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If we ,444i,c0MO: Sone sort of an understanang to -night, Ins" attorney will beeboippy to:toilet you to -morrow at/anytline and plate you may sug- gest." tt \sisittow the khlialtizaor s better. • LW TCHES Tigeniniairatetbm. inceatgatkaat march 09LINUrtnenge; • Kill them all, and the germs too. 10c a packet at- Druggists, Grocers and General Stores. sommoyouwilliammi A universal custom After that benefits every- ucimpu body. - ""‘"/ Aids digestion, Meal cleanses the teeth, / soothes the throat. a good thing Jo remember Seated in lits RUM). Package *RIG TNIPS9.1 THE FLAVOR LASTS Stopf Look! Listen! CREAM WANTED We are not only a Cream 'Market for you, but we /are also a large Dairy Indu1try in your community. We respectfully solicit your Cream. Our Motto: Guarantee Accurate Weights and Tests. Courteous and Prompt Service. Highest Market Values. Cream Grading. A difference of 3 cents per pound Butter Fat paid between No. 1 and No. 2 Grade Cream. Cash For Cream. - Cash paid to any Patron wishing it when Cream is delivered. Creamery open •We•dnesday and Saturday Evenings. The Seaforth Creamery. NOTICE "'Any Patrons with Seaforth Creamery Cans and not going to nee them to send cream to us thla season, will kindly return them to the Creamery. These are our property and only loaned to patrbba, and must be returned in good order. The Seaforth Creamery. .3884-tf I actually was staggerer& Upon my word it was almost as if he were dunning me and magnonimously con- senting to give me an extension of time if I could see my way clear to let him have something on account. My choler was rising. "I may as -well tell you first at last, .Count Tarnoway, that I cannot let you have the money. It is quite -dm - possible. In the first place, I haven't tim amount to spare; in the second—" "Enough, sir," he broke in angrily. "I have committed the common error of regarding one of you as 8 gentle- man. Damn me, ifI shall evex do so again. There isn't one in the whole of the United "States. Will you .be good enough, Mr. Smart, to overlook my mistake? I thank you for taking the trouble to rush into print in my defence. If you have gained any- thing by 'it, I do not begrudge you the satisfaction you must feel in be- ing heralded as the host of Count Tarnow,sy and his friend. You ob- tained the privilege very cheeply." „ "Yeu will 4o well, sir, to keep a viI tougue i your . head," said I, paling with fury. 'Thave nothing more to saitfo you, Mr. Smart," said he contemptuously. "Good night. Francois! Conduct Mr. Smart to -the corridor." Francois --or "Franwo" as .Britton, whose French is very lame, had call- ed him—preceded me to the door. In all my eacperience, nothing has sur- prised me so much as my ability to leave the room without first kicking Francois' master, or at least telling him what I thought of him. Strange- ly enough I did not recover my sense of speech until I was well out into the corridor. Then I deliberately took a gold coin out of my pocket and pressed it into the valet's hand. "Kindly give that to your master with my compliments," said I, in a voice that was intended to reach Tar- nmirsy's ear. "Bon soir, m'sieu," said Francois, with an amiable grin. He watched me descend the stairs and then softly 'closed the door. In the office I came upon Mr. Schymansky. "I trust everything is satisfactorily arranged. Mr.—" he began smiling and- rubbing his hands. He was so utterly unprepared for the severity of the interruption that the smile was still in process of congealing as I Stepped out into the narrow, illy - lighted street. Max and Rudolph were waiting at the wharf far me. Their excellent arms and broil backs soon drove the light boat across the river. But once during the five or ten minutes of passage did I utter a word, and that word, while wholly involuntary and by no means addressed to _my oarsmen, had the remarkable 'effect of making them row like fury for the remainder of the distance. Mr. Ppopendyke was waiting for me in Hie courtyard. He was carry- ing a lantern, which he held rather close to my face as if looking for something he dreaded to see. "What the devil is the matter with you?" I demanded irascibly!' "What's up? What are you doing out here with a lantern?" "I was rather anxious," he said, a note of relief in his voice. "I feared that something unexpected night have' befallen you. Five minute's ago the—Mr. Pless called up on the tele- phone and left a message for youNt rather upset me, sir." "He • did, eh? Well, wbat did he say'!" "He merely commanded me to give you his compliments and. to tell you to go to the devil. 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"It' mot boVe had a very familiar sound to hor:' sald sourly, "SO She inforjned loc." 4qh,ofve seen her, elt?" ' e came dOlpn to the secret door a few minutes ago and urged ole to set out to meet you. She says she can hardly waft for the news.