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Then, after talking eagerly of h
boundless wealth, th'e beauty
his ' estate, the number of h
horses, Francis Haye exclaimed
"And to think that he shou
•Dome to see us !"
Violet remembered her promise
she knew; that Sar Owe
would probably Ball abou
one o'clock. Soon after neo
the put on her garden hat, and, wit
• out saying a word, went out int
the woods, where no one could se
bier and no servant could be sen
after fuer. She sat there thinking
thinking of how Felix loved her, an
stow sweet it was to be loved—tell
Ing herself that she would not ex
change his love for the world.
Why did he dislike Sir Owen s
much ? Why, was lie so anxious fo
her 'to be away during the baronet'
visit ? She had never loved Fell
better than she did that morning a
she sat thinking of him ; her hear
Warmed to flim—his great love ha
touched her at Last. She would no
!go back home until after two ; th
' baronet could not prolong his visi
beyond an hour, she thought.
As she entered the house she saw
her mother watching eagerly for her
at the dining room window. She went
to her at once. The moment she
opened the door she heard the bar-
onet's voice.
Good morning, 'Miss Haye. I was
just saying that, after my long ride
over, I would not go away without
seeing you, if I had to stop here
until midnight."
She looked up at him in simple
surprise.
"I thought that it was m'y father
you wanted to see, Sir Owen."
Be laughed; in was somewhat
disconcerted at her answer.
"Did you not kee that that Was
an'y excuse for coining to see you ?"
he saki.
Violet turned away, while Fran-
cis B'aye and his wife looked at
each other. The baronet sat down
again ; nor did he leave until long
after three. He talked of all kinds
of things which he thought would
Interest Francis Haye. His last
word was listened to with intense
admiration by those children of
Mammon. Then, • after promising to
send grapes and choice fruit—af-
ter offering all kinds of favors—he
Went away. Violet was compelled
to . go to the garden gate with
him. He asked her, and Mrs. Haye
anslt-,ered for her. ;
"What a very good-natured,
friendly neighbor !" said Francis
Haye, as he, with; his wife, watch-
ed the baronet mount his. horse.
Els wife turned to him with a
face 'that quivered with' agitation.
"Hells worth lortyt thousand a year
—.forty! thousand ! If you are a wise
t,.inan you will not say one word,
Frerichs Haye—not one word ; if
you do, g;ou will spoil it all."
So when Violet returned, half
'Breading the debate she felt sure
'must follow, there was no reference
made to the baronet or his visit, save
that, in general terms, lier father
expressed himself much gratified.
'The only perceptible difference was
that the girl's parents treated her
with even greater deference and af-
fection than before.
That night —it was a lovely' night
In May Violet, sitting with her par-
ents, heard a signal that she knew
• well.
Them was a quick beating of her
heart, a thrill ran through leer veins
—Felix was outside.
"How- the leaves tap the window!"
said Mrs. H.aye. "It is growing late;
we Wilt - have the shutters closed."
Violet hastened away', ostensibly to
see that her mother's wishes were
obeyed, but hi reality to see if Felix
were outside. 1
How lovely/ the eight was! The
world lay; calm and smiling under.
Vise light Of the moon ; the ,soft breeze
brought the scent of pink hawthorn
to the hedges, of the clover in the
meadows, of the violet in the words.
violet went quickly out, and titers,.,
'by the great lilac bushes, stood Felix.
S1ie, bad no time 'to remonstrate, for
he bad clasped her in his arms as
though nothing but death could part
them.
Did I frighten you, sweet ? I
hope not—I leave but five minutes
to spare."
" Wiil you not came into the
house, Felix ?" she asked.
"No. I have but five minutes, and
I want to spend them with; you.
I ought hot to have run over, but
I could not help it—I could not
rest. I ;want to know if you saw
that man to -day, and what he
said to you. Yes, I know," he con-
tinued, "that I am jealous. Never
mind that, sweet. Jealousy is a con-
suming fire. I could not rest, I
could net sleep. I have tasted no
food —my very, life has seemed to,
be leaving tam. I felt that I must
run over—that I must hold you in
my arms, kiss your lips, hear you
say that you love me, or the fire
;would destroy me."
Once more his great leve mas-
tered her—once more the mighty
'passion in him seemed to make her
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"Tell me about it, sweet," he said.
Looking into his handsome face,
his lovelit eyes, she .could not say,
many words which would hurt 'him.
"There is little to tell you, Felix,"
she replied. "I went out soon after
twelve ; I did not return until after
two. Then he was still here. He went
away soon n..fterward."
