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". Quintard‘s own dogcart had been Bent, and into it Chapman stepped teen minutes later, being driven u r to Quintard‘s house. â€".. But the doctor come during ) time :of vni'.ln:.z:nd was dressâ€" Â¥ng his ankle, so that Chapman was 4nto the reception room to the pleasure of the medical .\ He stopped short as the portiores behind him, an expression of pain contracting his feaâ€" h ~He was about to retire, when #. queenly, figure emerged from the "4 "Do you mean to cut me because "Of my action"toward your friend?" ‘Whe asked reproachfully "Did you . mot tell, me that I was doing right? you no word of congratulation offer fae upon my freedom ?* t*" Was! there aâ€"hysterical sob supâ€" _ pressed in her voice, or was it his â€"@ancy 2 ~He tried hard to take his L P ,.(fl‘ e t Weart under his control, but it was m too madly. 7 N 4 "You forget that what brings you %;b death to me," he answered wesrily; . "No, Duchess, I did not mesn to cut you, but I feared that I Bad sinned beyond your forgiveness. E hope you are happy!" ~*I shall be," she replied, smiling Im "I wonder‘that you can care. Wonder that you do not despise me m as the author of ‘The Exile‘ imust. â€"I should like to hear yot say bace cagain that you do not. I _ The Emergency Helper ‘ah hour? â€"I want to see you oma! very â€"special, and Ined myankle, so that it be impossible for me to zo to _ Do not ‘réfuse,‘ old man, but wat once and help me out of a ded : predicament. Â¥ours, in friendship, . | .. "DONALD GUINTARD." . hm amusement Chapman ember I shall have you for al now.~ He is in pain Of course must â€"go, butâ€"ask him ‘not to in you long this time, will you nd leave you today?" e must not be selfish, dear. 1. _He was always so kind to You must go to him at once, at; Mr. Quintard!" exclaimed sympathtically. "How sorry ___~ Beaufort Park Meig tm Cc â€" B MR h t mag SA oX : Chapman:. Can you spare ‘Crack 1" the machine partâ€"right in the middie i?dkhtbofnmumthcwz.uh %&:anm orders ial ‘You‘ll get it this afternoon by Rural Mail," San you beat it for service? t 4 P quickly extended her BY WENONA GILMAN v of should like to hear you say that you. forgive me for I have. done." There was wistfulness in the tone, even under the brilliant smile, that he trembled like.a@.child. beâ€" neath it. He knew that the right thing to do would be to flee from the temptation that was upon him, yet how could ‘he? ‘ "Wh do you ask my forgive ness ?" he _ cried . passionately. "What is my pain to you? You are cruel! Do you know â€"what you are dbing? You are making me false to all the better resolutions of a man‘s nature." "You mean faithfuiness to your friend ?" F. 8. ROVUTLEY, thought she saw a little difficulty arising, one of which she had never dreamed. Would Chapman, through & false consideration for his friend, ruin all their chances for happiness? From every expression of his face, every tome of his voice, she knew that he loved her: but would he ever tell her so? She trembled like a frightened child under the possible negative. "It is so much better that I should not tell you what I mean, Duchess," he answered wearlly. "What ditâ€" ference can it make? I cannot re main here wibh you. â€" Will you tcil them that I could not wait, but that I will come again when Quintard is ready to receive me ?" She drew back from him coldly. Inu‘htlly, all the prl(o of her naâ€" ture that she had believed to be dead in arms at once. "I â€"will tell the servant," she reâ€" plied frigily. â€" He was â€"glat‘of the Change in her manner, glad of sher ‘coldness, and unwilling to risk himself further he Started for the door. But the weakness of mortal rature overtook him as he realized that he was about to leave her presence forâ€" ever, and he turned to her again. "Will youâ€"let me say goodâ€"by?" he asked in a voice rendered alâ€" most inaudible from â€"his attempt to steady it. "I am going away toâ€"morâ€" row. It may be an eternal fareâ€" well." He was looking directly at her, and through the mist that swept beâ€" fore his éyes, he saw how deadly white she had grown. He saw her stagger. Thereâ€" was nothing by which she could catch Berself, and w 5o speeie 4t adl.s [ 385 59ls A low cry fell from . torgot his newly mad: his own happiness, forgot everything upon‘ earth save thit he held her to his breast. He drew her closer; ngmm‘nqumwmm "Is it true?" he whispered madly. "Can ‘it be that you.love me, Ducâ€" the "I love you," she. whispered, a glow. of perfect joy overspreading not go how, will you?" â€" His arm fell from her as though whconsciousness had overtaken him. He lifted his hand, and seemed‘ enâ€" deavoring to rip loose the collar that bound his throat. ‘The ‘suffering of the inferno was pictured upon his "Hush!" she