked me to lunch- eon, and on the way back to the inn, after inquiring my plans for returning to town, he proposed that I delay my departure until the following day. What he wanted, and he put it bluntly, was a friend at court, and as I had seeming- ly satisfied him of my entire good faith and of my devotion to his interests he begged that I prolong my stay In Miss Hollister's house, giving as my excuse the condition of the chimneys of Hope - field. Manor. He brushed aside my plea. of other engagements and appeal- ed to our old friendship. He was tak- ing ak ing his troubles bard, and I felt that be Jeally needed counsel and support In the involved state of bis affairs. I did not see how my continued pres- ence under Miss Hollister's roof could materially assist him, and the thought of remaining there when there was no work to be done was repugnant to my sense of professional honor, but he was so persistent that I finally yielded. While we ate luncheon I sought by every means to divert his thoughts to other channels. After we were seated in the dining room four other men fol- lowed, exercising considerable care in placing themselves as far from one an- other as possible. A few momenta. lat- er a motor bummed into the driveway, and we heard its owner ordering his chauffeur to return to town and hold himself subject to telephone call. This latest arrival appeared shortly in the dining room and, surveying the rest of us with a disdainful air, sought a ta- ble in the remotest corner of the room. Others appeared, until eight in .all had entered. The presence of these men at this hour, their air of aloofness and the care they exercised in isolating themselves interested me. They ap- peared to be gentlemen. They were, Indeed, suggestive of the ampler met- ropolitan world, and one of them was unmistakably a foreigner. While Wiggins appeared to Ignore them, 1 was conscious that he reviewed the successive arrivals with every manifestation of contempt One of these glum gentlemen seemed familiar. I could not at once recall him, but something in his manner teased my memory for a moment before 1 placed him.. Then it dawned upon me that he was the third man I had met in the field overhanging the garden niter my eavesdropping experience the day before. 1 thought it as well, however, not to mention this tact. or to speak of the loan I had seen so grimly posted 1n the midst or the corntield, 1 was an observer, a looker on, :at liopelield, and my Immediate business was the col- lecting of information. "Will you kindly tell tire, Wiggy. who these strange gentlemen are and ,lust what has brought them here of this hour?" "1 know them—!they Are guests of tate Inn. Most of them trete more or less companions in our procession arrow Europe last summer. The one 111 the tarn stilt is ilendersou—yon must halve heard of him. '1 lie short dock chap of atrahilions PonuteIuIIO is John Stew- art flick, who pretends to be a philoso per. As for the others" - 11e dismissed theta with a jerk of the head. My wits struggled with his ex• planation. It is my, wish to reduce in formation to plaint terms. "Are these gentlemen, then, your rt• vats for the hand of Miss Cecilia Hol- lister? It so, they are a solemn haunt of suitors, 1 must confess." "You have hit it, Ames. They are Suitors, assembled from all parts of the World." "Nice looking fellows, except the chap with the monocle, who has just ordered rather more liquor than a gen- ileman should at this hour.." "That is Lord Arrowood. I have feared at times that Miss Octavia fa- vored him." "Possibly, but not likely. But how long is this thing going to last? If you fellows are going to hang on here until Miss -Cecilia Hollister has chosen one of you for her husband I shud- der for your nerves. I imagine that any one of these gentlemen is likely to begin shooting across Ws plate at any minute. Such a situation would be- come intolerable very quickly if I were in the game and forced to lodge here." "I hope," replied Wiggins with beat, "that you don't imagine these fellows can crowd me out. I've paid for a month's lodging in advance, and if you will stand by me I'm going to win." "Spokep like a man, my dear Wig- gins! You may count on me to the sweet or bitter end, even if I pull down all the superb chimneys with which pepperton adorned that house up yon- der," He silently clasped my hand. A lit- tle later I telephoned from the inn to my office explaining my absence and instructing my assistant to visit sev- ere; pressing clients, and I instructed the valet at the Hare and Tortoise to send me a week's supply of linen and an odd