"Did he talk much to you, Violet?"
"No ; be talked to my father," she
answered.
He drew her nearer to him.
"He has not taken one thought,
one word, ono look, one emile•froni
me, has he, sweet ? Oh, my darling, if
I could take you where your beauty
could gladden no eyes but my own!
It ,seems to me, Violet, that this fev-
er of longing is burning my heart
away. Will the longed -for time
never come ?"
"Yee, ft will Dome," she replied; and
this time she did not add her usual
remark—"I have pot quite promised.
you know."
She was sorry, for him. She could
not quite understand his feelings.
but she had some dim perception of
what he suffered, of the torture of
his love and jealousy', of the great-
ness of his love. She saw such pain
in his face and in the trembling of
of his lips) that she did what she had
never voluntarily done before—she
caressed him of her own free will;
she laid her hand on the cluster-
ing hair, and drew; his face down to
hers. She turned her sweet lips to
him.
"You' need not fear, Felix," she
whicpered, "I love you—no one but
you r"
"That was 'worths walking a hun-
dred miles for," he said. "If you
are so kind to' me, 'Violet, I am
afraid that 1 shall run over every
night, I would walk all day and
walk all night for the chance of
hearing such words."
The dew was falling, and th'e
fragrance of the lilac floated
round 'them.
"I must not stay, Felix," she
murmured.
"No; I will not ask you'. My
darling, say only once more tome
the words I love to hear—say, 'Fe-
lix, I /belong to you.' Say it, Via -
let 1" he added, with; sudden pas-
sion.
"Felix, I belong td you," she
whispered, and he was content.
Be touched the lilac flowers with
his hand.
"Darling," he said,. "I shall love
every lilac that blooms because it
will remind Inc of this night and
of you. See, there are dew -drops an
your hair ! You .must not stay,
sweet ; you may go in Violet. You
will repeat my name before you sleep
to -night, and when you wake you
will say„ `Felix—I love Felix, and
will be true to him',' "
"Yes," she answered.
He touched the little goldeci chain
that she wore around her neck.
"1 wish I were dial' chain. I wisn
I were this golden ring! of hair that
11es On your face. I. wish—oil, Violet,
I am mad with wIilhing—mad with
longing ! But I love yell, so dearly."
In another minute he was gone.
The noon was shining, thcfl dew lay
upon the Mice, and Violet stood
alone, her heart beating as it had
never beaten before.
"After alt it is to better to be
loved than to be rich," she thought
—"it is better to havo love than; rich-
es. I—i wish that I had always been
kinder to Felix; but I did not think
—I did not understand."
She stood for some minutes while
the western wind cooled the hot
flush on; her face„ and she became
calmer as sho watched the; pale light
of the moon.
"There is nothing like love," she
repeated , "and there never yet' was
any love like his for me."
If the girt''e father and .mother sns-
pected anything they mode no sign,
they said no word, and Violet wa+i
grateful.
It happened three dayis later that
Felix, finding he had a leisure hour
ha the afternoon went over to The
Lintas. He took with him a little bou-
quet of roses; they were the first
choice ones that he had seen, and he
knew- that Violet loved roses. He
found her at home, and he was re-
ceived with civility, though not with
warmth, by Iter parents. Violet was
pleased with the roses. She praised
them—teh,e buried her face in them,
and Felix wislhed with all bis heart
that he were one of them.
While be sae there a box came from
the Hall. Franale Haye was excited
about it. It mot be opened at once
weld not imagine what it con-
tained.. Felix, Differed to help, and his
offer was eagerly accepted. The
first thing they saw was a magnifi-
cent bouquet—testail a bouquet as had
never been seen in Liifordthe con-
servatories tenet have been robbed
to provide it. There were camellias,
red and white, gardenias, stephano-
tis, white heath, heliotrope, lemon -
scented verbena the rarest and
loveliest flowers that grew.
A little white eaid was at
the side of it—a, card which
bore the hackneyed quotation,
"'Sweets to the sweet,' Fee miss
]aye, with Sir Owen C1leveeix's
compliments."
Violet gave a little cry, of rle:ight
when she saw It. Mrs, Illayo took
It up in her h,anclsc and, turning it
round, said in a most impressive
voice
"This is worth five guineas at
least."
Tien they, uncovered several bunch-
es of superb grapes, some fine peach-
es and ap,rioots--delicacies such as
previously Violet had only heard
mentioned—also a dozen bottles of
choice Madeira for Mr. Haye.
'It is very kind of him," said Fran -
Cis Saye—"wonderfully kind. I have
never met with any one so generous."
