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The Seaforth Cr arnery THE BRUSSELS POST oJ� OUR SERIAL STORY The Disappearance f auli a "lake This time the question bring forth no response, so Pablo answer it himself mockingly. "Of course Miss Blake's singular Iy opportune disappearance ha simplified some things, even if it ha , "{ complicated others; but you surely do not think that the mystery can endure for ever or your connection with it never conte to light? You are living in a fool's paradise if you do. Few people know so much as I 1 i i do, Mies Slade, but already there are those who begin to link facts and fancies, to remember, hints, and sug- gest. Only yesterday, n seems, Sir Stephen had a rather painful scene with a certain celebrated: local lady— a Miss Green!" "Harriet Green!" Nell cries. "She spares no one, and would make any cruel suggestion. Perhaps it was she who told you?" "I did not need her help, though I believe the detectives have found her very useful, and it is chiefly ow- - ing to her that the police are on the track of --Miss Slade! Are you go- ing to faint? I thought that your nerves were in better order and that you would rather rejoice to hear there was some prospect of finding Miss Blake." "Miss Blake?" "Why, yes! Were we speaking of any one else?" Valdez inquires, look- ing with an air of exaggerated in- terest into eye: in which fear, horror incredulity, and desperate hope seem struggling for expression. "The • prime occupation of the Cranstone world: is, or should be, the clearing up of this mystery—the discovery of my poor aunt, alive or dead.." "She cannot be dead!" Nellie breaks in fiercely, with real convict- ion in her tone. "Why should she die? What should kill her?" - Pablo shrugs his shoulders. „For that matter, why should she disappear?" he says. "And if any one. had an interest in her disappear- ance it would really be fir easier to kill a robust woman in the prime of life than to abduct her or otherwise. e. cau her to disappear. Indeed e d '1 believe. that these thick-witted pig• headed fools who call themselves de• tcetives are strongly in favour of the murder idea, 'which fact alone would cause me to reject it." "As you do?" Nell asks, forcing the words with visible effort from be- tween her •stiff lips. "As I do entirely!" is the empha- tic answer. "I know my aunt was in dangerous company that night. I•i know that she took her life in her bring own hands when she followed a con- s victed criminal into the darkness of 1 the night. A pretty plucky thing to do, though she did not know—as you s and I do—.that his hands were el - s 1 ready rod with blood!" "You know that?"' Beside her self self with terror, Nell catches despera- 1cly at his coatsleeve as, in one of his 1 \wird fantastic gestures he throws his long arms above his head, "If !you have any pity, if you aro not in deed the fiend you seem to be, you Twill tell me all you know and what you mean!" He laughs, a shrill, elfish mocking 'laugh that half justifies the character she gives him. His eyes glow with triumph in the dim firelight. "Nothing for nothing' is my mot- to!" he says. "You ask a great deal and, unluckily for you, I am not of !a very generous nature. I have noth- ing to give away, but have lots to sell—at my own price! Now, do you think that we can make a deal? Would you like, on quite easy terms to purchase a little peace of mind?" The lips of the troubled girl are dumb; she cannot speak, but he reads aright the promise of the upturned eyes and goes on glibly— "I don't want to drive a hard bar- gain. Just give me the promise you refused Pauling, and I will hand you over far more than she had any power to give, for while she lived you wore in no such deadly strait as you are now." "While she Lived?" Nellie repeats in a strained har d voice that was unnaturally calm. "Docs it mean that to your certain knowledge she is dead?" "Answer my question, and I will answer yours. If I remove the doubt which i, crushing and killing you ---if 1 toll you in full detail all that hap - veiled after Pauline loft the house that night—will you promise to re- lieve Stephen Trevor of his engage- ment to you?" In her burning shame and abject fright Nellie Slade realises that she and pride stave long since, parted company, yet there is a thrill of womanly dignity in her voice as she ".it n is free already., Nothing but hie owns will holds him to his prom- ise." "Say rather the fantastic chivalry which will make him ruin his life rather than seem to desert a