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NEW SSPIAL STORY.
"We have taken advantage of Mi
Herringhanh's kind invitation to In
little boy. He ]las not been well la
ely, and the doctor said that he mu
come into the country, He begge
to come here. We brought hire t
Cadera, and your man insisted opo
our coming on with him. He sat
he would drive us back."
"Certainly not; you must stay 'ch
night!" said itii,s Ferguson. "You
wife looks tired, and Pen, I know
will be glad to see ,your little boy
Have you brought your luggage, o
d1c1 you leave it at Cadera?"
"We brought ic," said Captai
Lyon, smiling "We were not sur
where we should stay, and I—"
But Miss Ferguson was calling to
the servants to prepare rooms for the
visitors.
"The man meant to stay," she said
afterwards to Pen.
Mrs. Lyon was more fashionably
dressed than she had been on board
the steamer, Her hair was carefully
done, and there was a bright colour
upon ]ler lips and checks—a colour
which innocent Pen put down ':o bet-
ty health. Her oyes glanced from
Bide to side; the -(vas watching for
seine one,
Captain Lyon talked in a mellif-
uous v)iee to Mi.Rs Ferguson. He
admired the view, the house, the
1)3)0))1 -clue servants, the richness of
the country; he was pleased with
everything. His wife said little, but
stat 1881 waited. Pitt was in his el-
ement, running up and down the
long w'hie• corridor, looking into tee
roosts, and handling whatever he
ought not. 'Hie mother slapped hila
when he pushed against her once, but
his father took !rim on his knees and
told him not to be 11 "cry baby."
There could be little doubt. of the af-
fection !between feather and child.
There Was still less doubt that Pat •
was not well. His face was 'white,
]lis eyes were hoary„ and, 'though i
at first in the -excitement of arriving
he was lively enough, after lunch,
he .]opt in -leis father's arms.
I
"When is the wedding to take
place?" naked Cap:ein Lyon, smiling 1
at Pen. "We want to got our pre-
sent ready."
".It will he very shortly, said Mise
Ferguson stiffly. She did not ap-
prove of these strangers 'calking of
giving presents to her brother's
bride.
Captain Lyon looked at Pon with
an Illi' which vaguely annoyed her.
It was as though he were appraising
some valuable article. She coloured
and went 111 the house, leaving them
ss upon the veranda. Site walked to the
y kitchen, to talk to Carola and arrange
1- a more elalborate dinner for these
st new -comers. While there she heard
1 the sound of Patrick's horse, in -
o stinet told her that Patrick would
n rather hear of the arrival of these
d Lyons before meeting them.
He was in the hall, taking off has
e gloves, when she found hint.
r • "We have Vi$1tO11•'," she said,
"Who are thed?"
"Those Lyons I told you about
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from his pocket, and litehted n eittar.
lett 11) did not offer the ease tri his
:curt. H1 placid It hack in lde peek's
et deliberately, and 1',•n ea v (tpl tri
Lyon produced 313.1) own ea.e• 1)111'
roa(' 1115 eialtr. Il struck burr,1 :a
gnat! thine often ,1r]k-es a looker -en,
with 1) eteeri -,1);n of 1)t,•„nit•
notch. '1'11 y walked d 1)+H of •10111).
i '1111' m abet' had ;l °kl') to 1111. oth, r,
Patrick wig welkite with head nee)
1"t 1,.:111''ee emtont)ry wdai hits.
1 here was :abuni tie. two f! Ures son
3811, iii ;able •ilnilirily 1.1 walla. 11•!el
1',•11 !mown unthine about sold; r;
he would !me..
aid, "'!'here e;m
two!" 11)11 ale did not.
Pat 11101 aWabeil • 1 erns.: and fee -
ieek') from his sleep. lie 10.01)'0•,' to
m aulused, to be kelt Pecan mischief.
ei
Pen wa the only person to 011.
ru 0111 the 1)i lc. She Wats Moine:
ine:
111 and down lvith 11101 along; the 170r-
rirlar whln the two ❑den returned.
I':at had harnessed her w)111 red tap,,
driving Iter a., 0 horse, mak-
hie her prance en•1 champ at the pit,
:tied touching her with a long whh,
width he said hie 111111 1' had given
to hint.
