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Home My WebLink AboutThe Brussels Post, 1907-8-29, Page 2104-0.4-0-P-0-4-04-04-o+,04-0-4-o-e-ce4-0-1-0$04-04-04-04-0+-eveeeei, Ip L.4 OR, A SAD LIFE STORY ..........•••.••• Jam* 410+0+04 o+o+0-4-0+0+0+0+9:0-4-04-o+o±o+o-1-0+04-0±0+0+ CHAPTER XXXIX.--(emenued). vulsed by laughter. The porch of tho °nee again limy kneel on either side hotel -move whilewesh and pilaasttelieisas - el the prone figure. ljew &se -nay memory met reasrim, 101,!(:pe-tl I deed „tee how. eee.reeeeteely long it stentigout in glo ailiel i s y likethe' per - looks; Once agate he soos that blood- tale or sue 1 a p Imo as wo bee in smear on her raise. It Is just above her vision, when Omdimple, end sten& inn in ghastly "Good dreams possess our fancy." incongruity over that little pitfall en love ani laughter, !tow passionately ho "I can't have ye.1 talking strh non - Weems that he might ask her to go and sense," says Jim, in an exeeedingly kind wash it off ! If he did she would nOL11.1A t 70 110,, Very Steady Voieh, fee his own hear hint. She has no oars leftno c.,,yes, fei.ling, „„ aIuraht , e.), earviowed 1 and on no sense, save for that livid face, thinking over the scene afterwards, he eplasinel with the water which has not cannot swear that, at this point, he did ' hrought, him back to life, and with the nol pass a most brotherly Ural for one red drops still slowly Miekling from the meanest round the poor Ilttle heaving wound on his brow, and which have seeemee, wile% is ellithing almost tts . stained here and there the damp ten- much es the paltintree's shadow. "Ile drils of his hair -for that livid face and le, not going to die; he is not thinking ler the iltieeid handswheal she etihs he- of dying, Nobody has killed him-leust Leven her own wile an ever more keel- of all you." .fied energy, as he still gives no sign 01 She makes him no answer, nor lifts returning conseiousness. Mr stricken head, over which he looks By -and -bye he is taken out nr her eW.1.• Ma, while the ghostly mirth shakes the tody. She IA tobbed even of the Wretch- landscape; at his wit's end, in search ste. eatisfeetion of chafing Ms poor sense. of consola‘lon. Below waves a sea of less fingers. On the arrival of the doe- feliage, out of whieh the strongelfin tor he is carriel off, and laid upon the light has stolen all the color. From that bed lhat has been made reedy Inc hinl. colorless dark ocean rises far away to She follows them miserably " theY the right the dazzling Wele snowy dome bear him staggeringly across the hall -a of a mosque, showing like a transfigured powerfully -built young num of over six mushroom ; and dawn below the sound - feet high, in the perfect inertness of ing bay is seen laying its foaming lips syncope, he no light weight -and looks in white glory on the land. hungrily over the threshold of tho bed - Dr. Stephens reels sure that he must room; but when she attempts to cross it ins puts her gently back. have had a sunstroke. You know that Pho has been in the East. He was a "No, dear, no he says. (He. is al- month in Cairo ; the sun has greet most sure afterwards that for that once power there even m winter, and Ile is In his life lie calls. her "dear.") "You sire have exposed himself recklessly. had better not We think ho is coming lie was on his way home -had got as round, and if you are the first person he . ut as Paris, It seems -when he acct. - sees whe.n he comes to himself, it might dentate, heard that you were here. be bad for him -might hurt him. You since then, no doubt, he has neither Would not hurt -him, would you?" eaten nor slept; so you see how liLLle "No, I would not hurt him." she an- -- ou are to Manm. emu know that I told SWerS slowly. And so turns in her utter od you how d he was before you even tractableness, and goes away meekly saw him. Do not you rememner -try- without a word. ing to recall every circumstance that • • • • * may tend to reassure her -"I warned It is evening again now, almost the you that you would have to be careful same hour at which Jim and Elizabeth what you said to him?" were beheading photographs twenty- His words .have a very different effect four hours ago. Twenty-four hourst It Mom that intended by him. feels more like twenty-four years. This .01that is why I cannot, forgive me - is what he says M himself on as he ce • " - self 1 says she, with what sounds el- even opens the door of the Le Mar- most like a cry of physical pain. "You - chant's apartmene It is the first time did warn me ' • I had no excu.se. In his a couple of mouthfof food, during the whole day, except to snatch state I oughtnever-it was murdering uls that he " has lert Byng's side; and 11. isonly due him to tell hlm-- t . to the fact that Mrs. Le Merchant is sup - She breaks off. To ell him what? plying his place, and has sent him Cal a Bas bites his lips hard to hinder him- mosages to her daughter, that he has sell from