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BY J. B. HARRIS -BURL AND
CHAPTER IV.—(Cont'd.)
It was a beautiful room -this bed
room that her husband had furnished
for her in the first flush of his sue-
cess. The thick earpet and curtains
were grey, and all the furniture was.
modern black lacquer covered with lit-
tie Chinese scenes and figures in gold.
The ceiling was a pale grey and' all
the woodwork had been painted a. deep '
orange, The dressing -table sparkled''
With gold and crystal. A bright log
fire was burning in the grate, as
though some servant had only just at- I
tended to it. The walls had been 1
painted a pale reddish yellow, that re -1
lieeed the sombreness of the grey and;
black. The pian who had designed it
had said that it was "all darkness and
flame." And later on Ruth had said
to herself, "Tire flames have died out
and only the darkness remains."
The same thought might have oc-
curred to her again, as she looked
round the room, if she had not had so
much else to think about. As a mat-
ter of fact she was looking for some'
place where she could hide her torn!
coat and her ruined hat—sore spot.
that would not be too obviously a hid- I
ing-place, She was afraid to put the 1
things away in a trunk. There was.
just a remote chance 'that she had al-
ready aroused her husband's suspi-,
cions, that he might even ask to see!
the hat and the coat—come up to her 1
room after her and ask to see them.
Then she would have to pretend that
there had been nothing to conceal.
She }vena to one of the big lacquered!
wardrobes and hung the coat in a
torner of it. _ Then she placed the hat I
In a drawer and, walking to the
dressing -table, looked at herself in
the mirror. Her face was pale, and
Ale did not care to look at her own,
eyes, The picture that she saw was
hot, in the least like the picture which
T41errington had „Rainted. This was
not the face of a woman who was in
love but of a woman \vho was afraid—
a guilty, Worthless creature who had
broken. -the laws of God in her heart
--a ct gone near to breaking the laws of
man.
Ruth Bradney hated herself as- she
saw that face in the glass. She was
sorry for the man she loved—the man
who loved her.. She was even sorry
for her husband, whom she could
never love. Perhaps after all there
had been some truth in what those
people had said in the train. Perhaps
her husband was ill—very ill with
some secret malady of which she knew
nothing. And perhaps, sick in body
and mind, overworked, and always
knowing that she did not love him, he
might have come very near to hating
her.
"A worthless woman," she said to
herself as she regarded that portrait
in the mirror—a calm, clear-cut rev-
elation of some Ruth Bradney that she
had never seen before. She powdered
her face:; and tidied her hair with
trembling fingers. Then she turned
away from the dressing -table and
stood by the fire. She was afraid to
go downstairs and meet her husband.
That was the truth of it. She had
never expected to meet him until the
following morning, when it would
ave been so much easier for her to
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explain why she had gone to the the-
atre in a morning dress and why she
had not taken the car, and why—oh,
there were a dozen things.
She was afraid, and yet at the same
time she was conscious of a :feeling of
repentance. She could not picture
herself cringing before her husband
and telling him the truth. That would
have been ridiculous, and the shock of
the . confession might well kill him, if
he were very _ill, But she knew now
that the great "romance" of her life
would never bring her any happiness.
She would never love anyone but John
Merrington, but her love would be a
secret that she wouldhug to her and
hold close to her heart, as Cleopatra
held the viper. However long her hus-
band lived, she would never leave him,
and he should never know the truth.
She would be a loyal wife to him, as
she had been a loyal wife to him dur-
ing all the years of their marriage
save for those few kisses—those few
passionate words of the last month.
Duty! Loyalty! What a revulsion of
feeling from the love that had stag-
gered her with its intensity! What a
swinging back of the pendulum!
There was a knocking on the door
and the handle turned. She waited
for someone to speak, but no one
spoke.
"All right, Alec," she exclaimed.
"You can come in."
She unlocked the door and opened
it. Her husband entered the room.
CHAPTER V.
"You have been a long time taking
off your hat and coat," said Sir Alex-
ander Bradney.'
Yes, Alec, I'm very tired."
"You were not coming down to the
library, eh?"
"Oh, yes.! ---I was just coming." She
paused and laughed. "I just wanted
to tidy myself up a bit; I've been
roughing it, you know."
