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The Wingham Times, 1903-07-09, Page 7u.»•rrlr ehse r :• P n Cruele e BY LAURA JEAN LIBBIY Author of f4A Broken Betrothal," "'acted at the Attar," 44 The Heiress of Cameron Hall," Etc., Etc. %ea •g4;; ♦ \ I J•�J \ r♦2 " lAI ! \'t R�\_,,/ \ J I�\�/�♦ ♦y ♦ / yI \ C \ . ' 0(40X- 4',• .' '71 *14, i-.�`**14..W101.434: C .� 4:1(00'.�r iff, • 111111• never know of this; I give you t -my solemn promise."' "' flamedinto 11 lurid ate that a tae. upinto The i h t i the bold, evil eyes lookiuge iuto her own almost paralyzed, her. "Are you mad, girl," he hissed, "''to still keep up this insane tole of utterly' ignoring oto and my claims? .1Tusband, Weed! Perhaps you have tforgotteu that the custom of Utah is called. by the ugly name of bigamy here! J3y this time to -morrow night the whole• coInniunity shall be ring- ing with your duplicity. 'Then you Vail be glad to turn to ale for shel- `'itr and protection, and acknowledge that you € re Rosebud Fielding, my 4 wife," "I deny that I am your wife!" she grilled, saying ' to herself h rsel thtt he might actually kill her, torttu•e her in any way, but she would never 0.0-' knowledge the truth of his words. Co owhat u' t; to the bitter end —even to the verge of death --- she ..would deny it with her last breath. "You shall never look upon Itay- tn mond Leslie's face again until , my- rself, bring hint into your presence to "curse you bitterly for the dupe you -have made of hien!" "Oh, you would not be so cruel!" .she moaned, brokenly. "Cod would II1 Wt:1VfJ4A TIMES, JULY 9, 1903 Shirt waists and dainty ( linen are made delightfullf clean. and fresh with Sun- light Soap. 68 thither, and driving rapider: in the direction of Raymond Leslie's mag- nificent home, only to find him gone, as the reader already knows, "Searching for his wife in all probe ability," remarked Fielding, signifl•. cantly. "Perhaps it is just as well it happened so, ]f we see bion to -mor- row that will suffice." "It would be better to go back to the hotel now," suggested Paul Bow- ' ard, "for if strangers were seen loi- tering anywhere around in the vicin- ity of the old light -house it would attract suspicion. Take my word for right it, the girl will boa 11 _ g ht th re e , Old Mag, the light -house keeper's wife, is as keen as a fox and as sharp as a weasel." "}Ilack to the hotel then let it be." assented Fielding, nervously, In the office they parted for the night, FIelding following the porter • 1 l while w rd the 1t 031 rl IIOIA tohiso l , mo- ment his friend's back was turned, quickly re-entered the coach again, driving rapidly in the direction of `light -house. t h e e or some moments after Fielding and Howard had left, cid Mag stood gazing curiously at the white face lying against the pillow, "Site's a regular beauty," she snot let you persecute me so. I beg muttered, drawing the soft flaxen sof you to let me go back to my hos- curls through her brown, bony fin- d)ana—my noble husband who is 'waiting for me at this moment with gets` „ I frontier who she is. Well, anyhow it don't much matter to mo painful anxiety." who she is, so long as they pays me lleer words seemed to madden him. well for keeping her here, Poorfolks "Never," ho shouted, hoarsely, like ale has to turn an honest penny ',with a terrible oath—"never! I shallglaring to leeee another man ile whenever the sari Why, Lord, ',take a glorious revenge. upon you=for that's real lace she's got around her skirts!" she ejaculated, under her breath. "And her stockings are all site, and, goodness me, this is a dia- mond ring on her finger." you were bound to me; for—fool that 1 ant!—I love you with a Mighty pas- sion a- 1 Ln boyisha u that pale y 111 tion into .insignificance. And you ask me to coolly give you to anoth- The cunning look in the woman, s. .er! Why, 1 would sooner slay you bead-like black oyes fairly glittered with my own hands, and glory in the as she went on with her inspection. ..deed, than give you up to Raymond There was something in the dress .Leslie!" pocket upon which greedy Drag pounc- Ile quite forgot the presence of his ed. A dainty lace handkerchief wrap - =asked friend as lie uttered that Ped around a jewel -case, and a large Fthreat. roll of bank -notes. "Rayntondf oh, my love—my lore, "Oh, goodness gracious!" cried the save neo!" she cried, wildly spring- old woman, "1 have stumbled on to Mg to her feet and beating the air 'With tel white hhnd5. 