putting this question, as he quitted his post. He knows that she has again, in mercy to her, looks away from e went to do him a kindness in despatch- her out into the night. ing him upon thls errand; but he is The moon has swum over the house- top by now ; but one ean see her bande 3101 SUM "Ala ie one. Ellzabere is not in the salon, but tbe work as plainly as ever in the broad screen thrt masks the door seearating argent fringe, like the border of a that morn Mom the Mlle 0 100110 1,.;03.0M1 cloak that marks where the waves are is folded back. Over the doorway is a breaking on the beach. hanging of Eastern embroidery -as to One often talks of a tango without the meme jig of the strange gold scrolls may meaning that there is much like- ned look like Arab letters on \\Those red ness to one; but to -night the moon - ground Elizabeth and he have often washed breakers really do wear that as - idly speaulated. He pushes it aside, and Peet -a fringe of silver with long silver sees tier standing with her back to- tags and ends. wards hienthe flimsy muslin window- "But I was se deceived," she cOntLn- curtahvu drawn back as she looks out ties,' with that wail still in her voice; tet the night. The alcove is on ordinary "he was not violent. After What you 'necasieet seareely ever necupled, and have told me. I expectied him to be vie - there is something uneasy and encom- lent but Ile was not; he was quite Portable that metehes the wretchedness gentle, and quiet, and be did beg so -of her other circumstances in finding hard, and I was so glad to see him her eseeeling there alone and idle. again, that I felt I was giving in -that ' The einteente have long finished their 1 shrould give way altogether if I did raging, and fallen to boisterous play. not Mil him -tell him at once, without It has been a fine day, and though the ghIng myself time to think; and so sUn has long Mid down his sceptre., he did" -growing very breathless and in-. ins passed 11 on with scarcely dimin- coherent -"and in a setond;. and then Ished, though altered, radiance to his all in a minutes, without any warning, while imitator. It Ls broad moonlight- just as if I had shot him through the etintlingly broad. The moms hangs head, he went down with a crash. I -overhead, with never a cloudecerchief did not see it-, for I was not looking at about her great disk. The winds that, him. I could net bear to look at him loudly sporting, are up and abroad, while I told him.. I had both hands over have chased every vapor from tho sky, my face, and then -and then -I heard which is full of throbbing white stars, him fall 1" Eelnee he reaches Me side she has What can Jim say to her? Fear lest heard hint, end turned to meet him, any dastardly unchivalvous curiesity with a mixed hunger Sod pitiful hope rimy stein to pierce through whatever le her wan ram. She thinks that be sympathetic question he might put to hes come to fetch her. He meet kill her keeps him dumb and stteedly star- tled poor hope, and the quicklier the ing at, the bowing ironically merry more mercifully. palm. "Nies. Le eittrehent sent me. I came "And now" she goes. on lifting her to HI you thal ho hes recovoved eon- face, ane he is shocked to sre how livid seinueness. You see, you were wrong" it is in the moonlight, "he will go out -with an attempt ei a renesuring smile of the- world thinking see much worse -"he is not deed, after all. lie is con- than I really ani, for I had no time to seious; ileit is to say, he is not insm- tell him all. Ho heard only the bare sible; but I am afraid be is not quite fact ; he did not hear what excuse I himself yel,, and you must net -must had -that I was not really so wicked as not mind -must not be frightened, I -as-he will die thinking me." mean-lf he begins to shout out and The sob with which she ends alarms bilk nonsense by -and -bye; the doctor him by ils kinship to a convulsion. says it, is what we must expecte' "1 do not know what to say to you," "And may I -mayn't I -.-will not you he says, desperately making a snatch at let me?" her two hands, as if by the violence of What a quivering voice the hope has, Ms grip he .could convey to her some - and yeL how alive it is ! However Mum- little portion of the deep compassion sily,•and with whatever bitter yearnings the bbs %ewelling up in Ms heart Mr her; over the pain he Ls causing her, ho must "1 am so much in the dare, No, no Rivet it on the head alInc's. ne I" with a return of that terror lest "Go to him ?-impossible I quite out of this ejacutheon should seem the out - the question I The .great object is to some of any inquisitivenees ; do not keep him perfectly quiet, and if once he want you to tell me auything 1 Whitt- eraight sight of yon----" is more, I will net esten to you if you elitit if he is not himeelf," interrupts atheript it; but what there is eat the she, With a peewee perlineeily, "he least manner of doubt about is that les \Armed not know mo, I could eot do Minting had no ;sort of reference to lihn rmy harm if he did no1 know me, whet you said to him : he would have and I might do somelleng-oh, ever fainted whatever you Ind said M tem, sueb a little thing, Inc him! If you knew ye if you had wild nothing et ell. Ile Whet it was to etend hero and do no- was ns ;mid tee a Meter when be went thing -do nothing Indeed !"