"Roughing it? What do you mean?"
"I've been. to the theatre—upper
circle took a cab both ways.
Sir Alexander stroked his chin
thoughtfully. "H'm, I see," he said
after a pause. "So that's why you are
'not in an evening frock?"
"Yes. One could hardly dress for
the upper circle."
"Come downstairs. I want to
smoke.
"Oh,; you can smoke here, Alec."
"No, thank you! I do not do that
kind of thing."
Ruth switched off the lights and
walked slowly down the stairs. Her
husband followed her, but he did not
speak until they were in the library.
I Then he said, "I wasn't able to go to
the house after all."
1 "Did you dine in town?" queried
Ruth, seating herself in an easy chair.
' Sir Alexander nodded. He took up
his position with his back to the fire.
He lit a cigar and stood there with
his hands behind him. For nearly a
minute there was silence, and then'
Ruth said, "Do you want to see me
about anything of importance?"
"Well, yes --important to me at any
rate. I'm beginning to feel that things
cannot go on very well as they are.
You have always been' indifferent to
me, but now you seem to hate me. I've
seen it in, your eyes more than once
—hatred,"
"Oh, no, Alec. It's wicked to talk
like that."
"I am speaking the truth. Ever
since I destroyed that rotten portrait
of you you have been quite different."
Ruth tried to smile. "Oh, well;
Alec." she said, "you did behave abom-
inably."
"Yes, I lost my temper; I was not
feeling very well that morning. The
portrait irritated me."
"You said it was the portrait of a
bad woman. Very likely you're right"
"I did not speak the truth. I did
not tell you exactly what was in my
mind, Ruth. The portrait showed me
a woman who was in love." He paused
and laughed. "In hove—and I- know
well enough that you are not in love
with me."
Ruth . clasped her knees with her
hands. She knew that her husband
was conducting a cross-examination.
She had listened to him, more than
once, when he had been trying to get
the truth out of a witness. He never
blustered or bullied. Be was'always
quiet and gentle and'sympathetic—
just like this.
So you think I am in love with
someone else, Alec?" she laughed. "Oh,
how absurd!"
He looked at her fora few moments
without speaking. Then he said, "You
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THE BORROWER.
Judith's door opened cautiously, and
Sarah Fell stood apologetically in the
doorway, Hew pretty she was with
her golden hair and her armrs full of
jade crepe de Chine! "Oh, you're
studying!" she exclaimed. "I won't
interrupt you but a Moment, I just
wanted to ask you which you'd have
this made up with if you were I, silver
or black? Or would you use both?"
"Prue said silver, Connie,said black,
and Mary said both," observed- udith
dryly. "Sarah, don't you ever get tired.
of borrowing?"
"Of borrowing! Why, Judy,'1 never
borrowed a cent in my lite!"
"I'm not ,talking about money. 'Whv
don't. you decide something for your'
self? Really it's heaps. mere fun. Oh,
you're a wheedler, and it's awfully
hard to resist you, but somebody's got
to do
it for your own` good. So I de-
cline to answer your question," "
"Why, Judith!" Sarah exclaimed,
"I' mean it,We're all in a conspir-
acy to help you rob yourself, but I'm
going to get out Try' standing on
your own.feet, Sai•ah, -and- see how
o•ood it 'Feels P'
"But • Professor ;Baker said one of
the requisites of success ° is willingness
to learn from others!" Sarah exclaim-
ed triumphantly.
"1 know he did. But that doesn't
mean you should go round borrowing
other people's brains to avoid using
your own," Judith retorted,
"Nonsense!" Sarah replied lightly.
"Go back to your old calculus. If my
gown is spoiled, it will be your fault!"
A week later Sarah was summoned
to the dean's office. "Miss Fell, the
dean said, "I am afraid your report is
going to be a shock to you this term,
so called you in to talk it over with
you."
She waited till Sarah, white of face,
had read the card twice. Then, "Do
you understand?" the dean asked.
The girl shook her head.
"It is because you are trying to live
upon borrowed capital. We could not
be sure of it at first, so we waited, giv-
ing you the benefit of every doubt.
Think it over. Ilow many papers have
you written, how many problems have
you solved, how many even unimport-
ant things have you decided without
help from others?"
