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AU . .-rguecl pas~ionately with himself. The par- 1with grief and ~are, Bot just then she son at \Voodley had a.lways si~l.l BC!· His thought only of hia words. eyes had played him a trick. Di~ head _w_as "Tell me wha.t you ,i~tan<' she gasped nmcidled with lon rr hours of wo1 li:. Sp.mts ou t below her breath. Ia George dead ? from another workt never came ,,,;ck now-a. vVhat do you meon ?" de,ys to trouble thllir worst c·Hemiea. n 1 llll}fl.!l, Grace, that I-I-- killed your 0ould not be. '. · hu;;ba.nd, George Den~." AN lENGLISH CJIU:U§Tfli.t.§ S 'l'OR.lT. And yet he was sure- as snr" as of hb A low cry c~caped her lips. :i ]J own existence~thu.t George Deu.1 's face had " .Not by my hand," he ea.id, looking J :.J , lool,ed at him out of the clarknes~ of the un- down!·~ the t hin fingers that sh;;ok as with ,, & c., coc. ,_ -lighted street.. ., an aaue whila he held them cut. . " Not by Author of "JAco:nr's WIFE," "UNDEl': FALSE P l':ETEN CB S, He had been absorbed in his own thought~. my own hund. He cam~ to me on Christ· -----Ge had heard no footfall on the pfl.vemuet, . lrni~ ]£ve·-- a yeur ago this day-a.nd tho belhi III. I speu.k for a moment. S he quailed a little I.tad seen no figure coming t owar ds him; and! were ringing overhead as they ring now. . .. . I before the fire of tb.ose dark eyes, and be- yet, without warning, the dead man's falln, He told me of his happiness wi th you, and A woman, carry_mg a. chud~.. sto~d 111 t the thought herself of some words tha~ her 1vhite, r igid, ster1;1, had h overed be~oro hfa,1I, coul~ not bear it. Dou t you know, 0 ~arden- pa~h. Her back wa~ - the wes.ern mother hi',d let fall in tho et» rly days ot her eyes. Jf he had bteu able to move, 1t secm-,G.race, now I have loved you all the~e years. h~ht, which had nearly dted ou t: of the marriP-ge with George Dene. W a.s it pos. ~d to St~ph~u that h~ mig.ht have touched He stole you fro~ m;a, or I should have .'Yon w~dy sky. H e saw that she was. tall and aihle that this man, Stepheu Hatfield, had tho3e pallul foaturcs w1f;h !us har;d. .flfolJac- j you-! swear J anuuid. haye won you It he ' "Oaseorin. ia so well s.dapt,ed to children that C!ts~orfa cures Colic, Oonst!pe.t!on, slight, and tha~ she trembled as she stood onee wanted to marry her? She felt a ~eu- ing, auc~1slng°, reproachfol, all ~t o;ice, thcsf. l,10,d left me time. _Bu t h~ took eve1·ything [ r ecmn1nend it as superior to any prcsci~iption Sour Stomach, Dia.rrhoou., Er11cIDtion, beforu him, Her _d res~ ws.Dblack, and the sation of alarm at the t.hou"ht . ayes which ho,d once been w fnenaly sought,1lrorn me-borne, wife, clnldren; he had all imow-.i to me." a 11,. A2crtER' M· D ., Kills Worms, i;ivos sleep, and promot.elll df.;,. sleepy child ncstlwg ID her arms worn a But af ter a moment's spa~e, the light died his own ; then for ·~ momcn1; everything grew and I h t>d noue. I was alone in the wod <l ; , .. 2'estiou, :1'1· So. Oldord St., Ilrooklyu, N. Y. Witilouo illjurious illOdication. black froc~ too. .. .. ., out from Hatfield's eyes, and he looked dim to Hil.tfo:;ld's sight. When he r ecove red j a misernble wr etch, cast off by God and 1 " .D~es St ephen Hatfield. live here: she down in his usual Eombre, brooding fa<ihi(Jn. his calmness t here was nothing to be seen. I rr11.m. I h a,d uo h ope of happiness. Then Tm:: CENT.I.UR COMPANY,~·· :.i:urr;\y Street, N°. r. asked Ill a low u.nstet1.df voice. _ , "No," he said, "I've never been married," The vision had faded away into the dadc:- l he came t o me a nd he spoke of you. I The tones bhrilled . ~im. T,o his eat they When he opened the door of thfl room up · neas, and he went unhindered upon his v;·:iy. Ietruck him- I thru~t him out of my wa.y. were wonderfully s"'ect. Vi here had he ata.irs he seemed to feel thii,t some explo.ut\· Bu·b from that moment he w.i.s free no 1He fell over the line. I did not stay to help heard that voi.ce before? . tiou /,fits dinor der was required. more. 