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Home My WebLink AboutThe Huron Expositor, 1920-12-17, Page 7EMB R 17, 1920. sold only in airtight packets erve its native sse es -74 aPoDaiIY •:- the eastastrophe. Wreit 1: -lie whole of the burnt area land awaiting exploitation. -.tame, he carries one a his always right over the Ms- uildhall.) Any attempt to ilized his plan must have in- inous delays, and the loss or elsewhere of Londoree wholly lacked London sup- hatever our regrets may be its nonfulfilment, I am that the prevision of the ts tin the absence a a Tar- ry vote that must have run lions) was right." 1 klES A BAD EGG FLOAT:" [f the oldest of 'tests for eggs t them in a basin of water y sink they're good.'if they ere rotten," and this ex- ,. though its originators jbably ignorant of the fact.. y founded on what takes side the egg -shell during the Lages of the development of trY0- • sh hen's egg consists of a yGk. together with a (man - albumen, or what we call the of the egg. This combine- ing heavier than water the I sink beneath the surfaee as it is fresh, When an egg be - addled or rotten, however, c and white have- split up intt. substances—have taken the Meal step toward the forma - a chicken. In the couree of Lange they have given off it of gas, which makes the Isitterably ligthter than before. Iteration is specific gravity the egg lighter than the of water which it displaces, e "bad" egg will, therefore. aile the "good" one -will sink, ilkh - TIVITIES OF WOMEN. hreden a husband and wife may their marriage on agreement I aplicatioin :aittonai gdverninent of Basle Dgnized the right of women U., the pulpits in that country. Mland a new trade law gives l women the right to manage a e "even without the consent of 'band!' OS for. Sick Children DLLEGE ST., TORONTO.. Provincial Charity Make, mistreat; Appeal to Friends of Childheoth. Editor: most vital fact ia eeblie service throughout the is, aa aa you know, the 'remelt- itrides made in e.hitel -Are:fare Modern science Is harkens a the aneient proverb teat *eta of prevention is worth a of cure?' It has been the ge of the Hospital ter Sick en—the greatest in s t Iitim thl" ,d upon the continent- Mdud mace of prevention. ygone days deperideaee wan ire largely in medieireat. No W. - there is a closer par-uereede the pediatrician tied finale Slece the erection et our Ward and the estaitherenent I babtes clinies. th e infant ity in Toronto alone ha-, hein d from 155 to 82 per 'eirittee statistics which alight be weuld merely corroborere the • life-saving value of tee Joe - work. And it is unnee eeeare lain to you that the ietorma- - to the researches whieh meko record possible is v (nice micated to the Hei: and practising pt ALP4 hout Ontario, teq u en tly the Hostet t upon the Ctictit rItM4' enerosay of every friend of et. ldren. An institution =et et is ig the new-born (etre rwore ance, not merely t elett but of life itself. is 't.01 ttk h•indant. Ruppert of the tie e ng t110. past finan( "ft from all eoureea '1 dailare a day beh.ed tt i'di teres. Le always been the aetee eer 0' t,FS11;ta1 for Sick Itte !:••ti ot only the support '71: the thy of,the people ot ro-• eto„ to -day, with a debt e; it appeels to your roe' • :1.‘ Ung with zome gift, k Teat Or mall. A Nee elesee. [he from individu e ir tevee the Kee -liege if es :wee fer all tine-, a dome -• 2e. .s.:11 run the Vi f' He, 'LIZI111:. Bet ween fit-. • t wo ttere is surely •-•171 be sera by (!very: kOly rt. :retaryereaeurer at ter te.e-ge eronte. as a token et intere Leroy wietee field is le lerge erov:nee. The floetetai eor teidren h. one of the la reeet iced highly regardee ;71 t It is an instittition nwhtte. pie Of ()uteri() ratty ta e ate pride, tor it is th ig eenercolty that eueees- tas leindred and fiftv edren. eiieek or with twietee Irrobs. e lininediate beneeteiweee 11t?o re 111 t!,tribrancee yrene Thetwante more tern /effete: thing yeur will henefit he their pee. • IrretING E. ROBERTSceth tairman ot Aoesai Committee& e DECEMBER 17, 1920. QM MOORE By TFIEODORE BERT SAYRE THE MUSSON CO., LTD. Toronto (Contintse4 from last week.) the ink will wash oftr he -chuckled. "That. is more than the mark you have left on my heart will do. for th7t is indelible." Bessie stamped her tiny foot in her rage and made as though she -would wipe her 'hand on Moore's coat, which caused the triumphant 3ating man to aseek sudden shelter bettinci the benches. "I can't wash it off, Tom Moore." 