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OUR SERIAL STORY
The Disappearance
of °auIina )lake
"Forgive me, Stephen -1 I am a sel- , time the avenging furies that pursue
fish coward to give so much trouble and torture her. She lies senseless
when I should be a help, but you on the floor.
don't know—"'
Her lips quiver, the horror is creep-
ing back into her eyes, and it is evi-
dent that her worths revive some
;dreadful memory; and, seeing this,
Stephen says with peremptory kind-
ness—
"I know that you must rest now.
You shall say nothing more tonight.
Tomorrow you shall tell me every-
thing I"
"I mean to! O11., Heaven knows I
mean to!" Nell ejaculates, sobbing.
"But now—oh, Stephen, be patient
with me for a little while! I am not
mad, but really wish I were, and I
think my heart will break tonight!"
She turns and buries her face in
the pillows, crying as though her
heart would break; and, incredible ars
CHAPTER WI.
"Beg pardon, Sir Stephen! Of
course there ain't no news?"
Sir Stephen, wearily pacing the
dhniy-lit station in the chill fog of
the winter afternoon, turns round at
the sound of the anxious deprecating
voice and sees the station-master—a
nervous little man—looking a shade
more worried than usual.
"None at all, Felton!" he says,
with a sigh. "The whole thing seems
to be a hopeless mystery!"
"It does indeed, sir, in .spite of ths
detective chaps, who think themselves
so mortal clever and all •the rest of
the tvorill a set of criminal fools!
They ain't found out nothing them-
selves, and with their sharp fe•reti1;;
Trevor make, no effort. to soothe or ways they just flurry other folk into
forgetting
console her by word or touch. 13e what they do know. Now,
stands with knitted brow and tie fitly- there is poor Joyce, who told them
compressed lips. Then without .t the did not sea any one leave here of
Christmas Eve, has called to mind- -"
word of farewell or explanation he "
„What?" Stephen cries eagerly es
turas on his heel and quits the room
the whistle of an approaching train
abruptly. is heard. "What does Joyce remem-
The housekeeper looks per him, born"
astonished' "Oh, nothing notch!" the station -
There, Miss Nellie, you have sent
poor Sir Stephen off more miserable
than he was before, and I am sure he
did not need that, poor gentleman, so
anxious as he is about Miss Blake
" too? There, poor lamb," she adds,
with quick remore, as the girl an-
swers only by a shuddering cry, "you
cannot help being worn out! And I
am an old fool to take you to task!
Come, you must lie clown for an hour
or two and pick up some strength,
for there is a dreadful day before us
all! Please Heaven, before it's over
things may be made a little clearer!
liry poor mistress, where can she be?
I feel so bad about her, Miss Nellie,
that—Heaven forgive me !—it would
be alines: a relic!' if they brought in
her body!"
"Oh, no, not that!" the weeping
girl breaks in. "She is not dead —
she cermet he! Why should you think
anything so dreadful?''
"I don't want to thinkit, miss. but
there seems no other explanation of
her absence. She was not likely to
run away, 1.711 if she had just walked
out in rte. sleets she \Mild have boon
found quite slay! Na, it aeelma to
me that there is rot only mystery but
murder here.! Why, Miss Slade —
S7Tiss Nellie --what is :be lntttixr?"
But Nellie has ageinn escaped .for a
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The Pest Publishing Neuse
master answers, a little reluctantly.
"Only that he saw a couple of gent::
jump into the train at the very last
minute, but as they took no tickets
here he thought they had ,united
out to stretch their leg's, as most like-
ly they did!"
"Most likely!" Stephen agrees.
"What made Joyce notice therm?"