cried laying her hand across his lips. "Let me show you how little that other love was comâ€" pared with this. , I have discovered that life was only made for love. 1 know that there is nothing without itâ€"nothing! I do not care what you have been. , I know what you II'Q,‘ and I love ‘ou If the whole world came to me, and called you scounâ€" drel, I should still sayâ€"I love you! You see now that that could not. have been love. Can y&uflarfinnd the change that has e into my life, when I can put aside my pride like this \nd say to you what I have? Can yourunderstand how yod rule my soul when I can so far forget the reticence that belongs to my sex and speak to you like this? Tell me ‘thlt you do not despise me for "But listen!" he gasped hoarsely. You loathed that other because he deceived you. 1 have done worse it. ‘Tell me that I have not unsexed myself to wine alone your conâ€" tempt ?" ‘"Wait," he whispered, with her countenance shut out from him. "I have told you that I have deceived you. . Let me teach you to abhor where you have already loathed me. Iâ€"I wasâ€"married an hour ago toâ€"" There was no need that he should lc:?hte his sentence. He had nt to tell het who he was, but he should have been compelled to tell it to deaf ears, for shs was lyâ€" ing there at his feet, white and still as death. A low, agonized groan fell from his lips, then he covered his ghastly The Meeting: in lho.mood Forest ‘"You will not take me away soon, will you, Edwin? In the Sherwood Forest, where I fancy I can hear the voice of Robin Hood, I seem t find eternal delight. . I cannot ses the waste and change z which you speak, but I can hear the swift purâ€" ling of the crystalline broon, 1 can feel the coolness of the sweet, limâ€" pid springs and beautiful sheets of water. I can imagine the wild ducks and heron upon their reflecting surâ€" face. And then there are Birkland ; and Bilhaghe! Was there every any place so filled with the beauty, the romance, the poesy of life as Birkâ€" land? It is continually a repetition of the old sweet songs of nature, that while gray with age thrill the hearts of youth from unique coI-“ trast. Even the heather and fern that spring beneath the trees uut‘ might count a thousand years, have a character of the past and tell their tales. . I know how you are athirst for change, Edwin, but tell me, dear, that I may remain for one little month at least!" The lovely, girlish figure, clothed in a dainty gown of soft, embrojdarâ€" ed mull, stood behind the chair upord which Edwin Chapman sat, the pretâ€" ty, rounded arms wound about his neck, the cheek, soft and faintly tainted _ as .an infant‘s, resting against his own. Bweet and fair and ‘happy she apâ€" appeared, yet as ome gazed into his haggard face, his shadowed, almost lusterless eyes, one wondered, with a breath of pity, how it could be possible. Yet as.he spoke, the won The transparent realism of most passionate lovg could not have formâ€" ed a‘stromger picture of gentioness in the voice that #ounded in the tones of ‘his as he answered hev, But there wat no in his muw’:mm.- j lwvm-uh'm-’nlqu the desth that Iurked in ‘his eyest while he called her "Ange!" he wak inoking: beyond her into the | long, wlowless, hopeless wasts of the tuâ€" ture, wondering if*there would over this is the horror of perdicâ€" CHAPTER XVIH. noe. , ‘You w derly WM Why did yuu not speak of it before;‘ Angelt~ 1 hope y o en i ee ioi ns uP witilee of it!. Let me see! . Why, 1| don‘t think a balloon could cover ground much more rapidly that we have. It is ‘really iaughable. We have ‘seen all over Russia, and> Prussia and Gerimmany, and Ireland, and, ob, it is too absurd to think of! And here we are im England, in the heart‘ of Sherwagd forest! 1 declareâ€"you Aeâ€" sérve a medal, Bebe. ‘There is not another woman in Christendom that would have honored a man as, you have done me! 1 shall repay you for it by remaining here just as long as ever you desire! You saall see how patient‘I shall become. 1 tell you what we will do, dear. We 1eft oft on the ‘ tenth â€" chapter . of "Longing" ‘something like 6 months ago, did we not? Suppose we tike it up today and finish it before we leavre Mansfied ?" ° "How delightful!"â€"exclaimed Bebe, clasping her small ‘hands togosher beneath his chin. ~"And I may really help you upon it?" + "Do not you always help me, Anâ€" gel, upon everything? I sometimes wonder what the critics would think, of me as a pluhyht 1( they knew how much of my books yow write for me d ‘"How absurd you ase!" ..