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UI5 mmi BEGIN HERE TO-DAY. The marriage of Uol'.y and Kigo\ Bretherton proves unhappv. When war is declared, Higcl ,- g-ni to en'.ist. He leavea E><>lly under the cnro of Mary Furnival. Nigel Is killed and folly marries an o'.d sweetheart aivd Bails for America with him. When Nigel's brother, David, calls to see Nigel^ widow, Mary is uahumed to tell >.im of Dolly's marriage. David mistakes Mary for his brother's wife and takes her to live at Red' Grange with his aunt. Monty Kishcr exposes Mary to David. Mary disappciirs. Sho meets you I You don't know how I have de- ceived you!" « "You can tell nio all about it some day whsn >t)U are quite w<ell and strong; but now â€" well, I don't want yvu to tell mc anything cicoept how much you love me!" "You know 1 love you I" His jcalouii eyes sought her face. "Better than â€" than anyone else you have ever known ?" he. asked. She knew what he n\«aiit. She knew th«t he was thinking of his brother â€" thinking of Nigel, whom she had once Uived, but who seemed now to have an acquaintance, named Evans, who. . , , . ,. â-  , . , ,„,.„^^ sees her run over by a cab and taken' faded into the background of inemor- to a h-o.spitul. Evans tells Da\-id, and '<*• I>avld visits the hospital. NOW GO OM WITH THE STORY. "Oh. my dearest â€" my deareatl" he tMjid brokenly. "I always shall say," Miss Varney declared afterwards, "that she began "Better than anyone I have ever known!" she answered him. He seemed contented with that. For a moment lie Kut hol<iing her hand, without speaking; ; then ; "Nigel's wife wrote to me," he sai MakeYourOwn SOAP and Save Money! All you n«cd 14 was^c fafs and GILLETTS PURE I Vll^ FLAKE Lit E> flilf Difteheyis WifhEvetyCon V0UR6R0CER SELLS it! IDEAL^ -9 /^:, fe.^sa^ lost its poignancy, and he merely walked out of the room and shat the .[door rather forcibly. That was on David's <feddingr-day man." | Weak That was wo?k8 afterwards, wheii . aK""i- Mary was down at the- Red Granfre "David, I'm not good enough for again, with tho faint (lush of return- , y^" ' - ^^^^'^ ^^^^ '» ^^»n'< '**** 'â€" " ir« strength in her white face. "« inttrrupt.-d gont.y, She was lying out on the lawn, I "'I am the best judge of that, sweet- under the shady elms, and Miss Var- heart. Dearest, when will you marry ney was watching from the op«i win- , "n®^" i She shook her head, trying to hide . ' her cj^s. ' j "You don't really mean it; you're I just sorry for me!" dow. It wa.s David to whom she spok?; and he turned nway with e little self- conscious laugh. "You ridiculous old lady!" he said But he came Kick t.x\(\ kissed hor. . "Andâ€" and dwsn't fhe kn<yw I'm "">- >'«•" thnt 1 wish h<.T£-7" he inquir<^, with an ffTort. ; bcin^ sorry for you I- Ho did not answer at once. "If being' so utterly iniserab'.e with- I were dead is then I suppose Miss Va:.'-.ey laughed. jJ "»'!" '''-â- â-  •'"''d slowly. "If hating "I never tod her a v/«rd. She's 'v^ry mornant of every day witliout afraid of you, David, I do believe. She >â- Â«'- '« \x^\r\V. so-rry for you, thenâ€" always tum.s her face aw.iy when 1 Mary, iiuw can you waste time talking speak about you â€" nut that I speak 1 about you very often," she added mis- 1 chievous'y. David hftj been away for the last : fortnight. A.s vy^n ns Mary wan out ' of danger he had left home. j It was a golden afternoon â€" one of i the l)ri(rht?.st gems from the wonderful ;' necklace of June days. The bees were ' droning pxepily in the roses; birde ' chirruj:-:^d in the sunrhine. .Somewhere ' at the back of the hou.ie a dog barked. ! Mary rlosod her eyep. It was bo ^ fc-oo.'l to l)e here after the noise and i heal of London; so trood tn lie ptill ! .•mil forget everything that had wor- 1 rii'd nnd hurt her. If only David wer© ' here Ijt'vide her, and â€" i She opened her eyes with a little inip:itio'it siph, and found him V^onding over her. Tor an in<;tant she could not move; then, with u stifled cry, she started up. The blond rushed to her heiid, the old terrible f<!eling of weakness over- whelmed her. David laid her gently bark on the pi'lowF. He took hor shaking hands in his, p.nd held them in the stronK, comf<rting firrasp of her tireiims. 