'l'he face haunted him. Now and him up. I forgot t hat the express was near"I've had nobouy to do for me lateiy. then he saw it in a. cruwd; onoa in a railway ly due. H e must have boen stunned-in" Yes. I'm Stephen Hatfield." FOR SALE DY .J. H IGGINBOTHAM & SON, BOWM A.NVIJ,T ,Ei '~ You-Step.hen Hatfield 1" ... · . The place is like a pigstye, bnt maybe you carriage; several times at his wludow be-lsorisible-whcn the train came np." Then her voice broke. She l eu oho cluld ca.n mauags with it t o-night. Is t her e any· fore the blinds were down at nigh t. It i His voice failed him. He bowed himself slip gently from her arm~ to the gr~uu~ imd thing I ca,n g et for ye ~" ca.me to him in hid dreams; the memory of ; to the grcunJ, and lay at her f.;et. There stretched out her shakrng ha.nds. Oh, T he manner was rough bu· the kindline3a jj;, the fear of it, haunted him night and W~\!l silence for a time. Stephen, Stephen, don't yoll know me? of his meanincr unmistak~l>.bl;. Gr ace ·t.hank· day. The <leP.d man w~uld no,t let him rest. 1 c: God forgive you, Stephen, " said the I'm Grace," . ed him and held out her hand as she said He ])egan to look wild ana haggard, to woman at last in a broken voice. She sat His foe~ blanched to 11,11 ~.wful . wh;iteneEe. good-night. He did not seem to see it ; he cast str~nge look s· o.ve.r ,his ~hou.lder, .~o i.~rn~- very s_Hll, white as <lmth, with the t ears He lookeu over her sliouider, away ~nto the turned his back ou her and went down· te~ to ,~1msclf. .1 1 Ila,field. s gomg_ou' ot hia j drepprng over her pale oheeka. T h.e gentle· distance, as if he sa.w eotne one behind her. stairs. mmd, one,.°f h~s cot~pamons wh1~rered to nes~, aa well as tb.e infinit.c sadness of her 1 But therP. was no. accusmg figure at her Sh.e slept long and hes· ily. When she another. . Hes m1gh~Y. qaeer. Even : tonea, unloosed his tongue once more. He back, no ghostly voice ea.me out of the uloom, awoke and dressed in the morning Stephen Grace, with all her plac1d1ty, wondered at ' did not rise but falter ed out dfaconnected requirif_if,i at his hai;ds the. blood of t~e man ad already gone to his work. ' H e h!ld and pitied him. She was never afraid of 1words and s~ntencos t hat she couU scarcely whose life he bad vutually '.aken. ~hs _eyes lighted the fire and left food ready for he;- him, ho was glad to see. H e could not have hear. wandered. back to . her, l!.rr.d he said lll a eelf and the child ; he himself had taken his home that. When he wa,s alone. ho u~ed to I "Yon say · Oo,l. forgive me,' I bles~ you hoarse ·whisper : dinner with him and did not mean to be cry out upo n George Denes unqmet spirit to for those woras:· He chugged himself " Grace, is it you?" bl).ck till evening leave h~~1 iu peace. "-W:ha.t d? y~n w1!'nt, j neare r to her and kissed her foot. ·' I rlo "Yea, Stephen," she sa~d, sobbing, "nnd It was after si~ wh en he returned. As George! he muttered with qu1verrng lipa. ' not a.sk you to forgive me; it would be no I'm in sore ·i;rouble." .ll1s face hard~ne~; soon as he ~et foot within the house, he was "How can I atone for what my hand has 1use I know My life's not !Yen wort h livT:i'° he thought he k new what s~e was gomg 0 conscious of a change in i i;. Grace had been d one? It's too late-too late ; 1 can do no- ing' ; the so~ner it ends the better. I shall _ ...D; say. hShe. wenion; ' \ Ir.5 mg~. u~nd th:'~e b usy. ·ro make the pl11ce clean and tidy thing for you now." · giw1myself u p to the police this very night: When buying Coal Oil ask your dealer for the New Oils, mont 8 61!1-~e eoq~e. e ~ me. . . en wp,s her wa.y of showing gra.titude. The I wish they would hang me and have done she broke m to a. wailrng cry, almost !tke a ki' chen fire was burning brightly in a clean CHAPTHR IV. wit h it. When I am in my grave, Grace, shriek, an'ci 'pu t her hands befo~e her face. gr~te the floors and tables had been scourh 'll f · th M 1 .EL "And now. he's dcti.d," .said Stephen, ed, a~d the cooking utensils clmned. 