"Your bolter than father!” he
.chid. "I -Ie always gets tired tun
-eon."
e .
1'11, 1101.0 had run away-, and Pat
was ,lmeilcing with laughter when
the two (ten entered the cool cor-
ridor. Pat flew to his father atm
clung to hie knees.
"She's not like a girl, dad!" he
shouted; and his father shook hint
off roughly and angrily.
"Don't hang on to me when I'm
tired!" he said.
Pat's mouth opened and a howl
was coning from his lips.
"Ail right! Stop!" said his father
hastily. "I did not mean to hurt n
you. h
He picked up the boy, and carrier' 0
hint to his room on his ,shoulder, Pen P
0011 Patrick Ferguson had stood
spectators of the little. scene. Pen w
was panting with the exertions of the s
11011 knelt before her, and .she had
felt hi., lips upon cua' wrist:, ate!
I' h 11)11 -lle looked down a., thew,
to he .,tor they were ls'i' wrist' -- ur-
ly
he 10)1)1 not dr+•ann• I it?
"1 do Hot 10•:7'11 It/ e0 ell Eua•01n,•„
"1'o1.1 Way . , ,
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W br •,, •r . ,r.
1 y pet t „
t c tl n -e•
it nee,' not h••
"1111}' :h"111,1 I r . ,he a=k v1
a lute
"1 have 18.41.11 int r+1 •!r:, 111
Irvin our 1)l 1 4„1)t. It 007
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1s 811'1 wi-11).11 11, 14.1 1 8151 male tr in
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sir. You ( !1 Ie_!Us it Coq
1151.' , Inst y1.11 Will 1„ wi•,' to lit lie
Pee moved her 11, ad and Ade, red,
looking 01, at hint like a tr:thf,eef
Wild an 111181.
"Of ('01)0 , if you WI) li!” Ain nlut-
te!'e,l.
It i.e. time to &c••- fee dinner,"
11. ,lid, moving c1) the ,leer.
He held it open for 1(_,•, and 1',-1)
Walka•.I out like a goat . Miss Fe l•-
ges01) met her in the eort'!doi•.
"Child, what is the Matter''?"
"We ;u•e 1101 engaged ally longer,
I'1lrie1--1L•.. Ferguson 11101 I."
Fcrgusun uttered a sound of
u
anger, .
i
L, L < 1l stumped to her hrnth,rr',,
door.
Ile opened it at tit) :0011d of her
knocks. l'en heard her enter and the
door bung behind her.
In her room Pen sat upon her bed
and stared a:. the window. Caritn
cause in and lit the lamp, and asked
what dress she would wear, but, re-
ceiving no answer, went out. Pen
was not aware that she had been in
the room.
How long would it be before she
was sent to Europe? How many
zany days would she have to see
im? The steamer sailed from Cad-
re. to -morrow, but he could not ex-
ect her to be ready by then. There
would be Miss Fergueon also. She
ould not be ready. No, he could not
end her away until next week, when
e the steamer would be here again
r, 'There would be eight more days,
1. 1 and, try as he would to avoid her,
there would be times when they
ee would meet—would have to meet.
She could watch him pace up and
down before the house at night, un -
r. seen herself. They would meet
sometimes at dinner. He had kissed
her hands and wrists. She kissed
bhem where his lips and touched.
Once he had kissed her cheek when
they had sailed for Europe.
, There was 110 pride about Pen.
She could not deaden her pain by an-
ger. Her cousin who had ceased to
love, and Patrick hacl ceased to love
her. Probably she had failed hits
Arthur had failed her. He had done
right to ask for her release. Ceaeecl
to love—had he ever cared? She
m n
1.a ed—
first 'in-
t s
UUIh(I c
sh •
had
made
sines she had come to her
room. .Had he not said that his sis-
ter had wished it to be, and he owed
much to his sister? Pen closed 1101'
eye+• and moaned again.
She heard Miss FergusonFe_uson conte out
of her brothers room and walk
down the passage, Miss Ferguson
was sobbing noisily', as she did all
things, Pen was glad -that she did
nuc ask for admission, but passed on
, en 11' (• own room.
