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(Continued from last week.)
Having sung "Believe Me, if All
Those Endearing Young Charms"he
followed it with the mournful ditty,
"She is Far from the Land," and
finished With "The Last Rose of Sum
mer" by royal command, the close of
his efforts being received with a per-
fect storm "f app'»nse that was as
sincere as it was flattering; but here
the Prince interfered, and, vowing he
would not allow his gifted friend to
:µrain his weed opals, publicly thank -
rd Moore, far the pleasure he had
given the assemblage.
Meanwhile Sir Percival had not
been idle. Findine a deserted nook
the baronet, about an hour later,
sent a servant in quest of Farrell,
end conte,'"div ew i'ed the young
lrishman's r''mir''• ',sorbed in pleas-
ant rumin f;.,n on the probable hap-
penings of t' -e by no means distant
future.
"Oh, Terence," slid he, roustn';
from his rev, -'ie as the former en-
tered, "is"em minted?"Farrell '' I e core of the Ex-
aminer fro m tris t+"ri'f't.
"Here if 's ie the evening's issue,"
said he. ,..t,.n•I his 11i°hriess
has not y•' s "','b •d on it, though
every ore . , a."—o) to have done
sa"
"Droll t' • ,'l,• l' ince should come
here in tt•e '''t:,"r'.. company," said
Sir Perci•• •', »eleol the sheet, in
the roma- f whi •'1 wits the poen.
he had 1". 1 ` :n Mo,ne'13 gar-
ret.
"A pr""i'1''s t,•,.,"ening sir." re.
maned F •*r"" "1 have not begun
the circulati•,n of ",e author's name.
L it the nroner tie?, think you?"
"Not yet res 'Ip'- Terence. Half
an hour fa tie, new ,vill be quite soon
ennugb. Erred. these verses sting,
, t• I'm ne leder of satire, When the
Prince does finally set eyes unon them
there will h" an mobnrst. A flood of
anger will result on which the writer
of this m"s'e-n!ece will be borne a-
way to oblivion."
"Moore is high in favor now." ,
"The hielea tart elevation the great-
, the fall, Terence."
Farrell nodded.
"Our visit le. his garret was a for-
tunate one, But for what we found
the re 1 fess T'em's position in royal
I
favor wm,o
d be t of r
rem
fi o evert
you, u Sir Percival to successfully as -
ail. Mayas the
1 k programme you
have planned in regard to Bessie?"
"It differs very little from the
scheme we discessed a fortnight ago.
Already the b',iliffs are on post both
at the front 'eeel emir, waiting patient-
ly to seize the person of Mr. Dyke
unites otherwise directed 11 my ,
humble self which will only result
•'n'n1 the girl's cemnliance or the pay-
ee nt of the tl'misand her father owes
alai 1 tu.tic',"ste with their aid find- 1
in,g little difficulty in persuading Mis-'
'less Bessie to gn through the mar-
riage ceremony tit -nicht. Once this
is accomplished I"I take her on the
t;mtinent f"r a tr'imnse of Europe."
"You will marry lover?" said Far -
:'ell 111 ,Urania'.
"Not renPV. yen fool," laughed his
patron. "Foreseeine such a compro-
mise as ma"ri'tee, I have provided a
clergyman ref my awn manufacture.
.(a,'k Hathnwnv has kindly consented
to assurne tae role for a liberal con-
sideration."
"That devil's bird" muttered Far-
rell,
"Aye, no angel child is Jack, but
teentler revue mi'rht not care to
risk liberty In oblige n friend who
had found a difficult damsel." 's
"And where is this gallant rascal?"
"He, with the proner ecclesiastical
eparisons ro-'ir et hand, is waiting
for my con.,!rg round the corner a
little way. Y"u see how confident I
a11 that tit-nr"ht I will have my will."
"You think she will suspect noth•
frig?"
I rely on Jack's appearance to
silence any vague doubts that may
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"I've regretter! m' sex ell m' life,"
observed Sheridan, oveiiying a trifle.
"And tried to drown all recollec-
tion In a crimson tide, eh, Sherry?"
"Don't You be so f'milier, Tommy.
I'm not half drunk."
"Which half Is sober, air?"
"I am still in doubt 'a to that, sir.