4Tfave you never been taught to perform your ablutions, Bessie?' - "Stupid! My other hand is burned and water will make it smart." -I wonder if water would make o smart." "I'd like to," said the girl. "I've always tried wine when I thoeght I needed intellectual stimula- tion." "I should think you would be drink- ing all the time,' said Bessie, spite- ful ly. ' "Not all the time," corrected Moore. "Nit of it 1 spend earning the price. Tk:ere, new, don't worry, I'll scrub treur little. fist. ftir 'youe if youwillt let me. Will you?" - Bessie's anger cooled as rapidly as it had warmed. "If you will be very gentle, you "Trust me for that," said Moore, going to the bucket that stc•c;d in the corner with a basincovering it. -It's empty, Bessie. There is not as much water here as would Make a foot -bath for a flea!' "You can fetch it from the well," said Bessie. "Will you come with me?" "You can go alone, Tom Moore." "1 can, but I don't want to, Bessie." "You would be almost there now ' if you hadn'f stopped to talk." "Won't you come, Bessie?" 41 suppose I will have to do if to please you," said the girl, yielding with a little sigh. "Won't it please you, toe?" said Moore, stepping her. "But, Tom—" "Won't it?" he insisted. "Yes,—yes---yesl" she replied, with. increasing emphasis on each reitera- tion. Moore let her pass, and she paused ft the door, looking over her -plump shoulder. "What a child you are, Tom Moore!" s "Child," he repeated. "Child? Maybe I am, Bessie, but when . you are called 'Mama' it won't -be by me, though I think I'll not be far off." - "Ohl" she cried, and slammed the door. CHAPTER SIX Two Gentlemen of Wealth and Breed- ing. It is doubtful if a search prosecut- ed through the entire extent of the United Kingdoms over which the Pince of Wales ruled as Regent would have brought forth a more debonair or contented individual than Sir Percival Lovelace, gentleman, libertine, and chosen comrade of His Rcyal Highness. In the eyes of this gallant; morals were a mark of ancient barbarism that gentle breed- ing and a lothg line of ancdstors should be expected to remove or render forgotten. As these views' eoincided almost exactly with those cherished by the First Gentleman of Europe, it is not to be -wondered that the Prince found in the' baronet an agreeable and, more than, that, an amusing companion. But even Lon- don may pall upon one and, not be- ing hampered by the • restrictions limiting the peregrinations of royalty, which were often the cause for much princely frofanity at Carlton House, Sir Percival sought change and di- version in a jaunt through Scotland and Wales, finally ending in a tour of Ireland, where, much to his sur- prise", he stumbled upon certain per- sons destined to furnish him with more or less food for thought for the next year or two. His companion on his travels was none other than Lord Brooking, nephew of Lord Moira, already known as one of England's most capable statesmen. The young gentleinan first mentioned was 'quite popular in the Regent's set, but more widely known in the circles from 1 ACIDS IN STOMACH CAUSE INDIGESTION Create Gas, Sourness and Pain How to Treat. Medical authorities state that near- ly nine -tenths of the cases of stomach trouble, 'indigestion., sourness, burn - mg, gas, bloating, nausea, etc., are duo to an excess of hydrochloric acid in the stomach and not as some be- lieve to a lack of digestive juices. The delicate stomach -lining is irritat- ed. digestion is delayed and food sours causing the disagreeable symptoms which every stomach sufferer knows so we -1I. Artificial digestents are not need- ed in such cases and may do real harm. Try laying aside all digestive aids and