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The Wingham Times, 1905-03-16, Page 7.. ' �4J.4'iraa..iudwr,.lr�':,f i.1.w . - _ "wIM:,-4i..Yi•� Th- Yell oily CHAPTER T, HE did not put the sacramental phrase on ber cards, as no invitations were sent out. These were delivered verbally by boarders desirous of seeing their friends present on Friday evening. It was really a -scratch party of no- bodies, and they assembled as usual in the drawing room on this especial evening to play and not to work. Mr's. Taine laid aside her eternal knitting; Miss Bull dispensed with her game of "patience;" Mr. Granger sang his one song of the early 'Victorian epoch— sometimes twine when singers were scarce—and ,Mr. Harmer wore his an. By FERGUS HUME, Author of "The Mystery of a Hansom Cab,' Etc. /f opt Cor.yright, ]£03, by G. W. Dillingham Company tiquated dress suit. In her black silk gown, her lace cap and "the diamonds" Mrs. Jersey looked—so they assured her—quite the lady. Was she a lady? No ono ever asked • that leading question, as it would have provoked an untruth or a most unpleas- ant reply. She admitted in expansive moments to having seen "better days,'" but what her actual past had been— and from ber looks she bad one—none ever discovered. Few friends presented themselves :on this particular 'Friday evening, for it was extremely foggy, and none of them could afford a cab. Even those #who patronized the nearest bus line had some distance to walk before they knocked at the Jersey door, and thus ran a chance of losing their way. Either in light or darkness the house was hard to find, for it occupied the corner of a particularly private square far removed from the Oxford street traffic. rt was quite an asylum for old age. None of the guests was under fifty, Leave a newcomer who had arrived the ,previous week, and they wondered why he came among them. He was young, though plain looking, and lie was lash- ' tenably dressed, though stout. This was the first time he had been present at madame's reception, and he was ex- plaining his reasons for coming to Bloomsbury. Mrs• Jersey introduced him as "Leonard Train, the distin- guished novelist," although he had pub- lished only one book at his own cost, and even that production was unknown to the boarders. rs , "Fashionable novelists," said he in a •Estill, small voice which contrasted cu- riously with bis massive proportions, "have overdone th e business 0fsociety and epigrams. We must revert to the Dickens style. I have therefore taken up my residence here for a brief period to study old world types." Here be looked around with a beaming smile. "I am glad to find so rich a field to glean." This doubtful compliment provoked weak smiles. The boarders did not wish to be rude, but they felt it was impossible to approve of the young man. Not being sufficiently modern to court notoriety, one and all disliked the idea of being "put in a book." Mrs. Plaine, conscious of her weak grammar, looked uneasily at Miss Bull, who smiled grimly and then glared at Train. Granger drew himself up and pulled his gray mustache—he was the buck • of the establishment—and Harmer nodded, saying, "Well, well!" his usual remark when he did not understand what was going on. Only Mrs. Jersey spoke. Train had taken a sitting room as well as a bedroom, therefore he must be rich, and as he had not hag- gled over terms it was necessary that he should be flattered. Mrs. Jersey saw ti chance of making money out of him. "How delightful," she said in her motherly manner. "I hope you will say nice things about us, Mr. Train." "I shall tell the truth, madame. The truth does not flatter." Mrs. Jersey became still more moth- • erly and paid a compliment. "That de- pends, Mr. Train. If the truth were spoken about you, for instance." It was really n very nice compli- ment, but Miss Bull, with matte° afore- thought, spoilts' it in the utterance by laughing pointedly. Train, who had . already set his face for a smile, grew red, and madame darted a look at Miss Bull quite cut of keeping with tier motherly manner. More than this, she spoke her mind. "I hope, Mr, Train, that you will speak the whole truth of some Of us." Mise Ball shrugged her tbin fihoulders and in direct contradiction to the tradi- tions of the evening produced her pack • of cards, To abstain on Friday