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The Hidden Hour
BY J. B. HARRIS-BURLAND
CHAPTER IV.-(Cont'd,)
It was a beautiful room --this bed-
room that her husband had furnished
for her in the first flush of his suc-
cess. The- thick carpet and curtains
were grey, and all the furniture was
modern black lacquer covered with lit-
tle Chinese scenes and figures in gold.
The ceiling was a pale grey and all
the woodwork had been painted a deep
orange. The dressing -table sparkled
with gold and crystal, A bright log
fire was burning in the grate, as
though some servant had only just at-
tended to it. The walls had been.
painted a pale reddish yellow, that re-
lieved the" sombreness of the grey and
black. The man who had designed it
had said that it was "all darkness and
flame." And later on Ruth had said
to herself, "The flames 'leave died out
and only the darkness remains!'
The same thought might have oc-
curred to her again, as she looked
round the room, if she had not had so
much else to' think about. As a mat-
ter of fact she was looking for some
place where she could hide her torn
coat and her ruined hat -some spot
that would riot be too obviously a hid-
ing -place. She was afraid to put the
things away in a trunk. There was
just a remote chance that she had al-
ready aroused her husband's suspi-
cions, that he might even ask to see
the hat and the coat -come up to her
room after her and ask to see them.
Then she would have to pretend that
there had been nothing to conceal.
She went to one of the big lacquered
wardrobes and hung the coat in a
corner of it. Then she placed the hat
in a drawer and, walking to the
dressing -table, looked at herself in
the mirror. Her face was pale, and
she did not care to look at her own
eyes. The picture that she saw was
not in the least like the picture which
Merrington had painted. This was
not the face of a woman who was in
love but of a woman who was afraid-
. e guilty, worthless creature who had
aneakbeeejaws.aaf God i her heslt-'t
and gone near to breaking the laws of
man.
Ruth .Bradney hated herself as she
saw that face in the glass. She was
sorry for the man she loved -the man
who loved her. She was even sorry
for her husband, whom she could
never love. Perhaps after all there
had been some truth' 'in what those
people had said in the train. Perhaps
her husband was ill --very i11 with
some secret malady of which she knew
nothing. And perhaps, sick in body
and mind, overworked, and always
knowing that she did not love him, he
might have come very near to hating
her.
"A worthless woman," she said to
herself as she regarded that portrait.
in the mirror -a calm, clear-cut rev-
elation of some Ruth Bradney that she'
nhad never seen. before. She powdered
her face and tidied her hair with
trembling fingers. Then she turned
away from the dressing -table and
stood by the fire. She was afraid to
go downstairs and meet her husband.;
That was the truth of it. She had I
never expected to meet him until the
following morning, when it would
have been so much easier for her to
Tri
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explain why she had ,gone to the the-
atre in a morning dress and why she
had not taken the car, and why -oh,
there were a dozen things.
She was afraid, and yet at the same
time she was conscious of a feeling of
repentance. She could not picture
herself cringing before her husband
and telling him the truth. That would
have been ridiculous, and the shock of
the confession might well kill him, if
ha were very ill. But she knew now
that the great "romance" of, her life
would never bring her any happiness. w
Shewould never love anyone but John
Mei-ring-ton, but her .love would be a
secret that she would hug to her and
held close to her heart, as Cleopatra
' held the viper. However long her hus-
band lived, she would never leave him,
and he should never know .the truth.
She would be a loyal wife to him, as
she had been a loyal wife to him dur-
ing all the years of their marriage
save for those few kisses -those few
passionate words of the last .month.
Duty! Loyalty! What a revulsion of
feeling from the love that had stag-
gered her with its intensity! What a
swinging back of the pendulum!
There was a knocking on the door
and the handle turned. She waited
for someone to speak, but no one
spoke.
"All right, Alec," she exclaimed.
"You can come in."
She unlocked the door and opened
it. Her husband entered the room.
CHAPTER V.
"You have been a long timetaking
off your hat and coat," said Sir Alex-
ander Bradney.
"Yes, Alec, I'm very tired."
"You were not coming down to the
library, eh?"