instead get from any drug- gist a few ounces of Bisurated Mag- nesia and take a teaspoonful ina quarter glass of water right after eating. This sweetens the stomach, prevents the formation of excess acid • and there is no sourness, gas or pain. I3isurated Magnesia (in powder or tablet form—never liquid or milk) is harmless to the stomach, inexpensive to take and is the Most efficient form of magnesia for stomach purposes. It is used by thousands of people who enjoy their meals with no more fear of indigestion. whence the various arts d eer en- couragement and patronage. But, in spite of his leanings toward theonore cultured pursuits scantily patroitized by the profligate society immediately surrounding the Regent, Lord Brook: ing was much more popular with that noble gentleman than many whose daily and nightly labor was the effort to curry favor with England's ruler. Lord Brooking was no ordin- ary personage. There was small 'flavor of the roue in his character, though it 'cannot be denied that, fol - owing the general current of fashion, he had not hesitated toplay his part in the masque of dissipation offered as entertainment to the, middle and lowerclassesby the arietocracy whom they ,were expected to envy and ad- mire. But, in his heart he felt only. regret for his own partitipation. in such unworthy extravatgance, andrin most instances, a profound contempt for those who fount diVeridon and contentment in such existence. There were° two conspicuous exceptions to his lordship's general condemnation. The first was Richard Brinsley Sheri- dan, poet, dramatist and 'statesman, now. in his decadence, who 80.11 sought and furnished entertainment in so- ciety, a garrulous, drunken and witty old gentleman, with a heart as young and a thirst as dittatorial as When Fame first brought himwelabierited reward. The only enemies °Totted by. this lightsome veteran werethose foolish enough to expect eventual vet, tlement of bilis or loans* that they were so unwise as to allow him to add to his long list of personal in- debtednese. It is almost unnecessary to mention that 'disaPpointment was the subsequent conclusion of all !Such hopes, of his deluded creditors, for Mr. Sheridan was consistent in one thing to the last—entire lack of financial responeibilityy. The other exception. was Sir Percival, who was so gay, so gener- ous, so witty that Brooking, blinded by .the glitter of a sparkling brilliant personality, neither saw nor Alt the hideous i`,ral imperfections that this winning gentleman hid beneath his splendid exterior. The several pec- cadilloes really beyond all extenua- tion or apology of which the baronet had . been guilty had never been brought to the attention of his young- er friend and so at the time of which this tale is a chronicle it would have been difficult to find two closer cronies than this pair of young noble- men, who were strolling leisurely it the direction ofthe schoolhouse. Sir Percival looked at Brooking quizzically. "You do not approve, lad," he said, with a little laugh. "You're too good a fellow, I am afraid." "I wish I could be as timid about you," replied Brooking. pleasantly. "Can't you, dear boy? -No? Pray why not?" "Do you really wish to know?" ask- ed Brooking, 'hesitating a little. Sir Percival treated himself daint- ily to a pinch of snuff and brushed the dust from his coat With an em- broidered handkerchief. "I think you wish to tell me," he answered, smiling. "It amounts to the same thing between friends, doesn't it?" "1 think we may as well understand each other now;" • said Brooking, in a serious tone. ."I quite agree with you," remark- ed Sir ° Percival, inwardly -wondering what this introduction -would lead to. "I have been postponing this con- versation from day to day for the last week:" "Indeed? And why?" "It is rather a delicate subject." "I -Would prefer one that is indeli- cate, if it is not inconvenient," sug- gested Sir Percival. . "For once in your life, Lovelace, be serious." 