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EY CHARLES GARVICE
Author of
'" The Verdict of the Heart,"`" ►'H.erltagt
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Nell c1 Shorne
Mills,"i� S
Paid
Ser," " A Mai
ern Juliet," Etc.
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!¢'+ fled whisper.
' "His voice, exactly!" muttered
Julian, almost with admiration, "A,
perfect illusion, optical , and aural.
'Phis is interesting; very!',
';No, no! You can't make your
touch felt, you know. Ghosts can't
materialize to that extent! No, nol
o you are going to haunt me? I
think not! I can lay you, my good
cousin, as 1 raised you, with this!"
Ile lifted the glass and drank a long
draught. "It is only a (petition of
quantity."
" , As Vano stood, regarding him with
sad sternness, a foreboding of what
was to follow, Julian went on:
"Not gond yet? What do=you want?
The. orthodox, the regular thing -a
confession? Take it, then, and be
off, good ghost, Andyou are good,
excellent! The very image of . my
dear,. noble cousin. Won'tthat well -
merited compliment send you back to
Bell -oh, no, good men like you go.
to Heaven. I forgot'! Pardon! Not
gone? You will have that confes-
sion?"
His lips writhed into a mocking
smile. "You Y
u 'mslgt?
Witha11
my
heart. Well, thou, my dear 'Vane, I
laid the little plot which transported
you to the good man's eternal re-
ward, And you must ads,. : that it
was as neat and finished as•any that
even a Borgia could conceive. Come,
:nowt confess that' you had not the
least glimmering of an idea that the
,laboratory was prepared for yqu;
that the ropes of the ventilator had
been neatly frayed, almost to. parting
pointF; • that the combination ' of
:aconite and ammonia had 'been cal-
culated to a nicety; that I had tried
the fumes on a cat -poor, innocent
iat; that I had the key of the door
n my pocket, and kept it there while
lingered about the hall, until -well,
!until the fumes had done their
work! "•
Vane shrank back frown the now
glittering eyes, glittering with exul-
tation over tho fiendish work, the
!fluent words that left, gloatingly, the
livid, working lips, shrank back with
manly shame, as if he were the guilty
pne, and sot the intended victim,
"Good Godt" ho gasped. "Are--
erre you mad, Julian?"
•'Mad? Not a whit, thanks, ghost
;of my dear Vane!" retorted Julian,
with a laugh, as ho turatod to the de -
Canter of brand.,. "I ani the sanest.
•of the sane; fir 1 ani one of . those
[nen who know what they want -and
got it! I wanted your title, the
Lesborough estates. I nearly had
thein, for you wore supposed to be
Jlead; but you were fool enough to
.come back to the land of the living,
tend robbed the. I could have killed
•you there at that, old idiot's -Tres-
:eider's -and later that day at my
own rooms. But you didn't see it.
Not you! You are ono of those blind
fools who are called honest, honor:
able men!"
The sweat . stood thickly on Vane's
forehead; the horror of the scene was
.nlutost intolerable. He tried to end
it.
"Julian!" broke from him. "This
is madness -stark, raving madness.
You -you could not have done it!"
Julian took the glass from his lips
to laugh derisively.
"Couldn't I? Not for the title and
the estates, perhaps. I wanted them
badly enough, but I -don't -think,
I'm not sure, .that I'd have murder-
ed you for them. Murder's a serious
ening, after all, But I wanted some-
thing more badly than I wanted 'the
title and the estates. Can't you
guess? You dull ghost, you obtuse
phantom! I wanted the woman you
once loved, and who still loved you
-Judith!"
"Judith!" echoed. Vane, in a horri-
.1ultan laughed,
"Judith! Why ie she not here? 1
want her! She Will notdeceive me,
will not rob me of my prize, herself,
her love! No, no! The compact was
too serioats, Murder!' Yes, it was;
murder. And did I shrink from it?
And ani. I to ho robbed -rubbed=
robbed-„
He staggered, and, making for the
chair, fell into it, his hea). sunk on
his breast, his 'long, thin hands ex -
tooled as. if • to clutch at some-
thing.
"Valle!" he cried.
"liva•dcree!" said Vane, sternly.