« "It is true, just theâ€"same. Come, Angel! ‘let us go out for a walk. These . rooms. >are > insufferably stuffy." ____ s ; na oa * He smothered a sigh.that srose to his lips, as he had learned so well how to do, kissed her, and :arose. He brought her a light wrap, which he fastened with the tenderâ€" mness of a lover, about her, and led her away. E i5 he ; Down under the Shamble Oak they went, whereon Robim Hood hung his slaughtered..deer;; and sat upon the gray mossy mound beâ€" neath it, above which the. gnarled old oak spread its strangely. colored, bare arms as though to protect it from the ages of tempest that had passed over. 1 "Why not write out here in the open air, Edwin?" she asked, as though suddenly aware of possessing anâ€" inspiration. "You do. not like the room. Would this not give you a greater field for thought than cooped up there?" j He pressed her hand and arose to o her bidding. * "Dear Edwin!" she murmured as the crushing of the dead leaves told her that he was gome. "I worider if Heaven has made me sufficiently grateful for the great good that has come into my life? He is so patient, so tender, so true! And he never loved any one but me, after all! I thimk I should have crawled away somewhere and died if that had proven otherwise. I am selfish. I know, but I could notâ€"I could not share his love with any ote upon this earth." i "You are right, as you always are. Suppose:I go for the beginning of the story, and we read it now in orâ€" der to freshen memory?" ‘"‘Do; it will be delightful! 1 will wait here until you return." A sweot, tremulous m!la played about her mouth." Her Bands were clasped about her knee, her face turned in â€"the direction he had taken, as though listening for his return. Surrourtied as she was by the old gray thi7 spoke ‘of deathâ€"the old ald tram |awninat which she leaned old tree ‘against which she leaned laid bare. from summit to root and covered with;gray lichens, even the heather and fern that formed the geatly as lis. re| > now that I think And as she sat so, & man emerged from z& denge clump of trees near by. He carried with him a sketchâ€" book, and as he glanced about him, evidently im séarch of something to ignite the, flame of genius, his 6ys fell upon that picture. . _ s Along ‘breath that was aimost a sigh escaped him. An expression of such admfration as he had rarmy known sprang into his ‘eyes,. and, with an impulse answered as quickâ€" ly as concelved, he advanced, lifting his hat with a grace and refinement that at once edtablished his ‘claim to good bresding. ~© s & bed at Her feet seeming scathed and blance : of color, the only â€"tdfich . of the springâ€"like forgetâ€"meâ€"not. under the ‘cold sKy of life‘s winter, made a rare picture that neithér artist. nor misantrope could ‘gaze : uponâ€" unâ€" ‘"Will you pardon a traveller who has lost his way, and direct me to Clipstone Park?" he asked, after having announced his presence .by a gentle cough. "I find that, even in a placeâ€"so old and so little deserving the name as Sherwood Forest, oh¢ cannot always do without a‘ gulde." little: trace of their misfortune were turned upon him,â€"a pleasant smile curved the corners of the dimp‘e| "Clipstone Park"is east," she ‘an swered her tone low: and musical. "If you keep to the Righway 1 don‘t think you will Have any difficulty in finding it." *â€" C â€" ‘"‘But highways are usually the most~ circultous of all routes," re turned the young man, with the too apparent object of prolonging the conversation. "One can mever tell why it should be, but it is. Can you tell me if thereâ€"is a decent hotel in Mansfield? ‘1 must apologize for so rudely interrupting: your. reverie, but where mortality is as scarce as in Sherwood Forest one has to take advantage of anm oppotunity. May I ask if you sre not an American?" Bebe smiled, aâ€"ray like that from the morning sun seeming to light her face. 20 * "Did you know it by the nasal drawl that the English laugh at us so much about?" she asked, admitâ€" ting the fact in her question. ‘To make use of the vuigar old simile, it is queer how the pot accuses the kettle, 16"it not? If I am not misâ€" taken, you are a transâ€"atlantic citi zen Also." un « "I confess with delight that I am! Even an unknown resident of that dear old soll is like a lifelong friend in this seemingly remote land. May 1 not presume upon our kinship "I have met so ‘few Americans since I have been abroad that it is a source of postive pleasure to me, as I am sure it will be to my husâ€" band !." ‘‘Your husband!" stammered the strolling !ruu. s 4 "Yes, I am waiting for him now." "I m»mz you will pardon my through our mutual Uncle Sam and introduce myself?" ' thought you were little more than & child. 1t sounds véry rude as I say it, but I assure you ~that nothing could be further from my thoughts. 1 suppose, then, that 1.shall â€" have to walit and present my . card to your Rusband." s w :\ A > "If you please, though since. the sequaintance . has been . begun through me I don‘t ses what differâ€" ence it could miake.:. We f&re thoroughly : democratic, my husband and myself.