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isappearance
of aul na Blake rJ�
whether his faith in the girl he loves
so wildly, and to whom he is prepar-
ed to sacrifice even herself—as she
remembers with a resentful flush •--
has survived the rude shock of Miss
Green's revelation.
As they come in sight of the Ab-
bey gates site takes her brother's
arm.
"Oh, Steve clear, I cannot 'boar
this silence any longer! You must
tell me frankly what you think of all
this!"
The touch and the sound of her
voice bring back the man's thoughts.
He looks in a dazed way at the little
eager face. •
"I beg your pardon, Sylvia!" he
says. "1 did not quite catch your
words. I was thinking—"
"Of course you were!" Sylvia in-
terrupts. "Thinking of what that
horrible woman said; As though one
could think of anything else today!
Oh, Steve, she made me feel so mis-
erable, but you—you poor dear, what
must she have made you?"
"She made 010 very angry, Sylvia,
in which I showed myself a fool,
since, as she is -a malicious and un-
truthful woman whom I could not
punish, she should only have excited
my contempt."
"Oh!" Sylvia cries, and for the
moment says no more; but there is
an accent in •the exclamation that
grates on Stephen's sensitive ear. He
knows his sister so well, her light
changeable nature, and that since
the first news of his engagement she
has never liked Nellie Slade. Sup-
pose she should turn against her
now?
"Sylvia," he begins eagerly. But
his speech ends there, for she is stew-
ing astonished at a rather grotesque
figure that is coming towards -them
from the direction of the house.
"Stephen,- look! it is Pablo!
Fancy his leaving the fireside, when:,
NO shivers all clay long in his astra'h-
an coat, on such a day as this! Why,
he told me this morning that it al-
most killed him to look out of the
window and see the icicles on the
trees! I should think that this wind
would 'finish hen altogether! Some-
thing serious must have happened
at the Abbey. He is evidently in
search of us."
Ile reaches them as she speaks,
breathless and pnntini;, looking un-
happier and more frightened than
ever.
"Why, Pablo, this is a surprise!"
Sylvia says, with her usual flippant
cheeriness. "Have you come out to
Letterheads
Envelopes
Billheads
And all kinds of Business
Stationery printed at The
Post Publishing House.
We will do a job that will
do credit to your business.
Look over your stock of
Office Stationery and if it
requires replenishing call
us by telephone 31.
The Post Publishing House
ea.nm„wee
warm up that chilly blood of yours
with a brisk run, as I have often atl-
vieed you to do, or—"
But Pablo Valdez has recovered his
breath and interrupts her.
"I am so glad you have come," he
says to Stephen. "I have been so un-
easy, so anxious for two of those
detective men are waiting here, and
I think they have news of Pauling."
"Did they tell you so?" Sylvia
puts in eagerly, as without a word of
comment Stephen quickens his step
and this time Pablo answers hex
question, though his eyes still seek
her brother's face.
"No, but they look so much more
important and impatient that they
quite frighten me. They only insist
upon seeing Sir Stephen Trevor and
)Miss Slade."
"Oh!" Sylvia says no more; but
the ejaculation adds another pang to
those that torture her brother.
CHAPTER XI
Shephen goes straight into the lib-
rary, where, the servant informs him,
the detectives are waiting, and Sylvia
tied Pablo show a disposition to fol-
low him, but this he will not permit.
"You shell 'hear evrything pre-
sently," he says, pausing in the door-
way. "I prefer to see these men a-
lone."
With a petulant shrug Mrs. Ruth-
ven enters the morning -room, her
chosen refuge, which now, with its
leaping wood fire and abundance of.
fre h hothouse flowers, looks an in-
viting spot.
She is not however in a mood to
appreciate pleasant things, accus-
tomed as she is to have the wheels of
life run smoothly along a well -kept
toad and to see only smiling and con-
tented fancies about her. She suffers
more than most people would do
from the continual shocks to her
nerves as well as appeals to her feel-
ings, and is conscious of an ever-in-
creasing desire to escape from the
mysteries and suggested horrors of
her present life. She is not altug•eth-
cr selfish, only spoiled and intensely
se it ah;roa'hed,
She really loves her brother, and
pities him intensely in his present
trouble, though she finds com`brt '11
the reilcetiOn that he bits in a Mea-
sure brought it on himself by hie im-
prudent choice; but she has litt'e or
no sympathy with Elinor Slade. who
I may be supposed to stiffer at tenet
as much.