"Why, I — I didn't suppose — I
must have hit your forehead against
something, Ruth."
"Yes—getting into the cab. It
doesn't hurt. I didn't think it showed
at all."
"Oh, it won't disfigure you for life,"
he said with a smile. "Well, look here,
Ruth, I'm very sorry I lost my temper
—and that I've been thinking such
horrible things about you. Can't you
forgive ms?" -
"Yes, Alec, of course I forgive you,"
she answered.
He came towards her and laid his
hand upon her shoulder. "You see,
Ruth," he continued, 'it wasn't as if I
didn't care. If I hadn't cared that
look in your eyes wouldn't have mat-
tered. But I did care, and I do care.
I know you don't love me, but—Ruth
dear, I'd be content with so very
little "
She flushed with shame; but before
she could frame a reply the telephone
bell rang. Sir Alexander did not move
but as the bell kept on ringing Ruth
cried out, "Oh, please answer it, Alec.
I can't even think with that noise go-
ing on.,,
Sir Alexander Bradney walked to
the far end of the room and picked
up the receiver.
"Hallo!" said Sir Alexander. "Yes
—speaking—Oh, what's that? Speak
louder, will you—yes, I did call, there,
about nine o'clock, to see Mr. Merring-
ton. Yes, I saw Mrs. Merrington--
Oh, how terrible, how shocking—
You'd better come and see me, or send
someone, if you like—yes, certainly—
yes, of course."
He hung up the rece4ver, and Ruth,
chilled with fear at the mention of
Merrington's • name, said, "Who was
that?" without looking round at her
husband.
"Someone speaking from Marring-
ton's house," Bradney replied. "I was
round there about nine o'clock. You
see, Ruth, 1 ",thought perhaps he'd
paint another portrait of you if r paid
him over again, so I looked him up
after I'd had some dinner at the club."
He paused, and Ruth, in an agony
of terror, dared not seem to take too
great an interest in what she had
heard. No doubt, somehow or other,
Dr. Trehorn had got 'through to the.
Merrington's house on the telephone
with news of the accident. When her
husband had exclaimed, "Flow ter-
rible! How shocking!" he must have
been referring to John Merrington's
(loss of memory.
"You see," Bradney continued, "I
didn't like to write to him or speak
on the 'phone in case he might be--
well,
e—well, anyway, I .thought it best to go
and sec him. He was out, but I saw
Mrs, Merrington.I'
; Again he paused, .and: Ruth, still
afraid to look at his face; stared at
the fire. Why, she asked herself,had
they telephoned to her husband?
I "A most terrible thing has happen-
1ed," said Sir Alexander very. slowly.
Ruth turned her, head at last, saw
her husband's :'ace, and rose sharply
to her feet.
1 "What is it, Alec?" she cried. "What
has happened?"
{ "Poor Mrs. 19:errington is dead," he
answered gravely. "The' police rang
me up they think theta's something
wrong, I'm : a frlid—Ruth---"`
She was r'CSe to him, and she
caught at h' arm and clung to it to
'save, herself moon lnllinrr
He held her up in his arms, and
then he caeriad 1' i to tlie sofa.
(lo be continued,)
thought—" Suddenly as in a dream
Sarah saw , Judith's clear eyes chal-
lenging 'her
hal-lenging'hel; and heard Judith's voice;
"Try standing on your o',,vn feet,
Sarah, and see how good it fuels!"
A DRESSING STOOL,
"By the time I comb my hair in the
afternoon I'm just too tired to primp
before a mirror," admitted a busy
country mother. "So.e I do it . in . the
q_uickest,,possible way a}rd trust to
luck regnrding,the appearance of the
back of my ,collar- and hair."
Many times my tired and aching
feet have tended to hasten myafter-
noon toilet and have reminded me of
my hard-working. friend. So it was
with surprise and interest that I re-
cently saw in front of her dressing-
table a .'rejuvenated ;,piano stool
brought down from ,her attic, where
it had ,remained in useless oblivion
since superseded . at the pieno by a
more! ambitious bench.
