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A should just put his foot in it." "What's that? 1 didn't quite catch you," snapped the Rector. | "Nothing, nothing," Ade passed rected | off slip, "I was only wondering ut a would pull it off. It would suit vate detective em- you a'l right if he did, wouldn't it?" . works re "It doesn't matter to me, one way or the other," rejoined Mr. Larkin' severely. "You know enough of me, I hope, to be sure that I should re- gret any misfortune to the Lath- 'rops." Fall A So fr iii] Adela ignored the remark. She had 1 5°45 Danvers, and takes up uence at the inn close to L Grange, He leaves suddenly] blood is reported found in the y, we a % Ty elable authority 0 at 4 oe oh a ont mystery has been at Suffolk and there one of the individuals who has claimed his interest in connection with the La- throp murder, Extraordinary de- velopments are expected at an early date," W Adela's sensitive lips quivered. "You must have been come perilously near exp g to her father the side she had actually es- peused in the Lathrop mystery, and 'that would not do at all. Following the train of thought induced by his hypocritical remark, she put the ques- tion: "Have you seen anything of the Honeybuns of their naw chauffeur?" the scene of the third "red! "Not of the Honeybuns. Wilmot he the day after her de-| brought a note of inquiry from the old parture. The Reverend Mr. Larkin'man, asking if you had been heard gan e of Silas Stampage of Rux- ton, Suffolk. There he meets-- T d Knowles, reporter, returning from a fruitiess call on Stampage. They discuss the latest angles in the mystery and agree to meet again ter. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY. Tired and dusty, Adela reached the ry, on her return from the expe- » "Well, did you meet with success?" was waiting for her at the gate. A from, which was absurd on the face had preceded her. of it. I sent back a verbal message "Well, did you meet with success?" | that there hadn't been time, and that purred the Rector. I didn't expect to hear tiil you put in "Rather!" rejoined Adela. "I|an appearance. Hullo, here he is poreamed like hell." again! They must have got nerves "Come indoors and teld me all about | over at Latchfield." : sald Mr. Larkin. For a Wilmot was tapping softly et the - | jasin he was singularly tolerant of his | window, mouthing horribly | daughter's language. Perhaps he was |the glass at the inmates, Mr. Larkin ito. 1t to be threw up the sash, ing stiong?" he ask-| "As you see, my daughter has re- were within the haven |turned," he addressed the monstrosity. ¥Tell Mr. Honeybun that it is all ight." Everything will be done ac- eording to plan." The creature could not have vanish- ed more quickly if the Rector had waved a magic wand over him. "1 don't like Wilmot," sighed the Rector. "He is too sudden in his methods for me. Reprehensible of me to feel odium for a fellow-man, but I cannot help it. He causes nausea. Somehow I fear that he has a hold over my dear friend and brother meteorologist, Samuel Honeybun." Adela regarded her sire with cool mentt when I said that I ; He looked s0 Blood hitsty simply to. We were in a ore ce, too--a hut on we had gone for ever, I soon tamed him e could manage allright It is for to-morrow 'I should imagine," she murmured; "that it is as reprehensible to feel sus- nas odium, wl that may be gained in the role of the Rev. Danvers. His landlord at the inn received a telegram from London an- nouncing that Rev. Danvers had been summoned to Scotland and that a cheque covering his bill was in the (To be continued.) a --, SN---- The Northern Lumber Town. All day the whirring of the sawmills, And the sun shining on the town in the valley, Gleaming along the wooded hills be youd, And dancing on the blue river filled with logs. Lumber is heaped in towering, state- ly plies For miles along the curving of the river, The sharp, resinous fragrance of the sawdust Mingles with the warm odor of the pine trees, Three bridges span the glinting, sun- filled river; 4 And dendelions glow along its border. Church bells sound faintly from the Indian village And mingle with the murmur of the sawmills. I have seen violets, blue and small and tender, Forcing th in April, On 'a little winding path among the pine trees On the hill that leads into the Indian village. way through icy snows At nightfall, valley, I see the mills ablaze with windows, And watch the pines with their green, pointed turrets Burn in the dying orange fires of sun- set. walking in the qulet lighted --Beatrice Mary Billing, --e emt ce The housekeeper who wants to make both ends meat might start the dinner with beef broth and end with mince ple. . 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For Colds name of John Dryden was one day to look beeide that of another Hngiish writer, also called Jolin, who had died in an obscure lodging only a few years before, old, blind, racked with gout and glad to get twenty-five dollars for the grandest epic poem ever written-- | a poem of which some of us have heard under the name of "Paradise Lost." "Hurrah for Mr. Dryden!" roared a brawny fellow with a butcher's hus, apron; "and long may he live to pit into the Dutch lubbers as they de- serve!" The crowd heartily applauded the sentiment, for the war between Eng- land and Holland was just over, and Dryden's satires upon the Dutch were more popular in England than any: thing else that he had written, "They sald he was a-gittin' old," cried a porter, looking after the poet as he entered the coffee-house; "but to my mind he looks just as fresh as aver!" ; "Who d'ye say that stout gentleman is?" asked a light-haired lad, whose ruddy cheeks and countrified dress be- trayed that this was his first visit to London. "Who's he, do you say, Chawbacon ?"' answered his neighbor. "Why, where ever can you have been livin' all your life, not to know him? That's Mr. John Dryden, the great poet, as dines with the