'iMary, you're not afraid of nie? Oh, my darling, if you knew how I have longed to tee you!" She tried to answer, but the tears c.ime, and .'^he could fijid no words. David l)o:it and kiss?d the hands he held. "If you cry, I shall go away. If you cry, 1 shall believe you don't want to see nie. Mary, <ly you- -could you ever care f:)r me?" It wa.s a dream, of c<»urfe it was â€" Mary closed her eyes. It was so good to be here. such nonsense?" he demanded half seriously, half in fun. "I love you, and that's just alC ab.>ut it, and if you won't marry meâ€"" The gho.st of a .smile crept into her eyes. "I didn't say I wouldn't," she sub- mi tte<l. CHAPTER LXII. IIIK I.rni,K (iOD BATISKIED. It was some time afterwards before she could make him "talk sensibly," as she called it; some time Ixsfore she could make him teM her how he had found her, and a'.l alx>ut younff Evans. Bh- kept on fiyinK it to herwlf over I "'^^<='^ Mr, Evans!" she said half nnd over again. It was none of it , H«*y- "I>«vi<». >e was so good tome! gray- verger, who smiled and wished e-zery- body "Good luck !" half a dozen times. It was nearly tlie end of June then. "The most wonderful June in all the world!" so Mary said as she and David drove away together. "I only \vish everyone could be «b happy as I am!" Iler thoughts went back to yxjung Evans and Dolly; and she wondered if it wcro very selfish of her to be so utterly happy and contented. And then the picture of a lonely grave somowhe-re in France flitted through her mind, where lay nJl that was mortal of the man she had once loved, and for a moment a little sha- dow fell over her face. Life was such a puzzle! It seemed hard to explain why he should be there, lonely and already almost for- gotten, whilst she who had loved him best was hero -with David, and hap pier than she had ever been in all her life. "What are you thinking about, sweetheart?" David asked her. And slje lifted her face to his, as she answered; "Only how glad I am to be your wife!" And David saidâ€" But here the little god who had been sitting between them with folded wings, chuckling' at his own cleverness in having brought about yet anothar lovtMnutch, stretched them wearily and yawned l>efore he flew away. For, lifter a!l, what David was saying was only what he had heard many, many times before, and it i>ored him stiff. It was very ill-mannered of him; but neither David nor Mary would have cared, had they known. For David's arm was round her waist and her head was on his shoulder, and both their faces were turned to the sunshine, and a future which they ^^1c>uld share tug-ether. (The End.) 9 Ask Your Grocer For It "SAUD&" GREEHTEA„ Superior to any oth«r tfr«en tea eold. A SMART ONE-PIECE FROCK. If you are partial to the straight silhouette, you will find much to ad- mire in this distinctive one-piece frock of flannel. The straight bodice smart- ly fa.stons under a flat plait at tlve centre front, and added width is achieved by the use of an inverted plait each side of the skirt front. The back is in one piece and quite plain, except for a narrow l}elt which ties in a chic l)ow. The collar is of the fitted type, and th:> long sleeves are finished with cuffs. Buttons adorn the novel patch pockets and front closing. No. 1209 is for misses and small women and is in sizes 16, 18 and 20 years. 