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_ We had fieeting. glimpses . of her _ w the trees, and it was not until she had covered more than baif the \ fistance that she came fully into view. ® ts were fastened at her beit. _ "How white they look!" said L. ‘‘The [ color scarcely shows ag all at this disâ€" _‘ ~#Of course she‘ll wesr them," said Lmey Ann. "Any girl would do that ~much." â€" . "Then come and behold‘my jJoy." . â€"Bhe consented with reluctance, and rowed out far enough iiito the lake ‘to command a view of the orchard. ?v. could see the lodge, but not disâ€" ’rw because of the abundance of ‘ follage. The girl was sitting on the Lfllpmh. but Jimmy was not visible. ‘He must bave done his errand and : w toward the house. , J ‘s arranging them now," said Lucy Ann. "Evidently I did not fix iflnln well enough to suit her." F I, without meaning § r but merely fesvent, "the I is that I am so atraid of that 1 can scarcely sit down on ground up there in the field, though I have been assured by everybody trom Jimmy Lamoine to the most truthful $ Mflx‘w are on the . there." X% . And pointed to the hill. > Ti maropgt roses in & onl a for the -u"x"mua-m gallons to Miss Witherspoon which there seBimed to be no immediate way of disâ€" charging. I tried to speak very kindly %h:bflyfl.m&.&n~ .. As we passed the orchard I observed that the girl had deserted her easel and tmbrelia, which were where we had qreviously scenâ€"them, she herself havâ€" Ing goue up to the lodge. This sugâ€" l‘=p the little boat go so fast that "Witherspoon cried out that the water would come in over the stern, L observed that her eyes were very with the excitemetit gnd that she sesmed to like it quite as well as the mwm which I bad been laboâ€" devising. Women are naturally #e deceitful that lying to them is like ‘:ilu the piano to Paderewski. Lucy though the most truthful of ber wes, could bave beaten me out of sight at savine the thing that ian‘t meest and so she took small plclsure in my inferior performance, but she really did like to see me row a boat. n’lp,ummmulmm sufficlent. haste 1 might learn what reception was accorded my gift We found Jimmy Lamwine at the landing, # id I was vyery glad to see him, for disliked the idea of asking Miss Witherspoon to take the roses. As for Jimmy, 4 rejoice to speak well of Whereupon I solemnly took from my coat pocket the largest and finest rose of all and put it into her hand. It was a great coup, carefully medifated. "I never thought you‘d remember it," saic Lucy Ann, staring at the rose. "T‘ll press it in the family Bible. The dictionary isn‘t good enough for it." him in any way, and it is the solid tru&b that he delighted to be serviceâ€" mble. I wrote a hbasty note on my card to this effect: To the keeper of the barbor light, from the poor sailor who struck the outer reef." Jimmy took the bouquet, and we watched him till he squeezed his slenâ€" der body through the hedge fence into the orchard. & "As for the pilot‘s fee"â€" sald Miss Witherspoon. "But that doesn‘t matâ€" ter." "Now," said I, "will you come out with me again just for a few minutes?" Bhe would have demurred, but I inâ€" sisted: _>"I don‘t want to be alone out there. If the girl doesn‘t wear my posies when she comes down through the ; rd again 1 shall be tempted to into the lake." Lmaey Ann did not reply. She ‘was Ciore whle D900 . At mst sb uo. ;‘.'fi.. her head owiy. und a ~little anmile played round her 45 while ber forebsad was frownâ€" They Are About Your Health. ~«*‘When your health goes the least bit wrong, a wirdiess : 1# sent to your brain. $ It says something like this : 1 * l2 ~~ * Yeu are not quite wellâ€"take a dose of Receive These Wireless Messages? P es rreiep. / ie + y view directly approaching us. Nepiurms Theyge ‘hot macd ‘at EiX ho ce **Tona Miear: 1 cxsistned. ~where y 1 should. she w "% © *There tew already at the up u--‘: e lake," maid she. " Â¥ ahe. 1 took up the cars and pulled toward the shore with the stroke of a tired Asherman who has been out in the rain all day. Lycy Ann sut in the sternp and tried to look sympathetic, but she m: When the boat touched the I did not immediately arise 1 leaned forward upon the oars. "Did.you see her toss anything in through the window?" I asked. ‘Yes," replied Lucy Ann in the bushâ€" ed vuice approj@#ixte to a delicate sub single soul." You‘fe a great girl," said