Julian struggled to his feet and
held out his hand, with a quivering
laugh.
"Is it you? No ghost, but your-
self!" he faltered, thickly.
"Yrs, it is I!" said Vane, sternly,
and yet with the pity one extends to
the insane, criminalsthough they
may be.
L'Then-then you escaped?" said
Julian. "flow? I awn glad; very glad!
But -how?"
!'Deborah, the deaf-mute," 'said
Vane, huskily. "She saved me -I
u c her-- You
wrapped my coat ro ni he
hound! The Woman who virus devoted
to you gave her lila--"
"Deborah! I never thought of that.
I thought she had •ficiI-in horror!
Deborah! Poor woman! Oh, poor
woman!"
His voice broke, then he laughed
the laugh of the insane.
'"And I have shown your ghost-
you, in fact -the whole bag of
tricks. I have given myself away?
Yes?"
Vane's stern eyes answered him,
"Well? What are you going to do?
Ho had the best of it, as Vane
felt,
"I ought to strangle you, kill you
by any means, you -you traitor!"
Julian smiled. "My dear • Vene, I
wish I could set your mind at rest
on that point; but I can't. I don't,
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W,,,,,ar. 41,00 neW tell MI all about iti mania' et all this? I don't under -
Tho voyage! The adventures you stand it, don't You know!.
hinted at! Did you that that Enys- "Ail what, Si Chorales?" eaiud
eeeteei •island -why didn't you; ten Vane, grayely, s y
me Ettore about it? Aid you •find it, matter?"
and iii that what makes you look so Anything the Matter? Pash it allt
heavenly radiant and running Over you ought to be able to answer
With Joy?"that question! eiuteombe, for God's.
"Yee, r found it, Polly," replied. sake, give the another drink! lease
Niue. "but it Was something el* I reit so upset and shaky that I con
found that makes me ro happy, searcoly .know what I'm sarin" or
You'll Over pool" Come closer and deint Thonessi ak little niore. 1-1 like
i'i,l•*.I'1l whisper!"it strong, No --no water. Water's no
Polly knelt beside leer, and 'Nina, good; it's the brandy I want!„
blushing, like!. a schoolgirl, whispered They watched him as he drank the
V
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„What! A, hugbandl Declines lNho inn!-f!>illing conte of it on his
-who it he? Tell me quick, quick!" quivering chin and down his shirt -
And. when Nina had told her that*front; then he turned to Vane and.
and a groat deal snore --in fact, the in a somewhat firmer voice, repeated
historyof the wreck and her strange his question:
h • "What's it mean?" ho demanded,
floor,
r , could cont all sehatp . rn t e •
Must say it's a deuced queer kind
floor, could only stare at her open- •+
mouthed with wonder, delight and of 'business; not at allrth° kind of
awe. conduct befittin' a gentleman, to say
"Married, married all the time! nothing of -•^personal friend, and a
And to an curia And you are' a fellow ort: • has trusted-"
countess! Lady Lssborough! Oh, "Tull me at lance what you mean,
poor Lord Sutcombe!" Nina laid her Sir Chandos," said. Vane..
hand on PollY's lips, '." countess! "I'm talking about Judith; you.
and been one A all the. time! And here know that welt enough," • retorted
was •I. treatingyou as if you were a Sir Chandos.
mere nobody, ust like myself! And "About; Judith?" Vane's heart be -
yet, �somohow, 1 always suspected-•" gan to (sink. with- a Clark presenti-
That I was a princess in dis- anent, "What about her?"
guise! 'Changed, at my birth with • "Where is she? What have you done
the rightful owner,' as the Irish- with her?" asked the old man, in a
man said. You dear, foolish Polly! peevish tone. '"I can't tell.
Art if it made any difference who and " I! Vane started.
'what I am! And -and I think you I've not.. seen Judith since -for many
will like my husband, dear," months," ]l t mm -i'ot, you
Polly einitted an "Oh! Like him. I •'Dh,, that s a o y
-shall be afraid. An earl, a real kiaow!" snapped' Sir Chandos, with
English earl, Dee -I mean, Lady Les- impatient • irritability. '`.That dog
borough!" wont fight You..sent for -her-"'
"You dare! 'Decline,' it you please. • "1!'.' said Vane. `No, no; you're
Oh, no, You Won't be afraid of him. ' ittistaken! `.',
What nonsense! You are not afraid • "No I'm not! snarled the old.