evenings always annoyed her. and since madame had been rude Miss Bull seized the op- Steamily p- Stea cnity to show her indifference and enjoy by doing so her favorite pas- time. She was a small, thin, dry old maid, with a pallid face and bright black eyes. Her mouth was hard and smiled treacherously. No one liked her save Margery, the niece of Mrs. Jersey. But Margery, was sui•posed to be queer, so her approval Of :Hiss Bull mattered little. "Perhars Mr. Granger will oblige us with a song," sugfiestcdi madame, • smoothing her face, but still inwardly furious. Mr. Granger, who had been welting for this moment, was only too happy. Ile knew bat one song and had sung it dozens of times in that very roolIl. It rvn5 natural to suppose that he knew it by heart. All tho snrne he produced his music and read the words as he r sang. Margery played his xCcome • paniment without looking at the notes. She was as familiar with them as she was with the moment when Mr. Granger's voice would crack. This night he cracked as usual, apologized as usual, and bis hearers accepted the apology as usual, so it was all very, pleasant. "If Mrs. Taine will play us the 'Canary Bird Quadrilles,' " Mrs, Jer- sey hastily intervened. "bow pleased we shall be." Mrs. Taine obliged, and madame, un- der cover of the music, talked with Train. "Yon mustn't mind the guests," she said; "they are old and require to be humored." "It's most amusing, madame. I shall stop here three weeks to piek up types." "Oh, you must stay Ionger than that," said madame, smiling and pat- ting his hand, still in a motherly way. "Now that you have found us out, we cannot lose you. By the way"—here Mrs. Jersey's eyes became very search- ing—"how did you find us out?" "It was a friend of mine, madame. He knew that I wanted to get into the Dickens world and suggested this house." "Do I know the gentleman?" asked madame, who seemed anxious. "I don't think so. But be is coming to see me tonight" "You must ask him in here and in- troduce him. I should like to thank him for having recommended my house." "We were going to have a conversa- tion in my room," said Train dubiously. "He's such a shy fellow that I don't think he'll come in." "Ob, but he must. I love young peo- ple. Will your friend remain over- night?" "Ile will if be comes at all," replied Leonard, looking at his watch; "but if the fog is very thick I don't know if he'll turn up. It is now 9 o'clock." "We usually disperse at 11," said madame, "but on this night I must break up at 10, as I have"—she hesi- tated—'"I have business to de." "I won't trouble you, madame," said Traip. "My friend and I can bate sup- per in my room." "That's just it," said madame, and her voice became rather bard. "I beg, Mr. Train, that you and your friend Will not sit up late." "Why not? We both wish to smoke and taint." "You can do that in the daytime, Mr. Train. But my house is most respect- able, and I hope you will be in bed bre fore 11." Leonard would have protested, as he objected to this sort of maternal gov- ernment, but Mrs. Jersey rustled away and he was left to make the best of "I am glad to find so rich a ,acid." It. Before he could collect his wits a message came that he was wanted. "By Jove, it's George," he said and hurried out of the room. Mrs. Jersey overheard the none. "I seppose his friend • is called George," she thought, and frowned. Her recollections of that name were not pleasant. However, she thought no more about the matter, but sailed across to Miss Bull. "The music doesn't please you, Miss Bull," she said in rather an acid tone. ° "It's very nice," replied the old maid, dealing the cards, "but I have beard it before." "You may not have the chance 'of hearing it again," said madame. "It's a world of change," replied Miss Bull in her sharp voice. "Margery, was that a heart?" Margery pointed a fat finger to the card in question, and Miss Bull mut- tered something about her eyesight getting worse. Madame knew that this Was just done to annoy her, as Miss Bull's sight was excellent. To revenge herself she took Margery away. "Go and tell the servants to send. up the negus and sandwiches," she said sharply. Margery rose heavily. She was a huge girt twenty years of age and apparently Very stupid. Why sharp little Miss Bull, whet loved no one, had taken to her i o One knew, but the