18. OITAMA Sr., HULL, P. Q. "For • year, I suffered with Rheo- matimS, being forced to. stay, ha bed 1 for five aioaths. I tried all bode of medicine without relief and tbosbt I would sever he able to welt . osi...441 while tiine fetip4/ road eletei "emit-4'49*es" die greet fruit Medians; and it seemed just wlint'I tio ae.Id.ssdtotrylt. I*. Alai litie A** elf, mil I took the tablet' l'eletedi mita (*sir kiliect the Rheuaiituma left mare" • * Lb1101,26 rommO. 50C.. box; ii for.0.50,gtril3sissalice At all dishuit or seat isestpiild by Frowa-iiiestiasitia, oltaa: : THE TORTURES OF RHEUMATISM Happily Stopped When He Began To Take "Frolt-a4hreen "Even that •1 will not deny you. Proceed." "We have been pals since boyhood. As little lads we blacked each other's eyes." "We did," admitted Sir Percival, laughing. gently "and bled each other's, noses, tiro." "We licked the same stick of candy." "Gad, yes. My favorite was pep- permint. I remember it as well as though it'were but yesterday." "We grew up to manhood together," continued Brooking, half sadly. "A. pretty couple of rakes we were, toe." "We are still. dear lad," corrected Sir Percival. • "Two very pretty- little libertines, upon my honor.'i "In London, where we were • well known as ,an unworthy couple, I have no fault to find with you." "No?" said the baronet in surprise. ."To tell the truth, that statemeht causes me some little astonishrnent.A 'object? began Brooking, genuinely shocked. • "Tut—tut!" interrupted his com- panion, good humoredly. "She is a pretty creature, isn't she? Clever, too, in her own innocent, foolish, lit- tle way. Ft* her smiles and bread- and;buttery love—a welcome change, by the way, from the London brand of petulant passion—I'll give; her a carriage, horeses, _fine 74resses, a' neck lace or two and.lastly•My own charm- ing self for—er—for probably as long a time as several months," "And then, what will becon4 of her?" "Really, 1 don't know," answered Sir Percival. "Can't imagine, and I shan't bore myself by Wondering. Perham; she will marry some clod; hopper like this Tom Moore. No doubt he would think her; doubly - valuable when I have finished- with her." • "You are not in earnest," stam- mered Brooking, incredulously. "Quite in earnest, my dear old chap. Ah, you think that .I will not suc- ceed? Pshaw, Btooking! Not here! 'perhaps, in this deliciously moral atr etOsphere, but elsewhere, yes. And intend that she shall be elsewhere. Brooking, I shall feteh this rural bearit y to London." "She will not go," asserted his lordship. "No?" returned the baronet. "Who i leek you, -will prevent her?" •"Tom Moore, or I am much mis- taken," answered Brooking, confident - y. ' 14Tut!" said Sir Percival incredu- lensly. "You do not give my tact sufficient 'contideration. I'll wagee the objections Mr. Moore may see fit to make will prove of no avail in influencing the lady. . In face, if I do say it Myself, my plans are clever enough to discount the efforts of a dozen begtrotters,- let alone 9ne Arie he a rhymester. TO begin° with I have read arid. gone iii taptures OVe",' 'old . Robin Dyke's •verses. • Egad, I have pronounced them beautiful, and really they -are not half, bad,. Brook- ing. If they were not so crammel with anarchy they would fell in Lon- don. The old boy is a socialist, you know. Yes, i' faith, he bastes the Prince and Castlereagh soundly," and this ardent royalist' chuckled. gleefully at the memory. "Then you have broached thetsub- ject to Mr. Dyke?" asked Lord Brook- ing, as they continued- their stroll in the direction of the schoolhouse. Sir Percival nodded his heed, "Yes, Brooking, the old scribbler is half persuaded already. I havt promised him my support and patron- age in London if he. coitles." "And the girl?" "I am tempaig Bessie with the promise of a place at Old Druty; where, as you know, I -am not with- out influence. Stab me! with her eyes and rosy red cheeks she would need neither paint nor powder to make her an ornament to the boards, Like most clever women, she has ambi- tions-ef a histrionic nature. She will come to London, Brooking, and. once there !