And Felix, who was far above all
Ignoble jealousy joined in the praise
of the baronet, But when Violet
stood at the garden gate alone with
him lie said, half sadly;
"What does it all mean, Violet ?,
I cam not understand it."
For to Ills mind, so brave, so noble,
so incapable of meanness or wrong,
it had not yet occurred that any man
could deliberately try to take ltisbe-
trothed wife from him. He would
have scorned the notion. He never
even so faintly suspected it until it
was too late. But as he stood
there—and it was only natural —
there case to him for a mo-
ment apassionate tonging for
wealth. If be could only make such
retseunpackis as those he had just helped
to !
"Violet," he said, half sadly. "I am
afraid my rotes seen; very poor and
trifling by the skis of all Sir Owen's
magnificence. My darling, if I could
coin my hear't's blood into gold and
lti'tvdeh it upon you I would do so.
, My poor rowel'
She laughed a law, rippling laugh
that sounded very sweetly to t him.
"Those beautiful flowers will stand
in mamma's favorite old dhina bowl,"
sll•e said. "Look where one of your
rases is"—pointing to the bodice of
her dress; "they shall change places
If you like."
A passionate embrace was Felix
Lanisdale's only response, and as he
walked home that night he felt that
he was the happiest man in the
world.
CHAPTER XIrI.
There was no place in Eng-
ld
laud prettier
pr church, at n Lilford. theoIt
was an Did Norman edifice,
with quaint square towers and a
harmonious peal of bells. The church
stood on rising ground, and behind
it was a grove of oak trees—fine
old spreading oaks, that had seen
many generations of men and wo-
men come and go. Great green hills
stretched out on either side—hills
with quiet little hamlets nestling on
their wooded slopes; little old-
world villages were dotted around,
and the old church stood up royally
on the hillside. The walls were
gray, and covered with ivy; the old
windows were of stained glass; ivy
covered the square towers; the old
porch with its stone seat was a mar-
vel of architecture; the path that
led to it wag bordered by lime -
trees; Look where ono would one
saw nothing but ripples of foliage
and a gold -green light.
Sunday in Lilford was a day that
would have charmed a poet. The
very spirit oil peace and rest seem-
ed to brood over the earth, while
the sweet chime of the Sabbath bells
sounded through the venerable oaks.
So long as he coti.ici remember,
Felix had always walked home with
Violet from church ; when! they were
children they ran down the 'lolls
in very gladness of heart, hut now
they walked sedately, Felix almost
forgetting tate beauty of the fair
world around him, a.. he looked into
the beautiful face of the young girl
by his side, Violet faintly conscious
of the admiring glances that came
from all Siete, yet really trying with
all her heart to disregard them be-
cause it was Sunday.
It would _hardly have ,seemed like
Sunday to Felix If this privilege had
been withdrawn, He went, as usual,
on the first Sunday in June, when
the old Church was looking its fairest
and the sunlight on *the oak trees
was wonderful to see. There was
Violet, Ler beautiful facto shining, he
thought, like tile face of a,n angel ;
there was Evelyn, looking like a fair,
meek .saint. Groat was his surprise to
see Sir Owen Chevenix also. It was
the first time that, he had trade his
appearance at oliureh, and the con-
gregation was just a little excited
about it. Dr. Hunter, on Boeing him
there, fondly fancled that it was due
to tho fame of his effeativo preach-
ing. Lady ILo:fe ,su,spected that the
charming Lavinia had 'lural hint
there, but the vic;tr',s wife, shrewd
Mrs. Rueter, sighed and smiled.
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to heeselfis toandhen old theyreproacory," she heat
herself for the thought and applied
herself to the Psalms.
Felix did not think touch about the
matter. Ile was not ashamed to
bow his handsome head, and join
With all his heart in the beautiful
Wolds of the service; but when it
Was all over he Hastened to meet
Violet. She was stanching with her
mother, and, to hist surprise, Sir Owen
Ch,ovenix was *talking to them, He
gave a careless nod to Felix, but
continued talking.
"I bog that you Will let me drive
you house, Mrs, ll•aye," he was say-
ing. "To toll you the truth, I or-
dered niy carriage oe purpose—I did
Indeed. It is a lovely neorning,
and if you will permit it, we will
drive round by Queen's Ash."
Ilio did not look at Violet as he
spoke. Ile know that whatever her
mother chid she inuatt do. Felix bee
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taker: her hand. Ile did not care if
all the world heard what he had to
say.
"You will not break through the
old custom of walking, home with me,
Violet, or, rather, of allowing we to
walk home with you ?"