Of Lord Sutcombes man; fiercely. "It's no good your
"Oh, but he's dilly a viscount, or standing there lying about it. I've --
whatever
ve-whatever it is, and yours is a real, I've; got the Proof in my po&session,
belted earl!" explainedPolly, with Yo scratto
for her;
y0.11
knowv •v
where
delicious naivete. "What is he like,: she is'. And 1 shay itsh ,not, the.
lJeciina?" •ghed softly,straight •,thing between, . gentlemen,
Nina lau: and her eyes between • rote and use, who ought to
grew dreamy and fond, he farther-fit-!aiv- son-in-1n`vro
"Ile is tall and very straight, with fie looked 1lelplessly .und' and'
broad shoulders; and he is very Began --to feel for the empty glass.
strong and good-looking; quite , Vane` caught his emie explain
bronzed and tanned, with eyes that ',For God's sake, try to
" She broke off with a laugh at what you .ineanl'" he said, earnestly.
'herself. "Oh, he is a son of the "You say that : Judith is -missing.
gods -not our gallery gods, Polly, when -where -how. did she go?"
°
but the Olympian ones; 'a model of Oh, -ch=op .ft, Lesborough! You've
grace, and full of virtue;' but his chief gat die' gel, right enough. If you
one, is that he condescends to love ocean well by her; if you want to
poor little me!" Marry her, Why not say so -why not
Polly looked up at the radiant de the .ole thing, in an open and
.face, the graceful figure, and, laugh- prose: manner? Is there any , more
ing,
,
itossed her head scornfully,. • brnirdy in that decanter, Sutconibe?'
As if he could help it! I'd like to Vane still held: hint by the 'arm.
'see any man who _could! Marriedlt' S!"Presently: presently!" he • .said,
"ave: use, sir," he braid,, with tz
"They're ti
shake of the head, hey're both
dead dead as they can be Awful
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t lady.
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with chemicals Stull can see them
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comet, and we can solid to Scotland
Vera." a." -
The friends of Lady Lesborough-
anti how numerous hey aro!_
-are
never tired of dilating upon the
romance, .of her life, And yet none 'of
them, excepting the Letchfords 'and
that Sutcombes, those friends of
friends, whose lips are closed, know
the whole of the story •of her life.
Few, for instance, are aware' that
Lord and Lady Lesborough, before 1
they carne to live at theiCourt,,,vvere
re -married quietly in the quietest of
country churches; few know the real •
stony of Julian Shore's crime, and
the tragedy at the gloomy, house in
1
asea, though
that the Lesbor•oughs and Sutcombes
draw 'vast wealth 'front the Great
Fairy Isle Gold Company, they do
not know the real reason why the
earl and countess nearly every
yenta( Spend some weeks in
the island from whence the
gold comes, lar that those weeks
are perhaps the happiest of their
happy lives. •
It was Lady Fanworthy who sum-
med up the case of Vane and Nina so
neatly.
..
.. Vivienne
•
s
said
t
o
use he
Yo see,"
ono evening, when they were seated
on the terrace at Lesborough, and
both the ladies' eyes were half ab-
sently watching the earl and coun
ro
adf
tt'ss as they strolled to n
.across the lawn, talking together,
like sweethearts, "you see, they are
so old-fashioned." '
say that Judith was aware. fully
aware, of the modus operandi, that
she knew exactly how I was going
to -remove you;. but I'll swear that
she knew you were to be removed!
If you have listened attentively to
my confession you must have gather-
ed that tact."
!'Liar! Murderer!" said Vane.
"Murderer. --well, yes, I admit; but
a liar -I never lied yet. Lying is
vulgar -and useless, But Judith.
Oh, yes, 'when you are master,' etc.
Qh, she knew! I saw it by her face
that night, heard it in her shriek.
And, mind you, Judith must abide
by the compact. Judith is mine!