I, extendâ€" img my hand to assist her to rise. "Don‘t say anmything about this foolâ€" ishness." "Oh, no!" said she. "I won‘t tell a She gained the shore with my assistâ€" ance and waited while I made the painter fast. "Might bave been a bean bag by the way she threw it, eb?" "I fastened it there," said she. ‘"It must be in the boat." But it wasn‘t Lucy Aunn expressed appropriate sorrow, but she did not enend much time looking for the rese. As we clfmbed the steep bafk Jimmy Lamoine suddenly appeared at the top of it. His face wore that gravely pleasâ€" ed look which was habitual with him and always slightly accentuated when he had performed a task, for Jimmy had the satisfaction of believing that whatever he did was better done than it could have been by another. ‘"Where were you this afternoon?"‘ asked Lucy Ann. ' "Out on the lake," answered the boy. "I went out with Mr. Derringer and Mr. Trask." "Where is your rose?" I asked, turn ing toward her. She put up her band hastily to ber throat. _ "What to do?" ‘‘Pond lilies," safd Jimmy laconically. Lucy Ann did not pursue the subject. I turned a glance of suspicion upon Jimmy, ,but it was obviously unjust. He might have juggled with my errand had 1 beenâ€"alone, but not when the commission had been accepted in the presence of Miss Witherspoon, whose schoolma‘am manner seemed to hold him in strict disbigline. Moreover, he was not in the least troubled by imy look. P At my door I found Derringer knockâ€" ing. K "I took ‘em up," said he. "She told me that she was much obliged." I removed my hat in acknowledgment of the lady‘s message, and then we walked silently up to the house. "Where were you after lunch?" he asked. ‘"Trask and I wanted you to go out on the lake. We got some pond lilles. Come up and I‘ll ashow you mine." %, "Are they all there?" I asked. "All?" he echoed.. "Why, of course. All that I got. Trask has some." "How about Jigmy?" "He didn‘t want any. What are you driving at?" ""Somebody‘s been sending lilies to the girl." â€" Derringer exhibited great surprise. ‘You don‘t mean it!"" he exclaimed. ! Considering the fate of my roses, it may seem strange that I shmo taken the paing to ascertain the siren‘s light was rekindléd upon the rocks. . I‘ decided not to do so. It was my intention to sit by my window and smoke black cigars in the dark. While enjoying the first of them it came tnto my mind that a fire on the shore should send up a glow visible from the house. Bo I be: gan to stare at the sky above the tops of the apple trees and to bold rapidly alternating opinions as to whether 1 could or could not see a light. ‘This was distracting. It seemed wiser, upon the whole, to go down to the lake and set the:â€"question at rest. 1 felt like a big schoolboy who has had his cars boked by his pretty teacher, m Tmc““ m”x 1 surprise should have m&u matter? zmm except Licy Ann, and bad ; . behaved: well about it . & ‘not btrike me as the Sort of gitl ‘who would :': the "I didn‘t particularly notice," said It couldn‘t be on her account that 1 CHAPTER X. A CLEW I= TH® pust. HERE was no fire on the sHore that evening. _ lm”dfilfl“‘ the boat, and the result was that J forâ€" got to Hang on to ber. â€" She sild off the boid beach and went skimming out over the lake with the force of the kmpetus that 1. had: uncensclousiv yiven, s0 i nag 10 go ou! im auvenes :tn‘a‘-nhcl. And after all trowble there wes no re on ‘the rocks. ¢ ballad in case ri should be sitting on theâ€"rocks.in the “gn.:ona. I fel 1s foolisb as one who k a tew minutes to a person \3*= â€" olnnadanas e bains uo Aitogether it was very strange. ‘The girl was nothing to me. Try a% I might, I could not think of ber as Sibyl, Neither could 1. regard her as a stran get.. It was beyond doubt the most peculiar puzsle that 1 had ever en countered.