'rhere It he.d bceu the height of summer when ,Pel' ap1, y ou ' .org1ve me ; en. y oye, (.X sO"a rcely knowing v,.,. hat he eatd. ... was an air of neatness, almost of brightness first Stephen Hatfield sa.w that ter rible vi~ t ~vc, yo~ll i~"er k no~ ~ow· ) uchd Ive :.1 The words gave her a shoe~. s~~ let _her about tbe room which moved Hatfield to sion of the dead man's face. As summ er : _ov~ you .1 ;c you ';.OU ave ove .me Try it once, and you ·will use no other. hands dro _p an_d gazed a.t him w~tu . wide- wonder. passed into autumn, an<l au tumn into win- , if Id had tl~e time-·. _ . voice mt4lll"' & "'O'V T orout ()Q 1 open, pamc-stl'lCk en ~yes. The c h I 11 ( e ung " What have you been doing?" he said, t or, its recurrence beca,ir e more frequent , ' W hat ld h was that t d? wtnch Th a hstenrng k f .!Vic(;01'.IL I» JD.ii.Iii.VS. t o her ga.rm~nts, fnghtoned b_ y what s~e rather roughly. . and h!1.d a very disquietin~ effeot upon Hat . ea,r w on ave no e . e crca o a heard, and still more by the ught of this " Only ti·dyi ' ng tlp a bi ' t , " Grnce answered. field's nerves. It became plain to him that . latch! t~e oou~d. of a footfall 011 the thr ea" if he saw that face mnch oftener he would hold 1 They did not hear . strange, d ark ma,n. . . " I hope you doD't mind ?" she added meekI - -- - -- - - - -- - -- - -- ----·--·· " Oh no, no I' cried Mrs. D ene. "'Vby ly seeing an inexplicable expression upon have to give up his wor k. E yes, hand, . "God pity you- .God forgive you, " said sh.ould you say he's dead? Have you hee.rd hi~ face brain, all seemed paralysed at times by fear Grace, with iucreaafog agitation. "No, of h im, t~en. ? Oh no, he's not,, dead, S~e"Not a bit. Do what you like," he re- and agony. Grice, not knowing wh!l.t w as 8tephen Hatfield, don't d elude yourself phen. I Tired of me, perhap_ s , she said, plied, bending h is brows. She looked ab wrong, en-treated him to see the pa.rish cfoc- with a false belief. I should never have j ~ob_bmg, '.'and gone to seek hts fo rtuno--;or him iu silent wonderment, never suspecting tor. But Hatfield shook hi" head. "No loved you, i1 we had lived side by side for a 1 ,. 1 . I never loved but one man 111 m hospital may be, and not ab.e to write that lie felt a great thr ob of anguish aud doctor can do me any good, " he answered, thous:i.nd yea,ra. t o me-but not dead, Stephen, nay, not . · . . . gloomily. '. in my life, nor ever shitll aga,in; au-l tha.t, /Q, 111 dead I" shame at the notwn of her working for '?1 One dfl.y in December he came home and as you wel l know, was George Dene. .A.nd - the man to whom her h usbaud owed his found her in tet·r s. On aski11g what wi;,s you that kiUeu him," she cried, bur~ting Ile did not know what to do with a woman death. . . t he matter, he elicited from her a tale of into tears; " ask God t o pardon you, and in such a paosion of grief ; he took hold of After tea, she ~~gan t1m1dly to t alk to bow Pony had run in from t!1e street, cry- I 'll prny to H im t hat He m..y; night and her hands a.nd gently dre.v her within his him about her position. She was possess~d ing out that her father bQ,d. looktld at her moruiog I'll pray for your poor uu-1 door. His one thought was to screen her wfoh the idee, that George was somewhere m ')Ver the fence. ha1ipy soul, 8 t.ipben l:Ia.tfield ; but 1 will ~o from the u nkind notice of passers-by, but Redford, and that she would be able t.o find ··The child would not remember him," [>W<Ly from y <Jur house now, wh ich I nev-er . once inside, more hospitable thoughts occur- him if she looked careful.ly enough. In tho sdd Hatfield. : would hav1 , ente >'ed if I h:-i.d known the re~,~ ~~· better come in and sit by the me.ant~me, slui thou&ht t~u.t sh~ con!