—once there—she is mine, dear lad, she is mine." Brooking's anger and disgust re- fused to be longer pent up beneath • "We sailed under pur true colors "But," interrupted Sir Percival, Do ,ALL my there--" "the same flag is still flying, old man," : "Ali," said his lordshtp, "while that is true, it must be remembered that they do not understand its meaning down here, I haven't much to brag of in the way of morals, more is the pity, but no woman has ever wept of shame from my- wrong doing, nor will a woman ever do so." 4' Sir Percival 'gave his companion smile of interrogation. "And I?" he asked. "I ant. not so • sure 'about you," re- sponded Lord Brooking, deliberately, "but in London, where ypu are knovion, the folly of a girl in trusting you Ivould be so inexcusable that indis- a HOUSE WORK Before I took Lydia E. Pink - ham's Vegetable Compound I could hardly get about. Cobourg, Ont.— "For many years I have had trouble with my nerves and have been in a general run down con- dition for some time. I could not do zny work half of the time because of the cretion upon your part might be trouble with my monthly sickness. I readily condoned; but here in this was told of Lydia, E. Pinkham's Vegee peaceful, simple old town it is very table Compound by friends,antradvised, different." to try it, It hasdone me good, and I "Come to the point, Brooking. You strongly recommend it. Since I have are/almost tiresomely wordy to -day." taken it I have been able to do all my "It amounts to this, Percy. I have own work, and 1 also know friends who done some things I'm heaftily asham- have found it good. You can use these fads as a testimonial."—Mrs. ELLEN ed of and I intend in the future to be a better fellow." • • . FLATTERS, Box 761, Cobourg, Ont. "Very commendable, indeed," ob- Why will women continue to suffer so served the baronet, a trifle bored, long is more than we can understand, "Does my approval encoufage ? When they can find health in Lydia E. you " "What do you intend to do with Pinkham's Vegetable Compound? Bessie Dyke?" demanded the young- . For forty years this goad old fash- er man, halting as he spoke. 1 ioned root and herb remedy, which Sir Percival paused and .pensively . contains no narcotics -or harmful drugs, cut down a weed or two with his has been the standard remedy for fe- walking stick. • -4 male ille, and has restored the health of thousands of women who have been "Hum," he said slowly. "As I thought," •troubled with Buell ailments as displace - "Do you mean honestly by the ments., inflammation, ulceration, irreg. nlarities, etc. . "Your last words are quite cor- If you want special advice write to rect," said the baronet, coolly. "Bur Lydia E. Pinkham Medicine Co. (confi- the girl.2--I mean to do that, Brook- dential), Lynn, Mass. Your letter will • be opened, read and answered by a `You frankly avow that is ' your woman and held in strict confidence. ht, his calm, almost indifferent, demean- or. "What a low scoundrel you are!" he ejaculated, much to Sir Percival's surprise, The baronet for a moment regarded him quizzically, as though suspicious that this uncompitmentaly deecription of his character was in- tended as a humorous remark, but seeing severity in his lordship's face, he smiled pleasantly and refused to take- Owe. - "Don't be so IE(erious, old cock," he drawled. "Earnestness is so tire- some. Ah, life at its best bores me. My friends bore me. Even you, Brooking, bore me at times. Toss me, if I know anything that does not bore me sooner or later." "Sir - Percival," said the younger gentleman, "if I whispered- one half that you have said to me in Tom Moore's ear he would 'choke the life out- of you. and -sink/ your,. body_ the pond." "And spoil the drinking water? Well, such treatment- as .you describe wouldnot bore me at all events. r would be exciting, - even unpleasant, 1 is true, but interepting in the ex- treme, and anything.' Which is not tedious is worthy all considera- tion." Brooking laughed; amused in spite of his disapproval. "You are iecorrifibla,•"lie said. . "Permit Me to IOWA* my view of the inatter,". continitett Sir Percival, amiably. "By