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dancin' with 'ye."
But there was only,one that anxious.
woman's heart 'was. set up that he
might ask her. And there were the
fiddles already tuning up and the
piano striking their notes twenty
times aver to help them dao It, with-
out a sign of that one coming. How-
ever,
owever, hecame at last, but only when
Patricia was already Surrounded and
again and again, under Mrs. Slattery's
observant -eye, had' written a name
down en her programme,
"There's the gintlemen's dressin'-
room in there," said she, before
Charles had so much as set . his foot
upon the to step, and just as he
was thanking her 'for the information,
.some impulse seized lier. She stood
on' the tips, of her toes—which even
with that cohtriving brought her no
higher than his nhouldec--and• she
whispered one word:
Hurry!" said she. ,.............
He looked, down at her and smiled
but with ' more bewilderment than
amusement hi ° his face.
"What for.?" he 'asked.
"Ye're late," said she.,,
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"Wasn't it for nine o'clock?" ' he
inquired, still: at a loss.
"Ah., don't talk!" site exclaimed.
"Hurry!" And.4saying air more, she
just cast her eyes to where Patricia
stood at the top of the stairs with
three 'young en about' her begging
for -her progra me.
Whether that was what she meant,
he did.not•wait to 'think, but was gone
on the moment to throw' his hat and
coat to the man who, when this •story
first set out, was that Same boy rid-
ing for the doctor. ' ' .1. s•• •
Within . two • mfautes he was' .up'
those stairs, those eyes of Mrs. Slat-
tery's speeding after him.
"Am I too late for a dance?" he
asked Patricia. ' "
She showed hini her programme, a
•
column .,of names., and John Iles-
mond's there as large as life across
two items in the middle. There was
not once space left for Charles in
which to write his own.
"You've filled it . up very quick,"•
said h yn a voice that was odd even
to his hearing.
"'Tis my dance,"' sale . she, "and
they're beta' very kind to 'Me." 'd
He returaed ber programme, just
bent his. head and walked away. It
was onl.' Mrs. Slattery, ,who saw her
look that followed him. In her ex
citement, she directed three young
women to the gentlemen's dressing -
room.
This •had been his last chance, and
to Charlessat seeined that it had- gone.
The next day she would be out of his
reach and, so far as 'he knew, having
regard for the sanctity of the convent
life, for ..ever. He found his way to
an empty room, designed for couples
sitting out, but. too early in the eve-
ning as yet to be occupied. There he
walked, up and down, up, and ':own,
with . his mind 'alternating between
the despair of what it seemedt he had
lost and 'the .clinging of youth to the
hope of what he yet might win. , •
A thousand times he toed himself.
he had faced and come through situa-
'tions blacker• of outlook. than was
this. But by now he was. brought to
the conclusion that no adventure was
was quite the same 'as love.
Finesse --it needed, with all the sub-
tle delicacy of force' 'and more 'of
shrewdness, it seemed, 'than lie had
'wit to give jt. No such methods as
he had 'used' on -the Stradbally' roal
with those pressing customers would
•serve him here.. -So flimsy a matter
as a piece of cardboard with a coli
umn of names scribbled in pencil
,stood I between them both, of which,
if it were merely a question of •tear
ing it in pieces, 'the solution were
siinele .enough, and no man's harld_.in
the house that night would have been
strong enough to keep .it from hive
But holding it in the lightest grip of
her fingers, she had ,it more safe that
:f a regiment of men were guarding
There was no way out, and the dif-
ficulty was the more galling• to his
spirits 'because of its littleness. It
appeared there was nothing to be.
done but to fulfil his 'duties as a cas-
ual guest. Returned. and went down -
Stairs, and in the hall he met his host.
"Ah, there's the man," said John
Desmond, and found` a grip, of the•.,
hand as strong as his own. "Ye're
welcome to the house,".said•he, "anal
before ye lay a hand on pine of these.
beautiful creatures, 'ye're to come
along to. the supper -room and have a
drink with me."
