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THE ARNOTT INSTITUTE KITCHENER, - CANADA TORONTO MCLEOD & ALLEN (Continued from Oast Week,) The packing up of their own hou¢er hold impedimenta complete, there came a few days of leisure, -•=the fixet breathing sp,ell that either, MacFar- lane or Jack, or Rttth, too, for that matter, had had for weeks. MacFar- lane, In view; of the coming winter,— a long -and ardoua one, took advan- tage of the interim and went south, to'hie club, for a few days' shooting --a rare luxury for him of late years. ,Jack made up his mind to devote every one of his spare hours to get- ting better acquainted with Ruth, and that young woman, not wishing to be considered either neglectful or selfish, determined to saerifle every hour of the day and as much of the night as was proper and possible to getting better acquainted with Jack, and the two had a royal time in the doing. Jack, too, had another feeling about ti all. It seemed to him that he had a debt of gratitude--,the'rasping world had long since lost its edge—to dis- charge; and that he 'owed her every leisure hour he could steal' from his work. He had spent days and nights in the service of his friends, and had,,, besides, laid the burden of their anx- ieties upon her. He would pay her in return twice as many days of glad- ness to make up for the pain she had so cheerfully borne. What could he do to thank her?—how discharge the obligation? Every hour he weeel4 tell her, and in different ways.—by his tenderness, by his obedience to her slightest wish, anticipating her every want—how much he appreciated her unselfishness, and how much better, if that were possible, he loved her for her sacrifice. Nor was there. when the day came, any limit to his devotion or to her enjoyment. There were rides over the hills in the soft September mornings—Indian summer in its most dreamy and summery state; there were theatre parties of the, third row in the balcony, where it was cheaper, and where, too, they woudn't have to speak to anybody else. There were teas in Washing- ton Square, where nobody but them- selves and their hostess were present, as well as other unexpected outings, in which all the rest of the worliI was forgotten. The house, too, was all their own. Nobody upstairs; nobody downstairs Nit the servants; even the emptiness of daddy's room, so grewsome in the old days, brought a certain feeling of delight. "Just you and me," as..hey said a dozen times a day to each oth- er. And then the long talks on that blessed old sofa with its cushions— (what a wonderful old sofa it was, and how much it had heard); talks about when she was a girl --as if she had ever passed the age; and when he was a boy; and of what they both " thought and did in that blissful state of innocence and inexperience. Talks about the bungalow which Garry had toppled over—and how it would he furnished; and whether they could not persuade the landlord to sell them the dear sofa and move it out there bodily; talks about their life during the coming winter, and Wheth- er she should visit Aunt Felicia's—. and if so, whether Jack would come too; and if she didn't, wouldn't it be just as well for Jack to have some place in ,Morfordsburg where lie could find a bed in case he got storm -bound and couldn't get back to the cabin that same night. All kinds and con- ditions and sorts of talks that only two lovers enjoy, and for which only two lovers can find the material. Sometimes she thought he might be too lonely and neglected at the log - cabin. Then she would make believe she was going to ask daddy to let them be married.right away, insist- ing that two rooms 'were enough for chi e illi! cookig, ak:' inoverht e joy i min i wouldw.par attic arms would b bend knowing all a time no more have allowed her.,; one of these things._. than have permitted her to ,chop' e''s wood. Moat of these day dreams, plots,. and imaginings were duly :reported by letter to Miss Belida to see What she thought of them all. For the dear lady's opposition had long since broken down. In these letters Ruth poured out 'her_ heart as she did to no ons' except Jack; each missive in terspersed with asides. as to how dear Jack was, and how considerate, and how it woulif not be '"very long time before she would soon get the other half of the dear lady's laces, now that daddy and Jack (,the boy had been given an interest in the busi- ness.) were going to make lots of money -on the new work—to all of which Miss Felicia replied that love in a garret was what might be ex- pected of fools, but that love in a log cabin could only be practiced by lunatics. It