- I was to send you upstairs „A once." Confound hirn, be took that very instant to hold the lantern up to my face again, and caught me grinning like a Cheshire cat.: I hurried to my room and brushed myself up a bit. On my bureau, in a glass of water,there was a white boutonniere, rather clumsily con. structed and all ready to be minned in the lapel of rny coat. I confess to a blush. I wish Britton would not be so infernally arduous in his efforts to pleakm me. The Countess gave a little sigh of relief when I dashed in upon her a few minutes later. She had it all out of me before I had quite recovered my breath after the climb upstairs. "And so it was I.who spent all the money," she ,mused, with a far -away look in her eyes. "In trying to be a countess," said I boldly. She smiled. "Are you hungry?" "Delightfully," said I. We sat down at the table. "Now tell me everything all over again," she said. CHAPTER /III I Am InformedThat 1 Am in Love. Mr..Poopendyke began to develep a streak of romantic invention—iufact, tomfoolery—A dey or two after my experience with tourit Tarnoway in the !tempi Hotel. He is the last per- son in the world of whom I—or any one else—would suspect of a radical nature. We were finding it rather difficult to -get down to actual, serious work on the book. The plot and the syn- opsis, of course, were quite complete- ly outlined; with ordinary' intensity of purpose on my part the tale might have galloped through the introduc- tory chapters with some clarity and decisiveness. But for; some reason I linked the power of concentration, or perhaps more properly speaking the power of initiative. I laid it to the hub -bub created by the final effort of lee workmen to finish the job of re- pairing my castle before cold weather set in. "That isn't it, Mr. Smart," said my secretary \darkly. We were in the study and my pad of paper was lying idly on my knees. F6r half an hour I had been trying o think of a handy sentence with which to open the story —the kind of -sentence that catches the unwary reader's attention at a glance and makes for interest. "What is it, then?" I demanded, at once resetting an opinion. He smiled mysteriously. "You are not thinking of the workmen just now„ were you?" "Certainly," said I, coldly. "What's that got.to do with it?" "Nothing, I suppose," said he re- signedly. I hesitated. "Of course it is the work that upsets me. What are you driving at?" • He stared for a long time at the portrait of Ludwig idle Red. "Isn't' it odd that the Countess, an Ameri- can, should be descended from the old Rothhoefens-? What a small world sit is, after all!" I became wary. "Nothing odd a- bout it to me. We've all got to des- cend from somebody:" "I dare say. • Still it is odd that she should be hiclieg ia the castle of her ances--" "Not at all, not at all. It just hap- penis.to be a handy place. Perfectly natural." We lapsed into a prolonged spell of silence. I found myself watching him rather combatively, as# who would anticipate the move of an ad- versary. "Perfect rot," said I, at last, with- out rhyme or reason. He grinned. "Nevertheless, it's the general opinion that yon are," said he. • I sat up very straight. "What is that?" ' "You're in love," said he succinct- ly. It was like a bomb, and a bomb is the very last thing in sucefnctness. It comes to the point without palaver or conjecture, and it reduces havoc to a single synonymous syllable. "You're crazy!" I gasped. "And the workmen haven't any- thing at all to do with it," he pro- nounced emphatically. It was a di- rect charge. I distinctly felt called upon to refute it. But while I was striving to coiled my thoughts he went on, somewhat arbitrarily, I thought; "You don't think we're all blind, do you, Mr. Smart?" "We?" I murmured, a curious dampness assailing me. "That is to say, Britton, the Schmicks and myself." "The Schmicks?" It wets high time that 1 should laugh. "Ha! hat The Schmicks! Good Lord, man— the Schmicks." It sounded inane even to me, but, on my soul, it was all T could think of to spy. "The Schnlicke are tickled to death over it," said he. "And so is Brit- ton." Collecting all the sarcasm that I could eornmanel at the instant, I in- quired: "And you. Mr. Poopendyke, —are you not ticklish? "Very," said he. Await Pit; 74,14. 