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The Phantom of the BY GASTON LEROUX hav* torn off my mask and who there I fore can never leave me airain! As long M you thought ine handsome, you could have come back, I know you ^^ would h«v« come hack . . . but, now | â-  M«^^«0^ thiit you know my hideouanesa, you I I III I M woakl run away for good. ... So I ^U^£4^ shAlt keep you here! . . . Why did i M you want to see me? Oh, mad Chris- ! tine, who wanted to see me! . . When 'W' own father never saw me and when mv mother, so as to never ae^ ii)e, made me a present of my first ^ f â-  - I ^-â€" â€" ^~^^=^~-« i â-  i.»».^â€" .^â€" »»p»â€" ^â€" M mask!' He had let go of ma at iast and I ilAP'l'KK XI. â€" (Cont'd.^ |,n.^- toiiKUmtr. 1 lu-jjaii that work was dragging nimself about on the! "Before antwering that" Raid ***"'y y*^" ago. When I have flnieh- floor, uttering terrible sobs. And then ! Kaoul a' 'ast sp^wkitig very sluwty ***' ' shall take it away with me in he crawled away like a snake, went j "I shoud like to kiiow with what feel ***** coffin and never wake up again.' into his room, closed the door and left ing he inapirea you, vinoe you do not "^"1 J^^^lj^^u "^ it as seldom as you me alone to my reflections. Presently hatv him." '^'"'' ' "*'**• "* replKHl, 'I sometimes I heard the sound of the organ; and '•With horror!" she said "That is *''""'' ** *' ''"' '*»w^**" ^'^V'^ "."** then I began to understand Erik's con- thc terribit thing about it He fills "'K*'** togother, during which I live temptuous phrase when he spoke about me with horror nnd I do rvot hate him. **" """T ^"â- ^' ?"f«,':V^" ' T^ ^°'" **P*''"" '"H"'"^' ^'"^ ' "^^^ *'*''""'* *"* How can 1 hat.- him, Raou:? Think of ^'^^.'.^.u^i.f J.V"!:V J^j'Lj?^.?i°^a.'^ ""^^^ _''l''*^^^^^^^ *X^'"^ *•"*,' ' ^f^ Erik ut m '~ "" " '" '" ' ' "^ ' "" lake, underg V feet in the h'ousi' on the something out of your Do _ rground He accuses him- ufnpf^nl'' ' asked, thinking to ple:ise umphant (for 1 had not {C doubt but «e:f, he curses himself, he implores my ^""• .JX*>^ "*,""* "*'^'*T a«k me that,' that he had rushed to his ma.st«rpiece forgivei««s! ... He conTesses his he said, in a gloomy voice. 'I willplav to forget the horror of the moment) oves me' He lava at mv y"" Mozart, if you like, which will seemed to me at first one long, awful, ^„..'. _„ J .___:.. f..., •' only make you weep; but my Don magnificent sob. But, little by little. Juan, Christine, burns; and yet he it expressed every emotion, every suf- feet an immense and tragic love. . He has carried me off for love! .... , . , i ^. > ti- . , . • . , . . â€" ..,â- .- â€" -.-; He ha.<i imprisoiM^i me with him, J?. "«* '^''"'^'^ ''y. '"â- *J?'"»u"*r^"- iff'!"? '^^ ^K""^ mankind is capab.e. umU-rground, for love! ... But he 7}SiV^}l?" ,'^^J!'}.''^?^.*?x.}}^Jl^TJl\JP^^^^.'^}^ ^ opened the eumes all those who approach it. For- ' when I look at you, it will be because tunately, you have not come to that I am thinking of the splendor of your music yet, for you would lose all your ! genius!' Then Erik turned round, for rretty coloring and nobody would he l>elieved me, and 1 also had faith in know you when you returned to Paris. ' myself. He fell at my feet, with Let us sing something from the Opera, | words of love . . . with words of love Christine Daae.' He spoke these last \ in his dead mouth . . . and the music words as though he were flinging an had ceased ... He kissed the hem of my dress and did not see that I closed my eyes. "What more can I tell you, dear? offered it ... he offered t<j show me the mysterious road . . . Only .... only he rose too . . . and 1 was nmd« to rememt)cr that, tliough he was not an nngcl, nor a ghost, nor a genius, he remained the voice ... for he sang. And 1 listened . . . and stay- ed! .. . That night, we did not ex- change another word. He sang me . ,„u „♦ ^^ .. to sleep. 