was toward the close of this pre-honey-moon—it lasted- only ten days, but it was full moon every hour and no cloiids—when, early one morn- ing—before nine o'clock, really—a night message was handed to Jack. It had been sent to the brick office, but the telegraph boy, finding •that building closed and abandoned, . had delivered it to Mrs. Hicks, who, dis- covering it to be `sealed, forwarded it at once, and by the same hand,. to the MacFarlane house, ..known now to everybody as the temporary headquar- ters,_especially in the day ti fiT of the young superintendent - who was going to marry the daughter—"and there ain't a nicer, nor a better, bar a prettier." On this morning, then, the two had planned a day in the woods back of the hills; Ruth's mare was to be hooked up to a hired buggy, and such comforts as a bucket of ice, lettuce sandwiches thin as wafers, a cold chicken, a spirit lamp, teapot, and cups and saucers, not to mention a big shawl for my sweetheart to sit off, and another smaller one for her lovely shoulders when the cool of the evening came on, were to be stowed away under the seat. "That telegram is from Aunt Felicia, I know," said Ruth. "She has set her heart on my coming up 'to Geneseo, but I cannot go, Jack. 1 don't want -to be a minute away from you." Jack had now broken the seal and was scanning the contents. Instant- ly his face grew grave. "No—it's not from Aunt Felicia," he said in a thoughtful tone, his eyes studying the despatch. "I don't know whom it's from; it is signed T. Bal- lantree; I never heard of him before. He wants me to meet him at the As- tor House to -day at eleven o'clock. Some business of your father's, I ex- pect—see, it's dated Morfordsburg. Too bad, isn't it, blessed—but I must go. Here, boy"—this to the messen- ger, who was moving out of the door —"stop at the livery stable as you go by and tell them I won't want the horse and wagon, that I'm going to New York. All in a life -time, my blessed—hut I'm dreadfully sorry." "And you must go? Isn't it mean, Jack—and it's such a lovely day." "Yes—but it can't be helped. What are you going to do with the sand- wiches and chicken and things? And you had so much trouble making tthent. Andy 'ou"will be lonelytoo." "Why, I shall keep then, till you come back, and we'll have a lovely feast at home," she said with alight laugh in her effort to hide her feel- ings. "Oh, no, I shan't be lonely. You won't he gone long, Jack, will you, dear?" "I hope not." His' mind must no longer rest on the outing. There was work to do fbr Ruth as well as himself. His play time had come to a sudden end; the hell had rung and recess was oyez. He looked at his Watch; there was just time to catch the train. She followed him to the door and kissed her hand as he swu g down the path and through the te, and watched him until he had di ppear- ed behind the long wall of t e fac- tory; then she went in, put a ay the sandwiches and chicken, and t e tea- pot and the cups and saucers, and (DON -AL w4wele' - Canada's Best Buy - TE ECONOMY PACKAGE b`Now 804 (ALSO PROCURABIE42 lb. 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But now for Jack and what the day held for him of wonders and surpris- es. Some pessimistic 'Wiseacre has said that all the dire and dreadful things in life drop out of a clear sky; that it is the unexpected which is to be feared, and that the unknown bridges are the ones in which dangers lurk and where calamity is to be feared. The optimistic Scribe bites his de- risive thumb at such ominous proph- ecies. Once in a while some rain does fall, and now and then a roar of thunder, or sharp slash of sleet will split the air during our journey through life, but the blue is always above, and the -clouds but drifting ships that pass and are gone. In and through them all the warm, cheery sun fights on for joyous light and happy endings, and almost always wins. This time the unexpected took shape in the person of T. Ballantree, from Morfordsburg—a plain, direct, straight -to -the -point kind of a man, whom Jack found in the corridor of the Astor House with his eyes on the clock. "You are very prompt, Mr. Breen" I he said in clear-cut tones, "so am I. What .1 wanted to see you about is just this: You own some ore prop- erty three miles east of the Maryland Mining Company's lay -out. Am I right?" "Yes, you are right," answered Jack with a comprehensive glance which began at the speaker's black derby hat, traversed his suit of store clothes, and ended in a pair of boots which still showed some traces of yellow clay, as if their wearer had been prospecting the day before. "Are there any encumbrances