I think it's flrat one half and then
the other,"
"You seem quite content, Mr. Sher-
idan."
That, Mrs. FitzHerbert, is because
I have made• myself familiar with Sir
Pereival's wine, a n d familiarity
breeds content."
Just then Mrs. FitzHerbert caught
a distant view of the Regent, and,
seeing Sheridan was bent on continu-
ing to enjoy the society of his young
fellow countryman she took the arm
of the Beau and ivied herself In the
opposite direction, thus prolonging
the quest of her royal lover.
I Once by themselves, Sheridan seiz-
ed Moore's arm,
"Tommy" said he, "I'm a drunken
old reprobate."
"They say confectsion is good for
the sotel, Sherry," replied Moore, po-
litely.
"But,l'm not such a reseal as rim'
others I know of."
"I hope you mean nothing person -
haunt her gentle' bosom. Jack can
look most reverent. Aye, and act it,
too if he be not in his cups."
"feu are a remarkable man, Sir
Percival,"
"At all events industrious," re-
turned the baronet, rising and putting
the paper in his pocket. "Come, Far-
rell, our absence may be remarked.
Your arm."
Then, as these two very worthy
gentlemen strolled leisurely away, a
little old man in a powdered wig al
awry in its set upon his clever old
heed, staggered out from behind the
portieres screening the window recess
and, balancing himself uncertainly as
he stood, groaned aloud at the im-
potence of his intoxicated brain.
The little gentleman was Mr. Rich-
ard Brinsley Sheridan; the reason for
his sudden impatience with drunken-
ness being that he had heard every
word of the conversation between Sir
Percival and his creature, and now
found his 'vine -drenched intellect un-
equal to planning the proper course
for hire to follow to checkmate the
benevolent intentio'o, of his host.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Mr. S',•ridan, Mr, Brummell, and Mr.
Me, r" Hold Council of War,
!Tie 11',yal Highness did not at first
pec.' d in :orating the lady who en-
tev",ts )1,1,11 of his favor and . •1.
noir •t i at this time. Mrs. F'itzHer-
' ssession of Moore when a
servant informed Farrell of Sir Per -
,•i • .' - •ri-h t,', see him, and, laughing•
miselde•: ':sly, kept on the move from
, fir m 1, :mother, resolved that
W ,4 s s4;m1d make at least a fairly
tea.. le' -•,1 ,;T•rt before he obtained
the plc: etre of her company. Find-
ing a we'l'ded corner behind some
,•she.: •, t',,, conservatory, she pro-
ceeded ' ••.techise Moore in regard
to his atT:.i.r with Bessie Dyke, at the
same ti:•.'" keeping a sharp look -out
for the approach of the Regent.
"I'll vas you were at Old Drury
to -night. Mr Moore," said she.
"T)o yea think that shows marvel-
lous perception on your part?" de-
manded the poet, lightly.
"What do you think of actresses?"
"1 don't think of them. Mrs. Fitz -
Herbert."
"Nat of Bessie'"
"Never as an actress."
"Yet she is one, and (Tuve!' too."
"If I hod n:v way she'd ,,over walk
the br'a'ds after tit -night."
"But you haven't your way, Mr.
Monro."
"Worse luck!"
"Oh, perhaps it i' fortunate for
Mistress Bessie that you do nut di-
rect her destinies."
"1 think no man enjoys seeing a
woman he cares for upon the stage."
"Fie, Mr. Moore. A roam should
ba proud of the admiration accorded
her if she be successful,"
"There is no pine:. half so fitting
for a woman as h,'r husband's home.
No profession for her nue hundredth
part so appropriate, 00 complete in
happiness and content as +ha care of
her children,"
"You are very old fashiimed, Mr.
Moore,"
• "True love is always old fashioned.
It is one thing that has never chang-
ed an iota since the first man was
given the first woman to worship."
"Oh dear," sighed Mrs, FitzHer-
bert, "you have the morals badly this
evening. Mr, Brummell, I fear your
friend Tom is contemplating priest-
hood."
"Religion is an excellent thing to
ponder on," said the Benue drawing
near. "It is so, completely non -ex-
citing that much thought may be ex-
pended, thus furnishing extensive in-
tellectual exercise without causing
the nervous mental activity so com-
pletely demoralizing to placid nee
tures."