"I cannot tell 'you•,wliat a comfort
it''it," she explained. "I'm only pro-
voked to think that I did not get it
cloiyn -ooner, ' 1, sit here in comfort
and arrange my, hair carefully as
I choose. " Then I swing "round and
scrutinize 'results from all angles.
"No more scolding -locks for mother!
Daughter is so delighted with this
one improvement that she, donated the
cretonne cover."
Even if vanity does not prompt a
more careful toilet, every mother will
appreciate the comfort this arrange-
ment offers for tired feet. If' the attic
does not harbor one of these old swivel
piano stools, one can be bought at
second-hand , very cheaply. And inci-
dentally let me add that such a stool
is exceedingly handy in the kitchen as
well.
A PRETTY APRON FOR
"MOTHER'S HELPER."
4472, Figured percale in white and
blue is here portrayed. The style is
easy to develop and easy to adjust.
The straps may be fastened to the belt
with buttons or snap fasteners.
The Pattern is cut in 5 Sizes: 6, 8,
10, 12, and 14 years. A 12 -year size
requires 2 yards of 27 -inch "material,
Pattern mailed to any address on
receipt of 15c in silver or stamps, by
the Wilson Publishing Co., 73 West
Adelaide ' Street. Allow two weeks
for receipt of pattern.
THIS DOUGH WON'T STICK.
The other day I saw my aunt knead-
ing bread on a.cloth-covered `.bread-
board. 1 had never seen this done
before, so asked her her reason for
using the cloth. The answer was that
thecloth prevents the soft dough from
sticking and it can be worked up much
softer than on a floured board in the
ordinary way. She said it was also
splendid when cutting doughnuts, as
they stick so easily to a floured board,
and to be good should be very soft.
The idea is not original, as she once
saw the doughboards covered with
cloth in a big doughnut factory. The
cloth cover is best made from a large-
size flour sack, which is sewn .intoa
tube to fit' the ; doughboard; or sew
tapes to a square a little larger than
the doughboard and tie these so that
the cloth will be smooth and stay in
place. -Louise E.
CLEANING OILCLOTIC.
Oilcloth should never be scrubbed.
If this is done the paint will quickly
be worn off. It should first be care-
fully washed with a soft brush, to re-
move all the dust and dirt, and then
wiped with a large, eoft cloth wrung
out in tepid (not hot) water. If it is
very dirty it may he necessary to use
a little soft soap, but this should be
done rarely, and on no account should
I soda be used. When it is dry wipe
over with a cloth or sponge dipped in
skim milk, which will brighten and
preserve the colors and give: it a pol
a, After sponging with the milk dry
Lwith a cloth.
WRITE,' INTERESTING LETTERS.
Before 1 acquired the habit of mak
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I ing notes before writing my- letters,
they were, I am afraid, rather short
and uninteresting, Very often while
II was working ];'would think of some
bit of clews that 1 would like to tell
1"so
and so," but by the time I was
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Toronto " ,:Lbi4
ready to write a "letter to them I had
forgotten many of the things,:I wished
to tell them. Now, for a day or so
before I write my letters I carry a
paper in my pocket and from time to
time, as I am about my work I jot
down brief notes on different subjects
which I wish to write about, This
enables me to write much longer let-
ters and to make them more interest-
ing. One ofnaycorrespondents laugh-
ingly told me recently that my letters
were "as good as a newspaper."—G, T.
TO CLEAN THE MOP.
If you use any of the patented wool-
ly mops now on the market, whether
for floors, walls or furniture, keep an
old whisk broom hanging near the' out-
side door in order to give your dry
mops their daily cleaning. Brushing
removes the bits of lint and dust much
more quickly and with less damage to
the mop than the old-fashioned method
of banging it on the porch rail.
The lowest priced tea is not the
cheapest. A pound of "SALADA"
yields more cups to the pound, and so
much more satisfaction than ordinary
tea, that it is really the most economi-
cal to Use.
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Cheap If They Cling Long.
Wife—"These clinging gowns are
rather inexpensive.
Hubby—"If they cling long enough
nodoubt they are."
Mlnard's Liniment :Heals Cuts.
The long -familiar colored globes in
chemists' windows were first display-
ed by the Moorish druggists of Arabia
and Spain.