441140nrht°4211,i414:.' "P & art r ibut 101" Po convincingly Gth9fTra4enhaeanabyvInapilitffb�t "You are quite The (*gee I exclainikedl rather blankly. "Oh, I've seen it4fitlig. For that matter, so bas slie.''s as plain att the noiie--" I leaped to my feef,,:otartled. "She? You flon't—Has she:Mid anything that leads you to believe— Oh, the deuce!' What rat"' "No use getting 0,07 over it," he said consolingly. Wailing in love is the sort of thing4el1ow can't help you know. It happened without his assistance. It- is 80 easy. Now 1 was once in love viiiMi^* girl for two years without really.hnowing It,"; "A w you,,And it out?" I asked, weakly. ' • f: ' "I didn't find it oqt,nntil she mar- ried anther chap.' rTlito 1 knew I'd been in love with hdr• all the time. But that' •i neither here nor there. You are heels over heed in love with the Countess TarrioWq and—" "Shut up, Fred! tot.'re going daf- fy from reading my tobs, or absorb- ing my manuscripts,. or—" "Heaven is my witheils.1 don't read your books and, I merely correct your manuscripts. Goer knelt's there is no romance in that! TN( are in love. Now what are y0114444 to do about it?" "Do about it?" I demanded. ' "You can't go on in. this way, you know," he said relenttessly. "She "Why, you blithering idiot," I roared, "do you know what you are saying? I'm not in love with any, body. My heart IS—is= But never mind! Now, listen Ur nie, Fred. This nonsense has got to, mase. I won't have it. Why, she's already got a. husband. She's had alt••she can stand in the way of husb--"; ' "Rubbish! She can stand a hus- band or two more, if you are going to look at it in a literal way. Besides she hasn't a husband, She's chucked him. Good riddance, 'too. Now, do you imagine for a single instant that a beautiful, adorable young woman of twenty-three is going to spend the rest of her life without a man? Not n'shuechwIiii.S„hes free to marry again and "Admitting that to be true, why should she marry me?" "I didn't say she was in love with you. I said you were in love with her." "Oh," I said, and my face fell. "I see." He seemed to be considering some- thing. After a fee secends, he nod- ded his head decisively. r"Yes, I am sure of it. If the right man gets her, she'll make the finest, sweetest wife in the world. She's never had a chance to show what's really in her. She would be adorable, wouldn't she?" The sudden question caught me un- awares. "She would!" I said, with convic- tion. "Well," said he,..slowly and deliber- ately, "why don't you set about it, then?" He was so ridiculous that I thought for the fun of it, I'd humor him. I, se semis now me," 4, was conaciona of the heart: right'? Was illy twaddle? bout her." 70.1041- 4‘441114:4• , ,wfliBIrtn, 1, m;./0:14n444•IteltiliAloli,,?,,t.tfit, P- l.:43•T.,„,,, .filtafee *1111,' the itee,ielMt.' '. . 1 • . ,I 0 Peel**1•9"10,! 74 baien't paJe 41ePee*",•1 e•gehe * 4.1he • ;DO y0091nunlirs5640,whirxejsmdm,":•::;:bt,k ,re , ly elear of the fellmir yet. iwaget a good mossy Mouths to wait before the matter of the 'etild, and the final decree, _. "Isn't she worth waiting a year for —or ten years? Besides, the whole squabble will come to an end the mhs- ute old man Titus puts up the hack million. And the minute the Con - teas goes to him and says she's will- ing, for him to pay it, you take my 1 word for it, he'll settle like a flash. It rests with her." "I don't quite get your meaning." ' "She isn't going to let a stingy lit,. batleo.pinineillaisen, stand between her and "Confound you, do you mean to say she'd`ask her father to pay over -that million in order to be free to marry ,-,. 1 _did not condescend to finish the sentence. "Why not?" he demanded after a momlent. "He owes it, doesn't he?" I glDsped. "Bt you wouldn't have him pay over a million - to that dairined brute of a Count!" ,He grinned. "You've changed your song, my 'friend. 'A few weeks age you were saying he ought to pay it, that it would serve him right, and—" "Did I say that?" "You did. You even said it to the Countess." "But not with the view to making it possible for her to hurry oir and marry -again. Please understand that Fred," - "He 'ought to pay what he owes. He gave a million to get one husband for her. He ought to give a million to be rid of him, so that she could marry the next one without putting him. to any expense whatsoever. It's only fair to her, I say. And now I'll tell you something else: the Countess who has stood out stubbornly against the payment of this money, is now halfway inclined to advise the old gentleman to settle with Tarnowsy?" "She is?" I cried in astonishment. "How do you know?" "I told her I thought it was the cheapest and quickest way out of it, and she said: 'I wonder!' " "Have you been discussing her most sacred affairs with her, you blithering—" "No, sir," said he, with dignity. "She has been discussing them with me." I have no reCellection of what I said as I stalked oat of the room. He called, out after me, somewhat pleadingly, I thought: "44.sk Britton what he has to say about it." Things had come to a pretty pass! Couldn't a gentleman be politeand agreeable to a young and charming lady whom circumstances had thrown in his way without- having his motives niisconstrued by a lot of snooping, idiotic menials whose only zest in life sprung from a temperamental tendency to belittle the big things and enlarge upon the smail ones? What rot! What utter rot! Ask Britton! The more I thought of Poopendyke's injunction the more furious I grew. WIfilt insufferable insolence! Ask Britton! The idea! Ask my valet! Ask him what? Ask him politely if he could oblige me by telling me whether I was in love? I s u ppose that is what Poo pendy ke. meant! It was the silliest idea in the world —in the first place I was not in love, and in the second place whose busi- ness was it but mine if I were? Cer- tainly not Poopendyke's, certainly not Britton's, certainly not the Schmicks'! Absolute lack of any sense of pro- portion, that's what ailed the whole bally of•them. What looked like love to them—benighted dolts!