two Were inidepareble. Seeing this, rnada'me *dually kept Margery b&rd at work In THE WING IAM TIPS MARC'IT i 6, iii05 Was in Dread of Heart Disease put by enriching' the bleed and building• up the system with Dr, Chase's Nerve food the symptoms wore entirety overcome. Many who are going through life in constant horror of heart disease can take new courage in the fact that by supplying the heart with a suffi- ciency of rich red blood by the use of Dr. Chase's Nerve Food they can restore thenormalaction of the heart and overcome the distressing symptoms. Ma, JOHN J. DONOVAN, 177 St. Etienaot Street, Montreal, Que., states :—" I was all run down in health, was very nervous and suff. erect a lot with a pain in the region of my heart which caused me to have queer feelings come over me. The reputation which Dr. Chase's Nerve Food has as a system builder and nerve restorative led uta to begin a treatment with this preparation and ' I can report excellent re - MR. DONOVAN sults. My nerves are now strong and steady, the pains in my side have Left me and I feel better in every way. I do not hesitate to recommend Dr. Chase's Nerve Toad in the highest terms." To protect you against imitations the portrait and signature of Dr. A. W. Chase, the famous receipt book author, are on every box of his remedies. other quarters so as to part her from the old maid. But with the cunning o1 an animal—and Margery was very much of that type—the girl managed to see a great deal of her one friend. 1 Madame had an idea of the reason for this, but at the present moment did not think it necessary to interfere. She was quite capable of crushing Miss Bull when the need arose. Meantime she vented her temper by sending Mar- gery away. The girl departed with a scowl and an angry look at her aunt, but Miss Bull never raised her eyes, though she was well aware of what was going on. Madame was not to be beaten. "I tell you what, dear Miss Bull," she said, smiling graciously, "since you have broken through our rule and have produced the cards, you shall tell all our fortunes." "Yours?" asked Miss Bull, Iooking up for the first time. Madame shook her head. "I know mine, Tell Mr, Granger's." "I am at Miss Bull's service," said the polite old gentleman, bowing. Miss Bull swept the cards into a heap. "I'm quite willing," she said in a voice almost pleasant for her. "Any- thing to oblige dear madame." Mrs. Jersey smiled still more gra- ciously and sailed away to send Mr. Harmer to the cards. But she wondered inwardly why Miss Bull had given way so suddenly. There was some reason for it, as Miss Bull never did anything without a reason. But Mrs. Jersey kept her own counsel and stili continued to smile. She had quite made up her mind how to act. "Ladies and gentlemen," she said, standing in the middle of the drawing room, "we must disperse tonight at 10. I have some business to attend to, so I request you will all retire at that hour. In the meantime ;,Liss Bull has kindly consented to tell your fortunes." Madame then retired to ber throne and saw that tine servants arranged the tray properly. She had a gigantic chair, which was jokingly called her throne, and here she received stran- gers in quite a majestic way. Mrs. Jersey was not bad looping. She had a fresh colored face, bright black eyes and plenty of white hair like spun silk. Iler figure was stout, but she yet re- tained a certain comeliness which showed that she must have been a handsome woman in her youth. Her manners were motherly, but she show- ed a stern face toward Margery and did not treat the girl so kindly as she might have done.. As a rule, she had great self command, but sometimes • gave way to paroxysms of passion which were really terrifying. But Mar- gery alone had been witness of these, and Mrs. Jersey passed for a dear, gen- tle old lady. 