all means, Percy." "This piquant country damsel pleases me rarely. She is a sweet little thing whim, view of 'life is about as comprehensive as that of a day-old kitten. She shall be edu- cated,' Brooking, and 1 will serve as tutor, You B8W me stoop arid pluck a primrose from beeidethe road as we walked. this. way, aid you not? '..Here it is in my button -hole. This girl is a primrose, *Peking; wear her till she is facled,—Illien„ like this wilted blossom, I will toss her aside. And why? Because there are other primroses as fair and sweet, unpluck- ed, and unfaded, that grow beside my path farther on, and I like fresh flowers and new faces." This very pretty gentleman helped himself to snuff, and then beamed benevolently upon his eolnpantint. Brooking saw the baronet was in sober earnest in spite of his pleas- ant manner and humorous tone„ A -new comprehension of his friend's teal character dawned open his mind, and for the first time in the long years of their acquaintance and fel- lowship he was able to strip from ,the libertine the exterior_ of the winning and courtly gentleman that had hith- erto served to conceal his imperfec- tions. In that one moment vanished the affection and admiration the younger man had felt for the elder, leaving only the colder and leis ex- acting friendship existing _between men of the same circle in society„ who find much to interest and amuse in each other's company, but nothing to love or respect. There was a slight pause before his, lordship spoke, but when he did so there was a new ring to his voice. "If you harm. this little girl, rii never take your hand in mine again. You' -Sear, Percy? Do as: you have sat, and we. are.. strangers for - why.?" demanaect,'his eom- p ion. • "Because I'llnot own .friendship with so filthy a erogue as you , will have proved, youreelf to be," "Hum!" murmured Sir Percival, thoughtfully. "Then you will prob- ably constitute yourself her protec- tor?" "If necessary, yes." "And will no doubt seek to balk me by telling her what a villain you think me, lad?" "You know better than that," re- plied Brooking, a• reproachful tone perceptible in his voice. "So I do," asserted the. baronet. "What do you say to making it a game? One hundred guineas I win." The instinct of the gamester, with- out which- no buck of the times was considered completely a gentleman, in society's interpretation of. the word stirred in the blood of his lordship. "Done," said he, "Good lad," commentedSir Per- cival. "My cards are wealth and fame, London and Drury Lane," "Mine are the girl's honesty and Tom Moore." "Tom Moore?" repeated the other, inquiringly. • "Yes, answered Brooking, "for if Bessie Dyke does go to London with you as her patron, bring Tom Moore there and be his." "Just as you likettt said Per- cival, Reaching the door of the school- house a moment later, the two bloods knocked vigorously and stood on the stone threshold, waiting patiently for a reponse from the interior. As this was not forthcoming, after an- other moment's delay, Sir Percival opened the door and led the way in- to the schoolroom. CHAPTER- SEVEN Tom Moore Obliges a Friend Gets in Trouble. "Can it be Mistress Bessie has departed for the day?" said Sir Per- cival, surveying the deserted room with no little disappointment. "I think not," replied his lordship, imi- tating his • companion's look of in- vestigation. "As I thought, Sir Percival! There is her hat." As he spoke, Brooking pointed to a dainty affair composed of some • complicated combination of white straw and blue ribbons, from which peered inquisitively forth a bunch of pink posies. This charming creation hung pendant by the strings from a nail in the wall behind the desI4, making plain that the school mistress intended to return. "True, prooking," said Sir Percival, and taking it down he pressed one of the ribbons to his lips. • "Almost as sweet and pretty as its • owner. Egad, how tuned in harmony with her own charm are the belongings of a dainty and tasteful woman. Like the scientists of the Museum who from a bone construct a skelton, so