—was no more than a rather resolute effort en my part to be kind to and patient with a person who had invaded my home° and set everybody—including myself -•-by the ears. But, even so, what right had my "Assuming that you are right in re- gard to my feelings toward her, Fred, what leads you to believe" that I would stand a chance of winning her?" It was a silly question, but I declare I hung on his answer witho nseness that surprised -me. "Why not? Yoh are goodlooking, a gentleman, &celebrity, and a man. Bless my soul, she could do worse." "But you forget that I am—let mo see—thirty-five and she is but twenty- three' "To offset that, she has been mar- ried and unhappy. That brings her about up to your. lore', I should say. She's a- mother, and that makes you seem a good bit younger. Moreover, she isn't a sod widow. She's rt grass widow, and she's got a living example to use as a contrast Regulation wid- ows sometimes forget the past be- cause it is dim -and dead;lbut, by George, sir, 'the divorced wife doesn't forget the hard time she's had. She's mighty careful when she goes about it the second time. The other kind has lost her sense of comparison, her standard, so to speak. Her husband may have been a rotter and all that sort 6f thing, but he's tlead and buried and she can't see anything but the good that was in him for the simple reason that it's on his tombstone. But when they're still alive and as bad as ever,—well, don't you see it's different?" "It occurs to me shn'd be more like- ly to see the evil in all men and steer clear of them." "That isn't feminiine nature. All women want to be loved. They want to he married. They want to make some man happy." "I suppose all this is philosophy," I mused, somewhat pleased and molli- fied. "But we'll look at it from an- other point of view. The former Miss Titus set out for a title. She got it. Do you imagine she'll marry a man who has no position—By Jove! That reminds me of something. Yod aro altogether wrong in your reasoning, Fred. With her own lips she declar- ed to me one day that she'd never marry again. There you are!" He rolled his eyes heavenward. "They take delight in self-pity," said ,he. "You can't believe 'em under oath when they're in that mood." "Well, granting that she will marry again," said I, rather insistently, "it dosen't follow that her parents will consent to a marriage with any one leas than a duke the net time." ' •44:„V ay,„.4ve, 4 es;:4`,ergareitatekidarfreftr•r: ""tlAi‘eaVieeiir • 4.:g, V,W))V(V.,' r *';/. • alvki iA:",1...00.44. qp„,-..444/.00;otaq: 3•04 .1. ritt -;:tt•toil.tat ; av • via , 4 ,4/) W°' *14,14,4 y. !' secretary to constitute himself advis. er and mentos to the eharatIng, Ip- ader? What 'right had be to !mpg, gest what she should do, or What./her father should 40, or whet nobody abould do? He was getting' to be disgustingly officious, Whet he need- ed was a smart‘jecking up, a little' plain talk from me. Give a privileg- ed and admittedly faithful secretaty an ineltond he'll have you up to isadr ears in trouble before you knovrubat has happened. By the same Wired, whet right had she to engage herself in confidential chats With— But just then I caught sight of Britton com- ing upstairs with iny neatly polished tan shoes on one band and a pair of number fPAA tan pumps in the other. Not expecting tomeet me i/1 the hall, be had neglected to remove his cap when he came in from the courtyhrd. In some confusion,. he tried to take it off, first with one hand, then with the other, sustaining what one might designate as absent treatment kicks on either jaw 'from' two diainct sexes in the shape of shoes. He managed to get all four of them into one hand,, however, and then- grabbed off his cap. "Anythink more, sir?" he asked, purely from habit. I was regarding the shoes with in- terest.. Never have I known any- thing so ludicrous as the contrast be- tween my stupendous number tens and the dainty pumps that seemed almost babyish beside them. Then I did the very thing I had excoriated Poopendyke for even sug- gesting. I asked Britton! "Britton, what's all this gossip I hear going the rounds of the castle behind my back?" • Confound him, he looked pleased! "It's quite true, sir, efuite true." "Quite true!" I roared. "What is quite true, sir?" "Isn't it, sir?" he asked, dismayed. "Isn't what?" "I mean to say, sir, isn't