1 '"*"'* **- *"*• "When 1 woke up, 1 was alone, ly- , "What did you do?" ing on a sofa in « Bimply furnished "I had no time to thinit about the ^ , »u » j tx little Udroom, with an ordinary ma- mi-nning he put into his words. We J"" «"ow the tragedy. It went on hogany bedstead, lit by a lamp stand- at once began the duet in Othello and ; ^oj". « /<jrS'? IT* ?r"l? during ing on the marble top of an old Louise- already the catastrophe was upon us.; which I lied to him. My lies were as Phil'.ipe chc«t of drawor.s. 1 soon dis- 1 eang Desdemona with a despair, a:|V'»«°"'' «« 1"^ monster who inspired novered that I was a prisoner and terror which 1 had never displayed be- 1 fP«'": but they were the price of my that the only outlet from my room fore. As for him, his voice thundered | "'>«''ty- , ' burned hi.s mask; and I led to a very comfortable bathroom, forth his revengeful soul at every note. I '""""Kcd so well that, even when he On returning to the bedroom, I saw Love, jealousy, hatred, burst out!w»« net singing, he tried to catch my on the chest of drawers a note, in red around us in harrowing cries. Erik's i ^yo. ''ke a «oK 8'"'nK /'y its master, ink, which said, "My dear Christine, black mask made me think of the na- "e was my fajthful slave and paid you need have no concern as to your tural mask of the Moor of Venice. He>P end.ess little attentions. Gradu- fate. You have no better nor more was Othello himself. Suddenly, I felt'^'-y- I gave him such confidence that respectful friend in the world than a need to .see beneath the mask. I : he ventured to take me walking on the myself. You are alone, at present, in wanted to know the face of the voice,! »a"»8 «i *"« fake and to row n»e in this home which i.s yours. I am going nnd, with a movement which I wasi*^® l>«at on its leaden waters; toward out shopping U> fetch you all the utterly unable lo control, swiftly my, the end of my captivity he let me things that you can need.' I felt sure fingers tore away the -mask. Oh, hor through the gates that closed the that I had fallen into the hands of a ror, horror, horror!" underground passage in the Rue madman. I ran around my little Christine stopped, at the thought of ?^"^*'-"tf,„* ,*=h^^*^^^^ apartment. looking for a way of the vision thatZd 'scared her, while ^"Ij^^^.'ll ^%*^*^„,^?^-; ^ escape which 1 could not find. the echoes of the night, which had , ^,?^h « ^nff^tv <?,^^W wK^Vh T w^c" S^% wa., the state of mind . in ^.peated the name of grik. now thrice ^^ ^^P^^;, ^I'^l'if^irlrM^^^f wliich Lnk found me. After giving moaned the cry: three taps on the wall, he walked in "Horror' Horror! quietly through a door which I had Horror!" rot noticed and which he left open. n i j /^i. • >• i • ^ He had his arms full of boxes Vnd . R«"" "â- ']^ ^*'"«V'lt' .'â- "'^••*P"^K each parcels and arnanged them on the bed, ''l^''' '^^T'l' ""'-^ *'^*"' ""^^ *** ^^^ in a leisurely fashion, while I over- 5*1''\ that shone in a c.ear and peace- whermcKl him with aliu.se and called ^"' ^''y- »*"«"' «"<* = upon him to take off his mask, if it , "Strange, Christine, that thus calm, covered the face of an honest man. «>ft night should be so full of plain- He replied serenely, 'You shall never jtive Hounds. One would think that it nee Erik's face.' I was sorrr)wing with us." "1 was very angry, slammed the' "When you know the seciet, Kaoul, door in his face and went to the bath- j you'' <«>â- Â». like mine, will 1«; full of room. . . . When 1 came out again, lamentations." feelint;- greatly refreshe<l, Erik .said | f^he took Raoul's protec^ting hands that h^ loved me, but that he would j "i hers, and, with a long shiver, con- nevi-r tell me so exi:ept when I allowed | tinucd: him and that the rest of (he time "Yes, if I lived to be a hundred, 1 would be devoted to music. 'What do I should always hear the superhuman cry of grief and rage which he uttered when the terrible sight appeared be- fore my eyes. . . . Raoul, you have Tender Leaves II and tlp« ts««d In n SALAM' GREEN TEA are sealed in alr-ti^t alumlnutn foil* Their IresK flavor Is finer tKan anr Japan or Cvut^powder. Trx SALfADA. you mean by the rest of the time?" I asked. 