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OUR SERIAL STORY
Disappearance
of Paulina Blake
"Yes! I telegraphed from Chreter.
But of course it is Christmas, and
everything has gone wrong'."
"Most likely, sir; and as it is not
much more than twelve, the ladies
would be in church still, for whet
with the Rector's processions and car-
ols and the eermons the service will
be a pretty long one."
Stephen laughs quite content with
this simple and natural explanation
of a circumstance which at first
slightly alarmed him.
"You. are right, Joyce! Travelling
for the last twenty-four hours, I for-
got just what time I should arrive
and where Miss Blake and Miss Slade
would surely bo. Most likely my tel-
egram le waiting at the Abbey unop-
ened still!"
"Just so, sirl"Thank you, sir, I'm
sure, and a very merry Christmas to
you and the young lady and Miss
Blake!"
Stephen nods and goes his way. He
isein the mood to eind all thing(. ag-
reeable on :his day of clays, to think,
with a growing strength of conviction
that he is indeed the luckiest and
happiest of Men.
In a few minutes he and Nellie
will have met, will be walking side by
side through the wintry air. He will
,be !telling her of his great news, will
give her Sylvia's letter, and will tell
her that she never need again fret
—as he knows she has clone in the
past—over the thought that in win-
ning her he had lost his sister. He
almost laughs aloud as he thinks of
all the joys in store for him this
blessed °brie:etas Day; then he ,
quickens his steps and composes his
frank features to a more decorous
gravity, 'Tor the Me old church is
now in sight, and a second later he
ia etanding by the gateway, looking
into the tranquil tree -shaded ehurch-
yard where so many generations of
Makes and Trevors lay in dreamless
eeet.
He is not thinking of these quiet ,
kinsmen however, nor even of the
restless living ones he is so soon to ,
meet. His thoughts are, naturally
for the young stranger so soon to be
grafted on their family treo—the
penniless girl to whom these proud
folk would, in all probability, have
accorded a dubious welcome.
He strains his eyes to see through
the open doorway of the church, then
Smiles at hie own folly, knowing that
he cannot possibly catch a glimpse
of the Abbey new from the outside,
and finally decides to enter.
"It is only ten minutes to one!"
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he says. "Joyce le right, The Rec-
itor will not release his victims until
the last moment, and then there will
be another hymn, no doubt. 1 maty as
well creep into a corner, whence I
may have the pleasure of seeing Nel.
lie ten minutes sooner than 1 should
do otherwise, and that without being
seen myself."
He slips into a vacant chair behind
the ruddy-cheeked, white-faced old
men from the almshouses, from which
coign of vantage he hopes• to get a
glimpse of Miss Blake's and Nellie's
head -gear. To his blank amazement
however, he sees the„pew is empty.
The quaint old church, glossy with
holly leaves and evergreens festooned
in graceful fashion from desk, pillar,
and pulpit, fair with fresh flowers_
and radiant with red cloth -backed
texts, is meth fuller than usual, for
alt Cranstone goes to church on
Christmas Day, however, much it may
neglect its religious duties on lesser
occasions. Miss Clemency Grace,
dainty and sweet in gray silk and
chinchilla, with the eat white hair
framing her kind old face under a
toque of hum and velvet; Mrs. :Wier-
rit, with her girls and boys filling
the Rectory pew to its utmost limit;
Miss Green, rod -nosed and vigilantly
on the alert for any misbehaviour on
the part of the Sunday School 221151 -
even by whom she sits—all these and
many others he recognizes in a swift
searching glance, but the two for
whom he lookare not there. In the
midst of the crowded congregation
the Abbey pew alone is empty.
A chill feeling not of disappoint-
ment only, but of terror, seems to
Stop the beating of his heart — a
feeling- which is, as he angrily tells
himself, absurd and utterly uncalled
for, but which nevertheless he can-
not for the moment overcome. It is
in vain that he forces himself to•
laugh at his own fears, to call the01!
exaggerated and ridiculous, for the
dull conviction bind something is
wrong cannot be resisted.