--witit a in to you, It Is all pert of the same aange of tone to one of lionized mile thing-ovee-fallgue, -elinstroke. ind he reprotieli ;-"have not, 1 done enough is not going to (11.5"---w1th a hurried trip -elviindy 1 Ole would anyone have be- beck le Ids former retrain or consolation 'Revert that it would be 1 that should --"he is not thinking of it; I promise •kill him I" ' you, I give you my word of boner"- . She turns beck to the Window agnin, beenintlig peteeetly Thveekleee and coin. end &elms her forehead with violence pletelp151111'insensale•-•at, he shall notert egainst tile rearm - 'Outside the tell 13111 she is leo strangled wigs sobe te • dale-pnlm Shaken throtigh all its melte any rejninthee plumes by the teed breeze; it is sway- "Ile shall lime the, hest. ot nutting," ing ansI weving end hewleg, end not gone on eine "1 Mee telemuleted tor 11 lose is Its seid *Widow cut entt by the nurse le .N.icc. .11ow astonishing 11 is inoonslene'sekeen teethe en thetereeees that In e Plates .of this bize you cannot Wavering, end Weikel/el nee as 11 eon - gat a decent sick ranee I I hoped we might have caught the ono who nursed General Smith before---" 1 fe skips alevuptly, with a too lardy retiolleetkal that the ellusion is not a happy one, since the General died two days. ago. Unfortunately, else also re- members, as Is evielemed by the strong shudder that ptleeee over her. "lf be died, will he be buried in that deep narrow, red grave that they showed us in the Protestant einnotevei end which they said that they always kepb oPen for English vleitors? If he dies 1 11 151' Wes I Ole If I could but have told Mtn 1 if he would but have wailed fer ne) lo tell him how it really was'!" CHAPTER XL Though "February Fill -dyke" was rime' and nuelieve tater to her name than Iles year, und In Algiers -coming laden with wet Mites to make the green Suttee if possible, greener than it was before; yet the inhabitants of the Grand Hotel do not again, for a matter or three weeks, relieve their ennui or let off their energies in far Mom Dumb Cram - be, Or Mud charatio. The voice of the Lattledore i silent in the entrance -hall, and the shuttlecock eleeps. M. Mutant las senteely had to do more than 111015- 11011 ids request that they would lay eside theftmore noisy pastinwe for they are, most of them, rather good- natured peesons than otherwise, since, itideed, it Is quite as 'uncommon to be very ill-natured as to be very selfless, 01. very foolish, or very wise. Those of them who have 'been fortunate enougli to be present at the catastrophe havo carried away such a moving imago of a wounded Adonis, apparently several yerds long, stretched upon Mrs. Le Merchant's Persian carpet, that they have infected those Is happy persons who know of Min only by heavsay with a compassionate interest scarcely Inter- im' 10 their own. The only person in the hotel who makes much noise is poor Flying him- self, and for awhile ho fills it with cla- mor enough to furnish two ov three of those bump suppers of whieh, not so long ago, he was a conspicuous orna- ment. There had never, even when he was in Ms wits, been much disgeiso as to the state of his feelings; now that he is out ot them, the whole house rings with Ms 'frantic callings upon the name of Elieabeth, uttered in every key of rage, eepostulation, tenderness, and appeal. These cries reach Elizabeth hereelf as she sits cowering in that one of the little suite of rooms which is nearest the door of entrance -sits there cowering, and yet with the door, through which those dreadful sounds penetrate to her, ajar, in order the better to hear them -cow- ering, tiled for Several days alone. Owing to various accidents, similar in their resulLs, though differing in oban actor. almost a week elapses from the Wet breaking out of Byng's malady be- fore the arrival of either the hospital nurse or of Mrs. Brag. When the lat- ter event occurs, Mrs. Le Merchant re- tires from her post at the sick man's bedside with the same unostentatious mailer -of -redness with which she had asseimed it, and Elizabeth is no longer alone. But to set against this advan- tage is the counterbalancing evil that, after the arrival of Byng's mother, she can no longer steal out, as she had be- fore done a hundved Limes a day, to his door, to glean fragments of tidings from any outcome thence. She Is nevev able to repeat those little surreptitious ex- cursions after that occaston when Mrs. Byng, corning suddenly out upon her, passe.