'Five days,' he said, with de- cision. I asked him ii I should then he free and he said, 'Yn'i will be free, Chri.stine, for, when tbo.se five days Trial by Water. Among the tribes of the hilly re- gions of Orissa, iu India, trial by water Is still employed to settle dis- putes. A sacred Ian!; called I'hulbani is used In such trials, and its waters are eomsidered holy. In a trial by water the resiilunts of two or three villages sit round the tank, and the two eon- testing parties, j.ccompanied by their secoiulH. each arine'l with a long pole, wait a short distance away. The priest then cluinl.s this prayer to the sun: "The giver of Light J'r<l Strength, the are past, you will have N-arned not to i 'ps, and, perhaps, if you were not the see me; and then, from time to time, j victim of a nightmare, you saw his you will come to see your poor Erik!' j death's head at Perros. And when He pointed to a ohair oppositi' him, i .v<>u .^aw Red Death slall<ing about at seen death's heads, when, they haveifaee of Truth has been covered hv a been dried nnd withfi-ed by the centur-i„,,^t of gold; .send down your shafts of Wisdom and remove, the veil ob- scuring the reality. '- at !! -mall talile, and I sat down, feel- ing greatly perturbed. However. I ate a few prawns and tl c wing of a chicken and drank half a glass of tokay, which he had him.self, he told me. brought from the Konigsl)erg col- la'-.*. Erik did not eat or drink. I the last masked ball. But all those To insure the non-lnterferenct.' of demons of the uiulerworld who may asked him v\-hat his nationality wa.s ^ extreme anger, the mighty fury of a and if that name of Erik did not point! demon; and not a ray of light from to his .Scandinavian origin. lie said | the .sockets, for, as 1 learned later, that he had no nam<' and no country : you can not see his blazing eyes ex- and that he had taken the name of j cept in the dark. Erik by accident. , "I fell back again.st the wall and "After lunch, he ro.se an.l gave me ' he came ii|) to m<i, grinding his teeth, t»M- tips of his lingers, saying he would """; ".^ ' '^'''' "I'"" "'V "^''^'f- "«' '"•'^•''<'" mad. incoherent words and curses at me. leaning over me, he cried, 'Look! You want to see! .See! Feast your eyes, glut your soul on my cursed ugliness! l^ok at Erik's face! Now you know the face of the voice! You death's h<'ads were motionless and , be lurking In the pool beneath the holy their dunil) honor was nut alive. But i waters, a chicken is fed and watcre<l imagine, if you can. Red Death's mask^ and offered to the ilemon.s. This done ••uddeniy coming to life in order to I the contesting parlies walk intc the four buiek holes of | „,„tp,. f„iiowp(i i,y their .secoii:ls. When and its mouth, tlie BECOMINGâ€" AND SO EASY TO MAKE. I The essence of daintiness, this, nightgown of French origin, fashion- ed of flesh color crepe de chine with! deep lace bertha. It is quite the easiest i thing to make; there are just two| pieces, front and back, gathered at the oval neck into a narrow binding. The bertha may be fashioned of lace any width desired, or of the material itself, and edged with narrow lace. 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Patterns sent by return mail. Rnk Chimney, Roeeate In the dawn, the cbinuieye •how the first sign* of the day's awak- ening. How busy tbey are theee win- ter momtocia! All •ummer long they loafed, staring upward T««a&Uy at tlte heaTeos. Now their sombre mouths, Iap»ln« from the tbln whispering dnr- i i9C the sleepy Dtght when their scarce- ly p«rceptlble Tapor merged with the . •haidee of evening, are flUed to orer- flowlug and are speaking volumes. The squat, truncated chlnmey talks | In puffs. Taller, slenderer and more I graceful ones are sendlne; up splrale and waverlnc flogeTB of smoke. Each Is speaking in character, Kach of the little phik chimneys In the neighbor- hood huddled in the trough of the two hills is growing artlcnlate. They