"Oh yes -I was just coming." She
paused and laughed. "I just wanted
to tidy myself up a bit; I've been
roughing it, you know."
"Roughing it? What do you
"I've,- been tda the theat'?e-upper
circle -took a cab both ways." •
Sir Alexander stroked his chin
thoughtfully. "Han, I see," 'he said
after a pause. "So that's why you are
not in an evening frock?"
Yes. One could hardly dress for
the upper circle."
Come'
downstairs. I want to
smoke."
"Oh, you can stoke here, Alec."
"No, thank you! I do not do that
kind of thing."
Rath switched off the lights and
walked slowly down the stairs. Her
husband followed her, but he did not
speak until they were in the library.
Then he said, "I wasn't able to go to
the house after all."
"Did you dine in town?" queried
Ruth, seating herself in an easy chair.
Sir Alexander nodded. He took up
his position with his back to the fire.
He lit a cigar and stood there with
his hands behind him. For nearly a
minute there was silence, and then
Ruth said, "Do you want to see me
about anything of importance?"
"Well, yes -important to me at any
rate. I'm beginning to feel that things
cannot go on very well as they are.
You have always been indifferent' to
e; but now you seem to hate me. I've
een it in youreyes more than once
-hatred."
"Oh, no, Alec. It's wicked to talk
ike that."
"I am speaking the truth. Ever
ince•I destroyed that rotten portrait
you you have been quite different."
Ruth tried to smile. "Oh, well,
lec," she said, "you did behave abom-
nably."
"Yes, I lost my temper; I was not
eeling very well that morning. The
ortrait irritated me:"
"You said it was the portrait of a
ad woman. Very likely you're right."
"I did not speak the truth. I did
of tell you exactly what was in my
ind, Ruth. The portrait showed nee
woman who was in love," He paused
nd laughed. "En love -and I know
gh
ell enouthat you are not in love
ith me."
Ruth clasped her knees with her,
ands: She knew that her husband
as conducting a cross-examination.
he had listened to hien, more than
ice, when he had been trying to get
he truth out of a witness. ,I -le never
lustered or bullied. He was always,
uiet and gentle and sympathetic-'
list like this. j
So you .think I ani in love with
meone else, Arra'?" she laughed. "Oily
ow absurd!"
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ithout speaking. Then he said, "Sou
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THE 'BORROWERS .,
Judith's door (Mailed cautta sly, and
Sarah Fell stood apologetieialiy;.iii the
doorway. How .,pretty shes with
her golden hair and her ate' full of
jade crepe de Chine! "yau're
studying!" she exclaimed; Won't
interrupt .you but a examen I'beet
wanted to ask you which Ya d have
this nude up with if you were ' silver
or black? Or would you use y„
"Prue said silver, Connie:a `'black,.
and Mary said both," observed; Judith.
dryly. "Sarah, don't you ever get tired
of borrowing?"
"Of borrowing! Why, Judy, T never.'
borrowed a cent in my life!"
"I'ni not talking about money; Why
don't you decide something t'or.yoar-
self? Really it's heaps more fen, Oh,
you're a wheedler, and it's awfully
hard to resist you, but somebody's got
to do it for your own good 0,02T de-
cline to answer your .question " -•
"Why, Judith!" Sarah exclaited.
"I mean it, we're all in a Conspir-
acy to help you rob yourself, but I'm
going to get out. Try standing on
your own feet, Sarah, and, s how
good it feels!" " r G
"But Professor Baker- said
the requisites of success is toil:
to learn from others!" Sarah •e
ne .eosf
' laiin-"
ed triumphantly.
"I know he did. But that. ' esn't
mean you should go round borrowing
other people's brains to eve fusing
your own," Judith retorted.""`
"Nonsense!" Sarah replied'htl .
"Go back to your old calculus. T:ri1f my
gown is spoiled, it will be your Blit!"
A week later Sarah was summoned
to the dean's office. "Miss F'eJ1 '.;the.
dean said, "I am afraid your rt is
going to be a shock to you this: term,
so I called you an to talk it overaeith,
you.
She waited till Sarah, white- glace,
had read the card twice. Then; "Do
you understand?" the dean asked.