'Io v n savo • inc front this man's power!" Tr With a low, despairing cry she fell tlheavil y t the floor. "'Maavens! l's -e killed her!" cried 'Fielding, springing to her side and , e,tising her quickly from. the floor. a•'X.'ome here, quick, Howard! She 11<tust certainly bo dead—her hcaxt t does not beat!" ui •'rshaw!" retorted Paul Irowald, ccoolly removing the mask from his !face as he crossed the room, "she Where's . 's that flask f fainted. a ts has only pocket? • tt base in yourA. ofbrandy so ' little of 'that will soon bring her to. You were altogether too precipitate. :I thought you were not to broach `.that subject to her until she had at ,:least been here a week." • "I was a fool, I suppose, to do it, but she fairly goaded me on to mad - mess by her cool denial of me. She flashing her blue eyes wide open and gazing fearfully around the meagerly furnished circular room in which she found herself. Only the low wash of the sea all a gold mine, 1, don't susoos: those two sleek fellows who brought her here imagined what she, had in her pocket, or they never would have let them fall into old Mag's clutches. I think oid Mag can do better than to watch your bonny bird for you, my pretty fine gentlemen," she mumbled, with a dry, rasping laugh, as she snugly tucked the contents of the jewel -case and the bank -notes into her bosom. "Watch your pretty bird you•self for all Mag cares, I'm off;" and suiting the action to the word, r' remarkablerapidity for one of with P Y t Iter age, the old woman hobbled out of the room and down the rickety stairs, soon leaving the light -house far in the distance behind her. (Ter retreating footsteps had scarce- ly died away ere Rosebud slowly re- turned to conscibusness. "Where am I?" site murmured, Rosebud, thankfully, stepping out into the bright, radiant starlight. ., " J)0 be too euro f that fact notu a said a cool, familiar voice, close by her elbow, and starting back with a low cry, like ono who had received a sudden death -blow, she stood face to face with an enemy she had almost forgotten the existence of—l'aul iiow- ard! And in that one moment, out in the pitying moonlight, poor (Rosebud told herself that Cod had indeed for- gotten her. Destruction was closing in on all sides of her, 'There was no escape now, her enemies had all com- bined to track her down to her i1ooin ttarouses all the tigerish hate in my nature when she speaks of that Les - so lovingly." Howard laughed as he stepped to *the .door of an adjoining room, sura- around her on the rocks below ans- moning a woman who stood colo- werecl her. piacently smoking a stumpy bit of a In a moment she realized all that leclay pipe by the window. had transpired. A candle lay on the 1 "Come in here and take charge of floor beside the sofa on which she this young lady at once, Mag; she found herself, yet the light from the • has fainted." full 1110011 masse all objects its the "Yes, sir," croaked the old wo- roost plainly discernible Iman, coming cringingly forward. She expected each inollient to see "You needn't to fear. 11l keep a Percy Fielding emerge from the open strict eye on the pretty bird again door that creaked to and fro on its • ye comae back. Old Mag knows her rusty hinges, leading, doubtless, to some inner apartment, or to see the dark, masked figure step forth from among the shadows. CHAPTER XXXIV, Percy Fielding is not the !Pinel cf a cs'c at yot'r, r'ant's." fellow to love one woman long; 11e ltos;imus din o't Lela ber breath will soon tire of you, and, driven to ti:h intem•e aet•nlishatent. could he the wall. Vela be glad to comereally mean to be so noble and to inc. Anti I don't take much t',tock generous,. while .ha had thought hien i t second-hand, faded beauties. There so utterly ly ('•eo:fe lble' Die he teeny 1'1 nothing like the fresh, dewy !rag- iizen t to make teems with her to ranee of youth for inc." keep 'h n zni.