"Why( he didt±'t, sir! He just, so
to say, saw them and wondered
whether they were trying to bilk the
company, as ntany.do at this time of
the year. Then he forgot all about
them until ,just now, when he was
turning over that detective's savage
sort of warning 'not to keep •int ihin ,•
back,' and got so frightened that be
came up to see me. I ;t'en't suppose
it is of the least importance, sir, do
you? And, after all, I clary ,say the
poor chap would rather 1 kept it
all to myself. Still now folk are
he lining to think that maybe some
sc'oundr'el has dote the mot, lady
liesm, , I thought: it better to speakr
"1`ccidcdly better, Fenton! 1 dare
ray yon to tt';it, and the milt',' Is
quite without intpon!:uu'e, but 're
cannot afford to a gleet any c1n's
Does .1 ,1' rememl,er what uhc•»e
mem were like',"
"No more than 0.10 seemed young
• :.l the otter oldish and rather freli•
lie did not catch
le, .,- a glimpse or
; ilhr'r's race, But here is the lr'a!n 1"
Be hurries off with the last words,
and Steplum follows him down the
platform, looking into the windows
of the :Beau first-class carriages till he
reaches the one in which has sister
sits.
"The door is locked, Steve!"
I she cries, in a clear, ringing girlish
voice, "Call the man, and have me
let out! I felt so upset with all 'these
horrors and mystorios' about that 1
did not dare to take any risks when
travelling alone. Of course Dick
could not come with me -•- you will
sec him later ort -•but I simply could
not wait until oto-notrow and leave
you all in this dreadful trouble with-
out any one to advise you, Ah, there
is the matt at last! It is good to bo
out of prison again!"
She leaps lightly to the platform
THE BRUSSELS POST
•i,.. .. ,,,I ,air's 11•9' hxnel
h d ! i„
•h 1 t In :,t ,.
she seyo oieefidly
111
the somhes tan,., of b r bre
"Pcm't ht"L ::o urs•', )u' !
L,.•.! or eoerse all skis is awful,
I 1 rein a it to •tl-t rk of any -
et emir 11••,u• P.eelle:A; but
I', ;r 1 arms .tending there and
r
bored what a long time we
d been parted and what nasty
'rh'ea's we said to each other at our
last meeting, I could not help just
libblises over with joy to think that
're were fliends again!"
"You are an affectionate little
•!rl," Stephen replies, smiling, "and
f am more glad thain I can say to see
volt again! But--"
"But you have other things on
-our mind just now. Of course you
have!" the lady finishes, with perfect
-rood temper, "And I am dying to
hear all about them! You have a
carriage here? Then you can tell -ole
everything as we go along!"
"There is nothing much to tell,"
Stephan says when they have taken
Their places. "The fact of Pauiintt's
lisappearance you know already, and
se, have discovered nothing more,
though Scotland Yard has sent us
-'arms or ..s b.'z, men."
Sylvia Ruthven knits her brows.
"How awful! It is enough to drive
any one crazy to be confronted with
uch a hopeless mystery!" she says,
"Pa.ulian was not so very sensible,
still ono cannot think that she has
eloped! Though old maids do the
most extraordinary things sometimes,
you know, and poor Pauling was
getting on! She was older than you."
"A year or two perhaps," he
agrees; "but it is impossible to be-
teve in anything so silly as an elope..
ment when :he wits her own mistress
and free to marry any one she pleas-
ed. Besides, I never thought her
likely to marry. She seemed to care
for no one man more than another,"
Mrs. Ruthven nods Iter head sage-
ly.
"She easel for you once, Steve.
Oh, yes, she ,lid, .hough I know you
don't like m:• to say •se, and I dare
say she must have done so or she
would have helped you in your own
love -affair. Still your marriage may
halve. derided !ler to marry too."
"But marriage would 111e1ut a hus-
band," Stephen protests half angrily,
There is something that irri, iter Ilin1
in his sister's flippant tone, though
he would thankfully accept her more
hopeful and easy-going view of the
situation thai -to hum seems only tra-
gical. "Anel Paulina's name has
never been connected, even •in Cron -
stone gossip, with that of any man."
Sylvia shakes her head,
"Steve Gear, I hate to tell you att
idea that has just route into my
111111(1 1" site says. "It is an awful
one, and -:eems doubly dreadful in
connection with any ons; so dignified
and stately as Fouling; but still
waters rum deep, you know, and nil
History. not to mention ene`5 own
knowledge of human nature, shows
us that the most proper people rat
do the most terrible things. Don't
you think so yourself?"
"T think you are another mystery
with your Clark hints," he says.
"]lo speak plainly, Sylvia, and say
what you suspect!" •1
Yell, 11 I were gun o1' the deteeb'
ive. I should search the servants' Hall
and see if env ptn•ticelarly;mei-look-
''ai, .fent,ttrtn or '/room had disappear-
ed at the same lime.''