suit or two. At about 3 o'clock I left Wiggins in first rate spirits and set out on my re- turn to Hopefield Manor. I made a wrong turn on leaving the Prescott Arms, and I came out pres- ently near Eatonah village. I got my bearings of a shopkeeper and started again for Hopefield Manor, but the midafternoon was warm, and the hills Were steep, and as Miss Hollister's ad- mirable cob showed signs of weariness, I drove into a fence corner and loosen• ed the mare's check. On a sunny slope several hundred yards above the high- way lay an orchard, advertised to the larcenous eye by the ruddiest of red apples. Not in many years bad I rob- bed an orchard, and I felt irresistibly drawn toward the gnarled trees, which were still, in their old age, abundantly fruitful. I drew down a bough and plucked my first apple, tasted and found it good. At my palate's first responsive titillation something whizzed past my car, and, following the flight of the missile, I saw an apple of goodly size fall and roll away into the grass. I had imagined myself utterly alone, and even now as I looked guiltily around no one was in sight The ap• ple had passed my ear swiftly and at an angle quite un -Newtonian. It had been fairly aimed at my head, and the law of gravitation did not account for it. As I continued my scrutiny of the landscape I was addressed by a voice whose accents were not objurgatory. Rather, the tone was good natured and indulgent if not indeed a trifle patronizing. The words were these; Soup of the evening, beautiful soup! It was then that, lifting my eyes, I beheld, sitting lengthwise of the wall, with her feet drawn comfortably un- der her, a girl in a white sweater, bareheaded, munching an apple. There was no question of identity. It was the girl whose head behind the cash- ier's grill of the Asolando had inter- ested me on the occasion of my sec- ond visit to the tea room. In soliciting my attention by reciting a line of verse she had merely followed the rule of the tea room in like circum- stances. The casting of the apple at my bead possessed the virtue of nov- elty. While I tried to think of some- thing to say I pecked at my own ap- ple, but kept an eye on her. She con- cluded her repast calmly and flung away the core. "I mentioned soup," she remarked. "The courses are mixed. We have partaken of fruit Are you fish, flesh, fowl or good red herring?" "Daughter of Eve, I will be any- thing you like. I'm obliged for the ap- ple, and I apologize for having enter- ed Eden uninvited." "It's not my Eden. Nobody invited me. Butit's sno not too much to say that these apples are grand." " I'm glad we're both in the same boat I'm a trespasser myself. I don't even know the name of the owner. But if you have had only one apple two more are coming to you if you fol- low Atalaota's precedent" "I don't follow precedents, and I've forgotten the name of the boy who threw the apples in the race. It doesn't matter, though. Nothing mat- ters very much." Her bands clasped her knees. Her skirt was short, and I was conscioug that she wore tan shoes. She con- tinued to regard me with lazy curi- osity. She seemed younger than at the Asolando. Not more than eight- een times had apples reddened on the bough in her lifetime. She was even slenderer and more youthful in her sweater than in the snowy vegtments Of the Asolando. Her hair, which in the glow of the lamp at Asolando cash desk had been golden, was today bur - ebbed copper and was brushed straight back from her forehead and tied with a black ribbon. "I quite agree with your philosophy. Nothing Is of great importance." "So it's not your orchard?' she asked. "The thought flatters me. I own no lands nor ships at sea. I'm a chim- ney doctor, and if necessary I'll apolo- gize for it" "You needn't submit testimonials. I take the swallows out of my own chimneys." "That requires a deft band, and I'm sure' you're 2onsiderate of the swel- lows." "You may come tip here and sit on the wall if you care to. Y saw you driving in a trap. 1 hope your hbl'he isn't afraid of motors. Motors speed scandalously on that road." "I am not in the least vrorried about my horse. It's borrowed. As you re - Marked, this is a nice orchard. T like t here," TE WORDS Lawyer Received S10,000 For "Stop! Look! Listen!" By .HOLLAND. W(.1111 IS are wonderful things A ('hirago pub. Usher riisplfys In bis win- dow, the legend. "Words are the euiy things that live for- ever." A to wyer was once asked by the president of a railroad to suggest n sign that could be posted at railroad crossings— something that would pre- vent accidents and would also be