~ The mind is a slave to such a problem: it rivets the attention. If 1 had not known who the girl was I could have dismissed the subject, but I knew that I did know, and it seemed flntlm-urelywe:::unl. that 1 should wake. up morning The faithful three were there, snd they welcomed .me .cordlally to the :eca»s. 1 ney seemed to be engaged in extoiling the Witherspoon menage. "However," said Scovel, "there is There are a Jot of servants on this plce, and they all work hard, though Mrs. Witherspoon would discharge one of them who dared to look tired. She knows how to make a place restful Cast your eye on poor little Lucy Ann." I waited till 9 o‘ciock and then gave it ap, but uot before warbling a little and find it proceeding. audibly from my lips. Whenlnmnedtnmthodlhmhl. there were heavy clouds the sky, and 1 thought it might rain, but within a few mhiutes they rolled apart, and the night seemed to grow suddenly warm. 1 felt strangely uneasy and strolled out to the road to see whether the patrol wus on duty. "I wish 1 had Mrs. Witherspoon‘s executive ability," said Derringer. "This place runs on greased wheels. The machinery is so noiseless that it is bard to believe that there is any." "Why in thunder shouldn‘t she?"‘ deâ€" manded Derringer. ‘"The girl might have been born on Fifth avenue for all that I can see. But that doesn‘t aiter the fact that she works about 16 hours a day in this June woeather when she ought to be at play." I observed that Trask, who bad been sitting on the fence, got down. There was no reason why he shouldn‘t, if he felt like it, and yet I saw something worth noting in his manner. 8 ‘"Miss Witherspoon helps ber aunt," said be, "and you wouldn‘t wish her to do otherwise." spends most of her time there. and 1 wish she had something better to do." ‘‘There can‘t be anything better than housekeeping." said Trask. . "It is the work of the best women on earth, the women who keep the world wholesome enough to live in, the wives and mothâ€" "Not so bad as that," said Scovel. ‘‘Trask gnaws hber chains once in awhile. There was a Japanese artist who made a hundred views of one mountain, but that‘s nothing to the sketches that Trask has made of Miss Witherspoon." f "I would," said Derringer. "I‘d like to see her a thousand miles from that kitchen. In my opinion, it‘s a polite fiction that she doesn‘t do anything but make the cake. 1 observe that she I did not see any reason why Trask should be disturbed by this remark unâ€" less he had read Miss Witherspoon as 1 had and was beginning to be worrled. Knowing him even so little, I would have gone upon any sort :of bond that b6. had ‘never intentionally. safid one word to make the poor child care for hbim, and that it was all a misfortune, with no one to blame. Scovel‘s tone was a sufficient guarantee that he suspectâ€" ed nothing. It was mere good natured banter. ‘The whole gist of the situa tion lay in Trask‘s own thoughts. "Well, upon my word!" exclaimed Bcovel. ‘The misanthrope speaks up mobly. 1 didn‘t suppose you thought that the world was wholesome enough to live in." "I don‘t do anything to make it so," said Trask. "Neither do you, for that matter. But, as to Miss Witherspoon, she is not a drudge. Sbhe bas had a first rate education; she has associated with cultivated persons. Her position here is not in the slightest degree meâ€" nial. The people who come here, as you know, are of considerable social consequence, and Miss Witherspoon meets them upon a level of perfect equality." 5 The words were commonplace, but they ‘produced a considerable effect upon me. If a girl isn‘t beautiful or anywhere near it, yet a man of culti Â¥ated artistic approciation thinks that she is, what shall a third person conâ€" clude? (My own romance was sufâ€" clently complicated, but I began to sus pect that it was simple compared to Trask‘s. 1 was tempted to try bis a little further. > "Beauty to me," said 1, "is always a m«mche:.w -fi:blw.m defined for & hardiy have our own opinâ€" than we may quarrel "Thth tho distionary. â€" Mits Withorspoon indeed." 7 B him. 1 hegan to foresee and 1 would have an unâ€" passed in the gathering night a Hescant ocm width veet mering line along the midile Just where the main body of the fare, the Riitienct of Miitegs corpse S:&-r\u Penfold was found, in : beâ€" dragglen bravery ol . yellow brotade and pearlâ€"decked hair, floating on the tide, with her broken heart stilled for ever in . death,, a crouching figure, whether of man or woman they could mBot tell, stretched out appealing hands and arms across the water, and a cry xang outâ€"a y .of‘ human agonyâ€" ‘‘Francescaâ€" Francesca!