For a second Stephen !resvor re -
golds his pretty sister wi!h di !ru,ii.
To Id51, with his ehivalrott5 belief in
1..11 women, there .seems an iet.0'erablc,
!,,slut in the explanmion hylvl'a sue:-
!tf`st5,
"vote• idea !s simpply shocking!"
he say:, sternly. "You would
qtly rale of any crime if yet can
farts such a theory divot a p eel
and delicate -minded gentieweroon
ilce Pauling Blakel"
Sylvia shrugs her shoulders,
"Oh, well, I apologise and wl.th-
draw every ugly word!" she says,
with the cherining, childlike -smile'
thait few people are able to rosin and'
w•hieli always conquers her brother,
"Don't get upon moral stilts, my
dear! Poor Pattiina ,did not mount
leers so perpetually as you seem to
imagine. I can recall one or two odd
escapades, But, there, you are
frowning again, Of course there was
not the least harm in any one of
Item, or I would not recall them now
whr.,n the poor dear may have Suet to
fate too awful to think abouti I
did not mean -,to malign her, Steve,
only to suggest that she was not a
'paster saint,' but a little bit -more
freakish than yon seem to fancy, and
!hat ,this disappearance might in it-
self bo a freak,"
"1 :.1•.1. I ane!,l 04111:.•ol" aim o','
1 i U•rlc ; ied. 1. ii -'1'' i • „1' so -r 1
t t,l.. ° i d(id
if 1! ., h Frlu,rh,. ii .1r, ,
Tet 1 ,'u '-•i -+,1. muni ! Sylvial.
t', • .-'1)0i . d chilli +1r gimO i'or1une
r. hIl 1 '1u'. "i'%-1 . ., , 11•`Y=
Irii1 a., 11+..1• :;o•'m, Steve,and all
,houle htty, ;diver tielogs it we loot:
,.t then in the 1,111,;.,
here the are at the Alb v atos! It
does seem ton bad that poet, Peel
t0 is not here to welrome us to her
beautiful old hou-e! Well, Miss Slade
Nellie, I mean --must act as her de-
puty. I am sure she will do it charm-
ingly! By the way, how it she?
Oddly enough, I don't think we have
mentioned her yet, but we will keep
that 'to ourselves and not wound her
feelings. How it is you did not brsng
her down to meet me?"
Sylvia thinks there is a queer ab-
rupt stiffness in her brother's man-
ner as he answers shortly—
"I do not quite know. I fancy
she caught cold last night, for I have
not seen her today. But here we
are, Sylvia!"
The carriage stops as he speaks,
and light streams out from the open
door.. Sylvia jumps out and runs
up the steps, looking round as she
enters the large and lofty hall for
the. girl whom she had parted In
scornful anger some six months
back, but to whom she is now pre-
pared to give a sister's welcome.
There is only Mrs. Clarke looking
very 'tired and miserable and about
ten years older than she did the clay
before. She comes forward with a
respectful greeting.
"Oh, Mrs. Ruthven!" she cries in
}tushed tones. "How thankful I am
to see you, for what with one thing
and another the responsibility is get-
ting too much for me!"
"You must not talk like that, Mrs.
Clarke!" Sylvia answers, shal:i,le;'
hands tvitlt the housekeeper in her
charming friendly fashion, "You
and I must put our heads together
and see if be careen us we cannot be
cleverer than all the detectives and
find ottt what has become of poor
Miss Blake,"
The housekeeper glances admiring.
ly at t11' optimistic speaker, but
shakes her head.
"1 hope you may be right, ma'am;
but all (hose clever people have been
at work for two days now, and they
have not bit upon any c]ue."
"Well, we may have better luck!
I matin to cross-examine the whole
tillage, and it will be pard if I don't
wring a revelation of some sort out
of some one! But that must wait
until to -morrow, as I shall want a
little time to foram my plans and talk
things over. And, now, where is
Miss Slade? Does she know that I
am here?"