<~ earn " She's five years oJ.d, and she wns very truth ; and never, never will I look u pon D , k a livelihood by takmg m pl.am sewrng, or fond of her poor fother," said Grace. Then, y t>t1r face a g1tin." She roae from her seat. Hatfield strugfire," he scid, awkwardly. " on t ta eon going out charing- though this la bter '".ork, wiping her eyes, · she added indistinctly: in that way, Grnce. I thought yon mea.ut as Hatfield knew! wot'.ld have been consider- " 1 t hought--! th onght I saw him myself ghld into a lmE:uling po~tnre, caught at her ~eea me t o understand tha.t George was dead. If ed for beneath her 111 oodley. If she last night." i dresa a nd pressed it to his lips. it : is as you say-why, no doubt, he'll be could find a cheap lodgmg for herself ?'nd Bu t t his was more than Hatfield could J " God wUI forgive me if you nak Him," back again before long." child she wo~~d not t rouble Mr. ~~tfie!d oeaI. Ho went out a.gain without wa.iting ' ho an.id. " Y ou give me hope hy tha.tword, Ile turned his back on her as he spoke, any longer. I here was a. new hunnhty m for the conclusion of her little story. "Are. Grace. No_, I shall never see yon again. I her voice that cut Stephen to the heart. we all to b 6 haunted by George Dene's· don't think it will be long bdore I go where ancl led the way into t.ho kitchen. "You've nob heard ot h im then?" said " I t's no ~ro~1ble to me," he said grufl:ly. ghost?" he asked himself, u.lmost angrily, George has gone. Perhaps I may meet him Grace, commanding herself and following Ile was sit-bmg by th'.l fire as he spoke, "for me, i.t's natural enough- but wha.t,. somewhere- perhaps I may ask him to forhim obediently, "He's not been here?" and j ust then something soft touched his have they done?" Igive me-" ·"No," he answered in a low voice; ha.nd, He clrew it away 1md looked down Grace Dene felt· a little hurt by his abrupt I Ile.has risen to his feet and turned away. " he'o not been here." hastily. It was Polly, who had drawn a departure. She sat down and cried, cares- Gm ce gave a little cry. Who wa.a it ~peakIle couicl uot tell her the truth. H e would wooden stool to his side, an_d had tried to sed P olly, and gE we hereelf up for a few' ing ? Who was it standing in the open door? get uome clergyman, S· Jme person in aut hor· slip her li ttle fingers. into his palm. _She minutes to the luxury of indulgence in her "No need to go far for that, 1Hepheu ity, to let her know that George was dead. looked up a t h im smiling, and put her little O\VO quiet sorrow ; but then she remember- . Ha.tiield," sa.id a voice whiohhad a strangely -I Ile shook oll over at the thought of telling pin~ h_and on hi~ kn~e. Afte~ a moment'a ed t h<>t she had a good many t hings to do, famiHar sound. " . I am here, and you may her himself. N o-not yet; in the morning, hosi(;11tio;i, h o l ate! ~l~ rough fini;:e,x;s tender- L\Ud so betcok herself, somewh!),t less tran- a sk me whitt you hke." &co perhap~, or in a day or two- ly upon and hela it there. '.Inc touch qn illy tn·rn nsuo.l, to her household tasks. I '.l'he r oom s wam before Hatfielcl's troublecl . "Sit down," he said, lighting a candle, sent a new so.Jsation through h im. lt It w,.s Christmas Eve, and she had determ- 'eyes. Wben they clea:red >.1.gair1 he saw l ln@ pef·Uon ~o liicited. and hurriedly sJ;irring the dying embers of seemed to m11>ke the blood rush more quickly inerl th:>t h e1' owu sorrow, her own natl Grace clinging t o a ta· 11, gaunt, feeble-lookthe fire. "You'll be tired if you have come through his Yeina, to break up th e ice about memorits, should uot bring sorrow to other ' ing man, whose arms were ciasped tenderly I Victoria BuUdings. iUlJRDOCH from 'Woodley to.day. " his heart. It inllueue!!d hia tone and look pcopk ]!'or Stephen's sake she mo11nt to be around her, whose lips were pressed to her Sha opened her great dark eyes with a as he addressed the child's mother. cheerful, 1wd to ma.ke J.im think tha.t Rhe fair face. I t was no d1 "<mm ! This was no look o; pathetic surprise.. "'.l'o-d~y ?", she " You've no need to hurry yourself," he was content. : v ision of the night. George Dene was alhTe, said, " It's three weeks smce I lelt W'ood- said, " take ·t ime. A nd don't gr, ma.king en- Sb,J wonder ed that he did n ot come back · and had come back to claim his wife. ~Vha.t Iey. I walked most of the way. Look at qu irics heni and there and everywhere abe<ut to t ev,. f:;hf; pnt P<,lly to beu, and sat by was he say io g? It seemed to Hatfield that /1. my shoes." ' Deuo. Ul do that for you. I sboul<l be tlte f:ixe with some needlework. The night. he could scarcely bear for the tumultuous · ::-l..l.'