Had Charles •the wish, there was
no gainsaying him. He was drawn
along by the arm, arid, the "first
dance having just begun,'the supper -
room was empty.
;'There's going 10 be no talk about
that afternoon," said John Desmond,
handing 'him his glace, "There' are.•
more 'things make a man- take his
drop than the want of it: •if ye don't
know' that—and mind ye, I think ye
clo—there's the whole world to learn
it
"Well, there's not much of it I
haven't seen' one way. and another"
said Charles.
John Desmond laid down his gtaas.
already in that amiable condition of
mind when the shaking of hands is
more expressive ..of. friendship than
<,ay' writing of words.
"Here's' more power to ye," said he
as he lifted his glass again, and when
that was empty, filled it up to the
brim once more.
There are stages of into<icatios as'
plain to be seen as your hknd before
your, face in ane who is young to his
cups. . With the hard drinker, they
s•eem...to merge one into the other,
.when only the practised eye, with an
Intimate knowledge of his man, can
Mark their passage, .One of .the fits•
of these stages is that warm sensa-
tion of confidence .in human nature
—seep weight of confidence as no ex-
perience could support. This is the
most deceiving of 'all. In the first
flash of .it, an unwary man esiil un-
buiden the inmost secrets of his soul
to the merest acquaintance, and li~1e
to regret it all his life, He who has
learnt ,,,wisdom, will choose his com-
pany and keep a guard upon himeelf
until the hour 15 pas sed.
It was not to be supposed that John
Desmond would keep sober with such
a party in progress as they. were bay:-
„Mg
av,ing that night at Waterpark. Where
were, Moreover, as be had said, snore
things than the want of ft preiikin>
upon his mind, and to all of the ire
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agates of that houseit was little less
than a ..matter of haw long he' would
keep himself with dignity upon his
feet.
At that moment when he .led
('Charles Stuart by the arm into the
empty supper room, he was in pro-
.cess of that phase of confidence, de-'
siring nothing better than to unbur-
den his mind, With a solid founda-
tion of experience, however, he chose
his confidant with a shrewd knowl-
edge of men, remembering, if nothing
else, the look he had seen 1 i .Charles
Stuart's eye oh that misadveiztrous
afternoon when Patricia had driven
him frdm the room.
Leaning now 'upon his elbows, that
rested on the table, he looked once
more and closely into Charles • Stu -
art's eyes, when, as if thoroughly sat -
jelled with . what he found there, be
touched his arm,
"Have ye got yeer dances with
Sophie?'' said he.
Charles' brought out his programme,
showing him the empty card with a
laugh. John Desmond heard the bit-
terness in it and, with a swift return
of his mind to his own youth, knew
what it' meant. ,
"Were ye late?" be inquired:
"I suppose I was. In the letter you
wrote me you .said it began' at nine
o'clock. I was here on. the stroke.
Being a stranger more or leas; I
didn't like--"
"Yirra, glory be to God, man,. .ye
must have been out of this country a
long while. Shure; the' invitation says
nine till twelve ewhich •,tmeelle..es.,soen..
as ye can get here and as long • as
yeer feet'll bear ye. There were some
of thim ,fellas, • knowin' • the ropes,
were here soon 'afther eight, the may
they could be gettin' the girls to give
'em dances while there was room for
the spot of a pencil 'on their pro-
grammes. Wasn't there • Sophie was
ready in her .dress by half -past seven,
and she peepin' out through the cur-
tains to see who • would be comin'.
Shure; I suppose 1 oughtn't to be tell -
in' ye that, ,but the world's the world
and women '11 be peepin' out of
chinks in heaven, the way they can
be lookin‘: at 'a man without his see -
'em." -
;This was sound advice and ,such as
Charles, had much need of, 'but was
no help to him one way ,or another.
tben. John Desmond watched the ex-
pressjon on, his •face as he listened;
knowing that somehow he had not
got the right hang of the matter, at
which, 'with a rearm rush of that im- Charles.
pulse of.confidetl@le,' he suddenly low -1 "It's Pat, is it?" said he....
ered his voice to a similar' note as;
when:he made his rare confessions to
Father Casey in the confessional.