'].'here is just a touch of impati-
ence in Ile clear voice. Sylvia Ruth -
yen, having made he, owe noncess.
ion in her handsomest manner and
livid out the olive -branch to her own
ex -governess and her brother's fu-
ture wife, u1. nilly expects to be
met at least halfway and welcomed
with something like effusion, scan m
the present depressing circum-
stances. The feeling is so reason-
able and just that in the midst of an
his engrossing trouble St.,phen u,:-
derstencl, €mel shares it. }Te too
looks anxiously at Mrs. Clark •, who
11rrain :'hakes her herd,
"I don't thiek she knows anything
rightly today, Ma'am!" she O'sw,.:.rs,
"The poor your,', 1i Imly i going cm
like it cra:cy creature! The doctor,
tart,, has jus. c_r tr. °1111;, it it feverish
suit! ,.td :ay.; h, is afraid of poen-
1110111,1.
oen:-
1(1 101. It se"rte. to ;n', he might be
ol'lald of aeytlu t:;•, -tor it is the sar
danest at!acic 1esoes knew!'
An impulse he ,does not try to un-
derstood prompts Stephen Trevor
to may (vet -1y before ids sister has
time to spark—
"fharo is x.411110 :7;`Iratig''e in the
m•,tt.•r'. 111',, Clark,! T tv0rn,vl 11'
Slade that she vets ,'11111 m,, 11 sero s
illness by wandering ah n bar,h''n'I•
ed without: iioy sort of ;cap,
slid on Cb , f.n1114 nicht, ]Tar can
xiety mode her reckless, and el t
arc, -with tie:' natural eesult of a cO111
fellewr d by fever,"
"Poor girl!' Sylvia r:1s enmtpass-
ionntely. "i will go and see hen' so
once end bring you o full report.
You must he so dreadfully anxious,
poo' old boy! I suppose there is to
doctor's order against visitorst Mrs.
'Clarke?'
"No, ma'am; he ,just said sll , was
to be kept as quiet as possible; but
will -riot know you, and, from what T
can see, all the world might be in
her room without bothering her! Silo
does not take any notice of any of the
flesh -and -blood folic who go n1ar,
batt keep begging piteously for some
imaginary persol to go away,"
Sylvia turns t�o her 'brother but
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11 is really 1;,1. hrr•akw•',
' .1+ 1,•an ,e no,!nlioita.11,
r)1 re'u'se one eatlnai really blame
h.. ill's .81ade for falling ill just now,
a huts it it :about the moat awkward and
nneonifortilblce thing She could have
'ce !s ,tcu•in,�;• into the done,"
lotvin; .voea
ire and does not oat cc• rate orate Miss Clememey looks at the pretty
utt,eal,
She sees this, and with !t petulant speaker with her usual
ittle nal the waiting housekeeper
t'htu•itable comprehension of another
turns to leave the room. As the dem person's point of view. She knows
Oases behind them Stephan misc..; his
that Sylvia Ruthven, as spoiled child
head Hard crus wildly - !'etted sister, and worshipped wife,
"What docs it all mean? What has been spared almost the knowled-
fiend puts all there hideous fa.nrira r;e that disagreeable things exist, and
into my head? Surely she can be she makes full allowance for the
delirious without my thinking -- helpless irritation that finds vent in
Heaven knows what? 1 who know her suggestively spiteful speech; but,
her so dearly! My brave gentle
nevertheless, while_ pitying the one
Nell! 1 am a cur to •dream of di _ girl she stoutly stands up for the
trusting you, and other.
yet—oh, my dear, I don't suppose poor Nellie chose
your mystery is more perplexingthan Box 484 LISTOWEL Phone 246
Paulina's! What is it, Pec]:?" to be 111, Mrs. Ruthven, or that she
A servant has entered with two cr her elf feels very comfortable! Is D. M. SCOTT
three letters and a telegram.