Mine, by .the right of the price I
have paid for her! Not yours!" He
advanced threateningly; his hand up- -
raised, his fingers clutching at the
empty air. "Not yours! You would
not have sinned as I have done for
her. You-"
His voice sank, and he laughed.
"Pardon! You will admit my claim
to her. I am going. You will not
see me again. When a pian loses, as
I have lost, after such a struggle, ef-
fort, he should efface himself. I ad-
mit that. I am going, and yon Will
not see. me or be troubled by me
again."
Ho walked, quite steadily now, to-
ward the table.
"Will you allow me to use a tele-
graph form? Thanks."
In horrified silence Vane drew back
and watched him. He took a form
from the stationery stand, and, af-
ter a moment's thought, wrote a
message; very plainly and distinctly.
When he had finished he rose, look-
ed at Vane with a calm, cool, in-
deed critical gaze, then with a smile
said:
"Thanks! Good-bye!." went out
Vane watched him as ho
of the room, then sank into a chair
-not the chair in which Julian had
sat -and buried his face in his hands.
IIoe/ long he sat he knew not then
or ever; but, suddenly rememberig
the unhappy wretch, ho sprang to
his feet and hurried into the hall.
He almost ran into the arms of
Prerace, who uttered a Soli of amaze-
ment and feci, calling on his name:
"Lord Le •orough!"
"Mr. Julian!" cried Vano.
"Mr. Julian! :. Lord Lesborotrght His lordship Went out a quarter of
an hour ago! ,13ut--bttt-oh, lord,
who are you, sir? Oh, my lord, is it
yon, is it you?"
The whole household was in Con-
fusion. The clamor of tongues, the
cries and screams and tears of re-
lief and thanksgiving so confused
Vano that ho was thwarted in his
intention of following the unhappy
man, But at last he got a carriage
and drove to the station, to find
that Julian had departed by
train which had left a few minutes
before Vane arrived.
'CAUGHT
HEAVY
COLD.
D
tLeft Throat and Lungs
i ... •
where is no better cure for a cough or
• old than, Dr. Wood's Norway Pine
. trap.
It is rich in the lung -healing virtues
of the Norway pine tree, and is a pleasant,
fe and effectual medicine that may be
confidentially fidentiallrelied upon as a specific
for Coughs, Colds, Bronchitis, Hoarse-
ness, Sore Throat, Quinsy, and all Throat
nd Lung Troubles.
1VIr. S. Monaghan, Charlottetown,
P.E.I., i
writes:. -' "I certifythat IDS.
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ent medicine for coughs and colds. Last
- which
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a
cold w
e
rYheavy
• inter
I
throat
ft
my
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g
had to give upwork and stay in the house
t two weeks. s. I used several cough:
e
ixtures, but got no relief until a friend
'clviscd ins to use Dr. Wood's Norway,
ins Syrup. Three bottles entirely cured
e, and I can recommend it as the belt
'ebedlcine for coughs."
Don't be imposed upon by taking any*
thing but "Dr. Wood's"
as there are
Many imitations of this sterling remedy
. on the market. ,
•1 "Dr. Wood's" is put up in a yellow
wrapper; three pine trees the trade mark;
price 25 tents. MVfanntfactured only by
,Tht. T. Milburn. Co., Limited, Toronto,
. Ont.
Very Sore.
C t( a, And th gh theyknow '
Then she sighed. "You'd write no anxiously. "Sir Chandos; on say
more plays, Decfma• that's sure and . boner.,; I .do. not know where your
certain! It's a pity, for "Twixt daiughter is-" with
•
Love and Love'• is doing so 'very
well!"
"It's not at all. sure and certain,"
said Nina. "Why' shouldn't -I? No
one will know that 'Herbert Wood'.
is Lady Lesborough; and if they did!
But you must talk it over with my
husband when you meet him to-
night."
"To -nights"
"Yes," said Nina, laughing et her
tone of awe. "Hero is a note from
Lady Vivienne. She wants us all to
go to the Momus to -night, and come
back to supper with thbm. I am
looking forward to it so much!"
The play went splendidly that ev-
ening,. and Nina, sitting well behind
the curtain of the; box, • was all
aglow with pleasure and honest pride
in her work. It was: sweet to see
Vane applauding and looking round
the delighted audience. with glowing
eyes, las if he wore saying:
away; shout your hardest, good, folk;.
my wife wrote this play."