seem to greet the other In a kindred tongue. "Good luorninc" and "How de doe" are said lij, smoke. Some use higb, trembling voices from slender throats, while others res-pond" with black bil- lows, denoting bees tones. Within each painted hpuae of wood, day has begun In earnest. The pink 1 chimneys give this signal over m3un- ! tain side and valley. Mrs. PuIeUer is ' up. Her chimney has spoken. Every- j where Is seen the writing of the »ky. But one must be a neighbor and know the ways of chimneys to read thle writing. Each has a separate story to tell the experienced reader. A vaporous veil ascends from the rose-tone chiniiiey etobed witli noire j that is solidly »et on the sloping green ! roof of Mrs. Farnham's house. Its [ contribution to the fast mantling blue | of morning Is spreading over Omar's ' Inverted bowl. This wavering pyra^ j mid of almost transparent smoke be- tokens a tasty btit slight breakfast. Other roaring flres sending thick billows rolling from chimneys may connote oatmeal and pancakes and other heavy matutinal tare. But off ambles the smoke In the sky, crumbling and disappearing quickly into the crowded air, having told its story. MInard's Liniment for sore throat. expre.ss, with the its eyes, its nose like to show me over his flat; but I snatchinl away my hand and gave a cry. What I had touched was cold and, at the same time, bony; and I remembered that his hands smelt of death. 'Oh, forgive me!' he moaned. And he optMied a door l)efi)re me. 'This is my liedroom, if you care lo see it. It is rather curious.' Hi.- manners, hi;? words, his attitude gave me confi- dence and I went in without hesitn the water reaches their armpits they take the poles and, having fl.Ned iliom in tlie l)ed of. the tank, stand liolding tliem for a minute whilst they turn to the oas and mutter a prayer to the sun. Then slowly their heada are im- mersed In water. The man whose head come.s up (irst Ls the loser. This age-old custoiii has such a hold on the Imagination of the iiativa^ (hat often the party who knows he Is in the wrong w il come up tirsl of his own accord, lest Injury in the shape of were not content to hear me, eh? You' cramp or drowning i,s done to him by wanted to know what I looked like! i the powers concealed In tlie wa'.«r. Oh, you women are s'l imiuisitive! | Denial. There Is no lonelinass Save iioverty of soul That begs a passing prayer To make it full and whole. Tliere is no loneliness: .A pale narcissus h'.ooni .Makes gloriouw company In a deserted room. There i.s no loneline.'^^s; The rain's lute reaches far And wind songs' melodie.s Are echoe I from each star. There i.s no loueliuess: With lieanly all about, Only the eyts that see Not and the ears that doubt. -G«orge Elllston. MInard's Liniment relieves headache. Well, arc you satisfied'i good-looking fellow, eh'/ I'm a very . . When a tion. I felt a.s if I were ont-ring the woman has been me, as you have, she room of a d«-Hd p.Msou. The walls ' belongs U^ nw. She loves me forever were nil bung with hlnck. but, instead; ' af " '"".a '>f ,'>" Jun"- yon know! of the white trimmings that usually .And drawing hnn.se f up to hiy fua set off that funeral upholst.'ry, there height, with his hand on his hip, wag- wa.s an enormous stave of mrdo with ' .King the hideous thing that was his the notes of the Dies Irae, many times ' "*""' «" ^'s .shoulders, he roared, 'l^mk repeated. In the middle of the r.Kim 1 "t '"•'! I »'" ""n Jj'^n triumphant! was a canopy, fnmi which hung cur- 1 And, when 1 turned away niy head tains of red brocaded stuff, nnd. under ' »"'' hegged for mercy, he drew it to the canopy, an open coffin. 'That is ' him, brutally, twistin.ef his dead fingers where I .<ilevp,' said Krik. 'One has , "'*«,"'>' 'l"I''r. .. .., â-  â-  ., t.. get u.-*d to everything in life, even ! Enough! Knough! cried Raoul. to eternity.' The sight iip.'^.