Sh•e looked from one to the other
with real distress In her face. Sir
Owen c'itt not even glance at her; be
ktlo\v that his cease; was safe in Mrs.
Hayo',4 hands.
"Violet." eaid Felix, "yon cannot
hesitate ;" a,nd the girt stool looking
at hint while her mother cold :
"Really, I do not know what an -
swear to give you, Sir Owen. I do not
know what people will easy."
"Wily, what doe that matter, Mns.
Haye?'' i
`'WF1I, you see, Sir. Owen, Lilford is
a email !dace, and 'everybody' knows
"everything.''
"MY dear lady, what"can it matter
If all the world knows' of this? I
shall be very prond of the honor, I
assure. you. letey IRofie would not re-
quire eo much pressing,"
The last words, vulgar as was the
spirit which. dictated them, quite de-
termine»' Mrs, Haye. Evidently, if she
thiel not go with him, 11e would drive
Lady Ro:fe and her daughter. She
simpered a little.
"Sino" you are 1-o kind, we will ac-
cept your offer," she said. "It will
certainly be very pleasant. I always
tell Mr. Haye that the• one thing I
want to make me pertee.tle happy is
a carriage. Now, Violet."
" Violet will allow me to escort
her, Mrs. Hoye," suggested Felix.
" Oh, no," replied Mrs. Ilaye, "Vio-
let must come with mo ! I cannot
go alone and leave Violet with you.
Another time, Felix, you shall be her
escort. Sir Owen has been kind
enough to order his carriage for us ;
it would be really' impolite to refuse.
We will say good -morning to you
now." And site watched him while
he shook hands, first with her and
then with Violet.
His handsome young face had
grown white even to the lips ;` but
what could lie do? Ile was a gen-
tleman ; he could not make a
"scene"; ho could not take the girl
from her mother's side against her
will ; he had no carriage with roan
steeds, and coachmen and footmen in
livery. What could he do? Only one
Thing. If Violet was to go in the
carriage, he himself would put her
Into it. The baronet's hand should
not touch even his darling's dress.
So he walked by her side down the
avenue of limes, and they reached
the high -road where the carriage
stood. There were many curious eyes
watching them. Lady Rolfe and the
fair Lavinia. looked on in angry in-
dignation.
What does 'that girl mean by
encouraging Sir Owen ?" said the
mother. "Surely one lover ought
to be enough for her. Felix Lons-
dale must be blind."
"Perhaps the can not help him-
self, mamma; returned the philo-
sophical daughter, and in that she
was right.
When Felix h'ad helped 'Violet into
the carriage, he bent over her to
arrange :her dress.
"Darling, :you would sooner have
walked home with me, would you
not ?"
"Yes, I would," she replied; and
after that the disappointment •
was
not quite so hard to bear. He had
one satisfaction ; he turned away
without a word or a bow to Sir
Owen.
"This is pleasant," said Mrs.
Ilaye, as the carriage rolled swift-
ly along the high -road. "Violet, of
all the luxuries of life, give me a
carriage."
The luxury and grandeur were
certainly very pleasant, while the
novelty delighted Violet.
(Tho be Continued.) . •
RESTLESS AND CROSS.
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Port Hill, P. E. I. ,who says ; "My
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REAtt)IN(i IN BED.
Frank T. Biilion, the novelist, says
in the London Mail:
" With all due deference to elms
expert opinion in your columns, may
I state that I Have never since I
wast 12 years old read at any length
anywhere else. At 14041., before the
mast, and oven as an officer, road-
ing anywhere elso is, if not an im-
possibility, a most diffienit busi-
ness en account of the light.
"If reading in bed is a disease,"
Mr. Mullen 'continues, "I have it very
badly, 'buts 'to it I ow;e, till I .know,
As to its effect upon the eyes, I
will not dogmatize.; I may be an ex-
ception, but at tt years of age my
eyes are as keen as ever they were,
end I read in bed every night. As
to danger—well, if a man le so mad
las to' go to bed with a candle of
his 'cheat he would burn sooner or
later, reading or not." ,
THE GRIP AGAIN,
1 This Dangerous Epidemic has
• Made Another Appearance..
A Suggestion as to How to Guard
Against the Trouble and its Perste
cions Alter .Effects.
Every winter influenza, or, as it
is more generally known, 'the grip!
makes its appearance in Canada -4
Every fewi years it spreads and as-
sumes alarming proportiotse. From:
all appearances this is one of the
years in .which it will seize upon
a great number of victims, for,
every day new cases are reported.