'There was 111e dinner gong! Pen
sli.1 from the bed and. went into the
drawing -room as she was. She was
half dazed with pain, and was 100-
scious only Una) she must not mist)
a chance of seeing Patrick. There
would be so few chances. Her hair
was ,rough from her romp whit the
boy, her dress was (rumpled, the
roses et her belt and neck were faded
crushed, and demi. Her eyes looked
like eyes that ,had seen a ghost. As
indeed they had—the ghost of the
years to come without love or hope.
Captain Lyon and Mrs. Lyon were
already in the room. Captain Lyon
sat in a corner and did not. speak,
scowling and biting his finger sa•ag-
elv. His wife W415 in a dress which
01100 had been smart, It was pink,
with a spangled' trimming and eu'c
very* low, She was rouged andpopow-
dered, and wore jewels about her
thin neck and in her hair which were
palpably false. Her eyes glittered
like her diamonds.
Mr. Ferguson cane in, spiel and
spans His sister followed, with red
eyes, Pen knew that Mr. Ferguson
was different. He talked, he held
his head erect, lie smiled when Mrs.
Lyon smiled at Mtn. He gazed at
Captain Lyon with defiance in his
gaze. "You can do your worst!"
the look said. To Pen he never
spoke, at her he never looked through
the nightmare of a dinner, He of-
fered his arm to Mrs, Lyon and led
11ee in. He talked to her, he even
anghe.d Mond, though there was e
note in has laughter which Pen did
not like to hear. Mrs. Lyon ogled
hint, she whispered so that he had
to bend to hear what she said, And
all the time there emttained upon his
lips a smile which showed his teeth,
r Pat has been ill, and his father and race up and down the corridor. Sh
mother have brought ]aim. I tun
n sorry! I---"
e "Captain Lyon and Mrs, Lyon?"
• "Yes, I hope you do not mind. It
is my alt.u"
He was hanging his whip upon its
nail and did not answer.
"I 0m afraid that you arc angry,"
said Pen, twisting her fingers. "I
never meant hint to come without an
invitation from you, and—"
"I am not angry; you could not
estop their coming."
"But if I had not talked to them"
"They might have conte, or again
they might not have." He flicked
seine dust from his riding gaiters,
"Where are they?"
"On the veranda. You are not an-
gry with mc.•1*"
"Of course I am not angry! What
makes you think so?"
"Your look. You—"
"I am angry with myself, They
are on the veranda?"
"Yes, they are there,"
Pen followed hint: she expected
she knew not what. But to all out-
ward seeming there was nothing re -
j marklihlo in he meeting."My brother," said Miss Fergut;on,
Captain Lyon held out his handl
over the head of the sleeping child
with a smile and an apology for not
rising. The hand was ignored. Mr.
Ferguson ,had merely bowed, Mrs.
Lyon had given s start, and the col-
our' in her cheeks stood out with
such prominence that Pen recognize',)
that it came from art and not nature,
When Patrick Ferguson stepped from
the window of the drltw•ing-room of
to the veranda Rho diel not offer her
hand. She inclined her head -co his
bow, and her eyes ,''meed uneasily
from side to side. Ile stood for
some minutes talking to them. He
face,! theta standing, a smile on his
lips as lie looked front Captain Lyon
to Mrs. Lyon, That look made tars.
Lyon .fidget until at length she rose
from iter chair and, murmuring' some-
thing, fled from the veranda. Pen,
las the passed her, saw that her lips
were white.
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"My wife is done up with the jour-
ney," said Captain Lyon smoothly
'To Patrick he expressed his ad-
miration 1.:N 'thee estate and the rich-
ness of the land.
"The captain of the steamer hl
Which we came told me fabulous ac-
counts of your riches," he said, and
NIn remitter' shrugged his shoulders,
"I ,have not done badly," be said.
"If you do not want me I will
change,"
"I should like to smoke a cigar
with you and look at your embers,"
said Captain Lyon. ".Let Inc put this
youngster in his room first."
Patrick Ferguson smiled again
looking at Captain Lyon.
"I will join you in half an hour,"
His head was thrown back, and he
looked his guest ,straight in the eyes.