effective in defending damage sults when accidents occurred. He suggested the three words, "Stop! Look! Listen!" He received a fee of $10,000, and his suggestion was worth it because those words, post- ed at grade crossings, pre- vented many accidents. Do you believe in signs? And do you obey them when you see them? Do you stop, look and listen? You ought to, because by watching these warnings as they appear in our advertising columns you can AVOID BEING SWINDLED BY SUBSTITUTES. Every advertisement Is a warning sign. It suggests that you stop, look and listen before proceeding. In other words, investigate and there- by avoid the shoddy, the im- pure, the worthless. "If you are going to be silly you will find me little inclined to nonsense." "Shall we talk of the Asolando? I haven't been back since I saw you . there, and yet—let me see, isn't this your clay there?" She seemed greatly amnsed, and her laughter rose with a fountain- like spontaneity and fell, a splash of musical sound, on the mellow air of the orchard. She had changed her po- sition as I joined her, sitting erect and kicking her heels lazily against the wall. "Mr. Chimney Man, something terri- ble happened just after you left that I afternoon. l was bounced, fired—I lost toy job." "Incredible! I'm sure it was not for any good cause. I can testify that you were a model of attention—you were surpassingly discreet. You repelled me in the most delicate manner wben I Intimated that I should come often on the days that you made the change." "The sad part of it was that that was not only my last day, but my first! I had never been there before, except for a nibble now and then wben I was in town. But I couldn't stand it. It was like being in jail—in fact, I think jail would be preferable. But I'm glad I spent that one day there. They dis- pensed with my company because i re- marked to one of the silly girls who are making the Asolando their lifework that I thought the English pre-Ra- phaelites bad carried the dish face rather too far. The girl to whom i ut- tered this heresy was so shocked she dropped a teacup—you know bow brit- tle everything is in there—and I came home. You were really the only ad- venture I got out of my day there. And I didn't find you entirely satisfa- tory." "Thank you, Francesca, for these confidences. And having lost your po- sition you are now free to roam the hills and dream onrch. .11 o 'tri walls. Your scheme of life is to my liking. I can see with half an eye that you were born for the omen and that the_ wvalle. LITTLE BOY WAS SO StCii Did Not Think He Could Leve. CHOLERA iNFANTUM WAS THE CAUSE'. This trouble is the most dangerous of all the summer complaints of children. It begins with a profuse diarrltcea, the stomach becomes irritated, and the child is soon reduced to great languor and prostration. Cholera Infantum can be speedily cured by the use of DR. FOWLER's EX- TRACT OC WILD STRAWBERRY. MRS. JOHN PooTE, Hantsport, N.S., .vritcs: "I can recomnicnd DR. FOWLER'S ?:.?-TRACT or WILD STRAWBERRY for Cholera Infantum. My little boy was :o sick, I did not think lie could live, as he was out of his mind, and did not know my one. I gave him "Da. FowLi;R's," ted the first dose helped him, and one oottle cured !aim. I reconnnended it to z friend whose children were sick, and it cured them too." DR. 1 owLi3R's ExTRACT or• WILD ai'RAwnrgnv is a remedy that has been m the market for over sixty-five years .nd has been used in thousands of fain - lies during these years, so you are not nakiug any experiment when you buy t, but be sure and get "DR. FOWLER's" vhen you ask for it, as there are many ntitations of this to mous remedy on the narket. The price is 35c., and it is manufactured only by the T. Milburn Co., Limited, Toronto, Out. of no prison house cru ever !IC -ad -TT again." She nodded a dreamy acquiesence. Then she turned two very brown eye full upon ate and demanded; "What is your name, please?" I mentioned it, "And you doctor chimneys? Tha sounds very amusing," "I'm glad you like It. Most people think it absurd." "What are you doing here? There' not a chinmey in sight." "Oh. 1 have a commission in th neighborhood, Iiopetiekl. Manor. Yo may have heard of Miss Hollister' pia. e. "Of course, every one knows of her.' "Aid note that I think of it, it wa site shout whole you asked in the Aso laugh, that afternoon. You wanted t know what ,he said about the tea i•UOII1. '•1 ren"vnber perfectly." She was 1111111 101' a moment, then she threw back her head and laughed that rare laugh of hers. "You might let the into the joke." "It wouldn't mean anything to