.-4 · · · · l" They were woxn Il()ar y off her feet. Ha.t· 1 glad if you would stop here a bit , and pu t waa fine Lut windy, and on tho wind t hero beating of his heart , the surging t rouble of :field felt his hear t contract with an unwont· my house atmight. I t seems to WP.nt a came from time to time the Eound of the his brain. ed pang of pity. He lookEJd at the shoes, woman 's ha.rid. If George Dene's anywhere Christm as h;,lls. I " I've been in hospital unt,il a fort.night ~t t he threa.dbare gannenta, ab the thin, hereabouts, he'll fi:1d you, never fear. He1· ha.ndll had fallen on her hp: her eyes ' a!\o," George sn.id. "I lost m y memory - --.MA NUFA.C'l'URER OF--sunken face and did not say a.word. There's been some mistake, no doubt, and were fixed in mournful reverie upon t he fo.r a time, It was some other olU\p who "It was fine wea:ther, most of the way,' he's won?eringwhy you d~n't co~~ to ~im. " glowing embers of the grate, 'Yhen a sound ; was k illed by the express, not me. I go~ I1 L \ 0 l)Jl ~Af\-ES H".i ~ Grace went on, h11>lf a bsently, "else I could "Oh, if only I could thrn_k so I . said the a.t t he door arrested her attention. Stephen ; up after y on pushed me away, S tephen, U~U iU IU ' \ :t.U.¥ h.JJ! never have done it. We got a lift in a cart ponr wornan, her eyes fillmg w ith tear&. stood in the doorway- the kitchen door ' and W!!.lked out of ·the town. I hadn't been KING STREE'l'. HOWMAN VILL now and then. I could not bear to wait " You don't know what it is to be pointed opened upon a litt le bricked. yard- and hia !well all da.)', aml I feJ.t d~zy and strange. a ny fonger. George hacl never written, but and jeered at as I bave been i? the village- hand was etill. upon the latoh. A guat of , They told me afterwards tha,t I must h.M·e ff>.tS now on hand a number or vehicle' (a.u <'l !s manufacturing e. great man;- more) o! the ne p'\tter ns and bes~ finish, which I 11.m offering fo r sale at the luwe~ t.y:iricfis consisten·· he t old me before he went awi>y thllot he t he wife whose husband got tired of her and cold ail- blew in, extinguishing the candle 1 had a fever coming oi1, and that the fallwith dne regard to workmanship ancl quality. The fallowit~g i t. a lis t of was coming to vou. Did you sfre him?" left her in the lurch. He always seemed so at Grace's side. She sp rnng up, and then · well, perh!ipa it made me a trifle worse, the 11r incipsl vehlcleB mnnnfaotured by roe Tb.~e was scarcely per ceptible pause proud and fond of me. Do you think it's stoocl still. She could just see Stephen's l there 'Vas aome sort of coiicusion, they ~alled Double Covered Carriages .. .. . . ...... .............. . ... .... ... ............ ... $150 Upward~· befofe Stepheu nnswer·d " No." possible that hG1 could get tired all at once face : there was a gha.stly smile upon it that H. Anywa.y, I W11.S fouu d by the road side 1· Single Pl1retons .· .. .·.... ..· , ...................... ...... .............. ..... ...... l.00 ma<le her hea.rt beat &trangely fast. and taken to a ho~pittil five miles from R ed. " My mother died suddenly or;jth~(day after and go off withou t 11 word?" Open 70 ;~ Christmas Day, " she went en. "lt; took "I don' t .think it's posaibl.e," said Ifotfield What is it, Stephen?" she said, nervous· j for d, ai1d thete I stayed. My mind seemed Top Buggy . ..... .. . ............ ... . ........ . .. ... . . .... . .............. ...... . . . .. . 90 11 all the money I had to bur y hn. . I was in a low voice, Ah, no l What man would y. gone, even when my body was stronger. I staying with hcr-Geor~e had already s?ld oas~ aw11y fr~m hjm this. 2w;eet wife, this He l!fced up one finger, as if warning her j came folly t o mystlf only a month ago. Den10crat \Vagon.. . ........... . ... .... . ...... .... ......... ...... ...... ...... . .. . 