she no Vetter this mroning?" Licensed Auctioneer
"Not a bib!" Sylvia answers dis-
"The letters have been hexa 1.r, PRICES MODEoneer•
day, but the telegram has only lust consolately, and still with that faint Par reference consult any person
come, and Mrs. Clarke thought T had
touch of resentment in her voice. whose sale I have offiriatd at•
better bring it to you," "She does not know any of us! I 61 Craig Street, LONDON
Stephen • turns over the letters, stayed up with her a]] night, you
which are all addresed to Miss Dloke know, and it was too awful to hear c
sets them aside, and, after a second',
her raving., calling out to some one to
hesitation,. opens and reads the tee- `go away." I kept wondering whrrth-
grant, which is dated from South- er she had any real person in her
ttmpton and runs as follows—
had
If so, it was some one who
"Boat in yesterday. Am waiting had fiightened her—some one she
promised telegram, but do not ex- hated with all her heart!" Office Over Standard Bank,
"tiers than 1ik,•lr it is earn r.•• I Phones—Office 200. Residence 65-14
pest to see you here now. Am rather •
seedy, so shall stay the night and fusion --the ghost of shine bewilser- WM. SPENCE
come on to you to -morrow,
Mg book she had read lately!" the
Ethel, Ont.
"Pablo Valdez." elder woman says, with a haste that Conveyance, Commissioner and C, J.
puzzles herself, "I don't think real- Agent for
"any answer, sir?" Peck asks re- ity pursues us into the fever world, The Imperial LiFe Assurance Co. of
spectfully, "I told the messenger whatever poet„ and novelists may fo
to wait." say, T remember when my sister's and
"Quite right; but I am not sure— 11111, hnv hail rent'l,-t fever• he was Ocean Accident Guarantee Corpora.
Stephen pauses, wondering what it t • tion, Limited
haunted by I.0 stnsan Crusoe. with a Accident Insurance, Au nmabile In -
will be best to do in the circumstan-
ces. Evidently the ,new -comer knows (Continued Next Week) Phone , Plate
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nothing of his aunt's disappearance,
though by this time the fact is a mat- W. D. S. JAMIESO N, JA1'I ES ru7'F1liGZEAN
ter of common knowledge ane! coo- MD; CM; LM.CC; .agent Hlll V Mutual Fire Insurance Companv
mon gossip throughout the length , Physician and Surgeon Mao
and breadth of the land. Ought he , Office McFhelvey Block Brussels 8artfartl Windstorm and Tornado Insurance
to tell him the news at once or let I Successor to Dr, White
hits come on in ignorance? At length I Phone 45. Phone 42 1309;1 Turnberry Street Brnssol
he decides on the latter course, F. T. M'RFtE
"He will surely see the papers to-
nightf" he thinks. "I may spare my-
%I, ee H., CienS 9Y Brun ei.. r WOW/7 +. R
self the trouble of breaking them i hr,+cra , tiurgenn Aernu hour ° "
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turd wire in my otvn name for him ritsr,•at re..r: ep« niton . r1 Moly ule t'*uro1 Qs',ys`AP ("P"�ti1�l
ti'illix, ntrret.
to come. It is certainly his right to
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be here now, and I shall be thank- +dP k9"1".WL^:a? 1143
r the
ascsri, BARRISTER, SOLICITOR,
fur to share responsibilities with a ' Bn leg ,rn8r or the crncsrr.: ver ,, .r•
near relative." • 1 ^niteKr Dn••nnd mrrhsoatlr. (05 nn r1. CONVEYANCER, NOTARY PUBLIC
JAMES TAYLOR
Licensed Atut,uu a r .!r County
of Huron. Stth . ,t "1d ,l 10 in all
parts of the county. Satisfaction
Guaranteed, or to, pay. Orders left
at The Post promptly attended to.
Belgrave Post Office.
PHONES:
Brussels, 15-13. North Huron, 15-623
KEMP BROS.
Auctioneers
Auction Sales of all kinds aecepted
and conducted. Satisfaction Guar-
anteed and terns reasonable. Phone
Listowel at 121, 38 or 18 at our ex-
pense,
W. J. DOWD
Auctioneer
Orders left at this office or with
Thos, Miller, Brussels, Phone 16-13
will ensure you •best of services alt
right prices,
C. RAMAGE, D.D.S., L.D.S.
BRUSSELS, ONT.
Graduate Royal College of Dental
Surgeons and Honor Graduate Hui-
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ni' versity of. Toronto. Dentistry in all
• its branches.
stn. A-, M. C. p ,A 4 0,
MD. SUTHERLAND & SON
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LECKIE BLOT, - BttUSSELS
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