"If ye want to get yeer dance with
Sophie," said he, "and will have my
advice, yell put no pass,on her whin
she says her programme is hull. She's
probably written half a dozen' dances
down •herself, the way she ,could be
Savin' up her . dances' for thine she
wants 'ems with, Stick to it'. main, and'
say»ye've got to have wan. From al'.
acceents, ye can rough and. ;amble it
it when 'tis the knives are out and a
man needs, some guts ih him to be
holdie's his own„ but ye're as timid
as a hare with the women"
"Where`s the good of being anything
else?" said Charles. "Force is no arm and turned his face towards, the
good. It 'ud only frighten 'em." door.
John Desmond looked at him ,close- "Get hack," said he,' "to the room
ly, then drew. back his head and set 'and pick up as many, girrls asye can
to laughing as • though he 'had ;been get and -dance with 'em the; way it
listening to the colitic innocence of a 'lid seen ye -d be makin' the divvle
child.
"There's a lot ye'll have. to learn
before ye're a match for Miss Sophie,"
said he.' "Shure,''the only way a man
is stronger ^than' a woman is with his
arm. Wasn't that wife of mine a lit-
tle delicate thing, was Tighter than a
featheraand wasn't she-the'oniy hodY
had the 'power to keep me 'off The
drink.....Couldn't she do just what, she. fat woman at •the door. -fast afther dy-
liked•. with me, and wasn't She gettin' in' jto have the nursin' of ye."
the' way she'd order• me about• 'the "
house, and she jumpiii' down me IN THE DRIVE
throat if I so much as opened me While the thirteenth dance was still
mouth? -She was indeed. If I'hadn't in progress, Charles Stuart went out
liked the feelin' of ler In me throat, of the house and came down the drive
I wouldn't have stood it as long .as I to where it entered the thickest part
did, and yirra, didn't it get too' Much of the • wood. The drive was, Fut.
for me after a while. By' God, there through t'he heart of it and the trees
she was, gettin' the way she thought met overhead. Light came only filter -
she could do what she liked, and she ed through the leaves or where. a gap
met in the branches. In summertime
when the Ieaves were full, it was like
an aisle, in the interior of a great
cathedral whose windows all were full
"What did I do?': He held out a of a stained or. coloured glass. • '
large hand, and, there for a moment The moon was up 'that night, chas-
in silence they both looked at it. "I ing in and put behind the clouds like,
showed •ber that," paid he, "and I a !tare -backed 'rider. galloping across .i
told her that if the weight of it ever the sky, and: there was the circus'.
fell across the side of -her dainty lit- musicin the distance, that tingling
tie head, she wouldn't get Up for a sound of. pianos and violin(," and with
week, and there'd be a hassle' in her ,it the thump of feet, coming out . of
head for a fortnight. "I'd 'think bet- the open windows of the house:
ter of ye, if ye did,' says she. 'b'e'd Charles stood and listened to it all,
better start thinitig' that now,' Says watching the -reckless riding of the'
I, 'for .'tis hard ' to be thinkin' at all moon, wondering "'what was about to
with a sick headache.' Just that," he happen, debating.' in his mind how
concluded, wrath a nod of his head, waiting there in that darkened drive
"but shure, it, made the hell of a dif- would serve the purpose of his 'heart,
ference. Mind ye6, I descriffed most recalling again ands again�'John Des-
amiably What it 'ud feel like. And mond's gospel of force,• and planning
didn't she go and tell that good wo- a thousand ways in which he yet
man we hevn; that Mrs. Slattery, all might bring it to' account, in all of
about it. 'Twas herself told'me afther which nothing but failure Stared him
me poor wife was dead. 'What did in the face.