At length the Rector pronounces
the Benediction; the last Christmas
hymn has been sung, and ,e'msling,
nodding, and exchanging friendly and
seasonable greetings, the people
stream out of the church,
Involuntarily, Stephen draws back
'to the shadow, and men who know
him well piss him without notice.
But it would be a clever person who
escaped Miss Harriet Green's shave
glance, and as it falls upon the tall
figure her face lights up,
"Sir Stephen Trevor!" she cries.
,"Have you been here all the time
hidden away in this modest corner?"
"No, I have only .lust come," he
says, not too cordially. Miss Green
ie at no times a favourite of his, and
he feels that he positively hates her
just now. "I thought Miss Blake and
Miss Slade would be at church, so X
came straight on here instead of go-
ing to the Abbey. But we have miss-
ed each other, it seems."
"Yes." Miss Green nods myster-
iously. "They are neither of them in
church, It it not extraordinary on
Christmas Day? I could not attend
to the dorm Rector's sermon! Was
it not naughty of me to let My
-thoughts wandee1 I could not help
wondering what could be keeping
there away'
,She looks at him as though expect-
ing some explanation of the mystery
or pethaps some -continent on her skit-
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'A, merry Ceiielemel PM I tesei
ecareely wish you that inethe eieetsme
tences, thoush I see yolt and Nellie
l'ave 11"0,1 'Itelesandee.isle teis
eel ee :3111 she may ecold you. for
eidinit a little -tee well. Of yours,'
eeti heve :eel each other at the
,tation, and ehe and Paulina have
elerificed their Christmas service in
V11111!"
"Do you thi»11 that is why they aro
not at church?" Stephen asks, a lit-
tle thibidusly, for the hope seems a
forlone one, though he snatches at it
gladly. "They were not at the sta-
tion when my train came in, late as
lieu al !"
"Ah, yes!" Miss Clemency says,
and laughs. "Pauline would, allow
for that, however impatient Nellie
might be. No doubt the carriage
drew up just as you marched off
beee, for I don't suppose you waited,
a minute when you did not find thein
on the platform."
"I did not!" Stephen confesses, hie
frank face clearing. "I took it for
granted that they were in church, and
I came on here at once. Well, I had
better go and get my scolding, Miss
Grace! I really deserve one for
muddling things so stupiddy."
"I think you do, but I fancy your
judges will be merciful and your pun-
ishment :fairly light. Well, good-bye
for the present and once more a very
happy hristmas to you 01! Give my ,
love to Nellie and Pauline, and bring
the former round to see Me soon!"
Stephen smiles into the kind face I
that is as bright and cheerful as the
Christmae sueshine while he looks
into it, and goes rejoiced and com-
forted on his way. However, once
his baels is turned the sunshine clouds
more than a little, and as Miss Clem-
ency looks after the stalwart swiftly- 1
le:appearing figure there is a sort of
vague discomfort and uneasiness in •
her thoughts,
"I do hope he will find things as
pleateant as they should be, poor fel-
low!" she says, with a sigh. "I don't
quite like the look of them myself!
Nellie looked so wretchedly ill and
miserable yesterday. And Pauline—
well, Pauline frankly told me she
wanted 1114 advice in a most unpleas-
ant matter and before Sir Stephen
came! It would spoil _all her gener-
osity, spoil everything, if she quarrel-
ed with Nellie or made tiny mischief
between her and Stephen just now.
It cannot be that. Yet it is strange
they are not at chnrch this morning;
and when her temper is roused there
is no saying what Pauline Blake will
or will not do.'
CHAPTER V.
When Sir Stephen reachee the big
gates of the Abbey he has quite ve-
covered his usual optimism,
Of course he has blundered in the
most idiotic fashion; of course ho hae
missed the carriage by a second or so
and thus follishly robbed himself of
a full hour of Nellie's society! Be-
yond question all the pleasure he has
promised himself awaits him within
the familial. ivy-covered walls of
Pauline Blake's old home.