it true?" "My God!" I cried, throwing up my hands in hopeless despair. "You— you—wait! I'm going to get to the bottom of this. I want the truth, Britton. Who put it into that con- founded head of yours that I am— er—in love with the Countess? Speak! Who did It?" He lodvered his voice, presumably because I had dropped mine to a very loud whisper. I also had glanced over both shoulders. "Begging your pardon, sir, but I must be honest, sir. It was you as ' first put it into my 'ead, sir." "I?" My face went the colpr of a cardinal's cap.' "You, sir. It's as plain as the nose on your—" "That will do, Britton," I command- ed. He remained discreetly silent. "That will do, I say," I repeated, somewhat testily. "Do you hear, sir?" "Yea, sir," he responded. "That will do, you says." "Ahem ! I—ahem!" ' Somewhat clumsily I put on my nose -glasses and made a pretext of examining his burden rather closely. "What's this you have here." "Shoes, sir." "I see, I see. Let me have them." He handed me my own. "The others, if you please," I said, dis- daining the number tens. "May I in - Mare, sir, where you are taking these?" I had the Coulitegs's pumps in my hands. He explained that le was going to drop mine in my room and then take hers upstairs. "You may drop mine as you intended. I shall take care of these." "Very good, sir," said he, with such At the summer resort the quiet lit - positive relief in his voice that I glar- tle man in the baggy trousers is the ed at him. He left me standing one who is so rich that it isn't nec- there, a small pump in each hand. essary to impress anybody. — St. Five minutes later I was at her Thornes Times -Journal. 404.'4 *Mt esnll Alois of Me,' 1." •Isfi reSfaltulinglY dPqr neer rahscd' instead otsavrVI40.',44v,pr bud design,, 1 -develo_04 gji oa ming deeite30 40 notJkngofr Why go on maldfog-_,a fool.0f, Why add fuel to 'the OireadY ous flame? Of e*Utae I Was love with her, the idea was • r fermi. But, just the same Waded set:1(804,3,mm liegfn gossip, and hack $.tiiir 4itda1lz very worst type. It me to encourage it. 14ke ts• had just given Britton deal g be support his contention, and be WOuld. not be long in getting- down to the servants' hall with the lateat exhibit in the charge against me, , Moreover, if every -one was taUdng about it, what was to prevent the On* gossip from reaching the sensitive ears of the Countess?. A sickening thought atruek me: 'could it ha p eible that the Coutes hesself sint- peeted me of being in love with:her? A woman's vanity. goes along *Or sometimes. The thought did notice- - sen the panic that afflicted me. 'I tip -toed away from the door to ,a leas exposed spot at the bend in the Stair- !' There, after sbme de iberation I came to a decision. The proper thing for me to, do was to show all of them that their ridiculous suspicions were wrong. I owed it_to the countess, to say)the least. She was my guest, as it were, and it was my ditty to pro- tect her while she was in my house. The only thing for me...to do, there- fore, was to stay away from her. The thought of it distressed me, but it seemed to be the only way, end the fair one. No doubt she would expect some sort of an explanation for the sudden indifference on my part but I could attribute everything to an overpowering desire to work on my story. (I have a habit of using my work as an excuse for not doing a great many things that I ought to do.) All this tinie I was regarding the small tan pumps with something -a- kin to pain in my eyes. I could not ' help thinking about the tiny feet they sometimes covered. By some sort of intuitive computation I arrived -at the - conclusion that they were adarahly_ small, and pink, and warm. Sudden- ly it occurred to me that my present_ conductwas reprehensible, that nd- mao of honour would be holding a-, lady's pumps in hia,,hands and allow- ' ing his imagination to go too far. Resolutely I put them behind - my back and marched downstairs. "Britton," said I, a few minutes later, "youemay take these up to the Countess, after all." He blinked his eyes. "Wasn't she - at 'ome, sir?" "Don't be insolent, Britton. Do as I tell you." "Very good, sir." He held the pumps up to admire them. "They're very cute, ain't they, air?" "They are just like all pumps," said I, indifferently, and walked a- way. If I eould have been quite sure that it was a chuckle I heard, I should have given Britton something to think about for the rest of his days. The impertinent rascal! (Continued next week.) UNIVERSITY The University is composed of three units, the College of Arts, the Medical School and the Institute of Public Health. Three colleges are affiliated, viz., Huron Col- lege, Assumption College and Ursuline College. The University—established 1878—is a regional insti- tution supported by muni - OF WESTERN ONTARIO (Western University) cipaliand provincial grants. 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