They went home to Eversleigh.
• Court, where tho Sutcombes had
provided a supper, which, -if it had
not been so substantial, would have
'been •suspiciously like a. wedding
breakfast; and at Vane's warm
greeting and the friendly look in his
frank eyes all Polly; s awe and nerv-
ousness'fled.
""I little thought, Miss Bainford,
when I was watching you act,, with
the greatest admiration, that I was
looking at my wife's- dearest and
best friend," he said, as he held her
hand in his -warm grasp. ""I can't
tell you how often she and I have
spoken of you, or how much I have
wanted to see you, and -thank you!:
I hope you ivill share your friendship
for her with rate. Will you?"
It was a very happy little party,
though every now and then a sha-
dow stole over Vanes face. Ile could
not altogether get rid of the mem-
ory of Julian -of the white,livid
face, with its black eyes gleaming,
from their dark hollows.
"What do you think will become of
and
him?" he had asked ]Letellford
elutcombe earlier in the evening.
"He'll leave England," said Sut-
combo. "1:1as gone already, no
doubt."
"Attd will drink himself to death
or get killed in a drunken row in the
sluing of Paris or Viemta," Letch-
ford had suggested.
"Ile must be found," Vane had
said, quietly. "Re must be found
and -provided for."
"We'll put Tressider onto hits,"
was Sutcombes idea. "He will know
better how to track hill] down than
you can." •
Vane tried to get his unhappy Cou-
sin out of his mind, and, as the
sapper progressed, had nearly, in
some Measure, succeeded, when But-
+
cotnbe's matt came to his master's
lido and said something in a low
voice, With a murmur of apology'
Sutconnbe rose and - left the roots,
awl presently he returned and quiet-
ly beckoned to Vane. Vane went out
to him, and Sett ombc shut the door
the library
late
weld, y
"n to
and
drew
him
"rat afraid something's amiss,
"Old-'_shioned? ' echoed Vivienne,
waking from her reverie.
1•es. That's why they are so hap-
py. •t is very old -fashioner) to be in
love, at all; it is hopelessly old-
fashioned to be in love with your
husband or your wife; and, if you are
so unfortunate as to be so, it is, so
I am told, criminally .old-fashioned
to own up to it. I, thyself, prefer
the old fashion to the new; but, then,
I'ni eccentric -so 1 bear, Nina!
Come off that grass; it's damp.
Trane, bring her in at once."
THE END.
First Wind Gauge.
An instrument for measuring the
Sir t;handos drew himself" up wt force . of the wind was first contrived
the shadow •of his old dignity. in 1667.
"'!haus a lie!" he said. "Anal this •-A Dcg's Age.
•oyes it!" The age of dogs ranges from twelve
CHAPTER XXVI .
f
iI, t !
l1f ail
A " ecimal" screamed Polly, when,
with the merest apology for a knock,
Nina entered the familiar roomsin
, in
Percy Street, the xoom in r hi
r
shelter
in her
sh �c
t tl toying foln g
site had
oY need the room hi which she
time ,
hadtrimmed hats and bonnets, and I Lesborough," he said. "Poor ole
tat. achieVeme7tt•-•
lis a
He to
there.
•5 '1n
'e r.
Orme g d O
Chanties afterwards-oh,t
C
rct ct
6leo
ii
written playa ratnbliti ,
As he spoke he fumbled in the poc-
ket of his dress -coat and drew out a
telegram and extndedit with a
shaking hand; Vane suited the tele-
gram and read it -aloud.
"I ant alive and well," it ran.
"Forget and forgive the past! I
went you Come to me. at 2h P.on-
son Street, Chelsea, this afternoon,
five o'clock. Vane."
He stared at the words in silence,
and uncomprehendingly, for a mo-
ment; then he uttered a cry and drew
Sutcombe out of the room, closing
the door after them.
"My God!" he said, in a whisper.
"I did not send this! Don't you see
who did! Ile asked for a .telegram
form, wrote this message,and mast
have sent it from the station. We
must go at once -at once! Send
Letchfotd in to keep the poor old
than quiet till we return!' Come!