Later Pen atm them walk away to.
gaiter. Patrick ,drew his cigar lase
was pushing her pins into -her hai
11(1(1 looked up at Patrick with laugl
ing eyes.
"He is spoilt," she said, "but I lik
him."
Mr. Ferguson did not answer. 1.1
Was staring down the long colrido
They could hear Pat's voice chatter
ing to his father in his room,
"I want to speak to you," be satd,
"Will you come to my study?„
What was it? Pen followed him
with fast beating heart. She knew
before the words were eaid, that some
great misfortune W04 to fall upon
her, And what misfortune could
there be except one?
"Not that! Not that!" crier' Pen
to her hear(. "Anything but that!'
He smut the window 111 his study,
for the evening was closing its and
e chill
yviucl was blowing from the.
mounrtains. The fastening took long.
Pen 14t001i 111101 waited patiently utl':11
he turned end told her to sit down.
"1t will not take long," he said
"What I have to say. T wail'.: yO01 to
n01)71150 1110' from Our engagement,"
It was what she hal known www
1.0111 ing. She thought that elle had
known from the beginning what the
end would be. There was but one
anewer. She heard her own small
voice whisper --
"Yes, of c•ou0se, if you wish."
"1 do no;, wish,"
We•• this the way engagements
wero brokon -in titin doled matter-of-
fact fashion?. t -Ie wished to be re -
lensed, and that was the end. He
1011) Standing with his back '70 the
window, his 111111)18 behind him with
brad bowed. She could not see his
face. Sae did not care that he
c multi see hers. He wt•ined to be re-
leased from his e.ugegetllcnt!
"There is my trouseetlu," 8110 1411311
111113)i1y, "There are all those dres-
ses. What am I to do with teem?"
For there Wild 110(4 a 13111e1 ch'esa
among )til those frocks, mud she had
a feeling that she would wear blade
now all her life, She would be in
mourning for herself, for the self
that would die to -night.
"You can wear them," he said.
No word of complaint or upbraid-
ing fell from 'elle lips which had not
yet lost their colour, though he saw
with sharpened sight that they were
whitening at the edges.
"My sv,er shall take you back to
Europe; I will see to all ar1•aingo-
mentts. You are rich, and will be
able to enjoy your life, and you are
young'."
"When am 1 to go."
"You and Sarah clue arrange that."
She knew he meant that to be the
final word. But site sat still, staring
at him with stupid wondering eyes.
Some one was breathing loudly in
the Toon, She was not sure whether 1
it was he or herself. Hiss hand had•
fallen to his side, and she Saw him
clench and unclench it, and the sight
gave her courage. Perhaps he. was
feeling; more than he showed, That
night after their return—when he
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r' *• l u ,•+n, -ale' 111, l e reet e,tt
leee,1 free. Pen, sit -
t.0.0 nit' head hew, 1, f ru' met dawn
0t In ; , a'. , , 1L•, Fr tc-on, Who
11, 1 truer 11(k is hie cleadr. IF,
r. .;. were tike .t,:•,•1•
"Vol, Way 1. 11 her what W^e : 511114
pe red in the h;lrraek-roust and taut
. 1.•111 at the- dab teen year's wee)
31} eleter, 1 .,011 myself this after
tnoon. I have tri•d t" 41111 her fro n
it all ;h d ,-ears, ]tut. 1 knew when I
0011- told tlr.at you had come to Ihie
Melee let. I had tried in vain. Tell
your title! Shout 1t front the boast,.
tops! Tell Illyservants! Not a
penny Will you e 5t r get from me to
stop your tongue, ,scoundrel that you
111'0!'
H/ had risen from his chair, his
hands on the table, and leaned to-
wards Captain Lyon with a glitter in
his eyes and a tone in his voice
which made Captain Lyon shrink
back.
"Tell them!" said Mr. Ferguson.
He waved his hand with a passionate
gesture. "'fell them! I shall not
wait to listen. You shall say what-
ever you please."
He left :he room; they heard him
go down the corridor, and the door
of his study close upon him. There
was silence; but. Captain Lyon was
the first to break it. He poured
himself out a glass of wine, and
his hand shook so that the wine
splashed over and stained his napkin
a bright crimson.
