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Thé maximum of nourishment and palatability. Just beat = then serve minimom trouble and cost. 4 -| the belt that fastened his tunic. Ganongs' "Chocolates ARE THE BEST 116 BROCK ST.' Plione 1442 House 732 Are you one of those to whom every meal is another source of suffering ? Na-Dru-Co Dyspepsia Tablets will help your disordered stomach to digest any reasonable meals, and will soon restore it to such perfect con- dition that you'll never feel that you have a stomach. Take one after each meal. 50c. a Box at your Druggist's. Made by the National Drug and Chemical Co. of Canada,' Limited. filifrgpieat H nih THE SECRET oF PAUL FARLEY =» JOBN MARCH -- GAPTENR OF "A CHILD OF MANY FRAY KERS," TC) : in Canada by The British & Colonial Press Bupglind Exohusbesly » a "1 don't know--why, 1 believe it's the Wycherly boy. Pull up, doctor, 1 wonder what he is doing here." "Mother on her wedding trip, little son enjoying his spell of unrestrained liberty. Shall we give him a ride?" Paul assented with a lightsome laugh that pleased Hunter exceeding: ly, and stooping, he made a snatch at the little fellow and hoisted him up by They stood him on the cushion between them. Paul wognd his arm around him, pushed back his own bat, re moved his glasses, and turned his face up to the cnild. "Do you know me, .chappie?"' he asked eagerly; "you said you would recognize me again anywhere." "Yes, 1 know *you," he answered, stroking his face, "you are the man who kissed me; you are the man who keeps the goat away." #Bravo!" Paul exclaimed, lifting him down. "You're a smart boy! Is mo- ther at home?" he asked, as the child cuddled to him. Guy shook his head, gave vent to a hoarse laugh, and licked his hand. Paul started; the action shocked him. The contact of the little warm tongue opened up a vista of a dreary waste of childhood. With his delicate In- sight and fertile imagination he beheld the rough, harsh, lonely child-life, the poor little life spent outside the Larches, in the stables, in the, ken- nels, out gmong the animals and brute creation, from whom he had received all that he knew of love and kindness. That this ruined piece of humanity was the instrument selected by Mrs. Wycherly to accomplish any fell de- sign, Paul never doubted for sm in- stant. He felt he held the future, the arbiter, of Felix's fate in his arms, and in the throe of the wretched con- viction the boy's head rested like a lump of lead upon his heart. The vastness of his powerlessness, his in- ability to meddle with what was shrouded in impenetrable mystery terrified him. There was nothing he could do but walt; wait with a bleed- ing heart for the 'something' that was casting its black shadow in advance across his path. He looked from the boy's innocent face to the myriad ef calm, serenely-smiling stars and tried hard to believe that up above, behind that stretch of laden blue, there ex- isted a Bupreme Omnipotent Power allied to a tender, tearful Pity; a something he might depend upon, that would . combat, would frustrate disaster, and prove all-sufficient for every anxious, racking fear, for every separate human need. They were in the private road, now belted on either side by acacia trees, and Hunter pulled close to the hedge as he perceiyed the Hall brougham ap- proaching. Sir Thomas leaned from the window and shouted to Birch, who' brought the greys to a standstill In masterly style beside the doctor's gig. "lI am going to the station to meet Lady Hargrave," he said, in a voice that quavered like the speech of an old man; "I.shall want to see you, Far ley, on my return. I shall expect to find you in." "Yes, sir," he sald, somewhat sur priséd. "I shall be in and at your ser: vice." y The brougham sped on, and the gig came slowly out from the hedge. "There's something wrong," Hunter said, with conviction. : "Yes, 8ir Thomas looks as If he had received some kind of a blow. What are you going to do with the boy?" "Take him back to the Larches." «1 don't expect to be able to go to London to-night, but I will hurry off early to-morrow. I'll get down here. Thank you, good-night. Take care of the poor, wee chap, and above all, sir, take care--keep in touch with Felix." Hunter waved his whip, gave a re- assuring answer, turned his trap care- fully round and was soon out of sight. Paul finished the journey with an easy, swinging gait, and, entering the library to seek for letters, found James on his knees tending the fire. "Something has happened since I went out; may I know what ft fis, James? 