she say?' said I. 'She'd 'been tryin' With a 'Violent scrapbeets of bos o
to get c you to do it for two years, the vlolieS and a Smael ing of chords
says Mrs. Slattery to me, -'and This on the piano, the thirteenth dance
the way she was b'eginnin' to -think came to an 'end. He could hear /rein
ye hadnit the strength to fiord a 'baby' there the stamping, appitnise and
lityeer arms,' Now what do. ye• think then the stillness tit te"fr when the
•
-of tt�
tiharles thptzf a' rat deal, ani''
was silent fn : tl?in ing, et•,d,•,ao
hip youth Coif. � tg lr :aiiaizist, the wisr
Ilo l? of exPe.ri#00 '01$• ails that fie
heard he could ha:015 behave With
the t'eendermess -'of lig ideal#, to "he
"I suppose :it'SS 'true . enough ie
your ease,'", its .:aszui rad at last.
di ft See hovi1t i l !. be in mine, the.
was your wife --that's different,"
"Different, is it!' cried John Des-
mond. "Shure, glolr"5r-rbe, is there 'ever
a 'time in herr life when a woman
't. . won '„ ye
got
hasnto makegotto iterbe ? yeer, wifeHavendlrst,t and
whin ye've'dprte that, begorra, haven't
ye' got to keep her? Yirra, the man
who doses a womala worth having has
no sympathy from zKie• 'Tis a fool he
is, and that's all there is about it.
Did she show yeher programme?"
"Yes."
"And was it full?" •
"Yes, but.. not—not Miss Sophie's,"•
"Who's then?"
"Pe'tifeia's."
If the 'hand of a giant 'had taken
John. Desmond • by the sctiff df the
neck. and straightened him out, he
could 'not have -become more rigid in
his surprise than in that moment..Af-
ter ed long pause,: during ` which
Charles . Stuart stood:711ei•e watching
trembling in his heart at what
he might say, his muscles relaxed and
the -first thing he did with his return-
ing.power of movement was to• pour
himself out .the' stiffest Glass of whis-
ky he had drunk that stay. Stilt he
said nothing, but as. it poured down
his throat there came back Filth a
tumult .of thoughts into his memory
the words of Mre. Slattery the night
before:
"What would .ye do if some young
fella proposed himself 'to Miss' Pat
to -morrow night?"
"Well, hi all the saints!" he said,
voicing his thoughts. "She's a cute
wan'!
"Who, Patricia?" said Charles, `at
once in arms to defend her.
"No. Patricia? No! Not •'at all.
ye..see.a.. -fat . old•-weman•.•shtandi'n"
at • the door as • ye came in?"
"Yes, she showed me the place
Where I was to leave my hat and
coat."
•
^ "Shure. that's the, wan. teal .think
her heart had run to fat, but it hasn't.,
It's the best of its kind the Almighty
God 'ever thought fit' to put into the
body 62 a woman.", .
light swept into Charles Stuart's
eyes. '
"I don't know -what she has to do.
with•it," said he, "but just as I was.,
going into the dressing -room shegot
up on the tips of her toes. and she
whispered,. 'Hurry!' in my ear.”
John Desmond walked round, the;
room with 'hie latighter. "Did she!"
he cried. ""Did she! Now how the
divvle did'she•know?"._ .
He tried to work it out in his•mitid
and when apparently he could come
to no satisfactory conclusion, he turn-
ed suddenly, comingeerstraight -to
Charles nodded his head:
r'D'ye know she's goin' ,into a. con-
vent to -morrow?"
.,.Yes.,,
"D'ye know why I've been drunk
every day for the last fortnight?"
The amazement in Charles's face
was sufficient answer to that.
"D'ye remember what .I said just
now about the way my wife was try -
•in' for two years to get me to bit her
over the bead?"
..Yes.". •.
He said, it still in amazement. There
was no other answer. . He did re-
member, but was too confused to ap-
ply the memory then. •
,John Desmond took him by the
of a' time for yeerself, and when it
comes to the fourteenth' dance come
.down the drive under the trees, and
be welkin' about there as if ye were
sick. to- death of it all ;and wanted a
white .to yeerself. Do that," said he,
"and deft be wastin' time askin' me
questions about it: Do that;'. for 'tis
a mere'C1Tile'"ye are, and iszi''t that
a meek little thing would be lookin'
for burglars under lier bed every
night before she went to sleep."