•crubie tiecret Jet t little "I have heard of the villainy of JO" ret men, but I never could have believed it ,•o"bd be ns bad as tete,," she re - The pitying moonlight never fell upon a more desperate face than the F raised t I word's in .he one to Paul l I o clear radiant light. No prayer felt from her young lips —it was useless, useless, . "God had forgotten 1 r.. she told i s herself, "her enemies had banded to- gether o-gether to track her down." "You do not seem very elated at seeing me," said Howard, coolly. "I ant not flattered," Rosebud vouchsafed hien no answer save a look of scorn and contempt. "1 have nothing to say to you, sir; let me pass," she cried out, after a brief pause. "I have much to say to you, Rose- bud, and I shall ask you to please retrace your steps to the apartment you have just quitted. I will fol- low," he said. "Never!" cried Rosebud, frantical- ly. "I would throw myself into the sea first!" "lf you are wise you will slake tcrma with me, fair Rosebud. It is useless to beei;.iy. }words—you are not wise. And, clasping one of Iter halide firmly in his, although she struggled desperately to free herself, he led her back to the tower, closing the door after him, and muttering a curse up- on. seeing that Mag, whom he had left in charge, was nowhere in sight. For the first time in his life Paul (coward felt embarrassed before the Cahn, searching gaze of those blue eyes which were fixed on him so scornfully. Rosebud had sunk into a ch.nir, physically exhausted, waiting for hint to speak, which he seemed in no hur- ry to do. "Why have you brought me back here?" she cried at length. "1Iave I not suffered enough at your hands already? What have I done that S persecute mo s. t , should ec e you ho P "Are you blind that you can not read it in my eyes, fait. ltoscbud?" he cried, drawing up a chair close be- side her. "I love you, and I want your love in return. You escaped me once, my pretty little .wild bird; but I shall take good care you do not business," she said, with a knowing ' wink, "Do you think we can trust her?" asked Fielding, doubtfully. "Rose- She could ,not understand the in - bud might bribe or persuade her to tense quiet that reigned around her, ajiliow her to escape." broken only by the dashing waves of the girl will not recover much be- the ocean below or the flapping of ;:foro morning," returned }Ioward, some frightened night bird's wing -thoughtfully. "We will be back be- efore that time." • • With a parting injunction to the "..old woman to watch carefully over the unfortunate girl and she Would ''be well rewarded, they tools their de- eI)alture, entering the same coach in which Rosebud had been brought !--- ',:Would Scratch till the Blood Flowed >4 S�Fe41it •.z A. dreadfa f Itching 'Eczema which defied, pkdlltt►13ltreatmeat, and was rermaneis} T cared by Dr. Chimes, v' MRs. Linke,, iz.:Walker St., Ilalifax, N.S., • states :—' ).Myer three years of miserable torture • and sleepless nights with terrible eczema, and after trying over a dozen remedies without .. obtaining anything but slight temporary relief, I have been perfectly and entirely cured by t. using Dr. Chase's Ointment. After the third • or fourth applicetigteoethis grand ointment 1 obtained reale .ancj,:gfew boxes were sufficient .s to make a tileeo„uglecere• "It isrtix months sjuco I Was freed of this • wretched skin disease, ,and as there has been I no return of the trouble•x.consider the cure a '•-,permanent one. I would strongly urge any •one suffering as I did to try this ointment, and shall gladly write to any who wish to refer to we for particulars of :cry case. I Was so bad • with eczema that I would scratch the sores to my, steep Cantil the blood would flow. ,De. Chase's Ointnsent, 6o.cents a box, stall dogars, or Edmanson, Batesand Co., Toronto. • T ,protect you against imitations the portrait , and stgnaterc. of Da A. W, Chase, the Calton ,,, receipt book :author,,grgoM box. , against the casement. !'ale and trembling, Ilosebud rose to her feet. What could this omin- ous silence mean? Where was Percy Fielding? With beating heart the brave girl advanced to the open door -way. No human being was in sight. She saw a spiral staieway leading clown into dense darkness. "Shall I dare risk it?" she wiiis- pored, fearfully, as she tremblingly set her foot on the stairway. "(leav- en alone knows where it might lead to, still death, disgrace, acid torture stare me in the face in this room. I alight as well venture." With a prayer on her lips poor Rosebud groped her way blindly through the inky darkness. The stairway was abrupt, steep, and circular. More than once, through sheer