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NTMI tnitn Co., ZrMIT*D, TORONTO, Orli'. • A. moment later Train entered, and after Vat calve a tags young man, fair Haired and stalwart. II0 was hand- some, but seemed to befit at ease and Veiled his yellow mustache nervously ,as Train led him to the throne, "'This is my friend," said Leonard, presenting him. "Ile just managed to get here, for the fog is so thick"— Here he was interrupted. tet 1. "Madame, " cried Mrs, Taine, "what is the mat- ter? air. Harmer, the water—wine— quick." There was aced of it. Mrs. Jersey had fallen back on the throne with a white face and twitching lips, She appeared as though about to faint, but, restraining herself with a powerful ef- fort,' she waved her hand to intimate that she heeded noticing. At the same time ber eyes were fastened not so much on the face of the stranger as on a pieee of yellow holly he wore in his coat. "I am perfectly well," said Mrs. Jersey. "'.Lis is only one of my turn:. I am glad to see you, Mr."—, "Brendon," said the stranger, who seemed astonished at this reception. "George Brendon," interpolated Train, who was alive with curiosity. "Have you seen him before, madame?" Mrs. Jersey laughed artificially. "Certainly not," she replied calnlly, "and yours Is not a face I should for- get, Mr. Brendon." She uttered the name with a certain amount of hesitation, as though she was not sure it was the right one. George nodded. "My name is Brendon," hesaid,rather unnecessarily, and Mrs. Jersey nodded. In her most gracious manner. "I bid you welcome, sir. Any friend of Mr. Train's is also my friend. If there is anything to amuse you here?" She waved her hand. "We are simple people—fortune telling, a little music and the company of my guests. Mrs. Taine, Mr. Harmer!" She introduced them, but every now and then her eyes were on the yellow holly. Bren- don remarked it. "You are noticing my flower, .Mrs, Jersey," he said. "It is rather rare." "Most extraordinary," replied Mrs. Jersey coolly. "I Lave seen holly with red berries before, but this yellow"— "There was a great bush of it in my father's garden," said Mr. Harmer, "but I have not seen any for years." "Perhaps you would like it, Mrs. Jer- sey," said Brendon, taking it from his coat. She hastily wavl;d her hand. "No, vol I am too old for flowers. Keep it, Mr. Brendon. It suits better with your youth," she looked at his face keenly. "I have seen a face like yours before." Brendon laughed. "I am of a com- monplace type, I fear," he said. "No; not so very common. Fair hair and dark eyes do not usually go to- getltefr. Perhaps I have met your father?" "Perhaps," replied George phleg- matically. hleamatically. "Or your mother?" persisted Mrs. Jersey. "I dare say!" Then he turned the conversation "What W at a delightful old house you have here!" Mrs. Jersey bit her lip on finding her inquiries thus baffled, but, taking her cue. expanded on the subject ofthe house. "It was a fashionable mansion in the time of the Georges," she said. "Some of the ceilings are wonderfully painted, and there are all kinds of queer rooms and cupboards and cor- ners in it. Will you have some negus, port wine negus, Mr. Brendon?" She was evidently talking at random, and offered Trim a glass of negus with a trembling hand. Brendon, evidently more and more astonished at her man- ner, drank ort the wine. Ile made few remarks, beteg a man who spoke little in general company. Train had long ago gone to hear Miss Bull tell for- tunes, and from the laughter it was evident that his future was being prophesied. "No, no," cried Train, "I shall never marry. A literary man should keep himself away from the fascinations of female society" "Do you agree with that, Mr. Bren- don?" asked Mrs. Jersey curiously. He shook his head and laughed. "I am not a hermit, Mrs, Jersey." "Then :Hiss Bull must prophesy about your marriage. Come!" At first Brendon was unwilling to go,• but after some persuasion he sub- mitted to be led to the table. Miss Bull was quite willing to do what was asked of her, and spread out the cards. 1 "1. otr will meet vies a violent death." Brendon waited beside Mrs, Jersey With it most indifferent air. She was far more anxious to hear the fortune than he was. "Pott are In trouble," announced Mho tall in a sepnlehral tone, "and the trouble will grow worse. But in the end all will be well. She w.lil aid you to get free and will bestow ber hand os you." ?J1I11I1111111Ii1E111U1g11IIIIIllill.111111111-►,% ISr ar r Little ,Boy Had Eczema For Six Months. Salves and Ointments No Good. Es.'ezema is one of the most torturing C of the many itching akin diseases, and r also themost prevalent, especially in = children. The cause is bad blood, aided = by inactive skin, inflammation, *Sc. It = manifests itself in small, rcuudpireples = ow ,� formhcru-ts