The girl shook her head.
"It is because you are trying to- live
upon borrowed capital. We could -not
be sure of it at first, so we waited, giv-
ing you the benefit of every doubt.
Think it over. How many papers', have
you written, how many problems: have
you solved, how many even unimport-
ant things have you decided without
help from others?;' ,
"Why, I - I didn't suppose,- I
must have hit your forehead against
something, ''Ruth."
"Yes -getting into the cab. It.
doesn't hurt. I didn't think it showed;
at a11."
"Oh; it won't disfigure .you for life,"
he said with a smile. "Well look' here t
Ruth, I'm very sorry 1 lost'iny t
--and
that I've ' been 'thinkin •':
horrible things about, ure
,� Yo. Caret you
forgive Me?
"Yes, Alec, of course Forgive you,"
she answered.
He came towards her and laid ` his
hand upon her shoulder. "You see,
Ruth," he continued, `it wasn't as if I
•
k
7zilio t care. If Ihado,tcared that iF4
look in your eyes wouldn't have mat-
tered. ButI did care, a 4472. Figured percale in white and
,.nd I do care,
blue'is here., portrayed.' The style is
I know you don't love me but -Ruth
dear, I'd be content with so very
little—"
She flushed with shame, but before
she could frame a reply the telephone
bell rang. Sir Alexander did not move
butt as the bell kept on ringing Ruth
cried out, "Oh, please answer it Alec.
I can't even think with that noise go-
ing on."
Sir Alexander Bradney walked to
the far end of the room and picked
up the receiver.
"Hallo!" said Sir Alexander. "Yes
-speaking-Oh, what's that? Speak THIS DOUGH WON'T STICK.
louder, will you -yes, I did call there,
about nine o'clock, to see Mr. Merring- The other day I saw my aunt' knead-
ton. Yes, I saw Mrs. Merringtozi_. ing bread on a cloth -covered bread -
Oh, how terrible, how shocking- board. I had never seen this done
You'd better come and see me, or send before, so -asked her her reason for
someone, if you like -yes, certainly- using the cloth. The answer was that
e
He hung up the receiver, and Ruth, the cloth prevents the soft dough from
chilled with fear at the inentiozi' of sticking and it can be worked up mach
Merrington's name, said, "Who was softer than on a floured board in the
that?" without looking round at her ordinary way. She said it was also
husband. splendid when cutting doughnuts; as
"Someone speaking from Merring- they stick so easily to a floured board,
ton's house," Bradney replied. "I was and to_ be good should be very soft.
see; Ruth, I thought perhaps e'd
round there about nine o'clock. ou The idea is not original, as she once
paint another portrait of. you if I aid saw the . doughboards covered with
him over again, so I looked hini:iip cloth in a big doughnut factory. The
after I'd had some dinner at the club" cloth cover is best made from a large -
He paused, and Ruth, in an a lily size flour sack, which is sewn into a
of terror, dared not seem to take°'too tube to fit the doughboard; or sew
great an interest in what she 'had tapes to a` square a little larger than
heard. No doubt, somehow or other, the doughboard and tie these so ' that
Dr. Trehorn had got through to the the cloth will be smooth and stay in
Merrington's house on the telephone lace,- T,ouise• E.
with news of the accident. When :Tier P
husband had exclaimed, "How ter...!
rible! How shocking!" he must have CLEANING OILCLOTH.
been referring to ,Tohn Merringten'e Oilcloth should never be scrubbed.
loss of memory.
"You see," Bradney continued, "I bi won
is done the' paint will quickly
didn't like to write to hien or speak be `Yarn oYf. It should first be care -
on the 'phone in case he might be= fully washed with a soft brush„ to re -
well, anyway=, I thought it best ta: go move all the dust and Birt, and there
and see him. . He was out, bet a eaee wiped with a large, &oft cloth wri7i g
Mrs.
Merrington." out in tepid' ('not hot) water. If it is
Again he paused, and ,Ruth, still very dirty it may be necessary to u,e
afraid to look at his face;• stared ata little soft, soap, but this should be
the are. Why, she asked herself, had donerarely, andon no account should
they •telephoned to her husband? i da• be sed. Whit is dry wipe
"A most terrible thing has !lappet-. over withua cloth oren sponge di ,ped est
ed," said ,Sir Alexander very slowly.