It is then merely as a matter of
form that he says to the excited -look-
ing man who opens the door—
"The ladies are at home, Wood-
son?"
The moment the words have passed
his lips, before Wootleon could possibe 11
ly anSWer, the knows there is SWIM -
thing seriously wrong, and Wood- 1
son's words do not dispel the fear, s
though he only says with a :frightened
glance over his shoulder—
"No, sir—that is, yes1 I mean
that Miss Slade is here, but lVfiss t
Blake is not at home!"
"Mete is Mise Slade?" Stephen
cries impatiently. "In the morning -
room?"
"No, in her bed-rooin,, sir! She
wiae not quite well, so the house-
keeper Persuaded her to* 0h, 1
feinted. 1 till you sus
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but his firet leek an the wan ;-ehostly
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quiverine moeth gives 11101 a ehock.
He forgets any other eanee for fear
or trouble as he eprings forward and
catches the slender swaying figure
shat scarcely seems to hold itself up-
right in hie strong arm&
"My Nellie! My poor ghost of a
girl! What is the 'natter? Are you
so dreadfully ill?"
For a second he feels the arms he
has drawn up about his neck tighten
their clasp in a sort of despairing en-
ergy, and her face is hidden on his,
shoulder. Then withdrawing from his
embrace, Nellie says with a shudder
"Oh, I am well enough! Never
mind me, Stephen! It is Miss Blake!"
"PaulMa?" he cries, more and
more puzzled and alarmed by her
strange manner and her ghastly face.
"What is the matter with her? The
man told me she was not at home, so
site cannot be ill! Yet you speak as
though you had to announce some
tragedy! Where is she?"
He has used the word "tragedy"
without much thought of its actual
meaning, but as he meets Nellie
Slade's darkening eyes he thrills with
a conviction that some really tragic
-horror lies before him.
"Cannot you speak?" he cries, with
an almost savage roughness born of
a growing fear: "Don't you see that
you are suggesting all sorts of hor-
rors? Where 114 1114 cousin?"
Nellie moistens her dry lips.
"Ole Stephen, how can I tell you?
She ie gone!" she says.
"Gone! Of course, she is gone crut!
11 knew that already, and only asked
you where."
Then, as the girl stares at 11i01 in
despairing silence, a new thought
•
strikes him.
"Gone! People say thee of the
dead sometimes. You don't mean to
say that my poor cousin is dead?"
"No, oh, nol Not that! She is
net—she cannot be dead! But;, hew
shall I make you understand, Step-
hen? She is not here! She hos dis-
appeared!"
"Dieappeared 1" Some of the hor-
ror dies out of Stephen's eyes, but
their bewilderment only increases.
Ho stares helplessly at the white-
faced trembling girl for a second;
then, noting her painful effort at self
control and the pitiful fashion in
which the slight figure sways in the
aittempt to keep rigidly upright, he
suddenly throws a strong arm about
her and draws her down beside him
on the big old-fashioned sofa. by the
window, saying with the old protect -
Mg tenderness that is the sweetest
thing. life has ever brought to Nellie
Slade—
"I must wait for a moment till you
are a little more yourself! You are
too weak and ill, my poor darling, to
tell me anything just now!"
Then the terror that had seemed to
paralyse the girl and make clear
speech impossible fades in the warmth
and sintshine of this faithful loving
care. It breaks ancl dissolves in a
sadden term, and. leaves her thoughts
clear.
"How good, how kind you are!"
she cries at length, raising her face
rom his shoulder when the storm is
ovee. "I can tell you all now; but
tow could you even think of ane at
uch a time?"
"My Nellie! Of whom should 1
hink in any circumsteneee but you,.
ny own little girl? But you axe bet.
er now, dear, and can tell me all
hat this mystery means."