king every day." i "Dines with the king every day!" echoed the countryman, in amazement. "Eh, but I" wish I was he." "You needn't do that, my hoy," said a sharp-looking little journeyman tafl- or; "for he's as poor as a rat, and owes _-- _-- ms . BRITISH -- -- iy Personally, 1 shouldn't think it | mattered m1 8" what, you Te aEainat "| everyone's a ked down the hill, Hke grey - get his money one way or another." | pencillings on a brown and crumpled The earl made no answer, but walk-| parchment; and all the western sky ed nto the coffee-house, murmuring to behind the pines was burning exult- himself: » {antly with color. The massed clouds "I could pay the debt easily enough, | grew darker, the shadows heavier: but 4t wouldn't please my old friend | Crimson was dimmed to purple, and to know that his difficulties are public blue to a lovely dove-wing grey. The talk, I must find some other way." [lakes were deleately pink in the mid- The group assembled within was | dle, but shadows were swimming out one which any peinter would have | Slowly, darkly, to sap them of their loved to copy, for every man in it bore | Warmth, to blur their radiance, and a name which will live as long as the | draw the shores together. i history of England itself. A fragment of the moon blew in with There was the brilliant, witty, heart- | the evening winds, a frail and shining less Sir Charles Sediey, many of whose | aC against the heavy blue of the sky; sayings are still quoted by men that @nd a scattering of stars ghittered like have forgotten who said them. There Dolished pebbles where a' while ago the were the smooth-tongued ~Arlington,| sun had sent up vermillion flames and and the boisterous Etherege, and the | clouds ' of purple smoke. The hill ever-laughing Montague. - - loomed black and- silent now, with its There, tov, was the wild Duke of | Crest of ragged trees: and far below Buckingham, upon whose handsome it, by the slim, stil birches, three lit- ~ features the mad career that destroyed | tle lakes repeated the stars in miiver the largest fortune and the strongest |8nd the moon in siiver-white, =~ constitution in England had already T---- tamped the impr of p ure age And there, somewhat wan and hag- id aT PR OR : &ard from long excess, but still beautt:-| Those who have flowerssand grow - ful and graceful as ever, sat the wild- | them outside in summer time must, est and wittiest, and most reckless of | in winter, resort to the cultivation of them all -- John Wilmot, Bar! of | house plants, make purchases from the Rochester, florist or go without. It is therefore "We come, my illustrous namesake!" [8 good time to resort to window gar- orled Sedley, with his little twinkling | dening and in this fleld of amateur laugh. "You come, as usual, just at| work there is opportunity for much the right moment. We are discussing | pleasure and profit if one will give & which of us is the best at writing an | Httle attention to a few important par , and we cannot ticulare. Every person can have at "I'll settle it for you, then!" orled least one small plant in the window, Dorset, struck with a sudden thought. | thus b ing, on a small scale, a "We will each write a plece of im-|landscape gardener. A few plant trim promptu verse or prose, and Mr. Dry-| mings in the winter help to make a den, whose judgment no one can ques- | picture. a x tion, will honor us by naming the suc-| The usual difficulties in growing cessful one." plants in h , especially in the win- "Agreed!" cried all, with one voice. | ter time, are those of too little light, 'And to work they went at onoe,| extremes in temperature, too much while Drydén, turning his chair around {gas from coal fires and gas burners, watched . thém with a smile which [and crowded conditions in the house, showed how thoroughly he enjoyed | However, all of these difficulties can 28 thie post assigned to him, | usually be overcome to the extent that Among the most famous wits of the | plants will tolerate and grow with sat. - day, one might well have expected a |lsfaction if a Tittle care is exercised very close and sharp contest, but -to|in ragard to the preliminaries of house t, Dorset pushed nent. his paper across the table to Dryden| To succeed with plants in the-home, * almost before any of the others had |it Is best to select a room with much well begun theirs. sunlight and one which 1s tilated © "Our friend must have thought," | but which hae no strong drafts. Use Whispered Htherage to Rochester, | shapely pots for thie plants and use a "that the prize was the quieckest|liberal supply of sandy loam or a piece, not to the best. His contribu-| bushel or two of mixture from the: tion must consist of nothing but date | florist's. Repot the plants each Be i and signature, judging from the time | with fresh earth, Arming it : : he's taken over it." - around the roots, Trim off all wither- "Ho lacks pleased enough, Mhow-|ed or dead leaves and prune back the: ever," --anawered Rochester, in the|plants to keep them in good shape. same (one, "Depend upon it, he has | Give them plenty of water and acoess: hit on some good idea." to light and they will thrive. It is im- It certainly appeared as if he had;| portant mot to erowd the 'plants as for when all" the impromptus were | they do no look as well in a crawded finished and handed in, Dryden, after! condition and do : a very brie? examination of them, as-| They need rots of overy one by deciding in favor | sunlight. West, w. of Dorset. intense a light for plan Rochester, who had fully expected south or southwest windo a | the airst place himselt, eagerly snatch. |ter. Bay windows are 'ed up Dorset's paper, and instantly !hot, dry alr. K broke into a shout of laughter, echoed | from an open "{by all the rest, as they read the prize | the leaves each day with tepid w '| composition, which ran as follows: To begin : ro "Pay to John Dryden, on Demand, |anfums, - of 'Ono Hundred Guineas. -- | pecially = == IMalden