‘" ‘The despairing cry silenced the gay chatterinb revellers in the boats and struck can awful fear into Dudley‘s mering line along the midule" i 4. centuece" dnkt m% a as wacl‘:tdld-nlmth comâ€" pany: with:â€"a few other boats, , gaily Tad" Tohiot MgbY stt soiey Ayoak ROL people of ‘both z-.ultrzp,m ‘‘Neâ€"no!" she cried, springing . up in the boat, almost as agitated as be. ‘‘It is impossible! Thero is no pathway along thereâ€"it is private property. What are you doing?" With that awful cry still ringing in his ears, Dudiey was making strenuâ€" ous efforts to4reach the spot whence it bad seemed to proceed. But the form he had @mly seen was gone, and, although he passed with. the punt closely. along the banks, calling his brotber‘s name, no answer was returned to him. "It was your t hoarsely to this m. ‘‘Thought we heard!" ‘‘Yesâ€"it was nothing real. It came from that awful rustling thing that haunts our house. It was here she was foundâ€"don‘t you remember?â€" floating in the stream on a winter morning Cold and Gead. Ah Mons Dieu, what is that?" ‘"I see nothing.‘" ‘‘Nothing! But I see!‘‘ she almost screamed, with a burst of hysterical laughter. ‘"There â€"thereâ€" close to our boatâ€"the white face floating! The saints protect me! Dudley, Dudâ€" leyâ€"save met" . ‘"Oh, Dudley,"" sobbed Francesca, as, with a face blancheG and distortâ€" ed by terror, she bent toward him, boat, and then had fallen, half swoonâ€" ing at his feet; but for the moment he had forgotten her. An icy terror held his heart fast and seemed to pgralyu his hands. For his eyes had followed hers, and there, floating upon the stream | just beyond his reach, with white angâ€" uished face and blind eyes staring up into the night, was the dead bouy of his brother. Before ‘the month of August was out it became cléear to every ont in Revelsworth House that when tbe property was divided the following midâ€"sunymer, it would pass to a married couple and not to a single man and woman. f Dudley‘s methods of wooing were singular. . He appeared to spendâ€"very little time in . Francesca‘s society, absenting himself constantly from Hampton Court, and returning by the last train in the emin‘h\ot by the earliest in the morning; but he never came back Acmpzdndul. Fbwe:‘. books, trinkets, Liberty scarves hangings, valuable china and ‘dainty curiosâ€"these and. similar gifts he showered: upon Francésca with lavish "I"cannot kiss you, my dear Franâ€" cesca, until I can forget how â€" much my brother Joved you," he said . to her one day when she half chided him :;: U 1 let. "xwhnm::: y ti my :b. Very soon, of course, we . shall ‘"for Heaven‘s sake, take me home! I cannot bear itâ€"the shock of that tu’the seream we thought we heard . Betty proceeded in low and trembâ€" ling tones to relate what had transâ€" oired during the past few months, referring to the letter received from France by© Mrs. Maragaret Revelsâ€" worth, an@ also the mysterious . apâ€" pearance of the hand in Victor‘s room on the day of his tragic death. Betty would not imply that Francesca was â€" directly connected with these unusual events but earâ€" aestly asked Dudley to investigate. Dudiey was inclined to disbelieve Betty‘s story, but promised to inve* tigate as she requested. After haw ing spent over ‘an hour at the Path the two"~ returned home unpercéived by any in the household. "Ah," that fatai word ‘married‘t" Francésca cried," restlessly breaking away from him . . ‘Marriage must al« ways be to my . mind the grave of tove! And why, Dudley dear, in spite of mydtq-M warnings, will . you speak ut martiage before my â€" mother mo the servants? % M‘ , béfore that boy Joâ€" "What does it matter who hears," ;'.’;'-.5. ‘you . agret .gAfi.a_Hz "Mrs. Harold," interrupted Dudley, ‘‘What about her?" Of endearing expressions and caresâ€" ses he was strangely chary. <â€"_ Francesca had sprung erect in the me!" he him * K. , lt â€" by .:::‘ntd'- locks whispered have »~spent so. many| â€"hours in town lately ," DM, â€"with a . quiet "And thenâ€"then at last," she criâ€" ed, throwing her arms round _ his neck and â€"saising her lovely, face _ to his, ‘"‘we shall be alonetogether and 1 shall be yoursâ€"since you will not let me arrange it in any other way. mhe . spose tlm!?y, and â€" scarcely ventured to gaze at him as she askâ€" ed the question. It * was the first time they had found themselves alone together in the eighteen days which had elapsed since Victor‘s funeral. But now * he had returned home, and after that journey to Paris he must take up the threads of life at Hampton Court againâ€"must face the woman whose dangerous beauty had worked such havoc in his brother‘s mind, and‘ mpst meet and strive to comfort little Bettyâ€"Betty who had nerved herself to tend the dead with gentle reverent hands, and whose piâ€" tying...lips had been the last to touch Victor‘s iceâ€"cold brow. He found himsell wishing, in his présent state of nervous prostration, that he could have had Betty with him to impart the : dreadful news to Victot‘s mother. Betty was so tactâ€" ful and so kind. She always . knew what .to say and what to ~leave unâ€" said. She was so like the little moâ€" ther, and the two would â€" be such ftiends. Thinking thus, he Balf abâ€" sently stcoopetl to pick upâ€" and â€" open the folded.