A strong hive of bees will number
60,000 insects. A queen bee is sup
posed to lay about a million and a half
eggs during her lifetime,
Nutritious Bananas.
The producing power of the banana
is forty-four tunes as great as that of
the potato. The dried fruit is readily
converted into nutritious flour; it may
be also manufactured into sausages;
been can be made from it; while the
skin can be turned into cloth, and the
juice made to do service either" as ink
or vinegar.
The first astrological issue of Old
Moore's Almanack was' published in
1697.
The first negro ,was brought to the
U.S, in 1619.
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ATTENTION' IN
READING
To succeed in any profession a man
must know some things well, and to do
that he must cultivate the power of
concentration. To acquire that power
is the greatest difficulty that tha
young student has to meet, but unless
he does meet it in early life be will be
handicapped throughout his whole
'Vetoer. "Until he, Acquires the power
of giving his whole attention to what
he is doing, his reading will be me�
chaiiical, and the longer he reads the
less attentive be will be to what he
does read. Like other habits, the lack
of attention grows.
When Edmund Burke read a book,
he gave his attention to it as if he
drought he should never see it again.
The result was that when he had fin-
ished reading it, the book was his own..
Not only did he absorb the book with.
one reading and thusstrengthen' his
mind for other work, but also he saved
an immense amount of time that most
people, waste in reading the same
thing again and 'again. '; Any book
worth reading at all should be read
with all the power of the mind con-
centrated on it.
In our own time there is danger of
inattention in ' reading that did noi'
prevail in older days, when books were
few. Men like Webster and Lincoln
read a few great books and mastered'
them, but to -clay, when we have so
many books, we are likely to read
everything and retain nothing, Then
the mind becomes 'a junk shop lull of
literary rubbish, little of which is,
worth the room it occupies. It is only-
the
nlythe young man who cultivates the
habit of attention and directs it to
some of the .really great books who
can use his . mental -powers to the.
fullest,
Mere passive reading will soon
wreck the memory and render the'
mind unable to think for itself. Rush-
ing through a vast number of books,:
many of which are shallow' and evan-
escent, and much newspaper, stuff, -
highly seasoned with sensationalism,,
is sure to result in intellectual dyspep
sic. Almost better not . read at all.
than to vitiate the mind in that way.
It is better to read one good book well,
with the attention almost burning.
holes in the pages, than to read fifty
volumes with the mind on everything
from football to the Milky Way.
The question arises how best to con-
trol the attention and force the mind
to overcome or prevent waste of men-
tal energy. Many rules have been
given; memory systems have been de-
vised. Some advise reading with pen- , r'
cil in hand and underscoring or mark- 4'
ing every important passage. That is
all right in case you want_ .to review
the book; by noting the 'irnportari$m„, _
points you can go over in a few min-
utes what required hours to read at
first. But that method isn't worth
much in strengthening the habit of
attention, on the contrary, the very
fact that you intend to go over the
matter again may have quite the op-
posite effect. The thing you are after
is to find some way of making the
author's message your own at the first
reading, and so eliminating the neces-
sity of reading the book again.
Although it may be impossible for
the ordinary person to reach a point
where repetition will be unnecessary,
yet anyone can accomplish much if he
tries. It is said that Macaulay could
put • his finger at the top of a page he
had never read and, slowly moving it.
down the page to the bottom, could tell
all the author had said, and that one
reading was sufficient. It shows what
training will do. Of course .interest.
in anobject arouses reflex attention,
and some people never get beyond that
kind; but the attention that counts in
making a success of life°is voluntary,-
and that kind is -the result of a strong
will. So to strengthen the habit of
attention it is necessary also to exer-
cise the -will.
One good way to cultivate attention
in reading is to form the habit of
studying an hour or so every day some
subject for which you have a natural
aversion, and then to force the mind'
to reproduce it. A student may dis-
like Greek. Because he does dislike
it he should force his n to ,.
for doing he, wily findattentiohis greatesitt
growinth.so The power of attention is,
strengthened by compelling it to con-`
centrate on difficult subjects, and'
especially on those that are disagree-
able.
Mustard neutralizes the richness of
fat foods and males thenn easiea' to
digest. !mustard enables you to enjoy
and assimilate food which oth r wis
would burden the elle
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