% her with such speaking, if silent, hostility and scorn in her tired and grief-strict:en eyes, that the luckless spy slinks back sobbing to her own tender mother; and there Jim, flying out awhile after to carry them a crumb of reassurance, finds them, to his indig- nation, mingling their bitter tears. Whatever else his faults may be, Mr, Burgoyne is a man of his word; he certainly keeps his promise to Elizabeth that 13yng shall be well nursed. Ile keeps his other promise, too -though that is more by good luck than good management-ehat Byng shall not dle. Whether to hinder bis friend from being made a liar, or because he himself Is, loth to leave a world which he has found so pretty, cruel, and amusing, Byng does not die-Byng lives. By her 25t15 day February has dried her tenrs, though they still hang on her green lashes, and a great galleon of ft sun steers through a tremendous sea of blue. as Jiin persuades Eyng's mother to go out for her first delicious drive in that fresh and satin -soft air of the Al- gerian February, which matebes our Lest poets' May. He takes her along the Route des Aqueduques, that lovely route which runs high along the hillside among the villas above the town, so high as to be on a level with,the roofs of the lofty -standing Continental and Oriental Hotels, It Is a meet twisting road, which in curves and loops winds about, the head of narrow deep gorges, MI, of pale olive -trees, caroubers, ancl ilex. Below Iles the red -roofed while town. Slowly they trot past the cam- pagna of the "English Milor," "Ulf:plater Anglais," and many others, over whose high walls bougninvfillas light their now waning purple fires, and big bushes of flours de Mario stoop their nifitcy stars. Mrs, Byng's eyes, sunk and diminished by watching and weariness, have been lying resiftilly on the delightful spring seectaele-on the great yellow sorrels by lee wayside; she now turns them tear - brimmed to her companion, "1 could jump out of my skin 1" she says, shakily. "What a sun 1 what a see 1 and to think that, after all, we nave pulled him through." lines only answer Is a sympathetic pressure of the extremely well -fitting glove nearest tem. if Willy lutd died instead of lived, her gloves would have filled all the MVO. "But we are not oul. nr the wood yet," eonlinues she, with a shake of the head. "He is cured, or nearly cured, of one disease, but whet about the other?" "What ether?" inquires les obstinately stupid, and with somewhat of a heart - sinking at tee prospect re the engage- ment whirls he ,sees ahead of him. llow many °Neve the road makes I I( VMS 10 have been cut in plaices right through the' wet red rock, now over-. hung ity such a Torrent of vegeletion. At the head or one of the deep ekes that run ep from the sea they pause, and look down upon a second eeit or greenery Ilea %you'd men to belong to no inorith lose leafy than Juno. To Juno, ex), belong the minim and hum and slimmer triekle of running water at the ravine bottom. "I do not see why, ef he goes on as swimmingly as lie is -new doing," saye Mrs. Byng in a restless voice--"whe we should not get him off In a weak, even If he weee carried 075 board the boat." "A week? Is not that rather san- guine?" "I do not think so, the sooner the bet- lete; and during that weelc I should 11411 she could hardly make ahy at- tempt, to see Min," "Hies she shown any signs or making one hitherto?" (l° be continued). FIELD OF BANNOCKBURN SCOITISU WRITER RECALLS STORY OF STRUGGLE. le edition of King James' Death - The Fines( War Song Ever Written. And this. is Bannockburn- How familiar is the name, and what recol- lections of schooldays it bangs to mind. Here is Milestone! Half hidden, it lies under 0, strong Mon grating, It seems To shrink into earth, as if tlie stone that held the standard of -a King should Leneeforth shun the vulgar gaze, The Lion rampant Wes beside it, and the whole countryside recalls the story of the struggle. In Mout runs the Ban - noel: I3urn, and In the hollow weie two marshes, Milton Bog and Halbert Bog, where to -day a rich crop is waving in the breeze. 'The old man who comes letpling up the brae remembers when the last bog was drained, In the op- eration several stakes were turned up, and these eppearecl to have been used in the pits dug by -Bruce before the bat- Ve. Pieces of armor, too, have been found Mom time to time in the field there. The rising ground behind is the Clillies 11111, and yonder lies Coxet Hill, from which Bruce directed the battle. Two upright stones between St. Nin - fans and Stirling are said to mark the respective positions of Randolph. and Clifford during the engagement which took place on the evening before the be tele. GRAND AND AWFUL PICTURE. But look to the south. The flood- gates of the imagination are opened, and the grand and awful picture ap- pears, On that distant knoll beyond the stream stands the English King. Around hlin and In front are one hun- dred thousand armed men, and far be- yond etvetch many miles of