could 1 from this little hat draw the portrait of the lady whom it might become." "You are dangerously near senti- mentality," said Brooking,. as though warning the baronet of, peril unper- ceived. Sir Percival laughed. "I sometimes forget that I am no longer a lad of two -and -twenty though and . ' I Heaven knows I lack not reminders. Impossible as/it seems, it is theless true that I founda gray hair never - this morning. A silver messenger from approaching Age. I plucked the rascally thing out and breathed more freely when I was iid oft it." A knock sounded on the door by which the pair had entered, and Sir Percival, peeking slyly through a con- venient window, gave an exclamation of dismay, "Pluck me, Brooking, if it is not old Robin Dyke himself. • Devil take the Old bore!" ,Brooking pointed to the other .exit. "Perhaps we can escape this way." Sir Percival, followed by his lord- ship, tiptoed across the room, but be- fore they reached the other doorway, Nr. Dyke, weary of waiting, entered briskly and their plan of evasion was abandoned as hastily as it had been 'Why,.:if it is not Mr. Dyke," cried Sir Percival, cheerily, quite as though he were overjoyed at the meeting. "Good -day to you, sir. I hope it Ends you sound in health." Dyke flushed with pleasure at the heartiness of the great gentleman's greeting. He' was a Pleasant -faced old man, simple and 'good.hearted, too prone' to trust in the honor of others, but erring only by giving them credit' for benevolence and honesty equal to his own. He was quite a portly old person, with a lice strong- ly lined'in spite of its. placid express- -gap. His hurt worn father long as betaine a poet, was a wavy, !shimmery gray, and he walked with a trembling sort of gait that suggeeted.vaguely a compromise between a' stride and a toddle. Sir Percival' e eye caught sight of a suggestive roll of manu- script sticking out of the new -com- er's pocket. - "Ah!" xclaimed the baronet, tap- ping the paper with Ms cane. "I see a- paper peeking from your coat, Mr. Dyke. Another poem, I'll be bound. Come now, sir, out With it. I swear, we will hear it, eh, Brooking?" "I'm afraid we will," murmured his lordship beneath his breath, but he bowed in pleasant assent in reply to the old gentleman's inquiring took. "What?" continued Sir Percival. "Too modest, eh? Thensl willread it myself„" and, witha. gesture grace- fully apologetic for the liberty, he drew the roll from Dyke's pocket. "Really, Sir Percival," staturiered the old man, in pleased embarrass- ment., "My peer effort—" "Your poor effort," repeated Sir Percival, scanning the first page through his eyeglass, as he spoke. "If this be, his poor effort, Brooking, what would his berst be?" "God knows!" murmured Brooking to-liniself, "I hate to think of it." Sir Percival's quick ear caught his lordship's muttered remark, so, as the flustered poet crossed to the window in hope of obtaining a glimpse of the absent schoolmistress, the baronet turned to Brooking with a laugh. "Perhaps God knows," he whisPer- ed, "or perhaps it is better known in the other place. Look at it, Brook- ing." "Must I?" replied the younger man. reluctantly. "Of course you must," asserted Sir Percival. Then- more loudly he con- tinued; . "Genius in every line, and more be- tween,them. . My dear Dyke, we must. have you in England." . "You 'think so, Sir Percival.?" said the old gentleman,' greatly flattered. - "I am sure of .it," answered the other as though convinced, returning the poem to its, author. "But once you are there, no seditious, political versifying; like this. Why, sir, the Prince would foam at the mouth if he saw this. Love lytics, Sir, for the ladies. That must be your game, dear man." Mr. Dyke hardly iinew which to regard as the greater edmpliment, the implication; that he had but to exert himself•to write poetry that would be .pleasing to the fair sex Of London, or the -assertion that the satire of his latest production was sufficient to cause annoyance even to Royalty it- self. Still not quite decided in re- gard to the metter, he blew his nose