you. I have at lot of private jokes that are for my own consumptiuu." "Your way of laughing is adorable. I hope to hear more of it. In the Aso- lando you repulsed ine in a manner that won my admiration, but I venture to say now that, 11 you roam these pastures, ! am the grass beneath your feet, and if yonder tuneful water be sacred to you I sit beside the brook to learn its song." "You talk well, sir, but from your tone I fear you can't forget that we met first in the Asolando. That clay of my life is past, and I ant by no means what you might call an Asolan• ded. I don't seem to impress you with that fact. I'm a'hunaaul being, not to be picked like as red apple. or trampled upon like grass, or listened to as though i were a foolish little brook. I'm great- ly given to the highway, and 1 prefer ; macadam. 1 like asphalt pavements, too. for the matter of that. 1 should ! love a motor, but Welting the coin I pedal a bicycle. My wheel lies down there in the bushes, You see. Air. Chimney Man, 1 am a plain spoken person and have no intention of deceiv- ing you. My name was Francesca for one day only. It may interest you to know that my real name Is Hezelliah." "Hezekiab! Then you are Cecilla's sister and Miss Hollister's niece?" ::AAnd you live"— "Over there somewhere beyond that ridge." And she waved her hand vaguely toward the village and laugh- ed again, "Pray tell me what this particular joke Sa. It matt. be t:u.arensr•ly fun- ny," I nrgeal, strugg1't,g with these new facts. "Ob, it's Aunt Octavia 1 She will be the death of me yet. You know the girl who waited on Aunt Wavle that afternoon took all that artistic non- sense as seriously as a funeral, and she told me after you left, with the great- est horror, that Aunt Octavia had asked for a cocktail." That laugh rip- pled off again to carry joy along the planet trails above us. "But you know," she resumed, '"that Aunt Oc- tavia never drank a cocktail in her life and wouldn't She doesn't know a' cocktail from soothing sirup. She pines for adventures. Site is just like a boarding school girl who has read her first romance of the young American engineer in a South American repub- lic shooting the insurgents full of tortillas and marrying the president's dark eyed daughter. She reads pirate books and is crazy about buried chests and pieces of eight. And they say I'm just like her. She is the most perfect- ly killing person in the world." Heze- kiab laughed again. a` t s e u s s 0 CHAPTER VIII. Nine Silk Hats Cross a Stile. 0 this was the child whose devo- tion had rendered Wiggins so u thesister miserable and st f o s whom Cecilia Hollister and her aunt bad spoken so strangely. I had not suspected it She was as unlike Cecilia as possible, and the difference lay in her independent spirit and bub- bling humor. She jumped down from the wall, shook three apples from a tree and sustained them in the air with the deftness and certainty of practiced jugglery. Her absorption was complete, and when she wearied of this sport she hung the apples away, one after the other, with a boy's free swing of the arm. Mer- rick would have delighted in her, Dob- son would have spun her bright hair into a roudeau, but only Aldrich, with a twinkle in his eye, could have brought her up to date in a dozen chiming coup- lets. She had gone on up to the crest of the orchard and stood clearly limned against the sky, her hands thrust into the pockets of her sweater. She ap- peared to be intent upon something that lay beyond and half turned her head and summoned me by whistling. 1 liked this better than the quotation method of address. It was a clear, shrill pipe, that whistle, and she em- phasized it further by a peremptory ware of her arm, When 1 stood beside her 1 was surprised to 8nd that the site commanded a wide area, including the unmistakable roofs and chimneys of Hopefield Manor, half a mile distant. "You will see something funny down there in a minute. 