wagons. Around the Bruce are Highlanders and Lowland Scots Marshalled to meet a common foe. The pits are dug, the ealthrenis scattered. King Robert rides GUI to see that all is ready, and hateng commanded his soldiers M arm, ad- dresses them in words which have been paraphrased by the Scottish bard in the fittest war song ever written. De Bohun has been killed, and Randolph hae recovered his lost rose. The Scot- tieh soldiers Ile in arms all night upon tee field, and at daybreak. as Edward sees the Abbot of enchaffrey-But why repeat the story? Every Scot knows it. Tho crowd from the GiWes Hill bas done its work end there is proud Edward. with five hundred chosen horse, fleeing before sixty mounted Soots. TRADITION OF KING'S DEATH, Over there is Ingram's Crook, ihere the woueded knight, Sir Ingram d'Uni- fraville, was taken prisoner; and here in front the fleece del3oletin was slain. It is not the battle alone that makes the place of historic interest. On the field, and close to the burn, stands King James' Cottage, or Beaton's Mill, where James III, was murdered while fleeing from the battlefield of Sauelne- burn. The great age of the house and tee thickness of its walls would seem to corroborate the tradition of its con- neetion with the King's death, ehe story Of the woman at the well, the frightened steed, the bruised elder, the stranger who announced himself a priest a.nd then stabbed the King to death is familiar to every reader ef Scottish history. Dot our thoughts are on a far-off event when a usurper was Mumbled. May the breeze that sweeps the field to- day bear wile it the -spiril of liberty to distant Soots, and wherever oppression's rod is ratsed may they hear the .stvains of an 'ancient battle march, and, hear- ing it, sing - "We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free." ANTS GUIDED BY S1G11T. Old Theory That They Cannot Sea De- molished by Experiments. , The old theory that ants could not see and 1.17Cre guided entirely by sense of smell hes been demolished by a seriesor experimenes reported in the Revue Scientitique. A little platform of cardboard was set up MIT one of their nests with inclined talcum leading conveniently down to the entrance. Teen a number of the insects and a quantity or tier eggs were placed upon the platform. FOr a few minutes the ants seemed greatly perturbed, but they very seen (mind the inclined plane and at once elarted =Tying Pm eggs down it to Me nest. A. second inclined plane was located en the opposite side of the platform, but they leek no notlee of it. The ex- perimenters then twisted the -platform emend so that the second plane point- ed to the nest entrance. \Veleta Imitation the ants ceased using the olcl Mane and took to the :new one. Showing conclusively, it is argued thet they were not, following trail by ecent but were getting their bearings by scene other sense. An electric light bleb was set ttp near one entrenee to the nest, It seemed In Mote en immediate ettreetlem for the ants, as they unanimously lewd the en - Imre on that side coming to nnd go- ing, from the next. Then it 11711$ 'chang- ed Oiler In the other side, causing great exeltemeet npperently among the M- meswhich ended intheir changing ever 10 the newly illeminaled way, .--1,-.- 13ad leek 'gas Use eeelieue for a lot of emor judgment. ...:•••••Z•11.4•43.4•••041.4,....4•16.•:. ya.•:•lb 40; • ; I file lilll 1 III 0 3'gillit1I0...1'''' 0 0 e, A N.,4:01...,;•144,;•‘..1.04.,,,I1Viv•;•11.•?¢•;••p,.....•12•40 "Help." The unnervIng, harrowing scream er a strong man, W110,00 strength and man - Mod have collapsed beneath ihe sudden sxtiNelsiwy. of snogionnedeadly reasom v, e over- iThe Thames looked placidly beautiful, A growing circle of wavelets swept slowly over its calm surface-swepi away as though shrinking in horror Mom the gruesome bubbles that came sputtering tip where the swimmer had sunk down like teed. A minute before Version Dale had stepped to admire the solitery swim- mer's strength and game, us he cut tslo‘ leirong,Is twilvaatienrs sfahbeoWas sea -creature, with a beautiful. side - Is streice. Vernon Dale bad passed on, for a nein hes ne time le lose when the wornan I tee daughter of the vector of a riverside parish., and bI was his first visit to her beloved country home. The quaint, short little eleeple of the church was In sight now -the church where, some day pia -saps, he and she would "Ilelpl" Dale started and loolced Nice. The swimmer lied disappeared, but a tiny whirlpool on the peaceful face 01 the river showed where the strong man had been forced to yield. "Cramp!" muttered Dale. And he ran swiftly back along the bank, wieh his eyes fixed on the surface 'of the watee, waren to see the man rise again, 'rho mole or wavelets was widening, atid scarcely a sign remained now of the nem who had roused his admiration 80 few minutes ago. Dale WaS a strong swimmer himself, fie flung off his coat and waistcoat, and WEIS