There's not a moment to lose! Five
o'clock! Hours ago! Time for -for
anything to happen! The worst!"
In five minutes, or less, they were
in a cab and on their way They
reached the house -Vane recognized
it at a glance -and found it appar-
ently empty. The heavy door at
which they knocked remained closed
to thein.
Vane hailed a policeman. "There
is nothing else for it!' he said. In a
few words he explained his fears, and
the policeman, climbed to the lower
window, forced an entrance. He open-
ed the door to Vane and Sutcoutbe,.
and, by the light of his lantern, they
rushed up the stairs. As they did so
a strong odor of chemicals met
them.
Vatic groaned, Ile knew the, odor!,
"There's a fire somewhere, sir!"
said the policeman. "Curious kind
of a smell; quite suffocatipg! Seems
to come from this roost. Door's
locked!"
"Force it, force it!" cried Vane,
hoarsely.
They set their backs to it, and
presently the lock gave and they al-
most fell in, The lantern was raised
anti its light flashed round the
sombre room, in which Vane had
eaten his first )Beal with Julian
Shore. '1'he roost • was so full of the
pungent. smoke, the horrible • Waist,
that for a time they could not dis-
cern anything; then, as some of the
fumes escaped by the open door, they
saw two figures. One was that of a
woman, lying back in one of the an-
tique chairs. 'She forst was ntotioit-
less, the face white, the ryes Wide
open and staring. At her feet wds
stretched out the figure of it man,
face, white as hers, his eyes staring
upward at the face of the woman
whom he had loved and --slain!
They bent over these two awful ob-
jects in silent horror, then the police -
to fourteen years when they re
proper care.
of
1s He
members r• 1:
mCi b story. the t
f
h n 3
, Deci-
6'
!
11 hearing a and, you
tom t t
''VTr IIaicourts p y ,tracts to sec you, a ,.,
mar" and Polly, with the teats in
her eyes, hugged her dear friend, neve
er dearer -num
y " ''in this moment of
her return. "clow well you aro look-
ing, sand how -how Feeinnn, Some-
e -
thing lyras happened to you! e.
t` altered
were hero, has eo1ne on after you. -
They entered the library. Sir Chan-
dos was seated tit the table, a glass
that had eenteincd brandy, Which
t;ute0tnbe had given him, already
m ty. He rose and !tele! out ti Shea -
that Way I can't describe. You nova g hen to do,
uch
a
and With s
a , fn
iia
ng ..
Varna?" be stani-
looked so happy, . meted, uncertainly. "Thought I
light in your eyes, not bean 'oft the ' bhould find You hare. I say, You -you Che. vain hour that the lroltcemati
first night of tile play! Sit doe x-eknoVe--" He paused to shuffle is •
_ a; ou give rat w r. __.
i • {he iniglxt be deceived.
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MINISIMEMENI
Noble Lives.
Every noble life leaves the fiber ei.
it interwoven into the fabric of the
world. -Ruskin.
Settled at Lest.
"They bad a redhot time at the N•
bating society last night, oma." •
"What was the question?
"Whether the hen that laid the egg
or the Incubator was mother to the
chicken."
"And which did they decide on?"
"The hired mall that kept the tenn-
perature regulated."
His Specialty.
"The ease with which be gets into
difficulties beats anything I ever saw."
"1 think- I know something to equal
it."
"What is it?"
"The persistency
stays there."
man shook Itis head.
"Lady's dead, gentlemen," he
Whispered.
. • her feet *Oa
tin at
I It
(, man lying
dead also, ills• fingers closed in a
skirt.
steel -like grip on ]ter s i
f
he
,• door o t
r
the
(ell to
staggered e
Vane s
g
• I; still
flame ilei
mall
laboratory, A s
flickering in the spirit furnace, and
the deadly fumes were still issuing
feebly from the last dregs of the !n-
ftarltal cotrlpountl in the Iron crucible..
Sick and faint, half cltoking•--es ho
had eht)ked in the Wizard's Room,--
Va1te knocked the pot from its placoe
and, staggering to the window, broke
snore panes Of glass. Then be sprang
back to the two, inntioelens pores in
with wkicb he
prpmotes'1*estion,Cheerful-
nessandfest GOIltatAS neither
ppium;Morphtile nor Mineral.