65 N· our furniture and t::.ken the money with 0001ug, caressmg little child? And he- he to be silent. "Do you know who Htauds Then I W·Jnt t o Woodlc1y and found Grace L u mber Wagoua .. .. .. .... . .. .. , ....... ... ........... . ..... ..... .. . ............. . b5 " him, and I expected him back every day. knew so well what George Dene thoui;;ht of out:side ?" he _asked her, w ith th~ same weird gone. I hu nted for her everywher e. Theu Light Wagon......... ........ . ......... ........ ......... . ......... ... ..... .. ..... 40 " :rhe neighbours at Woodley b egan to say these two, how much he loved them, and. he srmle upon h is face. " l saw h im as I came I came here, " l Express Wagon.... . ... ........ . . ... .. ....... ...... . .. .. . .... .......... .......... 75 " that he had de,,erted me, and I con!d not du.red not say a word to set the grievmg in; I should aee him still if I looked ago.in. He stopped to embr ace his wife once more Skel eton .. .... .... . ... .. ... .... . ..... .. .... . .. . ................... ... ;....... . .. ... 50 11 bear it ail:V longer. I cnme after him- to wom un's heart at rest. For, as it soon ap· Your husband, G race-George Dene." nnd to glance at Hatfield, who was si t ting S ulky..... .. . ... .... .. .... ..... .. ..... .... .. . ..... . ..... ............. ...... . ........ 40 ,. R edford- to find yoit." pea.red to him, the d oubt as to George's love "My husband !" she cried, flinging up her beside t he table with his foce hidden upon " 'Vhy did you not write ?" he asked. was even more pr esent tn her mind ~han the h!!.nds. his folded arms. Poesesslng superior faclll ties tor ~a.nufacturln g carrla~o'" l lnt1Jnd t.o sail very ohenp for o·· or approved credit, and by so clomg I hope t o gi·eat;ly rncrease my number· of ea.lea. Wouhl "I don'-t know. I d id not think of it. " uncerh~inty a.hout his life. " Not in thci flesh, Grace ; 11ot in the flerih" I ir.quired about Hatfield, and little by sell the wood parts only, or th ti gei:u:illgs of buggies ironeli. :rhe colour ebbed out of her face as she Grace wiped the tears gently away, and You would not see him if you looked, but I little I pieced t ogether the whole story . I [Now FrnsT P u.ll'LI SJIED.] [ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.] THEM ESSAGEO F1,HE BELLS S By A D E L I N E l ,. I .. R GE' ANT I I I I I I I - U- S E - J[ T . H·... MACHINE Oil. TN B E ST THE M A B K E T: iy F AMI L y S AF ETY S u N L IGHT."C ,, OAL Q r L u ' I urdoch rother l~ -~- .s' ' w h ere a re to be seen 0 !" 21 Dinner Sets, lovely patterns, 30 Chip.a Sets, very pretty, 15 Printed T ea Sets, elegant designs~ 50 S uperior Printed B ed Room Sets, 20 " W hite Bed Room. Sets. F SEVERAL CASES SUPERIOR GLASSWARE JUST ARmVED. I t· Large variet y Hanging and Ta ble Lamps, ancy Ware, Bohemian and China Cups and Saucers, I i 'E:Y I N- }TIS' C.A RRIAG E 'WORKS GEORGE C. HAINES, Proprietor, sLf: H C U TTERS, WAGONS, &6.D a J ' Buggy................................... ............... ............. ....... I spoke leaving her cheeks 1;1nd lips as white as sn~w. "You used to be his friend," she murmured. "Have you forgotten us?" "No, no. I have never forgotten you," he said, in a. atrange, coufu~ecl way t hat surprised her. " Bera, I h ..ve made some tea. Polly would like some milk, perh aps?" "How did you know that her n&me was Polly?" said Grace, looking at him wit h a,ttention. " I beard it- didn't you call her so just now?" be said, still more and more troubled in manner, a1:1 he reflected that he ha.cl gained this piece of informatfon from her husband. :-- Grace was too tired to dispute the matter. She ate and d rank at his bidding and saw the child's hunger satisfied , and when the meal was finished she made an attempt t o rise. "i'm sure I thank you for your kindncsa, Stephen," she said , timidly. "Perhaps you ean tell mo of a lod ging bouse whertl we can · h t. r t musv · ·oe a eh eap one; ll'O to for the mg h ave very little money." " You might as well st ay here, " said !fatii.eld, without raising h is eyes, ancl with a curious sullem1es3 of d emeanour. "There's a room upe·mi.rs if you like to use it. You ca u look out; fo~ a lodging to-morrow." " But- ii it is your r oom-what will you do?" 11 r 1 p by the fire here 1 aha!! be quite ~~J~f~::able. You can't from pfaee to place look~~.g f?r lodgings at t his timo of night ,· t k: lctuld 18 asleep alrec.dy." Grace a ccGpted his offer t hauktully. She was a simple-hearted, gentle· natured womllon, not vary self-relia.nt, and. it seemed lla· h ra.l tht·t he should b<· :tiud aud help1ul to he!