tearing madly at his heavy walk- ing beets . . . . when he slopped, and seemed as if suddenly turned to stone. He had thought of Niaal The vision of the girl's face rose be- fore him, pure as an angel's, and sen - sieve -oh, there was no creature so sensitive In 111C wide world! Those lit - Ile lips that quivered with pain when he kissed her good-bye, the weak, white hands that clung to his so passionately when he had to leave her for a few short months, he saw teem, he felt thein, now! The lips were rent with wild prayers for Isis safety. the hands were clinging madly to his arm, hold- dinegatiihr buck 'from the gaping jaws A moment or two of Maddening inde- Cesion. .0h, if they only loved each other less -just a little lessl Had anyone been there to see, re would have thougbt Vernon Dale was a maniac. His face was haggled and a ghastly white, the eyes 41eaming and prominent -indeed, his mind was, for the time, unbalanced. If he went down, too, 'and did not rise again, 18 would kill Nina! "I can't do RI" Ile said hoarsely, es 11 tin the man whose life had been choked tind stilled eut of him somewhere down amongst the dank, loathesome weeds and slime, "I can't do it. I daren't risk 11. It might kill the woman I lover Mechanically, Dale put on his vest lacnnowi edeint again.. No one would ever "We will keep our secret well -we two!" he said in st horrible whisper, locking down as if he could see some- thing at the bottom of the calm river. Then he glanced Mistily right end len. Someone might have been watching ar- telEoall, a bend in the river there came a small boat, lightly and swiftly pro- pelled by a skilful oarsman. Somehow the sight of another human being brought Vernon Dale back to sanity - end to a terrible. crushing sense of the netted, live, undying horror of what he bed undergone. lie had been mad In bring stibh rel preach• upon himself -dishonor worse than dwell It was too litle to make amends now, but escape was still pos- sible. Swift es thought, he crashed through the hedge that bordered the Mink, end ran through the meadows., n the further side tulle he struck a road, elo one would ever know! An hour after, when Vernon Dale arrived, faint, sick, and pallid, at the ivy-covered rectory, he knew 114 be dared not keep his, terrible secret. Un- til that day his life had been clean, and he had been accounted an honorable man. He must tell someone, and that Very onot tell Nina, but he would sol, ee tel' her brother. eie had never met her brother, but according to Nina he was the noblest and most generous -hearted fellow breathing. And Nina was a pure - hearted. righentinded girl -surely her Idol, Claude, must be is decent fellowl lie would not judge him harshly be. causee-ror Nina had told Min so - Claude was bn 10V0 himself, and would understand. Nina met him, radiant with joy, at the door. There was something sad ane petrel about the girl's wondrous, Wail, sensitive hugely, Dale took her gently in his strong arms and thanked Heaven that he had not thrown his efe imit hers on the mercy of the creel, salieble "Why, Vevnon, bow cold you are - why? Whet Is the matter?" "Nailing, dear.. A little bit out Of sorts, that's all -and the joereey, you know, X hate railway travelling," "Poor boy. You Must come in and Mem sonlething to eat and a glass of wine. Father is out, 'and I arti all alone -exceet the' Servant, ot course," , He went with ehe girl, and she had, inver seemed so gentle, so kindly, so tvomanly, so lovable as now. Ile forced himself lo eat and clank for her sake. Ile forced hirnself la slullo end joke, with a strong, young man's last bitter outcry against death still ringing it nts .°11‘"s.."15 your brother in?" he asked her 4°cIEleo n., Vernon, HO Is .eie welleng, litil be will 130 in sOon, I am eo suve yeu and Claude will be veal, 'true Morels - oh, Vernon, something is lbe matter With you -tell see what it ise" HO burled his rano In lile hands, Ile was undergoing torture, for be knew getteeee0.0eeo.a.eleeKeee0teeteeeeleileeleo. eoUld not keep silence much longer. Nina wee on her knees beside WM. lie YOUNG Id' her sort hale Meets his hand, and bar 111.1110 tWille tIP01111Ll 11 IS. "Vernon, If there is anything on your mind, tell Me. No one ean help you as 1 can, for no one lines you as 1 dor eioceoacientseee,too "You are right, Nina," ee answered m 15 hoarse, broken voice. "I will tell you SONle GARDEN SeCRETS, FO LKS -I 1111181, s1e. ited. 1Ier eyes \vele fixed on les in minute agony. "As I was coming along the bank nn ipy win' here, there was a time swim. ming, I .puesed Min, and when I wits about a 'hundred yards 1110111 tem he agas7madd:ii:Y. a"lnIdllt-"1.1111.141,1411111 is 1101 all?" "How horabler she murmured with "No, Nina. I ran beck to the- place where he sank -but I did not try to save him. Don't despise me, Nina, bonus() it was for your sake. I was juti cis tha point of plunging in when I thought of you,. and of alt 1 run lo you -and then I couldiel, God forgive ine If I del wrong, intleit seemed -10 hie at the time that it was right." She rose to her feet and staggered In a chair, white as death. "If you had Wed!" she eaid, clenching her hands end looking al. Min wildly, "If voti had died ... 