dizziness, the poor girl ranee near losing her balance and falling headlong to the bottom. She knew it must be tho tower of the old light -house, of which she had heard such strange stories, in which she found herself confined, and brave though. Rosebud Was an icy chill crept over he heart as she thought Of it. Every moment she expected to hear Percy Fielding's step upon. the stair- way. Was he just trying her to see if she really would escape if a chance Wad offered her? The last stair was reached, and almost fainting With joy, her little cold, trembling hand tanto in cone tact with a door knob, which yield- ed to her touch; and With h • loud creak the door swung .hack on its hinges, letting in U1 1100d of soft, White, mellow niooniight. "Free, free: oh, I ala frees'" gaped torted proudly. "And. 1 can ori. Wonder that fled allows such wolves to roam the .sunlit earth, seeking whom they may destroy. Agailt L say I wonder that Ilettrcn in its Wrath does not strike you (lead!" "Olt, hear the little beauty rave! ITcaven stasis ire deed! What a most horrible idea! I wonder you eicaped the IialS of wrath when you. mare led t l t1, d huihancl number two while zoas 00onelanguished ina con- e -let's ecli. 1 have often heard that beautiful women have no conscience; 1. believe it is true. Beauty and sin get wonderfully mixed together -- tt perfectly natural consequence—the for- mer gives the latter a piquant flav- or." Something in the slumbering fire of her eyes made him hesitate. hastily securing a heavy iron bar before the window to prevent her escape, should she attempt it. anis with a parting threat note to divulge his sig[ t to Percy finding on the morrow, or it would he the worse for her, Paul 1Toward turned on his heel and quit- e ted the coons, luckint, the door se- curely after him, and transferring the key to his pocket. She well knew Raymond had miss- ed herloin; ere this. What would he think when he searched and failed to find her, and learned that her jewels, too, were missing? Could it be pos- sible to 1(I do her the h. J siblrhGwould uu c r instant, that `r `for single thine even a she had fled from him? Ah, no! Yet what else could he think when he found she had taken her jewels and suddenly left him without warning? She bowed her beautiful fair head 10tt in shame. "Tiley have told you my l•itiful story by this time; Raymond," she sobbed; "and now you hate me, loathe nay very memory." She slid not make another attempt' to escape; she knew it was utterly useless. A reckless, numb despair see eat her. She kept telling ileis'.tlf "the end was not far off." All the long hours of the night she r the •�wild dashing of 1 c tothe !, ted 11 tet • roverand waves, telling herself, over again, hew life had been a sad )ui - take from beginning io `u a "1 should not have married Ray - mind; I should have put his love fl"ont me, confessing all to him, and lived out my unhappy life as best I could, alone." Yet, try as bravely as she could to reason the matter out with her- self, she could not bring herself to repent of that brief, bright year that had been a glimpse of heaven -life to her hungry little heart. Was it worth the price she had paid for it? Quite unconsciously she thought of a quotation she had read in regard to folly and sin: " • • a monster of so frightful mien, As to be hated needs but to be seen; Ilut seer, too oft, familiar with his face, We bfirrascte.e"n dure, then pity, then em - At last the rated in f ithe dawn the blue grey helot e gray • y a of another day; and with the early mottling light came Pei Cy Fielding and Paul dotard. •'ITadn't you Letter put on your mask again?" suggested Fielding, "I escape ane this time. You fear Peeey Fielding, and you can not return to the home you have just left; so conte with inc and escape the ruin and dis- grace around you. If you persist in refusing, there may be worse things in store for you. What care I for Fielding's chagrin and anger when he discover, I have played him false, and carried off the prize? Your love will outweigh all things, Rosebud. What do yqu say? If you consent, we must bo off at once, We have no tittle to loses," She Sprung to her feet and stood facing him, her lovely blue eyes blare ing darkly, and her bosom heaving convulsively in bitter shame at the words he had dared speak to her. She rose and stood