on the property—any mortgages or liens not yet recorded? I don't mean tax- es; I find they have been paid," con- tinued Ballantree. Jack shifted his seat so he could get -a better view of the speaker's face, and said in answer: "Why do you ask?" "Because," said the man with en- tire frankness, "we understand that the Maryland Mining Company have an option on it. If that is so, I'll stop where I am. We don't care to buck up against Breen & Co." "No," answered Jack, now convinc- ed of the man's sincerity; "no—it's free and clear except for a loan of ten thousand dollars held by a friend, which can he paid off at any time." Ballantree ducked his head in token of his satisfaction over the state- ment and asked another question— this time with his eyes straight on Jack. "Is it for sale—now—for money?" It was Jack's turn to focus his gaze. This was the first time any one had asked that question in the memory of the oldest inhabitant. "Well, that depends on what it is wanted for, Mr. Ballantree," laughed Jack. He had already begun to like the man. "And perhaps, too, on who wants it, Is it for speculation?" Ballantree laughed in return. "No —not a square foot of it. I ant the general manager of the Guthrie Steel Company with head -quarters here in New York. We have been looking for mineral up in that section of the State, and struck yours. I might as well tell you that I made the borings myself." "Are you an expert?" asked Jack. The way people searched his title, examined his tax receipts and rammed hypodermics into his property with- out permission was, to say the least, amusing. "Been at it thirty years," replied Ballantree in a tone that settled all doubt on the subject. "It is a low-grade ore, you know," explained Jack, feeling bound to ex- press his own doubts of its value, "No, it's a high-grade ore," return- ed Ballantree with some positiveness; "that is, it was when we got down into it. But I'm not here to talk about percentage—that may cone in later. I came to save Mr. Guthrie's time. I was to bring you down to see him if you wore the man and everything was clean, and if you'll go —and i wouldn't, advise you to stay away--i'll meet you at his office at twelve o'clock sharp; there's his card. ll. isn't more than four blocks from here." ,Tack Ioek the card, looked on both sides of it, tucked it in his inside poc- ket, and said he would cone, with pleasure. 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Go and see him by all means and tell him everything. Talk just as you would to me. One,of the best men in the Street, Not a crooked hair on his head, Jack.. Well—well— this does look like business." • "Pardon me, sir, one minute, if you please—" interpolated Peter to an in- sistent depositor whom Jack and his impatience had crowded out. "Now your book—thank you -r— And Jack? —this over the hat of the depositor, his face a marvel of delight—"come to my rooms -at four—wait for me— I'll be there." Out again and around the anything to kill time until the precio hour should arrive. Lord!—how minutes dragged. The hands of the old clock of Trinity spire must be stuck together. Any other day it would take him at least. half an hour to walk up Wall Street, down Broad- way to the Battery and back again— now ten minutes was enough. Would the minute hand •never climb up the face to the hour hand and the two get together at twelve, and so end his impatience. He wished now he had telegraphed to Ruth not to expect him until the late afternoon train. He thought he would do it now. Then he changed his mind. No; it would be better to await the result of his interview. Yet still the clock drag- ged on, and still he waited for the magic hour. Ten minutes to twelve —five—then twelve precisely—but by+ this time he was closeted inside Mr. Guthrie's private office. Peter also found the hours drag- ging. What could it all mean? he kept asking himself as he handed back the books through his window, his eyes wandering up,, to the old- fashioned clock. Robert Guthrie the banker—a real banker—had sent for the boy—Guthrie, who never made a too hurried move. Could it be pos- sible that good fortune was coming to Jack?—that he and Ruth—thati. Ah, old fellow, you nearly made a mistake with the amount of that check! No—there was no use in sup- posing. He would just wait for ,Jack's story. When he reached home he was still in the same overwrought, anxious state—hoping against hope. When would the boy come? he asked him- self a hundred times as he fussed about his room, nipping off the dead leaves from his geraniums, drawing the red curtains hack; opening and shutting the hooks, only to throw himself into his chair at last. Should he smoke until, four?