Indeed the vague imatiene-' and
resentment elle has felt For the girl
is changing to a stronger and more
dauge"on: feeling as she recalls Ilatr-
e:et Green's malicious words.
"I wonder what it all means," she
says as she throws her furs impat-
iently aside and sinks into a huge
luxurious chair that well nigh ewe -
tomes iter up. "Is there freih and
worse trouble. in store for poor
Steve? I almost thin: there is, 'roc1
perhaps I should be thankful that it
has come now instead of after the
=triage, It would be awful to
have these people matte their discov-
eries about Lady Trevor, whereas
Elinor Slade — It It seems quite
wicked to suspect her of wrong -doing
all the sante, but, after all, what do
we really know -abou':t her?"
"Ah!" comes in an unexpected
voice. "That is what I have always
longed: to know, but have never dar-
ed to ask you. 13e kind to mo, cou-
sin Sylvia, and tell me. about Miss
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P;e tent, Pablo! For good 11P,:'
d(e, u,nl' out or the colorer and sit
town like 0 Christian If you went to
('re)'. a-('xamine toe!"
He obeys so fair as taking a low
'•hair is concerned, but does nos, seem
In talc.s her rebuke to Ileau't, Lean -
nig forward, his legs crossed, hie
long brown hand'. clasped on his
knee, and his restless eyes eagerly
searching her face, he repeats his
question.
"Who is Miss Slade? Of course I
know she is going to marry my
cousin Stephen, or would have mar-
ried him but for this dreadful bus;.
tress, but who i5 she?' Where does
she come from? And why did the
live with aunt Pauline, instead of
with you, when she was so soon to
beemne your brother's wife?"
Syli'ia flushes and answers teat,
ly.-
"You ore very curious, Bathe. I
do not s(e that these purelp family
arrangements can iete1 (8'. Or con •
cern you,"
"Oh, they do!" puts In the other
quickly. "Don't be angry with me,
Sylvia! Help rte, rather, for yen
are my only hope. I have not said
much of my sorrow all thea•, deys,
but I think if some discovery is not
made 500 1 shall go mad."
Mr's. Ruthvon's face softens; her
easily -stirred feelings respond with
a quick sympathy to this appe'tl,
"1 did not know you suffered so
much, Pablo," she says kindly. " ion
must have grown very fond of Paul-
ing when she was with you.'
The young man laughs very odd-
ly and bitterly, Sylvia thinks.
"I don't suppose any one else ever
loved her so well—certainly no one
was ever so good to me or had such
tt right to my regard," he says.
"You see 1 ant not quite approc!at-
ed at hone, cousin Sylvia. I mn the
black sheep of a highly respectable
:fancily, and perhaps for that ceaeon
aunt Pauling likes me the best."
"Very likely. I don't think Paul-
ine. was ever partial to milksop good -
nets, though she was supposed to be
excessively proper herself."
"Supposed?" young Valdez ech-
oes interrogatively.
"Was, of course! I do not know
why T used 'the other word. But I
can quite understand that you and
she had much 111 common and chum-
med up at once. You even look a lit-
tle like her at times."
"So silo always said," Pablo agrees
listlessly, "though T take more after
my fa'ther's family than either Gose
or Miguel and Paquita is quite a fair
little English girl. My mother made
sere she would be aunt 'PaUhlla'a
favourite, but, to everybody's disap-
pointment, the choice fell upo'1 rte.
Tt was T she liked best at Santa
Clara; it was I she brought he/no—
te find her vanished! Do you wonder
that I mu',t make it the duty of my
life to find her or to avenge hors'
"My dear boy, of course not''
Sylvia answer's, wi'tit 1101'VOUl hrete.
"Of course you will do --we are all
doing ---everything that, can be (lone
to solve the dreadful my dory.