-t me so'"' *'' •*'" ^â„¢- "" hpaven s mime, much that 1 turned away my head. j Christine, tell me where the dining "Then I saw the keyboard of an organ which filled .one whole side of the walls. (In the desk was a mumc- l>ook covered with red notes. I asked l<-ave to look at it and read, "lion Junn Triumphant.' 'Yes,' he said, 'I com- INECTO RAPID The world's best hair tint Will rs- â- tore ffrav bsir to iU natunU color in 16 mlntitea. •mall site, t3.30 by mall Double sUo, mM by msil Tlie W. T. Pcmbcr Stores LImllatf 129 Vonge St. Toronto roim on the lake is! I must kill him!" "Oh, Raoul. listen, li.stcn! . . . He dragged me by my hair and then . . . and then . . . Oh, it is too horrible!" "Well, what? Out with it!" ex- claimed Hnoiil fiercely. "Out with i(, quirk!" "Th.m he hissed at mo: 'Ah, I frighten you, do I ? ... I <lare say! . . . Perhaps you think that I have ,iiK)lher mask, eh, and that this . . . this . . . my head is a mask? Well,' he roared, 'tear it off as you did the other! Come! Come along! Iinsi?t! Your hands! Your hands! (live me yv>ur hands!' And he sei7.i'd my hands and dug them into bin awful face. He t:ire his flp.«h with mv naiis, tore his terrible dead f\e*\\ witn my nails! . . . 'Know,' he .thcuted, while his throat throbbed and panted like a furnace know that I am built up of death frim head lo foot and that it is a ISSUE No. }â€" 'IV. up or that it (â- f>i-p.«o th.nt loves you and adores you and wil never, never leave you! . . . Look, I am not laughiiiir now, t am crying, crying for joii, Christine, who SUCCEEDS FORMER MONTREALER Ixird HueKniiihter. Knglisli Jurist, who renkues Sir Edwar.l M;i;kay iiiigar Hs head of a liiise oil concern wbtch has vast coni-pfslons all over the world. Ampricaii newspapers now refer lo bim as the John O. Rockefeller of Kng- iaiid .He wa."- In Canada last .summer lor the bar aseociation meeting. Chilblains Need Good Care. What can 1 put on chilblains that will cure them?" askh a reader. It de- pends npon your own general condi- tion. If >our are strong and hearty, with good circulation, you can get rid of them by using any local application that stimulates. Turpentine is a fav- orite witii some, iodine with others. The last time I mentioned chilblains in an article, some lifly people wrote in to give favorite iirei^criptlons. all dlf' terent. You can gnes•^ from this that almost anything will cure the kind of chilblain that goes away of Itself. Chilhiaius are somewiiat akin to burns in their cmirse. They are sec- tlotiK of devitalized tissue. When they ulcerate, a process of tissue building must lake place before repair ts com- plete. In persons who are old. 8ich.ly. or weak, this may take a long time. The ulcer nnist be cleaned up. Per- oxide of hydrogen will usually do tills. Then It mus.t be kept clean and the circulation encouraged while healing occurs, t'dlne is usnially a good ay- plication. .Alany chilblains do not ulcerate, but none the less, there Is a spot of Irrit- able tl.'=sue that Itches and burns in cold weather at the least provocation. This Is because there has been-enough froistbite to destroy some of the finer blood vessels. Eventually, there will be other vessels to do the work, but the building up proce&i is slow. Suf- ferer.s must protect their feet by wear- ing warm hoee, and shoes that are roomy and stout. Anything tight hin- ders recovery. On coming in from the cold, bathe the feet five or ten min- utes In cool water, then dry with rough towel and rub the feet until they glow. This will prevent much of the itching. and will hasten reiwlr. Those who have much trouble with ehllblaliw often are poorly nourished. They should eat the foods that buiW np and supply heat. Cream, butter, and eggs are among the bei.<t of these foods. Children may neefl cod liver oil. When they put on a few pound.n in weight and impi-ove the quality of the bloo<i. the chtlhlanis leave. 1 haven't .'flid much about what you should put on, because that l"? the question of least importance. In get- ting rkl of chilblains, the great thing is to build up the body, and thi.s can only he done by proper nutrition and protection. â€"Dr. t;. H. Lerrigo. C> - Thriftiest English Town? riymouih claims to he the lhrifilest| town In Rnglan:!. Its peoile have pur- ^ chE.Hed 1.675.000 Saving.