â€"note, and, to his surâ€" prise, he found it was from Betty herself! . ‘Dear Dudley," it beganâ€""I féel sure you will be going to France to tell the terrible news to his moâ€" ther. You cannot write it. But beâ€" fore you go I. must see you alone, and not in this house‘‘â€"(the words were â€" heavily underlined)â€""I â€" have very much to say to you things it will »grieve me ‘terribly to tell and you to hear.. But they must be told, and told at onte. I am going now to lock myâ€"roomâ€"door ‘and ~ slip gut at the back of mlhaumtom Palace gardeny. There 1 w walk up and down Queen Mary‘s Walk unâ€" til you come. I pray to Heaven ou will not: fail me, for I have a M responsihility upon _ ‘The ‘ conténts‘ of this / note filled Chgtay and ol mystoey which 1t brea the "l‘.* utterd 3 , e &4 ~upon. .. m en o. ~w33,.~ o t ‘,;«.7 l C mhncercthad “{" d thi yradiing sine @F\ . tha " infunction ‘‘Yes," Dudley said slowly, while a light shone in his eyesâ€"‘"you will be mine . indeed.‘‘ In the first days of September Dbdley announced his intentions . of paying his longâ€"deferred visit to his stepâ€"mother.~ FHe had already comâ€" municated the news of his brotheQ death by letter to Doctor Gilles; who had broken It to his wife. ‘"‘She has taken it very badly," two sat alone together at breakiast, that particular occasion, ‘"and I must see her. I have also other business Francesca having overslept herself on Dudley explained to Betty as _ the to see to in France.‘" re "I hope the change will do â€"you good!"" said Betty. *"You look wotn and tired. Do you think the late hours you ‘have been keeping lately agree with vou)" It was from Francesca, ie instantâ€" ly decided, with a momentary feeling of irritationâ€" Francesca, whom â€" he had scarcely seen or spoken to since his brother‘s death. He had purposely avoided her, taking his infrequent meals at the home of Doctor Verâ€" non, who, seeing and pitying the young man‘s silent agony, had inâ€" sisted ‘tpon taking him home with him, Mrs. Vernon being absent . at the seaside. / He tet himself into the house and passed upâ€"stairs to his room. Lockâ€" ing the door, he sought some relief for his feelings by pacing restlessly up and down, and, while so engaged, his attention was attracted by â€" a slight sound on ‘the other side of the door, and he perceived a folded note being inserted beneath it. f ‘These are symptoms of kidhey derangement. â€"They are cured when the kidneys are induced to work properiy. BugJu disordered kidueys, It restores these organs to kealthy,action. A single trial will convince. Buâ€"Ju is sold by all Swelling of Pain in Joints or Hips, Chills, Backache t4 NEW YORA, N. Y.. ANG Budléy, â€" on his> part, ‘was little more accessible In his grie( than Betâ€" . Betty Mannington, for all her tenâ€" der heart, when she learned the dread ful news on herretiurn home, showed none of the effusive griet which charâ€" acterized Francesca and mechanically produce@ froms het pocket the missing key of the young man‘s rooms. No téar fell from her eyes when, half.an hour later, the maid Susan, sobbing led her into the darkened chamber where Victor‘s body lay in the masâ€" sive curtained bed he basd beek wout to: occupy. rrne-c“:v there â€" alâ€" m’9 knolin( M- & most dignified fl'lnde :fie’ with her goides head lowered, and cladjin | black | draperies. She rose ‘on j entrance and came towards her, s shining in her eyes. . <~ “!"Iluo, don‘t speak~to me or 'o&r n.::"uuo?u "A zan‘t beat 1t 17 was bit RELIRE of courte, that "Sad Fatality at Molesey‘" â€"that was what the newspapers called â€" it; and ‘"Found Drowned" was the verâ€" dict at the inquest which was of neâ€" cessity held on Victor Revelsworth‘s body . . Out of respect for the family, 7the proceedings â€"were brief and . formal, Doctor Vernon‘s evidence amply