"Perhaps he means something by
that procession of words, Mrs. Fitz -
Herbert," said Moore, doubtfully.
"We finest not judge entirely by ap-
It is not irrspossiblc, f presume,"
replied Mrs. FitzHerbert, apparently
possessed of serious misgivings upon
the subject.
"Because the prattle of certain peo-
ple is entirely devoid of either sense
or sentiment, is not to -he concluded
that •the conversation of every one
else is at so completely a low ebb of
mentality," remarked t he Beau,
sententiously. "Oh, Tommy, Tommy,
why will you tie your cravat in that
horrible, horrible fashion?"
"It's like this, Brummell. I'm tir-
ed of following your styles, so at
present seek to set one. of my own."
"Then I'll quell your insubordina-
tion without further deluy'," returned
the Beau, laying skilful hands on
Moore'stie. "Atouch
to the left, a
twist to the right, a pucker here,,and
a graceful fall of lace thus, Thomas,
and you are a credit to Ireland."
"Thanky," said Moore. "If I look
half as fine as you de, Gorge, P 1
need some one to see me home. The
ladies will never allow me to escape
unkissed."
"A kiss in time saves nine," said
Mr. Sheridan, thickly, 'having ap-
proached unnoticed. "I can't prove
it, but it sounds Burst. clever, at least .
after the second bottle,"
"Oh, by the way, Mrs. Fite," said •
Brummell, languidly, "hie Highness
is searching forl,you, or I misread het '
behavior."
"If that is the case," replied Mrs.
FitzHerbert, smiling into existence
the prettiest dimple in the world,
"there is only one thing for are to .
do"
"To hide, Mrs. FitzHerbert," ring-
gested Moore, who understood all wo-
men save one; at least it was to
this effect that he flet.tered himself.
"Really, Mr. Moore, you should
have been born a woman."
"Not so," said the poet, "for then
like other women, I should be blind
to the good fortune of his Highness
in enjoying your ladyship's favor."
"But," Bald Brummell, pompously,
"it yen had been a woman, Tom, I
might have loved you."
al?"
"Shut up, Tommy."
"Yessir," replied the gentleman
thus admonished.
"Goo' boy, Tommy, Now listen.
having had a drink or two or pos'bly
tin'ee to be 'tirely frank, Tommy, I
'cided to get a little air."
"i thought yuu had a little heir,
Sherry."
"i can't conscientiously deny it."
"Oh, 11 11" remarked the elder
Irishman, "it's too important to be
, so urs.t silly about."
P1 beg your p•rrden," said Moore,
,ntritely. "Prot.eed."
"Where was I?"
"You were llwking fur air,"
"So 1 ryas. Well. ae in I go to a
11/0 /11 ver' little frequented. And
tl•ere 1 raise , window and have a
shock, f,' uulside I sec quite plainly
the ugly mug of a bailiff. A bvi'itr
I'm quite attached to f'r ole tittles'
sake. 'Shoo' old acquaintance be f'r-
eet,r and et, forth. Undcr'atan',
Tummy?"
"Perfectly."
"So of course I think he is after
me. Understa.'?"
"The presumption is quite natural,"
"And bob 'back my head f'r fear he
mi' see roe. Then down comes win-
dow on m' crown., tips my wig over
m' ear, and lays me out, cold on the
floor behind the por'chers. Under -
sten'?"
"Vary clearly, Sherry."
"Then wirer. I become sens'ble., I
hear voices outside window recess in
the room, Sir Percival and Farrell
having confidential chat, Thass what
I want tell you."
"Oh," said Moore, in sudden inter-
est "what were they talking about?"
"
_Curst 'f Ikit w now," said the
dramatist, blankly, all recollection of
the important information he had to
convey suddenly obliterated.
Moore immediately waxed anxious.
"Think, Sherry, think!"
"I'm loo drunk to do anything
but—"
"But what?"
"—but drink some more drinkeh,"
"Sit down here now and take things
easily," urged Moore, resolved to
",urn what had weighed so heavily
upon the old gentleman's mind.
'I'm ver' thirsty," observed Sheri-
dan, thoughtfully. "Go' lump on in'
stead, Tommy. Ver' dis'oblegin' win-
dow, most ineonsid'rate. Almost
scalped ven'rable author of 'Schon'.
f'r Scan'al.' "
"Now there are only two subjects
on which Sir Percival could converse
that would interest me in the least,
Sherry."