As in scarlet and typhoid fever, the
after effects of grip are often,
worse than the disease itself. Tho
sufferer is left with a debtivta.ted
system, short of breath upon the
slightest exertion, subject to head-
ache and heart palpitation, affect-
ed by every change in the weather.
and in a physical conditiou to Vi -
site the attack of more serious
diseases, such as pneumonia and
consumption.,
A 'timely suggestion as 'to haw;
to enable' the system to resist the
inroads of the grip and its after.
effects, is given be Mrs. Emma Douc-
cett, St. Eulalle, Que., Who says: "I
had an attack of the grip, which
left Inc a sufferer from headache,
pains in the stomach and general,
weakness. I used several medicines,
but found nothing to help mo until
I began to take Dr. Williams' Pink
Pills.. When I began to take these
pills I sees very much run down,
and very weak, but they soon be-
gan to help zne, and after using:
them a few' weeks R was not only!'
as .well as ever, 'but gained in flesh
as well. I can hardly tell you how
pleased I am with. Dr. 'Williams'
Pink Pills, for I was feeling very'
hopeless •when I began their use."
These pills cure by making news
rich, red 'blood, thus strengthening
every part of the body and enabling'
it to throw off diseases. ]:on cant
always avoid imitations by seeing
that the full name, "Dr. Williams'
Pink Pills for Pale People," is print-
ed on the wrapper around every;
box.. Sold by all medicine dealers or
sent post paid at AO cents a box lox
six for $2,0 by writing to The
Dr. Williams' Medicine CO., Brock-
ville, Ont.,
THE DISCOVERY OF RADIUM.
Experiments With Becquerel Rays,
Which Gave Radium to World.
Thoi
Iztve�Gt ga.tion's which resulted
in the detections of Becquerel rayls
began soon alter ere diseovere! of,
the X-rays, and were intimately!
connected with it. In the early; days
of Roentgen rays, there were many
facts which suggested that phos-
phorescence h.a.d something to do
with the production ,of these rays.
It occurred to several French phy-
sicists that X-rays might be pr o-
f odu'ced iL ph osp h o reseant sub-
eantes were exposed to sunlight in-
stead of to the electrical action of
a Crookes tube. Prof. Henri Becquer-
el, of tthe, University; of Paris, uv.•
dcrtook experiment -.s to test this
supposition as .early as 1806, only
a few mnmths atter X-rays had been
discovered. Among the swbstancos
used in these experiments, was one
containing tho ;metal uranium. This
was placed upon, a photographic
plate, which had filet been wrap-
ped in biaek paper in order to pro-
tect it Iron' the light. After the
plate had etaad in bright sunlightt
for several pours, it was removed
from its paper coffering anil devel-
oped. A islight trace of photographic.
action waw' found a,t those parts
of the plate directly/ beneath the
uranium, just as Becquerel had ex-.
pected. It was clear that rayls 01.
sono kind were being produced that
wore capable 3 passing through •
black paper. Lin'ce the X -rayls were
the only omens then known to possess
this power, it seemed as though the '
problem of Producing X -rayls by, sun-
light' 'woe ,solved.
Then came the fortunate accident.'
After ser-eral plates had been pre-;
pared for exposure to sunlight, a'
storm carne up anis the experiment; ,
had to he pectponod for eevoral days.
When the work was resumed, the
plates had been' lying in the dark
room iso long that thee, might easily
have deteriorated in some way; se
that it seemed hardly safe to use
then", ibit, instead of Minnie throw-
ing the plates away, Becquerel for-
tunately developed them., thinking;
thatoeme. action might possibly have
taken pine in the dark. The result
was that he obtained better plc -
tures' than before. The exposure to
,sunlight, which had been regarded
415 eseentiai to the success of the
former experiments, had really had
nothing at all to do with tae mat-
ter. The essential thing was the
presence of turaniunt ; anti the photo-
graphic effects were not duo to X-
rayns, but to Becquerel rays. There
were many long and difficult stepts
to take before even our present th--
complete knowledge of the subject
could be reached ; but dile fortunate
accident was the beginning of the
Iong series of experiments which
have already led 1p the d!nsoovery of,
the new element radium, and which
bid fair to revolutionize roma of
the most f nidlamental conceptions of
phy,si,ca anti chemistry.—Frees "The
Ne'w' Element leadisue" by Ernest
Merritt in the Rt.: nary) Century;. ;
Wagg—D'Auber says he woiil<l
mulch rather paint a vivid street ,
scene /thnan a placid landscape. ;'"Fagg
—Yes, I've noticed he's fond of paint.
Ing the (town red, ,