confronting him in all the dignity of outraged and in- sulted purity. Even in tfittt moment Paul IIoward could not help but notice what a peerlessly beautiful girl site was, with the scarlet flush staining her cheeks, and the lightning flash in the pansy - blue eyes.. "Leave Lne, you cowardly villain!" she cried, in the white heat of her just wrath. "I wonder that Heaven does not strike you dead at my feet for daring to insult an honorable girl with your ignoble love, I defy you! I spurn you as well as Percy Fielding—your companion in this outrage! There are other Women with fathers and brothers to protect them—why do you not search out them and leave inc In peace? Why must the weakest always be selected to bear all the torture? It is cruel —it is untnaitly for you to persecute a defenseless girl! Co back to bora Cray, I implore you. She loves you, and—I—I—hate you!" "Co hack to Dora Cray," he laugh- ed, contemptuously. "Do you think I shall take tip with calico when I can get silk? I have had a glorious revenge on her for helping you to es- cape from me. She is pining away because I left her dying of a broken heart. That is the way in this world. A person always appreciates best that which they can not get for the asking—especially in affairs of the heart." As a last resort, Rosebud had put Up her bands to her little, shell-like ears, shutting out all sound of his insolent voice. Be sate the action, and laughed sneeringly. "Oh, go, g'ol" she gasped, waving Witile fetus ]Toward maliciously pro 'tared sotto voce at the Window 41 1A ss'Nil,;. uetWi1 ltnl•li: "Whatever alight happen, she nm1ist be his; What signifies talking, &n'1J! 50 it is?" "What favor is it you ask?" cried Jtu e!,ud:, (ag.'rly pressing Ji'r hands over her tuutttltuotle;ly throbbing heart, as if to itol) its beating,. "Neel:e it?" "ShinPly write a note, rn:i sign it, Fielding, you Rosebud I G t n t ii€ e 1 1 1 stating0 l i„ 1ny wife, •with date and plat") as ttu where and when the ceremony was perfor:';,`d. Jt is only a whim of mine to t-'tWt this favor from you, merely ':,ecause you hate so persist- ently denied what•you know to be simply the truth," "Dever!" cried Itosebt•d, proudly. "I would sooner die! You might Lill 1111 tottule me in any way, and I would still ) efu; o yott! I ant not your wife!„ Yee•cy Fielding sprung to Itis feet rti:11 all the filly of a 'demon. "Your poet.) shall have a Mighty fell, illy flee, defiant lady! You will tee before many hours cause! I have rent fer the nutgit-t'at: echo per- formed the ceremony. 1 11111 expe• t- ing hint to a'ris'e. with ha; family, on the next trteitt. Then we Will e e cn Ray- mond' c'•e+co 1 d h n.r Feed for ltt.0 1 t , y anoncl I eerie, the 'prince of hocut•,' as they call him, to look into the evi- citn •e, and iie'icie this questic n as 's t"-t'd to h es e n 1t the •h' h of r to whi Pee' le 's lics.•bud. 1 ant perfectly willing to abide by his decision. '!'here can l•e bt t ono uitimat au." As he s',oee the agony of dts,lait', Wrote titter than death, had Sclt!:II over her features. Raymond Leslie, the; young hus- band whom :11J loved 80 madly, was to sit in judgment upon her actions. "How cook} Baleen be so creel to her? Was her folly so great that she .hould be so hardly tried?" she t.s':e:t bereelf. No words fell ft'ont herr pale 1il's. A statue could not h tt e been calmer or colder. She was seeming d s uo•ately re•'ik- lcss as ea h new 80! rule c 1111e upon NOTE the v 1 h •, 'ine: s in her CLOSE bee. Alt O, n a l le t• ! 4 Z utE h. t (heel a_ d •'7 ,l . .• t t 1 1 MES $ 11!•0 you it t,:o drys 1AT sent, you sle..:i , i"• 1I.V t.i.(1 ta:rant- mi- le': if you 1efust--well, yeti inure• yet, tare in my pews' and it wi 1 r: alit' nla.l0 no 11') 1.• lel dirk-cn e. i she 11 Pedes a 108111 to yon line, to look after yore' wants. if you attcrn;It to escape it will 1 e the weer° for a wt." "Can it 14' l'o.sii.ic 1 net de;n ic,e1 of my 111*s ty. 1 c 1d up It e a crim- inal in ill's wtty, in the y0 y he,1't of tt c}vili til r(alumnitc? 'she ye•y city woe lcl rite tip egg i•)•t you if any 1.130 1 n tt• of it!