"What did you do?" said Charles.
*S' into
ture
'We have to he Oa the :eternal !eel ,
out . for switches againfit . lie, If Pe
miss a signal ft Mai tneazi eoanethIng
to the other fellow." The engineer
of the Aiesel indicated a switchuan
beside the track. `We have to work
closely with "Hose • fellows." '
He Closed the throttle and gave her
a touelt of the independent' brake. He
had fine hands, like those of a pianist.
The • battery -powered switch -engine
came to a stop at one edge of the
vast railway yards—acres and acres of
steel withr
tracks running east and
west as far as the eye could see. We
got out of the -gab.
Nearby, a passenger 1000•rnotive, its
headlight 'flashing and its stack piling
black smoke into the air, suddenly
opened itscylinder cocks and`spray-
ed out a ,cloud of white steam, then;
moved off, majestically, down the line
to pick up coaches tar its long run.,
soft heating of 'an owl over his head
was a sound intense and sharp in all
that silence. •
It • was not until -the 'fourteenth
'dance began 'that he' could hope' for
anything to happen. When then the;
violins started their tuning once again
he felt a cold. breath on his forehead,
just as when first he had come under
the hail df fire with Miramon's troops
in Mexieo.
Then, no less than now, it had been
a sickening weeder' of what would
happen in the next ,immediate moment
of his life. The speculation of it
made his heart beat in places he nev-
er thought a pulse was hid. In his
throat it came, until in that silence
under those trees he heard it throb-
bing against his breath. Indeed, this
was the greatest adventure of art .It
was all very well to talk of force. He
feltlike a gigeot} n,...a..gianz:s-.b.ands,
that night, -and knew that if Patricia
came to him then, even the power of
his tongue would' fail him.
(Continued Next Week)
•
"Do you like a brass. band?'' he ask-
ed, as they were listening ••tb the mus-
ic in the. park.
"Yes;"- she '.,said, "a .brass band is
very nice, but. I think I would rather
have a gold one:'L•
(13y< is B., to Winnipeg Free Press)
Pgtelit al POWer
Wf3 w4. 1t.. l' into' the round4toiise '
a cirele wft'h a'turetable in the eel -Ur
and locon ,tlti,T pared in its 42 stall,
-•-strangely lsalgnt—enough potents
power; if .prePeriy dtrepted, to feed
city..
"Yes, 'we send out Toed trains fo
UNR;RA. at the tizne," said the: ;rare
'roaster. "They are ,preference trains
I-4any of them .originate here. The
.carry., canoed' ;sweat, freak.znfeat, zn
eluding, horse -meat ; canned vege
tables, wheat and .other supplies, W
had quite a rush o'n U1�li.IlA. see
wheat•' this spring." '
At busy seasons of *the ,yeee, as
many as 40 trains go out of those
yards in 24 hours, they -told; us -20,
east and 20 west. Some pull as mane
as 100 cars.
We stepped into a forge, where a
car blacksmith , was working. The
temperature -was nearly 100 degrees.
He 'was hammering out a loop for a
brake -rigging, a refinement of coach
construction that I never knew ex;
isted.
I watche fl im for a few' moments
acrd 'my memory slipped beck to jour-
neys I had mads on Canadian trans -
continental's and locals, on luxury
European specials and in' the fourth=
class wooden=bench cars where human
beings and their belonging are packed
like a pedlar's wares.
; How little I knew about the con-
stant watching, 'the constant mending,
the constant designing -behind the
-miles of safe travel over steel tracks
—thousands and thousands Of people;
working for the safety and pleasure
of the millions that come and go!'