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tli,m feed -
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Aperfect Remedy for Constipa-
tion, Sour Stolnach,Diarrhoea,
Worms,Collvutsions,Feveri sh
mess anMLOSS OF SLEEP.
TacSimile Signature of
NEW YORK.
Always
Bought
g
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Signature
er
execs' COPY OF WEAPPE13.
1N\ •
In
Use
For Over
Thirty Years
CASTORIA
A RECORD OF FAILURES.
Measured either by its majority or
by its failures, the Whitney govern-
ment must loom large in the public
eye. No government of Ontario ever
possessed such an array of failures as
that of the present Whitney adminis-
tration. It is not always a govern-
ment which fails, either, which ought
to be condemned, but the condemnation
of the Whitney government is that no
conscientious attempt has been made in
nearly all the cases where failure is re-
corded. It is a government which has
attempted but little and done nothing.
Here is the record of seven years' ad-
ministration under Sir James Whitney.
Failure to people Ontario's great
north.
Failure to improve Ontario,s educa-
tional system as witnessed by the de-
plorable lack of certificated teachers.
Failure to secure a workmen's com-
pensation act in seven years.
Failure to effect one measure of con-
structive labor legislation.
Failure to develop a system of tech-
nical education in any way sufficiently
adequate to reach the boys leaving pub-
lic school.
Failure to remove the liquor license
system out of politics.
Failure to settle vexed questions of
bi-lingual schools or to assume any de-
finite policy as results of charges made
in that connection.
Failure to Effect any measure
child labortreform legislation.
Failure to produce new sources o£
revenue commensurate with spending
ability developed.
Failure to catch Dr. Beattie Nesbitt
and to explain why provincial funds
were deposited in tottering Farmers'
Bank to extent of $35,000.
The Whitney government night well
go down in history as the "do nothing"
government o: the province of Ontario.
Reaction.
When one is broke a master stroke
Will sometimes prove the joker;
But, lacking skiff. it often will
But serve to makeWinbroker.
Curious.
"Are you fond of babies?"
'"Sometimes."
"When's that?"
"When 1 want to be amused. Then
It's fun to try and see what'll make
them yell the loudest."
K K
Dad Might Fall.
"Do you be-
lieve in long
engagements?"
"That de-
pends."
"Upon what?"
"Whether she
has a rich far
ther or not."
K
Need of Haste.
"1 am In a burry,"
"Why?"
"1 beard a noise."
"What did it eound like?"
"Like a tibltat'."
Explained. a
, kers.
sere
"There are
al wa
§ bits
of
T 1e y
"That explains It."
"What?"
a,
5sh.
like to
e men i
"Why
sem
y
TWO GOOD PLANKS..
There is a lot of good timber in the
platform on which N. W. Row ell, the
new leader of de Ontario Liberal par-
ty, stands .to -day, but. there are two
planks which are particularly sound.
One is that of "Equal Taxation," and
in regard to this important subject Mr.
Rowell says: -"Social justice demands
the removal of existing inequalities in
taxatipn and we propose the amend-
ment of the Assessment Act, ,,,to per-
mit municipalities to exempt improve-
ments from taxation, either in whole
or in part; to provide that the property
of railway and other public utility cor-
porations shall contribute to the reven-
ues of municipalities and the province
on a basis of assessment and taxation
in every respect equal to the assess-
ment and taxation of the property of
private citizens."
The other good plank is that of
"Curb the Trusts." Speaking in South
Oxford recently Mr. Rowell said. -"In
Ontario, we are passing through the
early stages of the formation of such
large combinations of capital, and it
ought to be possible for us to avoid the
perils that threaten the United States
to -day. It is admittedly a matter of
the greatest difficulty, but that does
not absolve the legislators from seek-
ing to find a solution. The Liberal
party pledges itself to combat . at all
times by legislative enactment and ad-
ministrative action such trusts, mer -
of gers and other combinations of capital
as stifle tonnpetition, increase the cost
of living, and impair political indepen-
dence."
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Very Clever: ':0i.)
"Cie is a clever fellow.""