(111-.1 1 l gel ucl. in agony. Pear y 1 ::e1: ing laughs d sarc.t'•t i ally• "'There a'••' teeny things which h:tppem in tee heart of a big city whieh t'u' world is nine tee •t'i�er for," he retottai, snt'e!'in41v:f "'II ;re is a side of city lire uhich people never dream of. I leave you to your .. r. ,r }•e 1r • cam please •• reflections sant. Alt revolt', my (*banning Re so.. bud. T tryst aou v.1 1 twelve 100 ul0"t' e'r'a^Ions]\', and C0.18'11t. to 11'e favor I have s.) earnestly requested, when I entre again," he said; end, turning on his h el, and motioning ...III I • •u, tnnu.114,1 ue•unaru ,,1 i •7 ups! AVege table Preparation forAs - simitating tlteFecclancjlleguta- ting the Stomachs alai Dsa'tcels of Lt1 Promotes Digestion,ChecrMul- ness and Rest.Contains neither Opluni,Itlorptline rtor Ifiiueral. I'iOTNAZiCfa:IC. T»ape0PGrid L'r.i'.'%f• 4 7c;? l'aapt.rn J'ucd- /ix.Jrruicr • /.AX/ sae: - f.Rut Siva Pmermiut t t t tL6Y,A.2'Sa J •nn Juvl Atprii'.ct Remedy for COnsiar. n - h an, Sour Stoutach.Digrrhoea, c •t' G '- •v . t nS FC Crl. i. Ccn�t,.s C _ �Vorrn.., [ ;r,� e !CSS re:Loss or sLr.:::v. reeSitaile. Signature of ' J NEW YORK. Ii 6TRC Por Xuf p,e and Children, .�. [(end You Have Always Bought Bears o Signature of In Use For Over irty Years EXACT COPY OF WRAPPER, A THE Ct AU Fa CO Ie PRNY. NEW YONK CITY. es,Iet telt ,: t le f • r.e c i3 Tx01y! thought you were afraid of being recognized." "It will only frighten her ' into complying with your request more speedily. She will think, perhaps, that I tvaut to convey her bade to the asylum again," he mutant el, dry- ly. Rosebud never lifted her head from her hands when they " entered the roost. Percy Fielding crossed over to where she sat, and IIoward, with a )banned expleesion on his et ii: sinie- ter facet hens back on the threshold, repeating over duct over 'again to himself under his breath: "She wonders why Heaven does not strike me dead.. What a horrible. idea!" "Rosebud," said Percy Fielding, attempting to draw her hands down front her face, "1 have come to re- move you from .your Present urtcout- fortablo quarters." Stt14t she never raised her face. If she had, she would have noticed a meaning, glance pass bettyce:t tete two men that would have terrified her. "Do you wish so etude to go back to Raymond Leslie?" asked Fielding, frowning darkly at the t'de .of color which surged up to her fair face in a single instant, as she sprung to her feet, ga''ing at hien intently with a little, hushed cry on her white, quivering lips. "Do not torture me any more, or I ,lhatl die stere et your feet!" she burst out, wringing her little, white hands imploringly. "I could not bear it." "I have a proposition to make you," lie said; "Lied if you agree to it, you :hall go free—go where e•ott will." "Name it," she whispered, faintly. "If it is looney yott wish, I can fur- nish it on the spot." Then, lice the artless, innocent little unsuspe•ting creature that she was, she added: "I have a roll of back -notes and diamonds worth a small fortune about rnr.. I will gladly give you all if you will let me go back to Ray- lttonil,'' cnArT1m xXYV. nerd and worldly as his heart wail, it Was touclit)1 aS it had never been touched before with the pathos of the words that fell front her lips. "There is no use in attempting to force one to love a person whom. Ono (To be continued) WHAT A MOTHER SAYS. •••'h iii i •� • wt Page Acme Pctc,.itree Nettiengr Ab1rd conn t fly t h -o. as small hole a9 it s n Crawl fa• -. L.tet•Y Netting's made with smalllno:hc`atbotm and largo at to . No. 1a gauge wire top and bottom—no sag. Get !'ago fences and gates—they're best. The Page Wire Fence Ce., Limited, Walkcrviile, Ont. Mer-treal, P.Q., and St. John, 1 .B. 5 Dolled de -Peen. In•"Social Life Iu the Reign of Queen Anne" Swift writes to Stella, "Lord Alachtun made ale go home with slim to eat boiled oysters," and then he oblig- ingly adds the recipe: "Take oysters, wash them clean; that is, wash their shells clean; then put your oysters in an earthen pot, with their hollow side down; then put this pot. covered, into a great kettle of water and let it boil. Your oysters are then boiled in their own liquor and do not mix with wa- ter." Rapitael's «cane: , 3 n paint- ing el was ., 'bile Tea h8 engaged � P celebrated frescoes he was ris- his eG itecl by two churchmen, who began to criticise his work without understand- ing it. "The Apostle Paul has too red a face," saki one. "IIe blushes even in heaven to see wliat hands the church has fallen into," replied the indignant paintcre A Source of Revenue Stopped. "Ilow many quarters did you receive last Sunday night, Harrel" "Four." "I thought you bad levo sisterslt" "Yes'in, but 0130 14 elleaged."