woman he has entirely ceased to believe ni!" Pablo corrects. "lith never mina-- ere ina—ere must save him fromn the perils of cut impossible connectti?n 1 Yes 'or no? If I tell you all you want to know, will you follow my instruct- ions?" "How shall I• know you have spoken the truth?" Pablo shrugs his shoulders, "Allow me to correct -my question! When I have proved the absolute truth of my assertion—assured you of a ceetain person's safety — will you promise what I ask?" Por two minutes he doubts how far his triumph can be considered com- plete—doubts what answer the girl will give, for the struggle keeps her dumb and rigid as a statute, Then suddenly the girl cries with bitter helpless passion— ".t have no chofcel I promise everything!" • - f Letterheads Envelopes Billheads And all kinds of Business Stationery printed at The Post Publishing House. We will do a job thatwill do credit to your business. Look over your stock of Office Stationery and if it requires replenishing call us by telephone 81. The Post Publishing Rouse CHAPTER XIV It: is a recognised principle in Cranstone that all those who :ire in trouble or distress should seek help and sympathy- from Miss Clemency Grace, Stephen Trevor ie not a Cransionian, but perhaps the inlluen- co of the place affects him uneon- c"a: i tou,;ly; fur wicen, subduing his pride and wounded feeling, he has buth written and wired to his run- nW y sister imploring her to return, awl 1 re raeing his steps trom the lirtle rustle station postoffice, the thou •;ht of the Icind old- spinster conn s to him, and he turns towards the little house, in which so many Jere hearts have found comfort. "I can speak freely to Miss Clem- ency," he thinks, as he strides along through the gathering dusk. "She is •such a loyal friend, and 8110. seemed so fond of Nell. I only hope that I may find her alone. I could not face a gossiping circle just now, knowing too well what would be the only theme." The experience he dreads is spar- ed him in 0 measure, but not entirely. There is no gossiping circle gathered fn the cosy room that offers such a charming contrast to the great empty Abbey rooms. It:s mistress aoes riot encourage gossip in these dangerous days; but Miss Clemency is not alone. She and'Mrs. Merrit are seated close together bride an entirely neglected tea -table, and from the redness of the one woman's face and the pallor of the other's it is evident that there has been a vehement discussion be- tween them. It scarcely needs the half -guilty confusion with which they both receive him to tell Stephen what the .ubjoct of that discussion has been. But he says nothing. There is nothing he can say, and he is well accustomed to these stabs now. He shakes hands with both ladies, declines the tea his hostess hastens to offer him, and drops into the near- est chair with the dreary conviction that his one gleam of comfort is al- ready extinguished, and a determiner tion to snake his visit as short as civil Sty will permit. As it. happens however he is not the first to go, for Mrs. Merrit, who seems seized :with sudden embarass- mitt, swallows her half -cold tea with nervous haste, then, jumping up, an- nounces that she has forgotten an engagement and must go at once, a statement which Miss Clemency ac- cept, with evident and inhospitable relief. TJp to the moment of her depart- ure they have spoken only of gener- alities -the weather, the Rector's cold, and so on, and no one has even mentioned either Mrs. Ruthven or Nellie Slade; but as she shakes hands with Stephen the Rector's wife says. with sudden determination and a, burning flush on her honest plain face— "You know, whatever happens, you have our warmest, most heart- felt sympathy, Sir Stephen; and I trust you will let nothing and no one come between you and your real I riends !" Not understanding and inevitably suspicious of some cruel meaning, Stephen simply bows with a coldness and reserve. that the good woman re- sents. "Oh, don't think rue hard!" shq cries pleadingly. "I am most miser- able to• lose faith—to think 11 pos- sible that— Oh, I don't know what T am saying! I are so sorry for you —so frightened of what must surely opine!" She goes out of the room after .the last words, overcome by an unmistak- ably genuine distreae and Miss Clem - my utters an impatient exclama- tion and looks with pity at her silent motiouless companion. "It is rather lame in life for Mrs. Merrit to turn hysterical and melo- dramatic," he says, with a forced laugh. "Don't let her upset you, Sir Stephen 1 Sit down again, please !"