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When Exposed to Air tea loses its strength and flavor. ER EE A H66% for that reason is never sold in bulk. Your grocer sells this delicious blend. Try SALADA. BY ANNIB Love Gives Itself THE STORY OF A BLOOD FEUD "Love gives itself and is not bought."--Longfollow La Tw 2 8. SWAN, CHAPTER XXVIL-- (Cont'd.) "They've been wrapped in cotton- wooi--all of them," observed Fordyce airily. "And some of it wants strip- ping off. I hear Margaret Tenterden and Madox are going to make a match of it. Some think they are married already." "You may take it from me that that isn't true," said Jean, with consider- able emphasis. "She might do worse for herself, and what chance has Rankine? She's a peerless creature, and I hear on every side that her reserve maddens the men who meet her. She can haye her pick, you bet; and, personally, it wouldn't surprise me if she never left America except on a pleasure jaunt." Jean smiled a small inscrutable smile, which slightly nettied Fordyce. "Now what does that mean? Tell me exactly." "It might mean that you would keep her in America," admitted Jean. She was surprised to see his face redden. "I! Oh, no, thank you! I've never spoken 'to the woman; and though I think she's a ciinking good actress, she isn't the sort to appeal to me." "Well, she can't marry you or any- body, for she's married to Rankine," said Jean on the impulse of the mo- ment. "Please don't tell anybody, for I believe I'm the only person in the: world who knows it. Miss Rankine doesn't, and why I told you, goodness knows! You will keep it secret-- won't you?" "Sure thing," said Fardvce, with me ried for my money, caring for somebody else. I had a rotten time, and I lost grip, and let myself go. That's the head and front of my of- fence. I hated and loathed myself ail the time, and never had a moment's happiness or peace. I've puiled up stakes in that particular country, and I'm looking--metaphorically speaking for a better one. When I saw you that day at the Dormer House, I knew that you were in it, and could show me the way! I want a home, Jean Dempster; a kind, good woman to care about me, and keep me in the way I should go; and if it please the God I've served so ill, little children about my knees, who can thank God for their mother! That's my case, and if it appeals to you, why then, say the word and I'll do by best. 1 don't promise miracles, but I'll run straight, Jean, and do what one man can to make you happy." If it appeals! "Oh, God!" said Jean Dempster under her breath. What would she not give to be able to take him at his word ?--nay, to lay her head on his breast there and then, and go forth into the light of happiness and home! She rose too, trembling very much, and still as white as death. "You--you don't know--there is an obstacle! I'm not--I"m not all you think me. I too have had a dark page in my life. I did wrong--but I was wronged. Will you go away now-- yes, now! this moment! And to-mor- row morning you'll receive the whole story! Thon thon _-- FI rtd » pretty afternoon frock ef old rose! veivet, was entertaining a small and| select party of friends at tea in the drawing-room of the little flat at Queen Anne's Gate, which was now possible to the combined means of Claud and herself. Claud, as private secretary to a Cabinet Minister, may be said to have embarked upon his political career. He was extraordinarily clever, and possessed certain qualities, other than purely intellectual ones, which com- mended him specially to a man in high power who required tact, dis- cretion, and, above all, foresight in the helper at his elbow. Claud possessed the diplomatic sense, and he was both successful and happy in his work. Certainly his re- muneration was far from princely, but his advancement in the world of politics was merely a matter of time. Already he was becoming favorably known as a speaker, and had acquit- ted himself well on certain emergency occasions when he had had to take another man's place on short notice. Judy and he shared a home. Stair was still let, and a year had elapsed ' Soaks dirt out { i i ¢ Rinso is the only soap 'Dissolves complet -« Rinses thoroughly R-45 you need on Washday since the American tour. In that year nothing had been heard of Alan, sti Ieper and both Judy and Claud had arrived at the conclusion that he was dead. Not so Carlotta. She had ceased talking about it, but Judy was quite well aware that she still clung to her belief in his safety. The silence was bitter and inexplicable, but her faith still held on. Judy loved her for it, though in secret she wept and like- wise marvelled at the fealty that had stood fast through temptations such as come in the way of few women. She still lived the austere, almost clois- tered life with her parents in Bruns- wick Square, spending little, working hard, perfecting her art and, appar- ently, living for that alone. From one triumph to another she had gone, and Judy