- "It gives me great pleasure to say iL gool word for Baby's Own Tablets. r At the age of two months my baby Was dret.L'Ul:y ccnetil,itted. EIe could not digest his food aucl screame:l in- cessantly. I was almost in despair, but since giving him the Tablets he has been well and is growing spoudidly." Such is the testimony of Mrs. S. Crain, 320 Bathurst Street, Torouto,and t11o115au'is of other mothers speak in a similar strain. Summer is here and mothers should take special pains to guard their little ones against illness. At this season in- fant mortality is at its greatest: Colic diarrhoea and summer complaints can be guarded against n.ud prevented by the use of Baby's Own Tablets, Keep a box in the house—they may save your • little one's life. Se1a1 by druzgists or may be had by nail, at 125 cents a box by, addressing The 1)r. Williams' tlle(licine Co., Brockville, Ont. her hand with a wild gesture toward has learned ' to detest, so, after the door, "Your insolence is unbear- wrestling bitterly with my passion- ate love all the night through, I have arrived •at the conclusion it Would be better to, trample it down, tend let you go where you Will, if you will grant nee the one favor I. able!" "Rave on, my pretty beauty!" he answered, tauntingly. "You will 11e obliged to go With I'ieldittg; he can compel you to. A man can claim hitt wife wherever he finds her. And An Early Norman Dinner. The Saxon dinner arrangements were orderly compared with those of the early Normans, When the halls and passages were frequently the scene of a free fight between tate servants bring- ing in the food and the crowds of hang- ers on endeavoring to snatch it from thew. This Lnuisance became at length so intolerable that ushers of the hall and kitchen were established/ by 'Mug William Rufus to protect not only the cooks bringing in the dinner, but the guests arriving to partake of it. L'pon the oceaSIon Of his great feast at West- minster 300 of these officers were 011 duty, some to guard the visitors as they.aseended the steps and others to defend the threatened dishes. Such was the uncivilized state of 'So- ciety at this period, but when later On the marauders disappeared from the great houses it became customary to carry in the dishes iia procession, some- times preceded by innate and headed by the steward with his wand of office. It was the duty of an "asseeni" or placer to arrange them upon the table; •this ewers and napkins with which to perform their ablutions were present- ed to the guests by the esquires and pages, while it fell to the lot of the al. 113411ek to Bay grace... A Great Feast. There has never been prepared at any feast a bigger bowl of punch than that which was brewed by the Right Hon. Edward Russell when he waft captain general and commander in chief of the forces in the -1lediterra- nean seas. It was made in a fountain in a garden in the middle of four walks, all covered overhead with 10111011 and orange trees. In every walk there was a table the whole length of in and on every table was n cold colla- tion. In the huge fountains were the following FourhogsheadsS peads hen ''+911 hogsheads of water, d of brandy, eight 25,000 lemons, twenty gallons of lime juice, 1,300 pounds of fine Lisbon sugar, five pounds of grated nutmegs, 300 toasted biscuits and a pipe °fears mountain Malaga. Over the fountain was placed a great canopy, while in the midst of this lake of liquor there sailed a little sailor boy wlto filled the cups and replenished the- glasses heglasses of alt those wlto had a desire to drink. More than 0,000 men put la an appearance at this feast,—Loudon Tit-BitS. -' DO_OLIC PULLMAN ti./1914. TrveIiers and Tourists Travelling•f rola. place t© place are subject to all kinds of Bowel Complaint on account of change of water, diet and temperature. Fowier's �Wl Ext. of Wil Strawberry is a sure cure for Diarrhea, Dysentery, Colic„ Pains in the Stomach Cramps, 1 Seasickness, Cholera, Cholera Morbus, Cholera Infantum, Summer.. Com- plaint, and all Fluxes of the Bowels in Children and Adults. Its effects are marvellous. It acts like a charm. Relief is almost instantaneous. Does not leave the Bowels in a constipated condition.