- Stephen however does not accept the invitation; he still stands, and Mies Clemency thinks she has rarely met the appeal of eyes more Glazed and wretched, more miserably hope- less than those he turns to her, "Why did site say that, Miss Clem- ency?" he asks. "What does she mean?" For a moment or so Miss Clemen- cy hesitates over her answer. It seems such- wanton cruetly to deal this 811•fcicen man another blow; but, on the other hand, since the blow must fall, no hand could deal it more gently than her own. Yes, the will be cruel to be kind, She will tell him the plain •terrtlnlo truth—so far as it is know to her. "I might tell you that I do' not know," she says very gently, "but that would not be time, and it is well, that you should face the .truth. I 0 am glad you are here, glad that I May Speak frenlely to you on the suili- jeOt that fills both our thoughts." "I came here for that purpose," he immure, drawing his hands across WEDNESDAY, MARCH ldth, 182 Con$tipatecl ? Tired Out ? No Energy ? "Fruit -a -rives" gives perfect health MR. B. LOMAY. Montreal, Quo.—"I was always consti- pated, bilious and weary until one day I met a traveller who recommended '.Fruit -a -tires'. I procured some. You would not know me for the same person. I am in perfect health, always energetic. I am happy to congratulate you on your medicine. I recommend it on every occasion" e —Mr, Emery Lemay. "Fruit-a-tives" overcome constipation in nature's surest way. The intensified juices of ripe, fresh fruit, combined with health -building tonics, gently and surely restore natural intestinal action. Be well with "Fruit-a-tives". Try a box -25c and and eoc at all druggists. his eyes, Y I came to ask your ser- vice --.your help—but it seems there is something new." "Yes, something now and terrible —a clanger that threatens Nellie Slade." "That threatens Nell?" "Yes; sit down and listen patient- ly till you know all you can. I will tell you in as few words as possible all that Mrs. Merrit has just told me and all I know and suspect myself." "Suspect!" He echoes the word, with scorn. "Oh, I am not so ignorant es you think of the fact that a cloud of ugly slanders and malicious suspi- cions have been hovering about Nel- lie. lately! Are you too of those who `suspect' that poor girl?" Miss Clemency hestitatos, and her delicate face flushes as she meets the angry flash of the man's eyes, but her own do not quail, and she ttnswers— "Yos and no. Walt"—as he is turning away. "Do not misunder- stand me! I am as true to Nellie as you are, as sure that she is innocent of any real wrong doing; but I feel acutely how natural and logical and how well justified is the suspicion with which all Cranstone now re- gards her, for I think—nay, I know --she has a secret to hide." "You know?" Stephan says, for Miss Clemency has laid emphasis on the word. "Speak plainly now, for Heaven's sake, Miss Clemency! It may be that plain speaking will ex- plain it all." "Ah, how sure I am it would have; done so once!" Miss Clemency cries, with remorseful recollection of the critical moment when, in misplaced delicacy, she stayed the words on Nellie Slade's lips. "Now, heaven grant that it Ipay not be tool ate, for all our little world seems to have gone mad! I am sure poor Nellie has a painful secret, Sir Stephen, be- cituse in her distress she tried to tell it to me." A light of joy shines in Stephen's eyes, and he cries with eager glad- 11055— "And you would not Pe:ten? But she will tell you now." "1 hope so," Miss Clomenry says thoughtfully. "But, as T said, things are changed now, This happened the day before Pauline disappeared," Stephen gives her a quick appeal- ing glance, and his pale face brigh- tens. "Why do you say that?" he asks. "What connection is there between a girl's foolish secret and this hor- rible mystery?" Miss Clemency is not a coward in any sense of the word, but she has to make appeal to her courage before she can answer, "1 do not know what, but I fear there is some connection between the two. I feared it always, and this last news confirms ,1)y hare," "What news Is that?" "It comes through Mrs. Merritt and Harriet Green," Miss Clemency begins, But he cuts her short with a con- temptuous laugh. "The village gossip? The venom- ous old maid I met at the Rectory a few days ago? Surely she had ex- hausted herself in slanders then, and Mr. Merrit assured me that 110 0110 attached the least importance to her vicious ]tints." "Perhaps they did not; but alt any ate they do know that she has ceased to hint and to make definite asser- tion. But, before I tell you what that is, may I ask you a couple of questions?" Stephen nods an impatient assent. •. 