resoundingly and modestly replied: "I would restrain my opinioas, since I cannot change them." . Sir Percival winked wickedly. at Brooking to draw the latter's atten- tion to his next remark. "Have, you thought °vele my pro- posal, Mr. Dyke?" "I have given it much.deliberation," answered that worthy, in a tone that but ill concealed the delight occasion- ed him by the mere suggestion of such an idea. "Well, Mr. Dyke?" 41 feel most favorably inclined. I must confess," replied the old gentle - and the sealed air -tight carton keeps it "good". Red l‘sa,Teasnes to you with all its original rich stronith aadwar! flamir fully retained. 11•0111111MININNiiiimmaimmormi. man. • "AM" said Sir Percival, in an un- dertone to Lord Brooking, "d'ye hear that, lad? He must confess.?' "I wish you had to, Percy. It „would save me trouble." "Then it is decided?" Wit Sir Percival, looking triumphantly at his friend. Dyke hesitated. "No," he said, "not exactly decid- ed. „ It now rests with my daughter. If she agrees with me, I will be pleased to. do as you have suggested." "Then Bessie shall say 'Yes'" re- sponded the baronet. Chancing to look out the window at this moment,. Sir. Percival caught aegilnipse of - a../familiar,. figure pass- ing on 41 path running near the schoolhouse. "What, what?" he laughed. "There goes youngiFarrell. Who is the pet- ticoat n tow?" "That is his sister Winnie," re- plied Mr. Dyke, peering through- his glasses. "A- nice girl, Sir Pert -Wel, ,with a . proper admiration for Mere- . ture." ". "Too dumpy, by far," responded that gentleman, surveying, the lady with anything but approval. "By the way, I've something to say to Terence. Brooking. while I run af- ter them, you may tell.M.r. Dyke your opinion of his -poetry!! And hastening to the door, the baronet gave chase to the couple, already at quite a distance. At this rnoment Farrell chanced to look around and, beholding the ap- proaching macaroni, halted his com- panion and stood waiting, his sister feeling quite giddy :with the thought of meeting so great ,a beau •as Sir Percival. "I've a word or two to say that may interest you, Terence, if -you can spare me a MOMbnt," began the baronet, "My thne is quite at your dispos- al, Sir Percivial," ,replied Farrell. "Permit me to present_ you to my sister." Sir Percival. bowed with •graceful formality. - "La, Mistress Farrell," he sighed, prettily, "your father is indeed for- tunate. With such a semi. and such A daughter old" age.• Should be crowned with happiness .and content." "Father finds much to eritieise," said the girl. "I -fear he takes no such flattering view of his children as you insinuate he should." "Criticise?" repeated .Sir Percival in a tone of •astonishment. "What can he wish for?" "Much, if one may judge from his complaints," answered Winnie, not a little puffed up by the baronet's con- descension and approval. "I'll not keep you from your business with my prattle, sir. Terence, I will go on to Mrs. McClo'ud's and stop for you at the schoolhouse on my way back." "You are most amiable, Mistress Farrell," said Sir Percival, grate- fully, • The girl courtesied in what she hoped was a good imitation of the Lotion manner, and continued on her way, leaving the two • gentlinen to stroll toward the schoolhouse. "Well, Sir Percival," said Farrell knowingly, "what is •afoot?" As he spoke he gave the baronet a searching look, which drew forth a pleasant smile by way of answer, "You never lose time in getting to the point." "Except when it's a sword," re- plied Farrell. "Then I can be devilish slow." Sir Percival's faee wo• re a pensive look as he regarded his friend. "For a country squire you present , 3ONSICOUGHS a wonderfully fthicnable appear- ance," he remark , his eye travelling approvingly from the bell-crowned beaver on the youth's well -shaped head to the carefuyly tied stock and thence to the inmiteculately polished `boots -which ornainented feet both small and neatly turned. "Your eos- tume would not be out of place on Pall Mall, Terence." 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