—should he read. What a fool he was making of him- self! It was astonishing that one of his age should: be so excited over a mere business proposition—really not a proposition at all, when he came to think of it—just an ordinary ques- tion asked. He must compose him- self. It was quite absurd for him to go on this way. But would the boy never conte? It was four o'clock now—or would be in ten minutes, and—and— Yes! He sprang toward the door and caught the young fellow in his arms. "Oh! such good news! Mr. Guthrie's bought the property!" roared .Jack. IIc had made one long spring from the sidewalk up three flights of steps to the old-fashioned door, but he still had breath to gasp the glad tidings. "Bought!—Who?—Not Guthrie!" "Yes—I am to sign the papers to- morrow. Oh!—Uncle Peter, I am half crazy with delight!" "Hurrah," shouted Peter. "Hurrah, I say! This is good news! Well!— Well!" He was still bending over him, his eyes blinking in his joy, scur- ries of irradiating smiles chasing each other over his face. Never had the old gentleman been in such a state. "And how much, Jack?" "Guess." "Will there be enough to pity Isaac's ten thousand?" "More!" .Tack was nearly burst- ing, but he still held in. "Twenty thousand?" This came timidly, fearing that it was too much and yet hoping that it might he true. "More!" The strain on .Tack was getting dangerous. "Twenty-five thousand?" Peter's voice now showed that he was con- vinced that this sum was too small. "More! Go on, Uncle Peter! Go on!" "Thirty-five thousand, Jack?" It was getting hot; certainly this was the limit. Was there ever such luck ? •"Yes!—and five thousand more! Forty thousand dollars and one-fifth interest in the output! Just think what Ruth will say. I've just sent her a telegram. Ohl—what a home- coming!" And then, with Peter drawn up beside him, his face radiant and his eyes sparkling with joy, he !Aired out the story of the morning. How he had begun by telling Mr, Guthrie of his own and Mr. MacFarlane's opinion of the property, as he did not 'want to sell anything he himself con- sidered worthless. How he had told him frankly what Peter had said of his—Mr. Guthrie's = fairrIess and honesty; how lie was; at work �or his prospective father h -law, `the distinguiehod 'engineer of wheat `M'. Guthrie had no doubt heard—at whic the gentleman nodded. HOW ';,this property had been given hire by' his father, and ,was ` all he ,had in ,the' world except what he could earn; how he already owed too -thousand dollars and had pledged,thd property as part payment and how, in view' of these facts, fie. would take any sum over ten thousand dollars that Mr. Guthrie would . give him, provid- ed Mr. Guthrie thought it was worth that much. "But I am buying, not selling, your land, young man," , the banker had said. "I know. it, sir, and I am will- ing tokeyour own figures," replied—at ch Mr. Guthie had laughed in a kindly way, and had then called in Mr. Ballantree and another man; how the three had then talked in a corner, and how he had heard Mr. Guthrie say, "No, that is not fair—add another five thousand and increase the interest to one-fifth"; whereupon the two men went out and came back later with a letter in dupli- cate, one of which Mr. Guthrie had signed, and the other which he, Jack, signed—and here was Mr. Guthrie's letter to prove it. With this Jack took out the document and laid it before Peter's delighted eyes; adding that the deeds and Isaac's release were to be signed in the morning, and that Mr. Guthrie had sent a special message by him to the effect that he very much wished Mr. Gray- son would also be present when the final transfers would be signed and the money paid. Whereupon the Scribe again main- ' cloudtl'I and, tha+ were as• Jack Arse as honest real banker, rho' and the millea nit doors. Peter had drank the story, bowing rids out his fingers, or irjrd! his customary "Well, Wall someparticular detail"seem towrd the final success And then, the story over,: came the part that Peter nevi got; that he has told -'a 4104) and always with the same tr. tear under the eyelids,`+and the, quivering of his lower lip/, - • Jack had `drawn his chair ''nail the old gentleman, and had. one arm over the shoulder of dearest friend in the world. was a moment's silence as they at;' there, and then Jack began. "There is something I want you to do for ., me, Uncle Peter,",he said, drawing his arm closer till his own fesh chisek almost touched the bead .-pf theolder man. "Please, don't refuse." 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