ori scales. The skin hkae and Eitching, burning and stinging sensation, ,r. To get rid of Bourns, it is necessary to have the blood pure, and for this pur- pose nothing can equal .. r LI Burdock Blood Bitters. Mrs. Florence Bonn, Marlbank, Ont., S writes :—" My little boy had eczema for l: C six months. I tried ointments and salves, but they healed for only a short W Fr: time, when it would break out worse r than ever. I then decided to give = p Burdock Blood Bitters a trial. I only t , gave him two bottles, and it is now two = months since, and there is no signof a return, I feel sure that as a blood r ood regulator, nothing can egltal it. I can- Q — not say, too much for what it has done = for u;!' C Tan T. Mrr zrnx Co., LnaTED, Toronto, Ont. WEI IE1i611uEBIUlflUPUtilllllilllilllllllllli� "She?" asked Brendon, Iooking puz- Med. Miss Bull did not raise her eyes. "The lady you are thinking of." Brendon was rather taken aback, but seeing Mi.S. Jersey's curious look he crushed dowu his emotion. "At my age we ere always thinking of ladies," he said, ltuigl:big. Trail touched his arm. "It is"— he began, but Brendon frowned, and Leon- ard was tiuicl: enough to take the hint. Mies Buil went on telling the fortune. There were the usual dark and fair People, the widow, tate journey, the money and all the rest of the general events and happenings which are usu- ally foretold. But there was always trouble, trouble, and again trouble. "But you will come out right in the end," said -Miss Bull. "Keep a brave heart." • "I ata sure Mr. Brendon will do that" said madame graciously, While George bowed to the compli- ment Miss Bull again shuffled the cards and fastened. her keen black eyes on madame. "Will you have your fortune told?" she asked coldly. "OL, certainly," said Mrs. Jersey in a most gushing manner; "anything to amuse. But my fortune has been told so often and has never come true— neves." And she sighed in an effective manner. -hiss Bull continued her mystic count- ing. She told madame a lot of things about the house which were known to most present. -Mrs. Jersey laughed and sneered. Suddenly Miss Bull turned up a black Bard. "You will meet with a violent death," she said, and every one shuddered. CHAPTER II. I F Miss Bull wished to make ak e madame uncomfortable she cer- tainly succeeded. From being Voluble, Mrs. Jersey became si- lent, the fresh color died out of her face and her lips moved nervously. Twice did she make an effort to over- come her emotion, but each time failed. Afterward she took a seat by the fire and stared into the flames with an anx- ious look, as though she saw therein a fulfillment of the dismal prophecy. Her depression communicated itself to the rest of the company, and shortly, before 10 the friends took their de- parture. The idea of being alone seem- ed to cheer Mrs. Jersey, and she ac- companied her departing guests to the front door. It was a comparatively thick fog, yet not so bad but that the visitors might hope to reach their homes. For some time Mrs. Jersey stood in the door- way at the top of the steps and shook hands with those who were going. The boarders, who were old and chilly, were too wise to venture outside on such a dreary night, so Mrs. Jersey had the doorstep tilt to herself. "If you lose your way," she called out to the visitors, "emu° hack. You can tell the house by the red light." She pointed to the fenl!ght of crimson glass behind which gas was burning. "I will keep that alight for nuttier hour." The voices of thanks came hack muf- fled by the fog, but Leonard and George waited to hear no more. They walked upstairs to Train's sitting room, which was on the first floor. The win - O UT FD ADVERTISING Orders for the to;croon of advertisements such ns teachers wanted, bnshtess chances, 1 mechanics wanted, articles for sale, or in fact any kind of an advt. in any of the Toronto or other city pavers, may be left at the Triton 1 office. This work will receive ppro/tipt attention end will save peonio the trouble at remitting for and forwarding advertisements, Lowest rate; will be quoted on anolteatton. Leave or send your next work of .his kind to the TIMES OFFICE. '4Vi1naisant. s T PAYS TO DVEi IN THE TIE 0 wheABSOLUTE dewr iaokrd out cois a bby trees, grew a few scrubby trees, so, that the prospect toils not cheering. But