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The luncheon dishee are whlsfced out of the way, the kHchen is "redd up," and she flies to her room to drees. I slip out, glance up the back Btalrs, go to the range and poke the Are, change the draughts, shift the ketUe a llttte, then hastily retreat to the imrlor, and play the piano, with the soft pedal dcywn, until I hear the back door shut. Then! No more piano for me! I can play the piano fmy time. I walk swiftly and boldly out Into the kitchen â€" my kitchenâ€" my kitchen. I perch on the table and swing my feet, in a glory of poseesslon. What shall I make? I go over to the range again. Good Areâ€" good oven. I can make any- thing, anything! . . .1 go to the pan- try and scan its coatents. I am always careful to have It well stocked on these days. ... I pick up the cook- book and resume my perch. I am In no spectail hurry. It is not yet four, aad one can do almost anything between four and half-past six. The telephone rings. I go, with my thumb in the cooky recipes. ... I hang up the receiver with a algh of relier. Yes, I thinkâ€" ginger cookie-J. Hester and Tom will be In soon -and they're so good when they're just out of the oven. . . . The front door opens and shuts, there is a slampcdi? of i'wX up and down »tain<. Then the kitchen door bursts oi>eu. "Oh, good! It's Sarah's (lay out! Hester! Come ou. It's Sarah's day out!" Hester arrives. "May we make the toast?" "May I set tho Uble?" "What do I smell?" "May I stir?" "May we scrape the bowl?" "May w^ make griddle-cakes?" It is like a frog chorus In spring. Perhtps I try to be severe. "Griddl'S-cakes? Non-sansel Who ever heard of griddle-cakes at night? Cinge.r cookiet^ are queer enough. Be- slil'js, they don't go well together." ".N'o matter! ^Vho carcsl Wo ;U- ways do nice, queer things vihcn Sarah la out. .Xnd we can cat up all the j cookif.s as soon as they're done, and tlwn they won't interfere with the ' cakt«." I It makes very llttlo difference how ! It turn.s out. what thing.v tliiully get | iiroke-d. Tlie important thing is, that the cooking goes merrily on, sod Joyj reigns. It la, I maintain, a ]oy to relo4o<, In. I am heartily sorry for the i>eopIei who never do their own cooking . . ., A busy mother who wa» a wond«rfDl| cook, oooe raid to me: "SometimesI It hardly seems wvrth while to cook! things when tlvey go fast; but then. l| think after all, they leave behind them a memory of a Jolly home table that does last, so perhaps It pays." â€" From Days Out €Uid Other Papers," by Eliza- 1 beith Woodbridge. MInard's Liniment for Neuralgia. Recessional. The flood ebba â€" Flowers that foamed In About the thresholds of the year In a sprlog tide. Multicolored, palpitant. Leaves of delicate pattern. Grass that thrilled Its whisper of creeo^ cr««t oft Across grey earth. High rides the glowing autumn, Goldpetaled, ruddy-leafed, Bplcy-\ breathed. Where the ware draws full. And overturns its harvest of rlclfc bloom Down the long beeches southward; Leaving to the mother-breasted eun The sJeeplng forms of rose anO dahlia,, Of sllk-white violets â€" Until the reclaiming chime of April's hour, And the rush of the returning tide. - -Grace Clementine Howes.' -- â€" ♦- And the Apples Are Good. About this time of year the news- paper eiUtors, who print three lines of news of the day on the front page and! continue the rest In th» back of the paper, want to know why the farmers put the large apples on the top of the barre'l. _ Dutch Women Make Bricks. In Holland many women are em-, ployed in the brick yards. MONEY WANTED 12% Paid on Amounts from $100 to $5,000. Best of Security. For full information address Mid-Continent Bond Corporation 331 Bay Street, Toronto 2 Enquiries treated confidentially. I true. Shi; was just sleepinjc, and j "I *""'«â- â€¢ ' «UPP««> I ouprht to be would wake up soon to the old longing! k1"<1. •'"^ J'"' J'"*^- ' '*»'"'' ' *" l««'o"-'' and <-inptinesK. But dream-lips can passionate kisses; not [T've passionate kisses; dream- arms cannot hold one in a stronpr, coni- /ortinj? clasp! "Diivid!" She tried to liold him oflf, to prutcat that she was not worthy. Hut he only faugh<-d. "You are not to call my wife ugly , ^'^'^ of everyone who speak.H to you, Mary." "Vou need not !«," she told him shyly. "But if you could help him a litt'.t - 1 should lik( to help him a lit- tle, David." "You shall do what you like, my queen!" "David, doe.i Miss Fijher know about me?" nana-- :â-  he said fondly. I She flushed up to her eyes, meeting And then hlie br<.kc down and cried , !"»