"Yes."
The girl dries her eyes and sets
iorself resolutely to her painful task.
"It means just What 1 say, Stephen
Miss Blake has disappeared. She is
not In the house, not in the grekindel
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with conviction.
"There is .1(1) 10K!441in 11 of an eerly
walk!" she says fire:Q.11y. "Miss
has not been :sleet in. She
has been away from the AlOuSk! all
night. Oh, Stephen, where can she
be? What does it all mean?"
But this is a question Stephen can-
not anstver. He sits a little forward,
his claeped, hands between his knees,
his dark brows knitted in concentra
tion of thought.
"Tell me all about it!" he says at
length. "You said she did not sleep
here!. How do you know that?"
"We only guess it because her bed I
was just as her maid left it last night. I
Nothing is disturbed. But this is the
strange part of it, Stephen—all her
clothes seem, to be there!"
"And when was her absence dis- '
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the colony. 'file ,i; A languaz.,” is
allowed in the ..1 i, u.ary Helmets,
and Italian is the language of
i record in the Law Courts.
There is a pulele sehool system
and the pupils number about 10,000,
besides secondary eehoels and a uni-
versity with 1144 student::.
The chief products a Malta are
wheat and other grains of temperate
countries, vegetables, grapes and
other fruits. aiul &g00, The Manu-
factures include Iace, cotton textiles,
filigree and cigarettes. Agriculture
is the chief industry, and the island
is well supplied with horses, mules
and asses, horned cattle, sheep and
goats. The annual value of the ex-
ports from Malta is about $7,000,000.
covered?"
"Only about an hour ago. You!
know she is very eccentric and exact -
ng in some things, and will not allow
any one to enter her room in the
morning until she rings her bell. Mor-
gan, her maid, has strict orders on
every other, she had her mistress's
bath and tea ready at seven o'clock. ,
and waited patiently for the accustom
ed ring, but it never came. I knew
nothing about the delay, for I hai a '
bad headache" — she hesitates and
flushes curiously over this last unim-
portapt and common detail, then goes
hurriedly on—"and breakfasted in
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Physician and Surgeon
Office Mcis.elvey Block, Brussels
Successor to Dr. White
Phone 45.
A Li C '110 N E 11 R S
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Seaforth, Ontario
licensed auetioneer for voenties
of Huron and Perth. Immediate Lir-
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Licensed Auctioneer
PRICES MODE
For reference consult any person
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01 Craig Street, LONDON
C. C. RAMAGE, D.D.S., L.D.S.
BRUSSELS, ONT.
Graduate Royal College of Dental
Surgeons and Honor Graduate Uni-
versity of Toronto. Dentistry in all
its branches.
Office Over Standard Bank,
Phones—Office 200. Residence 65-14
WM. SPENCE
Ethel, Ont.
Conveyance, Commissioner and C. J.
Agent for
The Imperial Life Assurance Co. of
Canada
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Accident Insurance, Automobile In-
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Phone 42 Box 1 Turnberry Street Brussel
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unitil I thought Miss Blake would be
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ready to go to church. About ton
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But the. organization, the direction, and to a great measure the
up -keep. of the institutions in such towns are in the Mends
of the busineet, intereete, together with those directly and in-
directly connected therewith. Without the active business and
professional rnen to supervise and govern these public institu-
tione and undertakings no town could thrive.
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Every citizen either in ot about a town should be concerned
in seeing to it that they do their part in carrying on any good
cause which may be promoted, either by financial or active
snpport. Only in this way will any town prosper and deveMP
as it -shoeld.
Publicity is Required
In .promotion work yom. local paper takes Me leading part.
Tt is ever the Champion of worthy causes and philantlir mie
and patriotic !undertakings. But to function properly, and
fully carry out its natural prerogatives, it must in turn have the
financial eupp,ort of the community it serves. When needing
advertiting or printed matter always first think of
The Post
Publishing House