^ Certiflcate.* \ in four yearr-i. an averagP of two per , he,id pf-r year, as compared with one ' and a half for the rest of the country. â-  He Makes Them Fly. j The ship's carpenteir Is called "Chijfa. " A White Night. ^ The snow had come to tranaform the earth. The hills about were maat- led In wlxitenees. "Winter," «»y» Alexander Smith, "is Mk« a Red In- dian, noble in his forests and boM- tudes, deteriorated by citiea and civlU- zatlons." Here was winter In all ita nobility, without stain. The entire landscape shares In tb« enlsrglng. purifying, quieting work of the snow. Stone walls, trees, busihie*, hedgerows, houses, fields, undergoing a smwir change, become imrt of a new and mjystlc earth. The snow hides. It also reveals. Old landmarks are oWlterated. Ttio divisions between thine and mine are no longer vlelble on the earth's sur- face. On tbe other band tax off hlUa and fields gain dlstlnotivene^. Blven a sprinkling of snow on the larger billia make them stand out nnore clearly. They reflect more light and the light makes a difference. It seeme a larger world, thla world of saoiw. It is a quieter world. Sounds are muilled. There Is something wonderfully im- pressive in the vast soUtiidee of the snow, especloUy by nlelit, beneaitb moon and stars^ On suidi a white night take an up- land road, on to the hUls. A steep way through the village wlUi its hondfal of cottages-, with their rough York- bluntly, yet have kindly fiearts. bluntly, yethave kindly hearts. On such a white night wonder la stirred. Tbe snow is fu41 of wonder. Just a fall of temperature and there arrives this loveliness. Where the thermometer never falla to freezing point, there Is no such renrelation. Th« stars on such a night are skio full of wonder. They seem at th«ir maximum brlUlanice and mystery. "There l» no speedii or language, their voice ia not heard." Yet how long these stara have guided the goin£» and watched over the doings of men! By tieir light men from of old have come to their desired haven. Thiey knew where they were, by the aid of those con- stant lights. They shine over us with the same coniStancy and beauty aa they shone over ancient Egypt or Babylon. They are tlie revelation of the nlgiit. But for the darloiesa we had not seen the stars, us but tor the winter cold we bad not seen the snow. Schoolboy Howlers. "Geometiy teaches us to biscx angels; an oxygen has fight sides." The above are two gems froni a rich mine of schoolboy liowlers explored by Mr. R. Welldoii Finn in tlie "Kdu- cation Outlook." "A circle is a roumled straight line bent so that the ends meet," writee another youthful majth9matle.la.n; while another Inuiiorist^ on boiog ask- eil how many times 19 could be sub- tracted from a million, replied that he could do it as often as li« was as>ked to! Here are other delightful speci- mens : "An Insect can be kii'.cl by pinch- ing its boras." "A demagogue Is a vessel from which one drinks beer." " 'Efisays of Elia' ~ the aitempts of Klijah to get food." "The Pyramids divide France and Spain." "Henry I. died from a surfeit of pal- treys." "Under Heur>- Vill. tbo BiijJe was translated into L*tlu by Titus Oates, whom the king ordered to be chained up in eliurcb for greater security " writes one yout;bfiil ess.sytst. ' "Prince Heni-y was drown,»d In the WsBh. The story goes that he never smiled ag-ain," writes another. The reader, at least, is likely to smile againâ€" and again. Finger-Ring Lamp. .\ tiny electric lamp In a fingei-rin« is designed for writers, travellen*, and patients iu boispital wards. Tlie lamp throws light directly upon a she^t ot paper cr a pagn of a book, wifflclent lo write or read by. COUGHS THAT PASS jfN THE NIGHT J)mvJw/pea GRAYS SYRUP r?ED SPRUCE GUM lEaae and^m^t] I come with the very | firat apoonful n w,\rs. >s • (O V. .1 â-