'I might be of some use." "You are very good, sir; yau al ways are. It's the master, sir, he's sorely troubled, and I'm afraid you can't bear his burden {or him. He's a good master. I was brought up with him, as you may say, Having lived page with Bir Thomas's father. We were boys together, you see, sir. I grew up a young man along side of Mr. Tom. I've known and entered into most of his joys and sorrows, sir, and a trouble like -this weighs on me like as though it were my very own." "May you tell me the trouble?" "You are bound to know it, sir; it's the young lady--Miss Judith." "What has she done?" he asked in a sudden bewildering fright. "Has she--hids she done anything to-- James, you know what I mean--1I don't like to put it into words." "No, sir; no, no," he said, terrified at the expression on Paul's face. "She have threatened to, but the Lord send | it mayn't come to that." |. Paul took out his handkerchief and wiped his forehead. "It's# her reputation, sir; she've soiled her reputation." : z "Reputation be hanged!" he ex- claimed, uvloading his overcharged heart. "lI beg your pardon, James," he added immediately; grasping the man's hand, "but 1 am so awfully re lieved, I--well---I conldn't tell. what had happened." "It might be worse, but it's bad . I've always heard, sir, the tation of a young lady in Miss ith's station is very delicate and easily smirched. It's like a bank, sir, the | wath of suspicion or doubt s exactly square brings about a panic, and it's out-and-out ruin or years of uphill work to recover the ing, and turning over the letters. "Woman bas walked so completely into man's sphere, and they are work: "ing so naturally and equally, shoulder to shoulder on the same plane in life that it's difficult to lay down & boun dary line where one sex may step ove! and the other not." - James looked, smiled, and left the room with an enlightened air, &' though he was not altogether cor vinced of the efficacy. of the seni ment. Paul read, answered, and file the letters with marvellous celerity and commenced to unlock the drawe: containing the electioneering docu ments, when Sir Thomas's well-know! step sounded in the hall outside. He looked up hastily in time to see the baronet close and lock the library door. said in answer to Paul's look of sur- prise. "I want a word with you, and it must be slone--absolutely private and confidential." The fresh face showed sallow in the lamp light, the clear eyes looked blear ed, the strong hearty voice sounded subdued and quavering. The man's whole demeanor had obviously under gone a flagrant change. He seemed feeble and timid, not:sure of himself. and his troubled eyes had an implor- ing expression in them when they met Paul's. "You are not 'well, sir," he seid, drawing his own especial chair to the fire; "will you eit here?" Sir Thomas dropped into it, thank ful for the substantial support it af forded his trembling limbs. "Can you bring to mind, Farley, the day we discussed Judith's infatuation for you? Do you. remember," he pro- ceeded, as Paul bowed in answer, "do you remember mie saying I would ne- ver allow a daughter of mine to marry a man in your position, of your socal status, and precarious antecedents?" Paul, leaning on the writing-table staring at him, bowed again. "Well; I retract that statement. If you have the least regard for Judi h a spark of feeling for her that she can fan into a flame, I shall be willing, proud, pleased, to welcome you as my gon-in-law. "No; don't answer on the spur of the moment; take time to consider, to inspect the advantages accruing from such a position. You are ambitious, you have your eyes on a Ministerial seeretaryehip, but my Influence can carry you considerably beyond that. 1 have found out who supplied the 'Times' with those half-dozen articles which caused that furoré; conse quently, my son-in-law and the man' who wrote them is competent to fill any post the country will be willing and anxious to offer him. 1 wish to be quite plain, straight, and honest with you. I had hoped this mania of Judith's would wear itself out in time. A while back I thought she intended to content herself with Pelham, but the unfortunate relapse, this recru- descence of the malady, has swept her off her balance. Still, given what she desires, I believe the child will be as mentally healthy as you or I, and Ju- dith really is a nice, pretty, loveable girl. This interview somewhat humiliating to me, and goes against the grain, Farley, but I promised Ju- dith 1 would: make this concession; I. promised 1 would do my utmost to induce you to propose to her. It came to pass like this: I carelessly left your letter -about, I don't know where, but Judith found it and hit upon a bold, questionable stroke. Not knowing of your sudden return, she went yester day