Stephen would be, T mn sure, quite
hurt and angt'y if he thought you
suspected any laxity on his eitr"
She looks across, expecting him to
t'epudiate the idea, but he doe, not
spear( or look up, His head i. hewed
over his clasped hands.
"I really believe you have some
such absurd fancy!" she erica, with
a sarcastic smile: "You think we 011
neglect our duties and forget. Paul-
ina—that you alone are true to her
memory. Yes, I see you do. Upon
my word, we ars* very much
obliged!"
He does not resent her tonic, bus
says piteously--
"Be patient, cousin Sylvia; 1 am
so unhappy, and I never doubted
you."
"Is it Stephen you suspect, then ---
Stephen, who neither eats nor sleeps
, .
nor allows himself a moment's,., res:
or recreation, but walks about look•
Ong like ,his own ghost?" Mrs' Ruth -
von que'sti'ons implacably. "Step 'en
Who is even now closeted with the
detectives---"
"Who have come to examine him
about Miss Slade!" Pablo breaks
"Do yon think he will re -Member
aunt Pauline's interest when it may
clash with that of the woman who,
for all wo know, may have done her
some foul wrong? Do ,You thiole he
will even listen. patiently if they 101 -
gest such a suspicion to him?"
This Modern Life!
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Produce Cone
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Indoor 0.0511, soft, 51'1;1 foodo,
lack of exercise ingx it t,urbn,lily
functions. The snnet common
evidence is constipation. Normal
intestinal activity, denied to
most of us by our way of living,
is restored and maintained by
"Fruit -a -deco," made of the
juices of fetish,ripefruit,blended
with health -building tonics,
25c and 50c a bon.
"Good heaven:., no, Pablo!" Sylvia
cries, looking, as she feels, thorough-
ly alarmed and very indignant." It
is unlikely that he—that any malt in
his position would? Why, just now
at the Rectory there has been a per-
fectly awful scene because sortie
meddling mischievous old maid there
broadly hinted that she thought
Elinor Slade a doubtful sort of per-
son!"
Pablo Valdez throws back ,is head
and laughs harshly.
"You speak of my friend, Mb'
Green, do you not? She has helm d
me not a little, and this is no fancy
born of my affec'ti'on or my fear.
Others, who have only a tenni• 11:-
terest in aunt Paulina's fate, sitare
the suspicion that behind all this
mystery there lurks a crime, and that
perhaps the blackest, the worst of
n11-"
As he crouches in his corner, draw-
ing his loose cloak around him, he
looks, Sylvia thinks, a sinister and
fateful figure that at once alarms
and fascinates her, for she has hith-
erto only noticed him as a chilly,
sulky, rather characterless boy.
"You are horrible!" she cries,
with a shiver. "You seem so sure
Pauling is not playing a trick on us
—0e 1 tun still trying to hope --that
you almost make me share your---
ito. no, not suspicions!"
She corrects herself quickly as he
laughs again. "I spoke only of your
fears. You think your aunt is—"
"Dead! I am sure •of that, aril of
something more than that, cerosin
Sylvia. I saw and ,:-poke to her last
night and the night before!"
13ut this calm assertion of an ob-
vious impossibility is more than M's.
Ruthven's nerves or temper can
stand. Site springs from her seat.
"You have seen Pauling? 'V nu
have spoken to her? How dare y('t,
joke on such a subject?"
"It is no joke," Pablo answer: le
lits 'tired way. "I saw her as pla sly
es I see you. We spoke together as
you and I are speaking now, btu it
was in a. dream."
"A dream!"
lIrs. Ruthvcn drops back to her
chair with an oxpreesion of resent
meat and relief.
"Why it is next door to a ,joke and
Snell bhings are, I think, in the horse
possible taste!"
. "You do not tinderetauul, all s1,
of course you are angry --that is
quite natural," Pablo says gravely;
"hut we do not snake a joke of our
dreams in Santa Ciente-not of sued
dreams as that, for we. knew they
are sent to help us,"
Sylvia tries to speak scornfully.
"Thee you trust be a drem;fully
superstitious set, and at least a cen-
tury behind our 'sceptical modern
spirit, in Santa Clara! Pray what
was this wonderful (1re9111?"