·. As a sort of ex c·"e for having come 1o tbe house, she ventu< ·ed to alloy : "I thought yon were married, perhaps, and that "Our wife would put me in the way of getting, a lodging." · · He looked her full in the face, and did not r go sat silent for a little time with her hands folded in her lap . She was not given to noisy d emonstrations of any kind. 'Vhen she felt calm euough to apeak she said gently: " 1'11 accept your ofl'er thankfully for a little time, Mr. H&,tfield. lf I C8.D ho of use to you, I shall be only too gla d. vVe often talked about yon ·- George e.nd me. You don't know, maybe, how fond he was of you." . "Don't call me Mr. H atfield," said Stephen, .rising suddenly. "Call me Stephen, 9,0 you used to do." Ho brok e off the con· veraation by going out of doors, and all that Gra,ce could clo was gratefully to acquiesce. She settled down.in_her new home, _and went about her dut10s m a. sacl bnt quietly unoompl!!.ining m.>.nner which greatly ill!-pressed Jhtfield. He wondered at this trail wo·nan , suffering from a h e:\vier load of doubt and sor row t~ti.~ any that he ~ad had to bear, never r epmrng, SInever showmg b bitterness or SU11enne~s. \e was rs,vcir than J;te had be.en. H1~ t houghts :were filled w.ith her mi;;h t anc1 d ay : as time went on, hIB remorse tor t~e pa~t, tho11,gh _present, became co blended wi ;h Ins love for her that it lost its hardrws~ and painfnlu~ss. He eveu dreamed of a time. when he nugh t tell her 1hat George wr,s dead, and ask her t~ ?e his wife. He coulcl give her a peaceful nome, a sure, s trong love : would she refuse the gift. H e dreo,med t hus ·one night as he was . l10me ' u work w · J-1 ch on t'r11·s walk mg , from h1 . ~" occas!on, h<id bceu prolonged until ele~ven o'clock. Hfa house w <.s near (;he statrnn, but two or three not very respect able litt le i1tr~ets ha~ to he ~ravened before he rev.ched 1t , and ;twas 1!1 one of these str eets. th~t h~ savy a sight wlnch froze the blood vnthm his vems. \Vas it Geor"e ,host? "' Der:e's l!. There were no anch things as ghosts, he 0 , , see him- I see birn wherever l f!O. H e was here at yonr window not long ag o." " Oh, Stephen, you frighten me !" sg,id Grace, sinkinu down in her chair and coyer. ing her face witn her hands. 'fhe sight of her t ears calmed him. He closed the door softly and advanced towards her, lo(Jking earnestly at her bowed head. "I don't want to frighten you, Grace, " he said. "It was those accursed beils that sent me home to you. They r llng and rang till I could bear it no longer. 'Go back, go back,' .they R aid. ".J.'ell ber the truth. Go back.' Aud so I thour.h t that if I ca.me to you ancl. told you the whole trut h, I might perhaps be dellve1ed from the t error that follows me night and day. Night and day, sleeping or .walking, I see him," Hat fiel.d went on with a startled glance over h1 left shoulder, " and I know t hat he comes to punish me for wh~·t I ·did . Perhaps if I t ell o,ll tho t.ruth .and give myaolf up ·lmay yat know p~ace. The bslls have driven me to you." "But-~hy? 'IVhat ~o ~OU mean, Ste p~en ?" .sa1tl Gra?e, begmurng to tremble with an mexpress1ble fear. He took no noti.ce of her question. "LMk at me," he se.id. "Have I not suffered? Am I l·he i;ian I was a yoar i;go ? I do not know bow I hve, how I eat or ;11eep. '.!.'he misery thtit h3s fallen upon me fo rnore than I can rear. For l never me·a nt to be a urnrderer, Grace ; I ne\·cr meant to hurt him, thon ,:!1 i thrust him aw:iy from mn and struck him iu my vm;.th. Grace, Grace, b< · a Jia1r · o. ' '1· ieve me, I n ev~r meal<. t t o h tum his head !" He foll down on his km:ea before her.a.s he ~poke, 3tretching out h is lmnds to hei· in ~ b]ind groping Yl· ay. S~e d'.