knew that she had made im- mense sums of money, and that she was husbanding it carefully, though for what purpose she had not an idea. She was expecting Carlotta that afternoon, but the time passed and she did not come. The ladies dropped away one by one. They were chiefly political ladies, and the topic of con- versation had been a certain crisis that had arisen in public life, and in which Judy herself was intensely in- terested. The Government was going out, and it was, of course, a problem what would become of Claud in the next ad- ministration. About a quarter to six he came in and only two ladies re- mained. He chatted gaily to them for a few minutes. Claud had developed into a very self-possessed, capable sort of young man, never at a loss in any circum- stances. He had none of Alan's diffi- dence. Judy =often compared them in her mind and wondered that they could be brothers. "Thank goodness they're gone!" he said when the door closed on the last of them. "Did any, of them give the show = 22 ho lee with n touch "rT I suppose I would. Well, you'll be able to marry Cicely now, Claud." "Yes, I'll take her to Dublin. But you'il come too, Judy." Judy had no answer ready, but seemed to find something interesting rand absorbing in the light from a somewhat stormy sunset, coming through the gable window, which gave character to that queer little London drawing-room. Once more she was to be laid upon the shelf, or to find herself the super- fluous woman, the cdd unit in a house- hold of three. A strange, swift wave of rebellion rose up within, threaten- ing to engulf her. "There is no use talking about it now, Claud," she answered in a voice which enly a tremendous effort kept perfectly steady. "It will be time enough when other things are ar- ranged." "Time for details. But the big fact has to be settled, old girl, here and now. I wont marry at all unless you'll fall in." "And what about Cicely?" asked | Judy, whose acquaintance with her future sister-in-law was of the slight- est, though she had no fault to find with her. "Cicely is of the same mind abso- lutely. We've often talked about it. There could be no other arrangement so long as things are as they are with us, and there's always Stair: To be continued.) Non-Stop Lives. There are twenty-four hours in a day, and the ideal division recommend- ed is--eight hours' work, eight hours sleep, and eight hours' play. That sounds all right, but, even if it were the established rule, would it not APE SUI EYL DTOWS OF Shey 4 after a moment he leaned forward a| little and looked her quite squarely in the face. "Say, have you an idea why I've come here to-night?" "None--and 1 don't remember ever, having . asked you," she answered frankly. "You never have, though I've wait-' ed, hoping you would. Well, I'll tell you--I want you to marry me." f Jean grew as pale as death. Why? Because her heart gave such a leap: that she knew just what had happen-' ed. She loved this man and had not: known it until the moment when, look- ing into her eyes, his ewn quite earn- est with feeling, he put the moment- ous question which meant weal or woe to a woman's heart. | "I--to marry you!" she stammer-| ed. "But why?" - "For the usual reason--because I want you," he answered steadily. He rose just then and took a step nearer to where she sat, with her head drop-' ped on her hands. | "Look here, dear woman. I'm not going to embroider the facts or make! use of a dictionary. You know a good deal about me, I know--some things that are true and some that aren't.! I haven't played the game in some, directions, but I could, perhaps, clear! myself if I set out to do it. I hadn't a chance with the woman who mar- benefit as well ' . as pleasure. Healthful exercise for the teeth and a spur to digestion. A long. lasting refreshment, soothing to exves and stomach. The World Famous by hands, full of £ flavor, § ISSUE No. 36--'25. 4 hen |" If he were disappointed he made no sign, but took up his hat quietly, without seeming to protest or ask for explanations which he saw she could not give. He went out and Jean was left alone. - She sat till near midnight writing, pouring out her heart on the page; then tore it up and began writ- ing again, this time stating only the bare facts of the story that had sent her an exile from her home. Then, on the stroke of midnight, she stole out into the quiet street and dropped the letter into the pillar-box with a prayer. She had no sleep that night, and it was a heavy-eyed and pathetic wo- man who dragged her tired limbs up Broadway next morning to the Dor- mer House. None would ever know how strongly Jean Dempster haa been tempted to keep silence! Had it only been Harry Fordyce's money that tempted her, she might have done so, and trusted to luck to see her through. But she cared for the man. Some- thing in his honest nature appealed to hers mightily, and the idea of building up, of helping to reconstruct a life that had been in ruins, was a work