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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 Bowelss assimilates tate Food, giving healthy and natural sleep. Tho Children's Panacea—The Mother's Friend. GENUINE CASTO R iA ALWAYS Bears the Signature of 1 Tlie Kind You Have Always Bou J In Use For Over 30 Years 'THE CENTAUR COMPANY, 77 MURRAY STREET, NEW YORK CITY, My eyes discovered the stile. It was set in :a wall that was, she told me, the buundnry dividing 1.1opetield Manor from another estate neater our posi- tion Suddenly a silk hat bobbed in the oath beyond the stile. It rose as its owner mounted the steps, it paused an Instant when the top of the stile was reached, thea gtnekly descended and carte toward us, a bia(1: blot above a black coat. 1 was about to ask her the meaning of this apparition when a second sill: stat bobbed in the path and then rose like its predecessor, descend- ing and keeping on its way until hid- den frotu our sight by shrubbery. A third, fourth. fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth and ninth followed. Niue gen- tlemen In silk bats crossing a stile in a lonely pasture between woodlands; so much was plain to the eye from our vantage ground. But 1 groped blindly for au explanation of this spectacle. The bobbing hats and dark coats sug- gested uegested wanderers from some dark Phi - trillion cave, bent upon mischief to the tipper world. Their step was jaunty— they moved as though drilled to the same cadence. We waited a moment, expecting that another figure might join the strange procession, but nine was the correct count. 1 looked down to find fleze- klah checking them off on the fingers of her slim brown band. "Has there been a funeral, and are they the returning pall bearers?" I in- quired, "Not yet," she replied. Her face showed amusement The twitching of her lips encouraged hope that another of those delightful laughs was imminent. She said: "Those are Cecilia's suitors. They have been to Aunt Octavia's to tea. They're staying at the Prescott Arms probably." "They're terribly formal. I can't get rid of the impression of somberness created by those fellows. You'd hard- ly expect them to tramp cross country in those duds. Such grandeur should go on wheels." "Oh, they are afraid of Aunt Octa- via. She won't allow a motor on her grounds, and I suppose they're afraid they might break some other rule if they went on any kind of wheels. She's rather exacting, you know, my Aunt Octavia." "I was at the Prescott for luncheon today, and I must have seen these gentlemen there." "Ob, you were at the Prescott?" Almost for the first time her manner betrayed surprise, but mischief danced in the brown eyes. With Wiggins' confession as to the havoc he had played with Hezeklab's confiding heart fresh in my memory, I felt a delicacy about telling her that it was to see Wiggins that I had visited the inn. But to my surprise she introduced the subject of Wiggins immediately and with laughter struggling for one of those fountain -like splashes that were so beguiling. "Oh, Wiggy is staying there! Do you know Wiggy?" "Know Wiggy, Hezekiah? I know no man better." "Wiggy Is no end of fun, isn't he? I've heard him speak of you. Yon are his friend the chimney man. He was the last mau over the stile. Did you notice that ho lingered a moment long- er at the top than the others? From bis being the ninth man I imagine that he was the last to leave the house, and he probably felt that this set him apart from the others. Wiggy is nothing if not shy and retiring." A heartbroken, lovelorn girl did not speak here. She whistled softly to herself as we descended. The alt was cooling rapidly, and the west was hung In scarlet and purple and gold. The horse neigfied in the road below; and I knewythat I must be on my Way to the 1 Nine Gentlemen in Silk Hats Crossing a Stile, Manor. "Hezekiah," I said when 1 bad drawn her bicycle from its biding place, 'you'd better leave your wheel here and let me drive yon home. It's late, and there's frost in the air, I im- ngine it's some distance to your house." "Thank you, Mr. Chimney Man; It is much farther to Aunt Octavia's. But Il mei to th s.W t ha do you think of Wiggy's chances?" "Of winning your sister? I should say from my knowledge of Wiggins that he is a man ninth given to stay - Ing lu a game once the cards are shuf- fled." "Then you think he knows the game?" There seemed to be something be- neath the surface meaning of her words, but 1 answered: "Wiggy's affairs have been few, and, while he may not know the game in ill its intricacies, he bas a shrewd if -other slow mind. and, besides, he hag risked lay help 111 the matter." "Ono of these; speak for•yourself- 1,70 BE CONTINUEP.] HER BLOOD WAS TURNED TO WATER. She Doctored For Three Yeats But Was Finally Cured Ely Milblersa's Heart and Nerve Pills. MRS, JOSEPH SMITH, Ilex 25, Creel - man, Sask., writes:—"I write you these few lines hoping they will be a help to someone suffering from heart and nerve trouble. I doctored for three years but continued to get worse. I tried three different doctors, and got no relief, and tried all the drugs I could find but .il failed. I became very weak, and my blood was turned to water. 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