"Tubi Thass ver' few f'r so clever •
a man as you, Tommy. , I fear you
lack ver'—ver'--vers'tility, m' bey."
"The first subject is, of course,
Bessie.
"Curst nice li1' 'g=el," observed
Sheridan,• conscious that the young
lady spoken of was in some way
connected with the idea that had so
surklenly vanished.
"The other is myself."
"Natura—er—rally so."
'•Now of which of these did he
speak?"
"Thass the question, Tommy," re-
plied Sheridan stupidly.
"Ohl"'exclaimed Moore in disgust.
A flash of recollection stirred into
new life by the ejaculation illumined
the face of the wit.
"Yeah, t'hass it. Owe. Thass it,
Tommy."
Moore became imbued with new
hope, but did not hasten his inquiries
as before, lest he should again daze
Sheridan's semi-selmnolent memory,
"Owe?" he repeated. "Some one
is indebted to Sir Percival, Sherry?"
"These it, Tommy."
"I wonder who it can be? Of
course you do not remember, Sherry."
"Yes)", I do," asserted his compan-
ion. Dyke. "tab Mr. owesSir
Ie He
Percival thoushand pounds."
"Good Godl" exclaimed Moore, be-
neath his breath, horriflled at what
he heard.
"The bailiffs I s'posed present Yin
m' honor are here to seize him if he
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d.•n't return the moneysh to -night."
"What is rile alternative the
sc:o ndrel offers?" asked Moore, con-
fident that the debt was merely a
weapon of ,intimidation,
"If Bessie marries him to -night he
will let her father off en his debt.
Otherwise he goes in limbo. She'll
have to do it, m' boy. li"'d die is
Fleet Street. Oh, Tommy, whet a
dirty scoundrel he iah!"
"Sherry," said Moore, gratefully,
pressing the old gentleman's hand as
he spoke, "if I live to be a thousand
years old I'll never cease to thank
you with all my heart for what you
hove done to -night."
"Thass all right, Tommy, thass all
right. We're both Irishmen," re-
spondcd the dramatist,
As Sheridan spoke he opened the
window and standing beside it drew
long draughts of the cool fresh even-
ing alt' into his lungs. Moore sat
quietly waiting for his friend to re-
gain the sobriety he knew would not
be lung in returning, now that he
had passed through the muddled
stt,ge and emerged upon the borders
of ordinary intelligence. Meanwhile
he was trying to evolve surae plan to
avert the danger threatening his
f -lends with such dire misfortune.
For the aged poet to languish in
the foulness of a debtor's prison .for
note than a week would he to sign
his death -warrant. The horrible con-
dition of the places of' confinement
consecrated to the incarceration of
gentlemen who involved themselves
t:, an extent beyond their ability to
:'y was one of the stropeest induce-
ments that could be brought to bear
by tt creditor to force to the settle -
wept of lung -standing obligatioua a
ceetain type of debtor—he who could
pa, if he willed to make the' sacrifice
Personal convenience, 11,111 to cur-
tail the indulgences common usage
made the essential pleasures of the
gay life of the sporty young buck of
fhc period. For this reason more
than any ether was the condition of
these vile deny allowed to go unim-
proved in spite of an occasional vig-
orous protest from some noble but
impoverished family whose neer-do-
well offspring
wa s compelled to lie
indefinitely fin tel in squalor as new
Yas it
was repugnant to his elegant sensi-
bilities. That Bessie would make an
sacrifice to keep her father from sueh
a fate Moore felt assured. There
was only one way to block Sir Per-
cival's game. The money must be
paid. But how? The returns from
Moore's book had enabled him to set-
tle his debts in both Ireland and
England, but, up to this time, eery
little more than enough to accomplish
this result and support him as his
new position demanded had come
from his publisher, McDermot. It
was true that the sudden glow of
enthusiasm usually experienced by a
bookseller after the publication of a
successful book had led the close-
fisted and stony-hearted old Scotch -
man to declare his unwillingness to
pay a generous sum in advance for
II new poem, upon an oriental theme,
which Lord Lansdowne had suggest-
ed to Moore, providing this bonus
should give him the exclusive right
of pu',lication for the term of two
years to all literary output from the
pen of the young Irishman. How-
ever, Moore felt confident that the'
sum McDernlot would be willing to
pay to bind the bargain would be
far less than the thousand he re-
quired. How, then, could he raise
.such an enormous amount?