"Blackmailer is not a nice word,"
he said.
"Tell me the story, please," said
Pen distinctly. "I wish to hear."
"Are you aware that his name is
not Ferguson??"
"It is Ferguson!" said his sister
ioualy, "His father was Ferguson
of Strath Allan."
(Continued Next Week.)
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"Hew )!ed, 1 ...ey ail are!" ,Il,.
l'ri ,1 1%1 7'I'. "YOU :Old 1. &1r.-._ lir.
E, 1_11 on, are the only two •0'!14
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"'LW) , li ha- not improved,,.
u 1 hie wife. "tile are es we el-
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w cy., 0111 -11 d, votl 1 (081)'1. Lyon
Is ;0 amiable!"
They had nut before, Pee hear'1
and understood. They had met be-
fore, and the I.yon, had known ic
before they came to the hacienda.
Patrick had known it also. When
he had been told the boy's name he
dna I known that he was the icon of
these people, and ,;hat accounted for
his dislike of the child.
No one did justice to Carola's
cooking. Captain Lyon drank more:
than was wise, but it appeared to
have no effect upon him. His pale
face dill not flush, his hand did not
shake,
The servants cleared the table,
and placed wine and fruit upon the
mahogany.
"Now we are alone," said Captain
Lyon. "Now we are alone."
•t•
Chapter XXIII.
"We are alone," said Mr. Fergus-
on. He hummed softly a tune that
Pen had played on the piano the ev-
ening before. "We are alone." He
looked insolently across the 'cable at
Captain Lyon, "Balt why wait until
the servants were gone?"
"I will be silent for what I want."
Captain 1.yon leaned across the table
and looked at Mr. Ferguson. "1 of-
fer the terms of this afternoon once
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Seaforth, Ontario
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Mr. Ferguson laughed, and leaned Ire fewer that) 11,000,000 white
back in his chair, throwing his nap- people in the 13,000,000s (
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loin upon the table. miles of the British Lntpire.
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Accident Insurance, Automab• a In-
surance, Plate Glass Insurance, etc.
Phone 2225 - nthel, Out
JAMES M'FADZEAN
Agent uowick Mutual Fire Insurance Company
Also
Hartford Windstorm and Tornado Insurance
Phone 42 Boot Turnberry Street Brneeel.
JPO, SUTHERLAND Ss SON.
LIMITED
J alli'12RXCA'
114'rli P Y OJY'T1161.1.
D. M. SCOTT
ka•aG''.i r(sw1t r'A1reTXfd: ' IO
PRICES MODERATE
For references consult any person whose sal
I have officiated at, Phone 2926
T, T. NI' RAE
M. 8., M. C. P., & S. O.
111. O. B„ Village 0f Brussels.
Physioien, Surgeon, A000uohenr
Once at residence, 11an,ppoosite 1010111111 Church,
W1)otreet.
Pr. bitvrczani,
BARRISTER, SOLICITOR,
CONVEYANCER, NOTARY PUBLIC
LECKIE BLOCK - BRUSSELS
DR. WAROLAW
Boner graduate of the nntario Veterinarr
Floore. Day nand night calls. ' 8i a onnoella
Another Firm
t. of
usi ,`;' ess
Just one of the news items which are appearing in papers
quite too often these days throughout the Dominion, And
what is the reason? There is only one, and that is lack of
loyalty to hone institutions and the lure of the flashing
Publicity of the large city establishments. Many citizens,
while earning their wages and salaries in one place, never-
theless send a large proportion of this money out of the
community for questionable bargains, thus depriving such
community of that much necessary working capital.
Busi { .. ess an
Do the Same
They have local firms who are able and ready to supply
them with all their requirements, yet for the most trivial
reason or excuse they will convent to extend this patronage
to outside firms, thus helping to build up distant cities at
the expense of their home: town. They seem to forget that
this money so sent out nhigllt otherwise have been largely
returned to them by those with whom they should have left
this business. Therefore, when in need of printed matter of
any kind, whether farmer, business man or professional man,
always extend first consideration to
The Post
Publishing House