‘ He is Edwin Chap "Not the Rdwin Chapman so well mumwmmu« of his remarkable novels ?" "I am indeed fortunate! Will you allow ma‘to my card ?" mmm'mm-u wmhmh'hkm_h pertectly well: by reputation, and it : oldâ€"she, the.only semâ€" * Manifeatirere and Marketors of friperic! Polesine Motor Oils and â€" * tead‘it for me! > Perhaps you have itot obsérved me sufficiently to soe that T am blind:" _ . 48 sand pardons!‘ I have been 4ookin> straight at you for the last ton mla wtes, and had not the remotest idea Of "such .a: thing. Jâ€"I am afraid 1 have been very awkward andâ€"â€"â€" "I agh ‘not ‘the slightest . degsee sensitive about‘it, and I beg j=u will give yourseif no concern on the ly.credit It. yet. .One sees noâ€"trace Of #t atâ€"all!" + ‘While: speaking, secure from her‘ knowledge, heâ€"opened <his ~ sketchâ€" and was rapidly ~making © a rough pictureâ€"of her as she sat there, leayâ€" ingâ€"the face to be put in afterward, secure in the memory that he al ready felt sure néither time nor care could. ever erage. . . "I am glad that it is so," she reâ€" turned.> "I always â€" feel. â€"awkward, kno#wing.thatâ€"people are pitying me, because I lon‘t know what to say in eturn. I am notâ€"ungrateful, you unâ€" derstand, butâ€"*â€" .. Ar! ‘There is Edwin!" * The artist had not heard the step hat was approaching, ard turned only as the man joined them. ; Chapman‘s "éyes were fixed upon him, and as he turned a low cry esâ€" caped the lips that had already grown white as ‘marble. "You, Lilford. Loydâ€"Mostyn!" he gasped, liis voiceâ€"thrilling with hatâ€" And .then the white, startied face of his blind wife was thrust between them, and, with a lew cry tha‘ had in it the ringâ€"of â€" death, Chapman shrank back. THE REASON WHY ANAEMIA PREVAILS Mothers who remark that girls toâ€" day are more prone to anaemia than the girls Of‘n genération ago, should look back at the surroundings in which they and their companions livâ€" ‘ed. They would easily see the reaâ€" red. "After all these months I have found you, and my revenge is n: hand at last!" The Strenuous Conditions of Life Toâ€"day Responsible. This is proved by the statement }t Miss Eldora Ecker, Lake Pleasant N. 8., who says:~â€""I shall be glad If some other alling girl will profit by my experience with Dr~ Williams‘ Now â€"the school girl‘s life is more Strenuous; her more numerous studies are a severe tax upon the strength. Also, girls enter businest soon after leaving: schoolâ€"at an ags when they most need rest and outâ€" door life. _ Their womanly develop ment is hampered by the stress of working hours, hurried and@‘ aften scanty meals. Girls are more lable to bloodlesshess toâ€"day, but there is this consolation that this condition is now more easily remedied than in the years past. ~Buch medicine as Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pils have helped thousands of weak, ansemic girls contain the elements necessary enrich the biood: which means g health and vitality. My appetite was bad, and I had no ambition to do anything or go about, I had once before been ‘helped by Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills and decided to try them again. it proved a wiss Aeciaion for in less than~â€"two months time 1 felt in every way better, had a aplendid appetite, the tired fesling difAppeared, and 1 can work with onâ€" joyment. Naturally i think there is "How kind youâ€"are! T can #carce thas Dr. Willlams‘ Pink PWNs." Pink Pills through any ‘deater â€" in in life‘s altered circumstances (To be continued. ) there t ve to "Cream shavl" ** *~Winged imimeâ€" diately it comes to the hou‘se < >‘ then placeu v.. w« «...d required. If ice is not available, place the" bow! containing the cream* in a" Jlarger one filled with water." Place muslin over ‘the wp&gm the erids to. hand in the wiaten," ®+â€"/g m.ngflq* d hq treated\ in ~the -rm and stirred wntil tool o that a skin does.not fortm on top.: ": All things that can hang up should do so, as the contact with a plate for any legnth of time does not improve meat, cheese or bacon, . as ‘the air camnot circulate round it Cheese, bacon and meet should be put into muslin bags and suspended from hooks in the larder. i+ Cocoanut matting should be‘ wishâ€" ed at least once in three months, for it becomes very shabby when oneé it is allowed to,get too dirty toâ€"recover iueolor‘l‘:'.wuh. y Â¥a.! ! After white wood has been stained rub the surface with a good wax.polâ€" ish, for not only will it shine brilâ€" liantly, but the polish will prevent the wood being seratched easily. Crystal glass will attain a fine polish if cleaned with caleined magâ€" nesia mixed to a paste with benzine. 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