proâ€" ved the weak statesof ‘health anc nerves of his late pati¢nt; no one had seen him leave the house, and it was surmised that, in a feverish and lightâ€"headed condition, he hadwandâ€" ered to the water‘s edge, and, slipâ€" ?lnc in, had heen drowned. us‘ Francesca‘s " girct â€" was _ absolutely ftantic . in its fitrst demonstrations. When she and Dudiey discovered Vicâ€" tot‘s body, she had hersell helped to lift it into the punt, and, after vainâ€" ly trying. to chafe the cold hands back to warmth and life, she <had cast herself in an abandonment ~of grief â€" upon the . corpse; and, while Dudley stared down at her in teariess despair, she had adroitly contrived to extract .from the dead man‘s breastâ€" pocket its contents, including a foldâ€" ‘"No, noâ€"it is something worse, something real! I am so afraid of being missed ‘from the house‘"â€"â€" 5l;nci‘xarnervously from one end _ to the 0 of the arched walk as she spokeâ€"‘"andâ€" there is so little time. One thing you must know first. That dreadful old woman upâ€"stairsâ€"*" éd note and a tiny jewelled bonbonâ€" niere. . These last she retained, doubtâ€" less in ceverent memory :of the dead. ..u.T.‘.’a»mu.:.‘." o toof of interlaced branches, beneath which traditions tells that James Stuart‘s royal Gaughter wandered up and down in the long absences . of her soldierâ€"husband, offered at least a protection from the drizzling rain, and at the other end of the long green archway, as he entergd it, Dudley beheld the little girlish form . of which he had come in search. Very pale and sad and startled‘ Betty looked as she approached him. Tears were shining.in solt hazel eyes, and there was lofihhg infinâ€" itely pathetic to the big broadâ€"shoulâ€" dered young man in thc_grl’s small hite, wiktful face in childish ’sgnro in deep monn#. He drew her hand .tenderly within his arm and laid his own upon it. ‘‘Tell me, dear," he said gently ‘what is it that troubles you?" ] ‘‘Dudley,‘" Betty began,in an agiâ€" tated voice, "I ‘can‘t bear what I am going to do it! It seems mean and treacherous of _ me. But all last night I dreamed of Mrs. Revelsâ€" worth. It seemed to me that she stood at: the foot of my bed and said to me, "Betty you must tell the truth!‘"‘ I would have spoken beâ€" fore, â€" had they not declared at the inquest sthat Victor was drowned. But since then, only last night, something else happened which made me certain you ought to be told." â€"‘‘Told! Told what? Betty, ~ is it something about my brother Victer? something about my brother Victor? ‘‘My poor child, you are trembling. Is it those ghost fears upsetting you a 5 l’fl?"’ & ‘‘Yes. Dudley there is something wrong, Some dreadful mystery conâ€" nected with Revelsworth House. I cannot understand it yet, and I am almost afraid to try," y CHAPTER XXV maturgt of course, that r% should have ol Betty‘s sensitive ht mhiy seloce the odd reâ€" mmtc\fl- $ . tw "if" TF : at : ‘The streaks of silver in bis murl'-ni-m“‘:g Waterloo, Will visi© iqg' mmnmm Thursday and of each 1 p.m. to Friday 1 p.â€" m. OD â€"___. MISQELLANEOUS HN L. WIDEMAXNX Ju:.._p...o-...“-:‘:.'.'.l‘&f' s ind M&-ihn,-u wil a der ake contracts for printing and paver hang ng in Town and Country, Firstâ€"slnss work #uarantood. Charge#"reasonable. Apply & residence, ocrner of Queen and Princcss At», "It he hadn‘t met that wo he would be alive now," he told :’l.l:‘lll ‘Vernon says he must have been half dying when he fell into the river,.or, being so good a â€" swimmer, be would n-umfm 'x." saved himself. ng dying! was ‘out, : letting woman he loved make 10%8 to me! I cannot forgive myself op hor!" . ;. After the m«u.-\&:‘fl'fl August afterioon,. with alâ€" ready ilrlfl. when Revelsâ€" worth . vallt was reopened so that es s aun y x ,n:‘m m\lh:. if he had baried his youth with his frankness and bigh spitits, and his tender devation toâ€"his motherâ€" and himselt:~ Remembering him as he usâ€" ed to be, Dudiey felt for the moment that he.absolutely hated Francesca lor having come between: them, ::: for having excited so passionate so disastrous a love and:longing it Victot‘s beart. u& 1 p.m. to Friday 1 p.. m. OD NJ miniest sdenouie® of test Wfve . iyat wl w Te4L" Cnmnnwmu Painter and Panar Has mt g{,‘lflm u= C000 Lo opPpany louks Licentinte of Mege W. R.Wilkinson, L.D.$., D.D.8 ler and Stuebing‘s grocery. 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