He looks at her al111l' " le, as
though trying to read her thoughts.
to see how far he might carry his
confidence.
"You will not like il," he begins
hesitatingly, "not knowing as well
as I know, or at any rate believe with
all my heart, that it is a revelation.
You may even resent it because it
casts a slur, a doubt on one of your
idols.''
"My idols! I am not a pagan, i.f
,you (11e1 1 have no idols!"
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She shrugs her shoulders and r'e-
plies---
"I ale not a gushingly 'iffce..ion-
ato person. Apart from Stephen,
whom I don't suppose you mean to
Impeach, even in dreams, and my
husband, whom you do not know, and
Dick and Marjorie, my little chicks,
I can scarcely say any one is dear to
mel"
"Not Miss Minos Slade?"
As Pablo puts the blunt question
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lu' stare) at Sylvia. with a 1111;terful
yet entreating; earnestness.
"Ni, certainly not!" she cries. "I
liked her once, before she ,tole my
brother from me, when she w'a= just
a nice, pretty well-bred girl, divot, d
to my children, and grateful for a
happy home. It was however never
more than liking, and, t.hougn for
Stephen's sake I have tried. to cult.
vote a sisterly affection, I neither
really love not entirely trust her
now." She draws a long breath and
Tooke at the. attentive creole. "l
have never admitted as much as that
to any human being, not even to 111y
llushcind or even to myself, s:1
adds. "What tragic did yo we
to make me speak?"
"I do not know," he rephi.5 pt
!ng his sling -brown hand before his
eyes, as though to brush away some
misty vision. "There is sometiilm, 01
it stronger than either of us. But I
am frightening you!" i o 'gays hast-
ily'. "I did not mean to do that. I
11111 gt•nteful for your frankness, cou-
sin Sylvia. It is a great help to ley
task.
"Your task?"
"The task of avenging aunt Paul
inn's death! The task of bringing her
murderer to justice!"
The words are grim and menacing
enough, the speaker's manner ie more
menacing still ,but the scream that
comes from Sylvia's lips is provoked
by neither of these but by an appari-
tion that emeroges from the shadows
and seems at first —to her excited
fancy—alarmingly supernatural. till
on nearer view it resolves itself into
the personality of het brother and
straightway becomes alarming and
disconcerting in another fashion.
He has evidently heard the last
words, perhaps more, and appears to
be both wounded and angry. His face
looks white and stern, and. he _peaks
in sharp tones of contempt.
"You use big words to describe
the task you take upon youself Sen-
or Valdez, though I thought that I
and others were doing our best to
execute it. But this is by the way.
You will of course do your daty ie
the matter, and, Heaven knows, 1.
shall welcome any help. I only want
•(ictdua :1seorch 1111+1 may 1 'T1 11,
d'•o"ner,i•� 01',11-„tdi,•r un-v,';<u111e.
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"Pablo, for pity's sake. be cath.
1'nl" Sylvia interjects with haste, for
son•thina in Stephen's face crakes
her heart leap. "You don't know
what you are saying. Stephen, he
is beside hinl:1•11' with grief and mis-
ery. He is such a stranger to us and
our ways—such a boyl"
(Continued Next Week)
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CANADA IS FOURTH
IN RUBBER INDUSTRY
a
Phenomenal Advance Noted by Hon.
James Malcolm,
Montreal, Feb. 15—Today Canada
had become the fourth rubber manu-
facturing country of the wand, and -
was now exporting rubber products
to the value of $30,000,000 anrual-
ly, though the raw produ"t came
t'rom countries to which the Domin-
ion was exporting the manufactured
commodity, declared Hon, :fames
Malcolm, Minister of Trade and
Commerce, in an address at the an-
nual banquet of the Canadian Rub-
ber Association.
"The development of the rubber
•• et: -try 1± Canada," the sn(:a11 r
continued, "is probably the best
available illustration of the fact that
where there is a need in a country
for a commodity, and therefore an
extensive potential market, there
the manufacturing of the product
will develop even though it is neces-
sary to transport the raw materials
from the four corners of the globe."
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