Ruth turned her head at last taW skim milk, which will brighten and
ace, an rose sliai;p'ly, preserve the colors and gine it ;a pol-
thought---" Suddenly as in• a dream
Sarah saw Judith's clear eyes chaff -
legging• her and heard. Judith's voice
`'Try standing on your,. own feet,
Sarah, and see how good it feels!"
A DRESSING STOOL.
"By the time I comb my hair in the
afternoon I'm just too tired to primp
before a mirror," 'admitted ; a busy
country mother, "So I do it in the
quickest possible way and trust to
luck regarding the appearance of the
back of my collar and hair."
Many times my tired and aching
feet have tended to hasten my after-
noon toilet and have reminded me of
my hard-working friend. So it was
with surprise and interest that I re-
cently saw in front of her dressing -
table a rejuvenated piano stool
brought down from her attic, where
it had remained in useless oblivion
since superseded at the piano by a
more ambitious bench.
"I cannot tell you what a comfort
it is," she explained. "I'm only pro-
voked to think that I' did not get it
down sooner: I sit here in comfort
and arrange my hair as carefully as
I choose. Then I swing round and
scrutinize results from all angles.
"No more -scolding -locks for mother!
Daughter is so delighted with this
one improvement that she donated the
cretonne cover."
Even if vanity does not prompt a
more careful toilet, every mother will
appreciate the comfort this arrange-
ment offers for tired. feet. If the attic
does not harbor one of these old swivel
piano stools, one can be bought at
second-hand very cheaply. And inci-
dentally let me add that such a stool
is exceedingly handy in the kitchen as
well.
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The straps may be fastened to the bclt
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The Pattern is -cut in 5 Sizes: 6, 8
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°-• to her feet. i i isle After sponging with the milk deer
"What is it, Alec?" she cried "What with a cloth.
has happened?".
l"Poor Mrs, 112erriiigton is dead,rd he .,. ,�
answered grapely. "The police rang WRITE eleare RESTING LETTERS,
me up -they. think there's something' Before I acquired the habit of snaky
wrong, I'm afraid -Ruth--" j ing notes before writing my letters,.
She was close to hint, and she they were, I am afraid, rather short
caught at his arm and slung to it to and uninteresting, Very often while
save herself Siem falling,
then heocarried heiher'an to 1the ELsofa w
(To be Continued,)'
Minard's I InI'mtlnt fee Dandruie
id I was working I'would think of some
bit of news that I would like to tell
"so and so," but by the time I` was
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The health odour vanishes'
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LEVER ..
BROTHERS
LIMITED
Toronto Lbs4
ready to write a letter to them I had
forgotten many of the things I wished
to tell them.' "Now, for a day or so
before I write my letters I carry a
paper in my pocket and fromtime to
time, as I am about my work I jot
down brief notes on different subjects
which I wish to write about. This
enables me to* Write much longer let-
ters and to make them more interest-
ing. One of my correspondents laugh-
ingly told me recently that my letters
were "as good as a newspaper." -G. T.
TO CLEAN THE MOP.
If you use any of the patented wool-
ly mops now on the market, whether
for floors, walls or furniture, keep an
old whisk broom hanging near the out-
side door 'in order to give your dry
mops their daily cleaning. Brushing
removes the bits of lint and dust mut..
more quickly and with less damage to
the mop than the old-fashioned method
of banging ft on the porch rail.
The lowest priced tea is not the
cheapest. A pound of "SALADA"
yields more cups to the pound, and so
much more satisfaction than ordinary
tea, that it is really the most economi-
cal to use.
Nutritious Bananas.
The producing power of the banana
is forty-four times as great as that of'
the potato. The dried fruit is readily
converted into nutritious flour; it may
be alsro manufactured into sausages;
beer can be made from it; while the
akin can be turned into cloth, and the
juice made to do service either - as ink'
or vinegar.
The first astrological issue of Old
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The ar loo -familicolored colored globes in
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