"Where do roll 'toe RV
"ile ganef -ally permits his wife to dO
hinge las vvny''
Counter' Attraction,
Cit•in(i opera is very ane,
And we would 111te to ge
And listen to the Song dlvinn
Prat gifted throats! but, '01,.
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t tq place What s �� ...
you mother kisa,;y'ou dear', select
Children Cry
FOR FLETCHER'S
C 6' AQ S T O R 1 A
Springing the boom at the logical
dine also has much to do with deter -
A CLASSIC ON CONSUMPTION
Words of a Prominent Canadian Citizen
as He Has Viewed the War
AWainst Consumption
"Men, women, and children are all
being mowed down every day by this
fell disease -consumption --and it is a
mistake."
These words of Mr. Edwtrd Gurney,t Muskoka :ti
spoken at a gathering in .1 t. year
ago, may be fittingly termed a elassie on
consumption.
The records of the Muskoka Sanatorium,
1
h logicalcandidate.as do those of other institutions of tr 111,0'
show very clearly that .his much diem e
mining the
ogiaa -� kind, on this continent and in 1 urns(,
- i 1
disease can he, and fs being conquered by
The K1dnevS i the ttestmentfutknredinane well-matteged
Sal] tt0l lnttt. Its
our oven !Province, within
'p� { j tate time that the hospitals in , Iiiskel;:c
ii Vu? � s" have been in existence, the death -rate from
ran!aunl,tion has h.en reduceel twenty-five
Tier r•ert.
The life Saving p.1s ibil'iti(' of the sana-
torium in Canada are .rally by tito
Enc^ ns required to carry 011 tufa easad the
work, Per this reason \te',tf t . iteetftdh
its!: our rea,lera to hely in th r tL :.:ars
ermine, work that is Mein!! ,ions: at
3l uskoka,
But In advanced years you can keep
these organs healthy by using Dr.
Chase's Kidney -Liver pills.
As old ago comes on est
people s'tffer more or less from de-
rangements
-rangennents of the kidneys. With
some there are years of pains and
aches. with others l3rights's disease i 1t is tt fine stator.; nt for the traar • 4 of
n comes quiclxly. ` •a lose ll„ ictal for ('•u.`•�i,ti,•
sets in and the e d the flu hut.
Fortunately many have learned tires to he able to to tit.tt teen the
about' Dr. Chase's I{idney-Liver i'ilis, month of April, 1!'02, ....hen the: Malt
and are enabled bytheir usa
site to keep ' � linst Opened, l, t:1 Ott r•
i•t'•r:it day,
the kidneys healthy and active, ;not ;t si:tgb patient hats ever 1, r n re
fusel!
Mr, Richard Preston, Osborne, ( itlit:i-cion to this ho:Tit::l 1.e+.:,. n.::thio
"Seven.
n•
Ont., says: tit rif.
rVunt� 0 y
hta
n i"i0 r.
y
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useof ,i'
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the�:. ,..
Evan years ago I begana >,iinta Ave„ or
'e
:l?
• taittc .
when C"t..an F
'1 • t•ntfre
1ls{ �:xc.
lir. Chases ltidncy Elver Fr • ,, W 't'.ironto
'ID 1
" Tv
+I e9
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See -Tit
tlia
:'•:t v•led.P
o
t,
will „•.rally receive sad t.ut
cot:tritutions.
my sbti
e.
was
so bed that t�s
stoop
or rise was tr7rtttre t, Elie. The kid-
neys were in bad r c ttdit ,n, but these
pills entite.y freed trans t.f back pine.
I have used then] t•ver since, when-
-ever the kidneys tvoui l get out of
ortie.a, end stow, at r•irhty years, ran
well rind hearty, thau1:5 to dais grand
medicine.
Dr. Clinse'2 Kidney -Liver Pills, den
Pin dose. 20 tents a box, at n
•ers, or 1'.dnnttnson, Bates & 'f -'o•, To-
"tollto.
Some temple are too good to la inter-
esting.
Paper bee: e,•okt'ry in NI w ;Zealand.
is an Lino'. tent inr.tlVe'a.m. large
quantities of grea::e proof !taper have
been imported uorl it found a ready
sale.