ort this night the fatted eriaison curtains were drawn, the fire was iigliteti,•and a round table in the middle of the a:rarttuent was spread for sup- per, On one side a door lett to Leon- ard's bedroom; on the other side was the room wherein George was to sleep. As the firelight played on the old fash- ioned furniture and on the mellow colors of curtains and carpet Leonard rubbed his hands. "It is rather quaint," be said cheerfully, and lighted the lamp. "Not such a palace as yeur diggings Little, ' in Duke street," said Brendon, stretch- iii t le, Pills. ills.. ing his long legs on the chintz covered sofa, "One roust suffer in the cause of art," sand Train, putting the shade on the lamp, "I am picking up excellent types here. What do you think?" "There's plenty of material," growled Brendon, getting out Lis pipe. "Don't smoke yet, George," inter- posed Train, glancing at the clock. "We must have supper first. After that we env smoke till 11 and then we must go t0 bed." "You keep early hours here, Leon- ard." "I don't. ,airs. Jersey asked me par- ticularly to be in bed at 11." "Why?" Brendon started and looked hard at his friend. "I don't know, but she did." "Is it an understood thing that you retire at that hour?" Train shoot: his (lead and drew in Lis chair. "By no means. I have sat up till 2 before now. But on this night Mrs. Jersey wants the house to be con- sidered respectable and therefore asked me to retire early. Perhaps it's on ac- count of you, old man," Isere he smiled in an amused manner. "She hopes to get you as a boarder." "I wouldn't come here for the world," retorted Brendon with quite unneces- sary violence. "Why not? Ilave some tongue?" "Thanks," responded George, passing itis plate. "Because I don't like the house, and I don't care for Mrs. Jer- sey." "Why did you advise me to come here, theft?" asked Train, pouring out a glass of claret. "Well, you wanted something in the style of Dickens, and this was the only place I knee." "How (11t1 you know about it?" George deliberated for a moment and then fastened his eyes on his plate. "I lived here once," he said in a low voice. ,Bt you didn't like Mrs. Jersey." "She was not here then." "Who was here?" "My grandfather on the mother's side. That's fifteen years ago." Leonard looked at the handsome, moody face of his friend musingly. "I never knew you had a grandfather," he said at last. "Do you know anything at ail about me?" asked Brendon. "No; nowcome I co a to think int. of it,I don't. I Met you three years ago at Mrs. Ward's House, and we have been friends ever since." "Acquaintances, rather, Men are not friends until they become con- fidential with one another. Well, Train"—George pushed back his chair and wiped his mouth—"tonight I in= tend to turn you from a mere ac- quaintance into a friend." "I shall be delighted," said Train, rather bewildered. "'Won't you have more supper?" Brendon shook his head, lighted his pipe and again stretched himself on the sofa. Train, being curious to know what he had to say, was on the point of joining him, but he was yet hun- gry, so could not bring himself to leave the table. Train's parents were dead and Lad left hint an income of £5,000 a year. Not being very strongminded, and being more than a trifle conceited as to Lis literary abilities, his mouey speedily attracted round him a num- ber of needy hangers on, who flattered him to the top of his bent. Poor Leonard thought that all wom- en were angels and all men good fel- lows with a harmless tendency to bor- row. Ile was called a fool by those he fed, but none could call him a rogue. It was simplicity which inspired Brendon with a pitying friendship, and Brendon had done much to save him from the harpies who preyed on this innocent- In several cases he had opened Train's eyes at the cost of quarreling with those who lost by the opening, but George was well able to hold his own, and none could say that he benefited pecuniarily by the trust and confidence which Leonard reposed in him. To avert all suspicion of this sort be had refused to become Train's secretary and companion at an excellent salary. Now that Train came to think of it. Brendon was rather a mysterious per- son. IIe lived by writing articles for the papers, and was always well lressed. lits- rooms were in I1ensluge. ton, and 1:e seemed to know litany