Sheridan, who was fast sobering,
thanks to the bracing air. closed the
window with a shiver and turned to
his young friend.
"What will you do, Tommy?" he
asked, only a alight trace of his forst-
, thickness dt'ton'rue perceptible.
"Do. Sherry? I'll have to raise
the money."
"Have you it?" demanded the wit,
regarding Moore in amazement.
"Not I, Sherry. It's taken all I've
earned so far to pay my debts."
"Debts?" snorted Sheridan, con-
temptuously. "T.et this he a lesson
to you. Tom. Never pay anything.
I never do."
"Yon. Sherry? Have you any
money?"
"None, except what i have in my
pockets," replied Sheridan, hopeless-
ly. At this moment Mr. Brummell,
deserted by Mrs. FitzHerbert and
weary of the senseless gabble so
liberally dispensed by nine of every
ten females gracing social functions
of magnitude, wandered hack into the
conservatory in search of quiet. Spy-
ing two of his closest. cronies, he
made haste to join them.
"Here is the Ream" said Moore.
"Ah, George, you have came just in
time for the collection,"
"Indeed?" said Brummell, curinus-
ly. "Have I missed the serneon?"
"Yes, but you are in time for the
blessing, if you have any money to
lend a poor devil of an Trishm'en."
"Money," sighed the Bcau, "is too
vulgar for me to long endure its
posseeaion, Tom."
"I am not joking. Brummell," de-
clared Moore, seriously. "'I need
money, sir. Every penny yon can
let, me have. How much do you Will,
you can raise for me within the
hour?"
Brummell, assured by Moore's man-
ner that he was not jesting, began to
sum up his resources.
"i think," said he, hopefully, "that
I min borrow fifty pounds from my
landlady, and i have a guinea or two
in my elothes."
"Hefty pounds," avid Monro. "And
you Sherry?"
The gentleman addressed bad ran-
counti
sacktld ng illsout p3c O8i
aoo
"I have five shillitige f ' s
he announced.
Moore groaned."
"And I think," .cpnttqued the aid
1tettleman, "ttltat I'can borrow five
viands from my valet It the reseal
is nut in a state of beastly sobriety."
"And I've not twenty pounds 'to
my name," said Moore, losing hope
r the moment. -
"Your name should carry more
weight than twenty pounds," return-
ed Sheridan. "Perhaps 1 can borrow
some from a stranger."
"But a stranger would not know
you, Sherry," objected Brummell.
"But if he knew him he wouldn't
lend him a penny," said Moore.
"Think of it, gentlemen. What
woyld posterity say if it knew? Beau
Brdmnrell, Richard Brinaley Sheridan
and Tont Moore together cannot raise
one hundred pounds in a time of des-
;rerate need."
"What would posterity say?" sigh-
ed Brununell in disgust.
"Oh, d—n posterity!" cried Sheri-
dan. "What has posterity ever done
fur us?"
"Give it time, Sherry, give it time."
"That is one thing 1 am never short
.,f, Tommy."
"May 1, without impropriety, ask
what is the trouble?" inquired the
Beau,
A friend of mine is in danger,
Brunnnell. I must raise one thous-
and pounds before dawn."
A thousand pounds!" exclaimed
11I'll ni,uell, horrified. "Good Lord!"
Then, as the Beau had recourse to
his scent -battle for the stimulation
necessary to revive him from the
shuck inflicted by Moore's words, the
poet gripped Sheridan by the arm in
sudden hope.
"1'11 appeal .to the Prince 1tegent
himself, Sherry."
Sht•ridat, eh,s,k his head in dissent.
•"Tenrmy, boy, remember he is Sir
rercival's intimate friend."
"But his Highness likes me- Sure-
ly he would interfere"
"Tum," said Brummell solemnly,
"If there is a woman in the case do
not waste your tin, and exhaust the
patience of Wales His Highness is
a greater rake than Percy Lovelace
ever dreamed of being."
"He would not see a woman so
coerced," persisted Moore.