1 could have borne IL I should have known I had loved a brave mare" He sprang to her side, and took her in les arms. "Nina! Nina-" he cried passionately, "you cannot understand shat 11 cost be to do as I did. It would have been Cagier a thousand times to plunge in and die than to leave him es did. I am no coward, Ninal- I once need a boy front drowning -and" -he leu.ghed wildly -"I wen the Rope 1.111 - nettle Society's medal. Oh, Ninat met you see. that- I was trying, evert. if 1 Wade a Miserable mistake. to do what Was best .for youl" "les so horrible, that I can't think about it dearly at, all," she murmured. Her eyes were closed, and her lips were quivering with her awful menetal angu- tsh. "Can't you see, Nina, that it. wanted far mere courage. to dare dishonor 11. sall , . . . for your sake? No nien Welnd haVe gone to the rescue of a totel stranger under the circumstances. For- bgiuvt 1 1 e 1 wasfor aNlvIrolli\ez alinhatvUtisscuartitesreesa ytoz_, Able, horribly. I thought I was goleg nind this afternoon. I-I-haedly lcnew what I was doing. , . . Oh, Nina!" Ile talked rapidly, indistimitly, dis- tractedly, and clasped her limpform feverishly, as though lac rented 10 loee ter for ever. "Oh, my darling, my darling, you know 11 would have broken your heart if I had been drownedr he groaned. i;"ehis-Ls worse." she whispered. weak - "Have mercy on me, Nina!" he gasped, loosing Isis hold of her: She rose,and stood before him, look- ing ut him' with eyes that neither re- proached, pitied, nor pardoned him. She had completely regained herself, bet the shock had left her apathetic and utterly bewildered. "I do not know what to tithes.," she continued, speaking slowly and impas- sively. "But I know what I feel. I feel that you did wrong. I feel that you ehould not have been afraid to inflict great path even on me, if it were neees- He fell on his knees before her, and .stretched out two trembling bands. "Nina!" he cried miserably, "at least say you are Sorry for me -that you still :eve met" She was weeping now -weeping her very heart out. She spoke between sobs that shook her Irall body pfilubly. "Yes, oh, yes. I am bitterly sorry rot' yeti. It Is oneel-cruel for us both," In a few moments she grew °Winer, then he spoke again: "And you still love me?" h.e said, tak- ing her hand in his. A. shudder ran through her Mime. "I do net know!" she answered, el cannot judge you. I will Pot, lake it upon myself to judge you. Alen are so different from what veci women arc -and what we think them. But Claude is tt man. a brave and good man, and he is in love. He will undetelend it all better than I, end he will know whe- thee you did righl. or wrong. 11 Ise says . . lie- thinks you were light . • I , , I will My to feel that 1 ant mis- taken." He stretched cut les nrms to her In on agonyeof appeal, . -"Ansi will ivy 10 love you again." She flung herself (linen upon a sole, and gave way to an agony of weeping. "Oh, Claude! Chrucle!" she walled. "Very well.," said Vernon .grimly. 'I will abide by your brother's decision." A crunching of heavy feel, on the gravel walls beneath the Window, The subdued bum of hushed voices. Vernon sprang la the window in an agony of vague rear. "Whet is that? Who nre they.?" screamed Nina In a parexyism of hor- ror Ile didnot nnswer. He wns looking east at something a couple of men 11,15.0 slowly carrying up to .the house. Some- thing covered with a tarpaulin that they Levi= cm a stretcher, "Something Is heppened-I meet go rind see." He moved leeward to re• strnin hete.but she went out of the room. He stood there by himself, trembling violently in every nerve, a cold perspir- 0 11011 bursting from every pore. In hie agony he oiled aloud. Then he .evelit down to the hall. ite mulct tot keep himself nwn.y. On the fiber a mettle tody wns vesting an .n 'hurdle, end Nina was crouching beside it, bootleg hee, bends slowly upon her head, moaning meanwhile, "My Claude, nsl Clreple, my brother," And Vernon Delo leernt the The lifeless body of Nine's brother pro. claimed Min gutlly.