_ Sometimes, when a score of tug-
boat operators tie up shipping in a
big harbor, perhaps we glimpse some-
thing of the dependence of human_be
Ings on"one�-another.. But, ordinarily;
w e travel and come home and eat
and sleep and play safely—through
the ,vigilance of unknown eyes' and
the skill of unknown hands—and nev
er 'think df it at all.'
What strange, unreasoning crea-
tures humans are—who cannot live,
without honoring' -the unwritten con:
tract that binds them, each •to the
other, through the compulsions of the
world's work. .They thick so little
al
r'
y;,
•
We
d1
(Continued • bean laat. week)
"'What youlig fella- would there
'be?'! said • she,' 'at that m'omeak tQo
with nd little trace of her father's
cunning. ' "Shure, what riling fella
would there be lookin' at me, one way
or another? Faith, I .had+ no partners
at all at' Stradbally, and who d be
wantin' to dative with•. a girI has got
a vocation and is gain' into a con
vent the very next dak.?"'
"Shure, glory be, 'tis that'll 'tice
'era," cried Mrs. Slattery. "Doesn't
the world know a man 'ud be lookin'
-with .iioth' eyes at Ude -thing, he can't
shave, the way' he'd be faflin' over the
things he's got and. he not seeing it,"
"I shall be leanin' up against the
wall `' said .Pat. .
"Ye will," said Mrd. Slattery, "to
get veerbreath from a11 the feints
•
and Rpt'
:Dr. Chase's Kidney-
have a song reads of doper
Os a regulator of liver, :od jtl e
and bowels.
The guzckly ,muse t►
to healthful activityirall
petite and lit 1p to #1,41 tSpr
Clean ` out the ,io ns •- i*
Cbase'4:' igdnejrailer
- Sign l+oug' .11and Ig
540,. *A DX.
at'aut the circumstail es, by 'which
they live, at all, that they Make *ars
sad destroy food, and Mahn aSd• hate
each other in the name' of race and -
trade! The communications break.
The cofitraut is dishonored; and the
peoples perish. -
Eternal Vigilance
"We have to be on the eternal loot
out ..", Lumber trains, 'front trains,-
stock
rains,stock trains, . trains of maohieery,
trains from different parts of the cots- .
-iiaeat,_blacksmtths-stekkers---deriters'
politicians, teachers, engineers—white
men, black men, Jews, Hindus—lives
running on .the tracks of the worlds
nations, each looking for the right-of-
way,,.- '
. Surely it is time and, past time. for
the building ofa world terminal,
Where the problems of allpeoples can
be handled with conseientiouseess and
skill—where the signals are univere-
ally recognized and the. switches are
safe! .
Our lakes this summer are going to attract thousands of
friendly visitors from the States. We want them to enjoy
themselves ... it's in our own interest to see they get the
very finest t>f'everything we can give them., •
WHAT CAN 1 Dot The ,answer is plenty! Here are some of
the things anyone can do. These practical suggestions come
froth a well-known Ontario Hotelman:
14.: .Know the places of interest 4. Take the time to give any
and beauty ° spots in your ' .requested information fully
district and tell people all and graciously -
about them. 5. In business dealings,• re=
2. When you write your friends member Canada's reputation
in the States tell them about for and fairness
:the 'places they would really dependsyou.
enjoy visiting. ' . courtesy Y
3. Try to make any visitor glad 6. To sum it up, follow the
he came to Canada. "Golden Rule.".
IT'S EVERYBODY'S BUSINESS .
•Worth kis weight in gold! This diagram shows how
The Province of Ontario everyone benefits from the
profits to ahiiost the same Ontario tourist income.
extent...frozn tourist busi- Every dollar is shared this
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It works both ways!
They treat us royally
when we visit them
. we can't do less
thalp return the com-
plinieit. Remember
that it costs money
to take a holiday ..
ness as' it does from the way . 1. Hotels; :2.,; o sto let's see they get a
goldrnining industry. It's Stores; 3. Restaurants;
up to each of us to see 4. Taxes, etc.; 5. Amuse- good return for every
that it goes on growing. menta; 6. Garages. penny they spend. '
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