• He kissed the hand he held. j^Ujii, "Does she know that 1 lovo you, "Hut oti.y Wause I am so happy!", you mean?" he asked tenderly. "Well, she told him. "Oh, D»vid, if j-ouj I Rhould think she must guess, though knew liuw much I have wanU-d to see' I huven't exactly told her." He he.<vl- Look Within. Almost simultaneously there appear In the press Iwo oipressloua of opinion which, placed sl<le hy .side, are mutual- ly explanutory. On> Is that of a lady who has Just rtnrnod from traveling alono In Africa, and who says that the Dark Continent Is not nearly so wild as Home pretend; the other Is that ofi an Kngllsh visitor to Glasgow, who] says that its nt&nners are much worse | than they should be. Adventures ore! to the adventurous; If tlio lady travel- 1 er had been of a quarrelsome nature. If sho had annoyed the rhino and riled the buffalo, they would. In all proba- bility, hnvt; got as wild for her us for anybody else. And if the Satsenach explorer found nomething wanting in our manners, It may have l>een be- cause there was a luck In his own. But the probability Is that he failed to un- derstsnd iis.â€" Otaigow Herald. «-- â€" jroul itated; tlu-n : "What are you thinking. 'Not moK- thai'. I wanUd you, my. now?" he aske<l. j B^pot ;•• "Only that -that I used to bo jeal-l It fte«'ine<l iiniM.p.^'ibU thiit it was ous of he/. She i.i so l)fKUtiful, and' really bavld saying nuiii loving I â€" â€" " I things. Rho had i.Iwrjs Ixen a little' "Ycu an- th.> most beautiful womali Afraid of him, alwayr, held liim u little in awe: and yd now- She broke out tif n\blint; y : "IJut ytiu don't know; I hav* n't ti/.d '^. ft with o SiMONDS^ in the world I'l me!" I And then but uft'-T that even », liiiKiit!')'-*d lilackinrd up in the tree, overhead lo; t interest in the conversa- tion, and n« w away t« look forsonie-' thing to cut. i And ti.-! <ny person who was not at a'.l i-LuJied with the «rrunif*rnent of affairs was Fall o' the Year. Thin Is the monlng airâ€" Thin and clear And brittle ns fine glas.M, The light wind tinkles a.t it flils Along the dun Kras;-. Fnlnt Is the bluebirds' nolt- Palnt and sweetâ€" A very thrend cf sound. From the tall maple tree It drifts Softly to the ground. Hot ia the noonduy sun - Hot anJ still The valley lies asleep, In the shorn meadows the swart crows Solemn meeting keep. Choose Your Own Prize Not Doing a Thing. Prof. (rtuuluctlnE exam.) -"Jones, what Is lhi;l hook dolus und:r >;)Hr desk " Mtudo (KtarlJig closely at book)â€" )or:rVisho7.'she~<kc:rre'd """» """ ''"'"« « """«' ""•' »"*' ' '^»" I that David had been forced into mitrrying Mary, and persisted in ' alluding l<> him as "poor David," until even Monty lost his temper, ' and told hsr it was u pity Fhe could not liido her chaflrriii instoud of show- ing it to (•verybo<ly, This bi ' of tears. ♦- The Kentish Hop Crop. Neil nil the hops grown In the fielils iif Kent go 1(1 the Ilr'tlsh brewers, for It is snid thai the dyers take moat of tho hops grown In nil Knfcland. The ught forth the usual burst harvnstlnn of the crop Is uncertain liuslnnns. for picking cannot begin uu- "How unkind you «rc! Nobody (n the hops aro rlpo and they noon curi.s in the least how unhappy 1 am, pix>]i. The pods must go to the oasts iir what l>ecoines of nie!" or drying l|IUis, as noon as the.y nxo But Monty h'ld heard the same picked, and If the pickers are too enei- plainlive wnil so mar.y tin'*e it had get Ic there in wanle. Tall are the roving clouds â€" TaU and fliK-t The s<iuadrona of tho air. They crowd sail bravely to the breeie. Over seas to fare. Dim is the setting sun- Dim ajul pale â€" And shrouded In ^ay wr.ick. Tho wise cows ejirly from the hills Horae'wnrd turn them back. Swift Is the gathering dusk Swift and shrewd The breeze? uk it falls,' A house dodv cloao!'.. 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