-Penteon's Weekly, C N Those who are graining flesh and strength by regular treat- ment with Scott's Emulsion uld continue the eretitment In hot weather; smaller done and a lithe cool m lik with It wilt (10 avvay with any °Weapon which is attached to tatty pro- ducts during the heat -e°1 adaeon, feel fn. Free nampla, 5 DIM NM, Comilla, Tweets °matte, tj 8. Mill $r.on; all clragalgs, iinivaaimit9joriatiaikosiarbershoiyaimiwomerkokop Gveta found Alan lying Mee clown on IIs e bank of the lily pend. He was star- int- hard into the water. "What are you Molting for, Alan?" She asked, coming up behind Min end staving down, too. "Trying to see a tadpele Larn Into a frog," said Aloe. "You know they drop their Lulls off and LW% into regular frogs but 1 don't SP0 any spare tails lying around, and I've watched and watelted raid none of 111P111 6:31511101, their tells te-day." bud blossom," said Greta. "You know, "That's something Ilea watching a utonctbeyoilim:rdalt: iluslmalcsmir if it Were going to end wateh till yott almost go to sleep, end it doesn't intive a mite, then, if you eio elf and play for just a thy named, when you come back it's all bloesom- • ed out, But I guess, if you watched &waver, you'd never see a tadpoles tall drnp off, fur they don't drop off," "They do, too," sold Alan. "How -oleo 111 they get rid of them? When they're tadpoles they lave tails, RIM when they any 'frogs they. have noise, so they must drop 'en." "1 used to think so," silki Greta. "But Aunt Peggy, she goes lo college, ,•Ju knew, and she letumed there that they den'', lose then tails off -the tadpoles, I moan. They just grow shorter and eborter tPI they, desappeer inside the frog. I suppose it is something the way a turtle draws his head into his shell, only the turtle does II, often and quick- ly and the tadpole does 11 once slowly, and never pokes it out again. Aunt Peggy said the tall changed inside the frog, but I don't understand very well all about A." "When I grow up, I'm gotng to col- lege to and out for myself," said Alan, de Mill iinedly. "So am I," said Greta. Aunt egggy told me about a funny blacelish called the squid that Manufactured ink inside of himself, and When bus enemies r0 pursuing him lis Mc water, he just spills a lot cif the ink into the water so that the water gels all cloudy wed the enemy can't see the squid at all itent he es- capes." "He is a real smart fish, isn't he?" meld Alan. "Die your Aunt Peggy ever see one?" "Yes, and she saw the ink, too, and shit dipped a pen in it and wrote her mine and the date, and that 11 was written in squid ink. And 11 too must like any ink. If you'll come this Muse she'll show it to yeu." As the children were going to the home Alan said: "rltere's another thing I'd like to sec, and that's a snake crawling out or 1)18 skin. You know that snake's skin we felled In the bushes last summer. Well, I'd just like to have seen the snake crawl out of it." "We'll have to keep our eyes open," said Greta. • UNCOVERING EGYPT. Temple of Goddess - of Love is 4830 Years 0511. AL the King's College, England, re - • ender We auspices of the Egypt Exploration Fund, C. T. Currelly gave un account of the excavations at Deir- e t-Baltail, and described the progress of the year's work in =election with the discovery of ae eleventh dynasty temple 1,11 the vicinity of Deliele-Bahari, Mr Currelly said the original temple had been erected, and dediettled to the Geddess of Love. The shrine was built. II was calculated, about 2700 13, C., and it differed entirely from tee Greek Mee of worshipping temples. It wos erecLed for man and for man's glorification, anti it was pet up during a reign of tyranny in Egypt. The Egyp- tian had always been a 1110n who had been "dominated by is govenstng iustiu- eneo To -clay if the English Influence were withdrawn the Egyptian would soon revert to his original inactive con- dition. They would still flnd evidence el the prinlitive man there. As long as the Egyptian °yield be driven he-seqrn- css Ie be capable of almost anyllithg, bul when the pressure was withdrewn he fell back to the primitive weys. Mr. Currelly ob.sovved that the year's work had been one of great importance antiqueviee :Ind scientists. Inscrip- tions and columns symbolic of lhe early life of Egypt were conenually being discovered, and which \vent a long way is clear up the myths of Egypt's early history, -- SENTENCE SERMONS. Faith is not fostered by blinking facie. NJ tool gains a kees . edge without Mee, Precept is powerless without person- ality, Feels in God Is seen in fellowship with men. The heart Ls the best text book an etiquette. hiving for self alone is a way to soul suicide. One light tongue east make many heiwy hearLs. Wovry born of imoginavy troubles Is hbc event of reel worry. You can never get lo know a man be finding out things nliout him. Auspicious seek in others whet they have hidden in themselves. This world will never be saved by people too spiritually minded to wesh dishes, No men OW1'0011108 eln un 111 he hates Its power more than he Mats ile pun- ishment, Ntelly fleet greatest eellefaellen in fighting sin when it involves Meng at their neighbors. Ninny a num thenks hemlines ha is blind 01 besiness he tniist be blest, With spirituel vistom There's f1 lot of people loping for wiegs on the strength ef tho cbickete teed they drop In (lie collectiote •-le...,,,- Cierwaseer "is your father al homer Child "No; thithly end mutiuny are bent nut; but epistle's te," 1 invieesee lies ;vein' mine got, n velete Cleke I "Nei She'S got bwoutiXs1"