"Remember, lad," advised Sheridan,
"you area friend and courtier of only
three months' standing. Sir Percival
has been Wales's companion since
their boyhood."
"Then God help us," said Moore in
despair. "There is nothing I can do.
Stay' I forgot McDermot. He has
asked nee to write him an eastern
romance 'n verse and offered to pay
liberally in advance,"
"That old skinflint will faint at
the thought of a thousand pounds."
"It is my only chance, Sherry.
Where is the old fellow?"
"I saw him in the smoking room
a few minutes ago." said Brummell.
"No doubt you will ll fnd him
still
there."
"I'll not lose a moment," said
Moore. "It is a forlorn hope, but
he'll find the hardest task of his life
will be to give me 'No' for an an-
swer,"
"But first, Tom," said -Sheridan,
wisely, "you must see Mr, Dyke. Per-
haps it is nut so bad a matter as
we think."
"You arc right, Sherry," replied
Moore, his spirits recovering a little
at the thought - that, after all, the
danger might have been exaggerated.
But this desperate hope was not
destined to be of long life, for Moore
found Mr. Dyke in a quiet nook,
crushed and despairing. He had just
left Sir Percival, who in a few cold
words had explained to -the hapless
old elan the terrible trap in which he
had been caught.
"Take a half hour to think over my
proposition," the baronet had said as
he left the aged poet. "When that
time has passed, acquaint your daugh-
ter with my wishes. She will do any-
thing, even marry me, I feel sure, to
extricate you from your present pre-
dicament."
Moore listened in silence to kis
friend's story, and when he had finish-
ed said:
"You have not told Bessie, sir?"
"Not yet, Thomas."
"Then do not tell her. Let me
settle with Sir Percival. I'll find
some way to beat him yet."
Leaving Mr. Dyke where he had
found him, Moore went in search of
the publisher,
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' CHAPTER TWENTY
Tom Moore Makes a Bad Bargain.
Mr. McDermot raised his bald head
as Moore approached hint in the
smoking room. His keen, hatchet -
shaped face was framed on either
aide by a huge mutton -chop whisker
which was like nothing else half so
Imuch as a furze bush recently sifted
over by a snow -storm. This worthy
gentleman regarded Moore with a
keenness that seemed to the poet to
penetrate and to coldly scrutinize his
troubled mind, for Moore was eves a
poor hand at dissimulation and bore
on his unusually cheery countenance
only too plainly the mark of the
trental anxiety he was now endur-
ing
"Weel, Mr. Moore, what can I do
for ye, sair?"
"Sir," said Moore, trying to hide
his eagerness, "I have been thinking
over the proposition you made a week
ago at the instigation of Lord Lands-
downe,"
"Weel, Mr, Moore?" repeated Mc -
Dermot, realizing at a single glance
that the person addressing him was
much in need of something he hoped
to obtain as the result of this inter-
view, and wisely concluding that this
something was money.
"You wished me to write a long
poem, for which you asserted you
were willing to pay in advance, if
by so doing you secured the exclusive
right to all my work for the next
1 two years."
; "So I said, Mr. Moore, but that
was a week ago, sair. However, con-
tinuo your remarks."
"At that time I did not regard the
matter favorably," continued Moore,
"but since then I have changed my
I mind. i accept your offer, sir."
"Ah, do ye? And what terms did
iI propose, Mr, Moore?"
"You named none, sir, but from the
way you spoke I fancied you would
be agreeable to any reasonable bar-
gain I might propose."
"True, sair, true, but what is reas-
onable in one mans eyes s may
weel
be considered exhorbitant by anither.
Ha' the kindness to name in figures,
Mr. Moore, what ye deme ye lue."
McDermot spoke in his most chill-
ing tones, indifference ringing its
baleful note in each word. Moore's
heart sank, but he struggled bravely
on with his hopeless task, resolved
not to even acknowledge the possi-
bility of defeat until failure absolute
and crushing should be forced upon
hint beyrond all denying,
"I habe decided to ask one thous-
and pounds in advance, sir," he began
intending to name the royalty he
hoped to be paid upon each copy of
the poem sold, but the look he re-
ceived from the grim old Scotchman
made him .hesitate and falter with
the words upon his lips unspoken.
(Continued next week.)
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