·ew back 1111 m en or two, l ooking at him with a. str:i.nge expr ession, half of repuleio?-, half of pity, in her eyes. In after dd.ys hil3 face ca.me back to her as she had aeen i t then, and she re· membered how w~ated it was, how worn knew tha t he, a t least thought me rlead. I ~ saw Polly to day, and .I hnd glimpse o f . . · · ./ .. : you, too, Gr&ce, but I did not know whether A t the Shortest N otice, Painted and Tri mmed if Deaired. }'O U had a place for me in yom' heart or not. h.e Fa.otorY I also do Planing , Matching, Turning and Sa.wing with Circle, Ba.net · Sor I t hought-snall 1 tell you what I t hought?" At tSaws, 11.11.d preµarc all kinilH or lumber tor oar1 1ei1terB nd others tor building purpoBe~. " No,"!>be answered. laying her ha ncl upon Orn ameutal and Plain Plck0tr, for fenoee in every atyle requil'ed , made t.o order. his lips. '·I .C'.\·n g uess, George. But; I fihould never have loved any othe1· man b11t you. " "A:h, so I heard you say, my darling; and I know- I know- how true and faithful you F.l]~ AT .... have e,lways been. I ha.d rancour in my heart again. s t my old fr iend here ,- yes, I'll call him my friend, for I know how sad and bitter his life has been-but if I had any · thing against him, I forgaYe him as I stooo v.t his door and heard t he Christmas hells overhead. 'Pea cell.Ild goodwill,' t hey seemed to say. And I thought to myself,· Let by. T ... goues be bygones between StephE>u tlatfield .Pnrify t he Blood, conect a.11 Dlsorders of the <i>nd me!' Lei; us thank God that I ha.ve oo_rne baok to yon, Gtllce, a11d_tha:t o_ u r old I JV~~!ll ~T OM AE'fm K!f~.i':l'1JhrY~ ll.NJfifi BIHJ!\-1l !E.L S , fnend Stephen can be o~r oldfrien.rt sttll." .., . ·" ' -' ' · · · , · · . _, They heard Stephen give a gas prng , s tru"· 1tnd restor e to healt11 Deb1htat ed Constitutions, 1.\1'.l'll o ! Th"". . " 1 ·.nVl!.fOrate o g_ling sigh, almost like a sob. T J;_ey wait?d I ;t'e lnva.lnable In a ll Compla.tnf;s incidental to :Femalen of all A i.;et1 , For s1.lently for ··moment, but ho uict not h ft ! Children arid the al:'~d tho-,;· a r e pricele~e. hts head. I . -· _ . <> _,.. " _ · · . " Steph~n Hi.ought he saw you- many ~· ~1. bnnes," said Grace, sh111 lderillg a little as . . , . . .,, the. memory cf hfa words.o· .nl'.e back to her. l a an 1nfall1bl.er~rnedy fm~ Baa I..iegB, Bad Bre_ a sts, Oltl 1ou nds, Sora1 1 ··He m11s1' h:;':c faucrn<i Jt.. I came 1·0 l ci.n d Ufoora, It rn fam o· :il'I for Gout im d. Ith.eum?.ham. For di~0rder R nf l;b.0 R e<lfo;·d yesterda.y- thu firBt time for a year 1 -·· Chea~ it Jm3 no equ.al.-p~.st. Come, Stephen, my old fr iend, lift j ., , ,, . ,. , . " .. ~ .· , .- _ ... .,... · .. up youi' head und give me your h11.nd a.t / II' Oil! t~Or'f.\ I h & 0:-0 h~, Ur OllH~.tu ll.11§, ( , ou.,, b l'>:, CO.~ ~ d fl, last. " Gl . 1 . SweHix~g _s, a nd a,ll Skin Disenses it has no rj vat ; and Ht) pnt hi.8 ha.IJu ou J:'fatfield's shoulder ; 1 ·· 11.nct.U IU ·' d G' .... t l · ' th t ~ d I nontracte:l. ,,l.ff J. olnta l.t 1wt1.1 like a charm . an ·r ace uen ove"' n m ·wi enuer wor .~. ~ - and :i' " Y ou'll be our bl'otluir now, St,~phen, ilnd love us both as we love you. H ark to the!' j)'Limufacrnred only at 'l'HOMMI HoLLOWAY's :F; 2 tablfohmeni, Cbl'ist.maa bells l · Peaee and ~oodwil.l'.. . - · ~ .. , "" ~,~ OXF R T , L""-.rrn . h's twelve o'clock st1ikirw·. Oltrfotmaa j '18, l'H~W OXFOJ.~,V ~T.:B.EEJ. , (lattt v , 0 D S ' REET), vLu.,,01(1 Day ! S~phen, a happy,,Chnstmas I A . And are sold a t b. ltJ., 2s. 9d., 4a. 6d. , lls., 22s., and 338 , each Ro:x: or Pot, anti happy Clmstmu.s to us all! . ! may be had from a.11 Medicine Vendorat.hrou.,.ho:ut the World. " But S tephen's hu.ppy Christmas was not a _, of t hiP world. B"l"11.:rcha s-01t11 hoaald lool· at tbt> lliabel on t he l' ots nnlll Boxo1. I t the r llclr · · .[Tlrn E ND.] II ll G33, Oxford i!treet, liuu.d on, they urc: ~i;urlou11, a All K1· n d· of· . Ve hi cl es Re pal. red TH FOR ALLI T'Hl.TI Pl LS I I . rr I-:£ I·G () r "r IG N '"r ;1 l 3 "'