4+41, .4.41 0+0 4.6+41. eeialt .s.t• 4, a • • •F F a' o• 111ithe•st irterket 1)i'iCe trail for your Ilene ;: WANTED et ip • • Mc. ` chic offered d this collar exactly an:.wers the le v.1iptiou of 1110 man she: saw in Nellie Slide's company on Christ - Mies Clomency dares not look at him, but hurries; 01), fouling: that if alre wa.11s much longer the task will be beyond her strength. "Ali! That, I fear, is Nellie's ..,,1.,•1 the ; curet that, fee her own . ice, w,. must fosse her to disclose at o1!1e." "Y..,, rhe must speak," the man 1)p re•e.,. "I will go back to the Ab- bey end hear the truth from her own .. - . _._.. bps." Ile is going without further care - many, but Miss Clemency calls him bark imperatively. "You must not leave like that! There is etill my story to hear. It dos not explain much, but it will show you how far circumstances have conspired against Millie and how natural it is that people should sus - pent her." He pauses in the doorway and seems to hesitate. "Do you share that suspicion?" he asks dofinantly. And again Miss Clemency answers bravely— "Yes and no. I am sure she is pure and good, but I fear that in some way she has fallen into the power of some wicked and danger- ous man. Listen patiently, and I will tell you exactly what happened here on Christmas Eve." With that masculine sense of jus tice that can master even rage and pain in a really strong man, Stephen closes the door and comes back to her side. Miss Clemency is mercifully brief.. In the fewest possible words she tells him first of Harriet Green's spiteful triumph in relating the story of Nel- lie's supposed clandestine meeting them. But why do you ask this? ' with a stranger in the Abbey grounds Do you suspect Nellie of murdering and Nellie's confusion and evident my cousin and stealing her jewels?" displeasure at the revelation, though "Oh, hush!? Do not say such she tried to laugh the subject away. things, even in mockery, just now! (Continued Next Week) That box will have to be opened and examined, if what Mrs. Merrit re- NOT HALFWIT. re- ports is true." He: "Mabel says she thinks I'm a "And what is that?" wit » "The story Miss Green is spread- She: "Well, she's half right." ing through the village, on what she calls indisputable authority — the -- --- story - - story that some of Miss Blake's jew- W. D. S. J A M I E S O N, els have lately been offered for sale MD; CM; LM.CC; in London, notably a very peculiar Physician and Surgeon and valuable necklet of large pearls Office Mcleeelvey Blocic, Brussels with a heart -shaped diamond pen- Successor to Dr. White dant." Phone 45. "Pauling had such a collar," Step - T. T. M'RAE "In the first place, their, has your sister left the Abbey?" "Ali, I .thought the mischief would begin soon!" he cries. "Sylvia should be proud of her work. Yes, Miss Clemency it is unfortunately true that Sylvia lits suddenly tired of the sicic-room and the Abbey. She is not of the stuff that nurses are made of, and no doubt the old house is Intol- erably dull. She went off this morning. "So I have just heard, but I hoped it was not true. Now for my other question! Sir Stephen, you know that Miss Blake tools a jewel -case from bank on Christmas Eve? Are you sure of its safety?" This time there is neither reserve nor hesitation in Stephen's reply. "Certainly I am! It is locked up in the great wardrobe in Paulina's room, and further protected by the lawyer's seal, as is every article of value in the house." "That is the box itself. But did you open it? Are you sure of its contents?" "No. It had so evidently not been tampered with, and, nothing in the rooan having been disturbed, we were content to leave things as we found hen says. "If this story is tru,e Miss , Clemency, it means a clue to the M. 6" M. o p • S. o. 10(. 0. H., Village of Braeeela. mystery. We should surely hail it Physician, Surgeon, Aocouchear as good news." Office at residence, opposite Melville Church, "Wait!" Miss Clemency says gent- William street. AUCTIONEERS THOMAS BROWN Soaforth, Ontario Licensed. auctioneer for oountles of Huron and Perth. Immediate ar- rangement: for sale dates can be made by culling The Post, Ilrussels, Charges Reasonable, Satisfaction Guaranteed or no charge:. 16-9. JAMES TAYLOR Licensed Auetici•,•.'r for the County of Huron. 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