after her own heart. But she had acted fairly and squarely by him; keeping back no- thing, glossing nothing over. Nor did she hide from him in one brief sentence at the last, wrung from the | depths of her womanly heart, that she cared. And now she had to wait--wait, probably, as the women at the Holland House were waiting, in silence! She thought as she went mechanic- aily through the morning's mail, what power men had in their hands, how they could wreck-- and did wreck--the peace of women's lives, yet how dear and necessary they were to the whole scheme of things, how empty every woman's heart where some image did not dwell. She was thinking this when the door of her room opened about eleven of the morning, and he came in. "I got your letter, and I've just one question to ask," he said. She rose, trembling, and whispered, "What?" "Was that true at the end--that you wouid come to me if I hadn't a penny in the world?" "Yes! Oh, yes!" she cried, and next moment was enfolded to his heart. So the future of mother and Mamie and the little house at Hunter's Quay was assured. Just for once in a grey, prosaic world, a woman's dream came true. CHAPTER XXVIII. THE CRISIS. Judith Rankine, attired in a very Tro he--fas of heine a 'han-cton? | day? If we weren't sleeping we would be working or "playing," and the lat- ter, while it covers and includes all forms of recreation from the very mild to the extremely strenuous, does not provide for a "stop." It might be argued that lying in a hammock and reclining on a garden gea are 'stops.' In one sense yes, in another--the real- sense--no. There is a great difference between "resting" of the boyish slang Which he reserved for home an intimate occasions. "What show?" asked Judy. "They're all talking about the General Elec- tion, of course--and Carlotta didn't come." "Didn't she? I know why. She was in the House this afternoon, and Lord Clitheroe took her to tea.' "Oh!" said Judy, with a little snap. "She promised to come here. He's always following her about--isn't he?" "Pretty well, and we couldn't blame !and "stopping!" her--could we, Judy ?--if she listened | What you want to do occasionally to him, for, after all, there isn't much | is to stop and think of yourself. That's hope, is there, now? I think she has called introspection--looking into your- been lolly good fo)% rus ay a 2s | self to see how you are getting on men- she has been, wi e kind of life : 3 : 2 she leads, and the men who would | 121%: morally, and. spirally, marry her if she would give them the All of 15 can recall the names of chance. financiers who have crashed and ulti- "She says Alan is alive still, Claud, | mately found themselves behind prison Even when I tell her we've given up | Walls. Perhaps, if they had stopped hope she just looks away with far- and taken stock of their inner selves, seeing eyes as if she dreamed dreams | they might have seen their own moral Possible Cause. "I don't know what's wrong with me--I'm dizzy." 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The only is doubtless a great help, but to see Sha GA wl eta ourselves as we really are is of still greater importance. that we'll see him again." : hm "I wish I had their assurance," said | L0at's why we ought to "st'op." The "non-stop" life of work, sleep, pleasure Claud, his kind, clever face shadow- ! [ : ing, while the eyes behind the glasses |recreation-- the filling of every hour | grew suspiciously dim. "Well, I've| with this, that, or the other interest, great news for you. They've given |is the wrong sort of life. me the Dublin appointment, and In the biographies of many of our enter on my duties next month." great men, it is extraordinary how of-| "Oh!" said Judy with a gasp. "How | ten it is revealed that they "stopped!" | perfectly splendid! How much sal- Lord Kitchener "stopped" ary?" take stock of himself. So did Glad-! "Twelve hundred. The only fly in| gione. the ointment is that T shall be mus | "wi, shout yourself? You cannot > : 2 3 + | know how you--the real you--are get- | Crown is supposed to have no poli- HEIN, 10 Pon dant Wend reat) stop to look at yourself. If all is well, ! ties." "Never mind. r Litics ; ; a Never ging Whos Sore -podu you go on content; .if something is! wrong, you put it right. anyway?" inquired Judy in high scorn. "Just a game people play! When I was listening to all these women grumbling this afternoon I couldn't help wondering that the country is so well off as it is under the present legislation." "But yeu kept a civil tengue in your head, Judy?" inquired Claud, much amu. ed, as he helped rimself liberaily to the last remnant of the teacake. "Oh yes. I quickly enough learn- ed that the person who can hold her tongue gets all the information she wants. But they're sorry, every one of them, to go out of office. Won't you miss it frightfully?" "Oh yes. I shan't like office rou- tine, but I can't afford to chuck it. 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