pace' pre whom he diel not cultivate. Train would have given his ears to enter the houses at .which P,rendon was n wel- come guest, but for the most part George preferred to live alone with his pipe and his books. Iie was writing it novel and hoped to make a success- ful carter as a literary man, but as Ito ryas barely thirty years of age and had been settled only five years in London Ills scheme of life was rather inn embyro. Ire appeared to have some secret trouble, but what it was Train never knew, as Brendon was n particu- larly teticent ratan. Why he should pro- pose to be frank on this especial night Leonard could not understand. After supper he put the question to him. "Ton can depend upon ane, George. Anything you tell me wiil never be repented." trcndon nodded kis thiinks. 'also." SECURITY. Genuine Carter's • • Must Bear Signatures of See Pcc-S mne Wrapper Beam. Tory small end as early �+ to�ttalc t� sugar. Fca �r Sri : tan DIZZINESS. ITTLE FOR BILIOUSNESS. v�'.p FON TORPID LIVEN. pgIL� FON CONSTIPATION. FOA SALLOW SKIN. FOR TIIE COMPLEXION ¢iS:Yt7,.PIsvc uqe, sf CitAs tPurely gegetabreDle.S-eo Via+ . CURE SICK HEADACHE. he continued, "I wish you to lend me `•.A' thousand if you will." "Three hundred will be sufficient I'll repay you when I came into my ,r°Petty' Train opened his eyes. "Are you cont - Ing -into money?" he asked. "That I can't say. It all depends.. Do you know why I suggested dila house to , tat, Leonard?" he asked sud- denly. "To help mein my literary work." • "That was ane reason, certainly, but I had another and more selfish one, connected"—George sat up to finish the seutenee--"connected with Mrs. Jer- sey." Le said quietly - This remark was so unexpected that Leonard canard did not know what to say for a moment "7 .thought you did not know Ler," Le gasped out. "Nor do I." "Does she know you?" "Not as Uearge Brendon, or as I am now." "What do you mean?" Train was more puzzled than ever. "It is a long story. I don't know that I can tell you the whole." Train looked annoyed. "Trust ese"— •'All in all or not at all," finished Brendon. "Quite so." He paused and drew bard at Lis pipe. ''Since I want money I must trust you." "Is it only for that reason that you consider me worthy of your contl- denee?" asked Leonard, much mord- fl eri. George leaded forward and patted him on the knee. "No, old map. I wish you to help nae also." "In what way?" "With Dorothy Ward," replied George. looking closely at his pipe. "Was she in your mind tonight when that old maid was telling the cards?" asked Tran, sitting up with a look of interest. Brendon rodded. "But I do not wish you to ineution Ler name. That was why"— "I know. I was foolish. Well, she's • a pretty girl, and as good as she la pretty. "Which Is marvelous," said Brendon, "considering the fashionable mother she bas." Train smiled. :'.airs. Ward is certain- ly a leader of fashion." -And as heartless as any woman I know," observed Brendon. He glanced affectionately at the yellow holly. "Dorothy gave me this tonight" "Did you see her before you came here S" "Yrs. I went to afternoon ten. Wo" --Breeden exc.mined his pipe again— ,. a uudt rstc.ud one another;' he said. Leonard sprang to his feet. "My dear chap, I congratulate you." "•TLauke, hut it's too early for con- gratulation as yet. Mrs. Ward wants I her daughter to make a good marriage. 1 George Brendon will not be the bus - band of her choice, but Lord Derrina ton:" "hoes sl'e want her daughter to mar- ry arry that tld thing" :To be continued.) o•SIC00c0000eeee•0•1110•00 • CONSTIPATION. • • • • Although generally described as 1 e a disease, can never exist unless • • some of the organs are deranged, • • which is generally found to be the • liver. It consists of an inability to • regularly'evacuttte the bowels, and • as•a regit,ar action of the bowels is p• absolutely essential to general • health, the least irregularity should • never be neglected, • MILBURN'S•• • • LARA-LIVER PILLS have no equal for relieving and curing Constipation, Biliousness, it Water Brash, Heartburn, and all • Liver Troubles. • Mr. A. B. Bates, Vancouver, B.C., a writes :--For some years past I was • troubled with chronic constipation and bilione headaches. I tried nearly everything, but Only got temporary relief. 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