to the 'Pendennis' ostensibly to compromise both herself and you. She left a note saying what she had done, and that she was sure you would save her good name. My wife went to town to-day td fetch her, with the news you were here, and a message from me that if she returned I would de all in my power tq bring you two together, Will you look at the proposal all round, and tell me if you can meet my Clean Within ! : i i 24: "I don't wish to be disturbed," lel "But they are not your wishes, nor are they mine. 1 am sorry, sir, you should have been harassed, coerced, and driven into making me this gener- ous offer; I feel honored, siz, I--" "You are wrong, Farley; it's my wish as well as Judith's. I like you, in fact, the feeling goes beyond mete liking, and I should be exceedingly proud of you, I am sure. My wife feels as if you were an elder boy---she liked you from the first--and as & family we--we would each do our part to make you--" Sir Thomas bléw his nose, and look- ed up into Paul's flushed face. "You have been so good to me, sir," he said earnestly. "I honor, I esteem, 1 respect you beyond measure. I am so grateful for all your and Lady Har grave's kindness that 1 would sacrifice a great deal to set your mind at rest, but I cannot marry Miss Hargrave, Farley.' "Il am sure you would; you are the best husband, father, and master that ever breathed, and It huris me acutely to hear you ask for what I know I cannot give." Sir Thomas covered his face with his shaking hands. He appeared old and crushed, feeble and crestfallen. "This was my last hedge," he sald, pathetically; "I've taken it and come dead against a high blank wall. God help us all if Judith fultils her ghastly threat." . "Don't take it so much to heart, sir; don't let the trouble get a hold on you; don't let it make an old man of you" Paul implored, watching the 'tears ooze between Sir Thomas's fingers. "Things won't be as bad as you think; | we shall able to find some way of "Can't you do it, Farley? My dear boy, you shall make your own terme." "I have none to make, and if | had 1 should leave them in your hands, knowing, in any case you would do what was just and right." "You won't marry her, Farley?" "Sir, 1 would serve you on my knees with my last breath; but I cannot, in- deed, 1 cannot do what you ask, But there is one thing I can do--I can leave if you think it wise and wish nw" "1 think it would be wise, but I don't wish it," he sald, rising and walking up and down. "lI ought to send you away; ? ought to have done it long ago, because I am less able to du without you now than I was then. must think it over, I" "Mr. Fleming is anxious for me to return to town. I came back to-night to ask permission. Suppose I stay away until you have had time to think it over, and have decided whether to have me back again." "Perhaps that' will be best; I am quite at a loss; I don't feel able to there is so much for and "Meanwhile don't worry yourself with a single figure, sir; 1 can attend to things just the same. It will only make a difference of a few hours' de- lay, and if you want to see me, a wire to say yqu are coming will prevent my being out of the way." "Thank you, Farley," he said, look- ing at him regretfully, and holding out his hand. "lI wish I knew of seme in- ducement." "The very fact of knowing you wish- ed it would be sufficient "inducement if the thing were practicable or possi ble," he returned, gripping his hand, "1 wish I had a quarter of the respect and affection for your daughter that 1 have for you, sir." They both smiled, looked at one an- other with moist eyes, and turned away. : Paul packed his valise in the morn- ing and went to London by the first up train after breakfast. Leaniug back in a second-class carriage, a cigarette in his mouth, and scanning the theatrical announcements in the Hunter's advice and endeavor to stifle this additional trouble under a fund of pleasurablé' excitement. Accordingly he decided to visit the Haymarket and See Madame Bernhardt in "La Tosca" the next night. CHAPTER XXIV. La Tosca Rowena Wycherly, deliriously happy, lay smiling in a velvet fauteull, her voluptuous beauty enhanced by the negligence of a tea-gown, which was itself a charm. 2 At her desire they: occupied a pri- vate room at the Cecll, and Rowena wa judiciously employing the twi- light by rolling cigarettes for Hare, who lounged opposite to her, his satin- lippered feet on the rail of the fender. She was radiant with health and beauty, with lambent life and laugh- ter, her heart tingling with keenest thrills of love and anticipated plea- sure. A delicious perfume exuded with her every movement; it flogted away on the warm atmosphere, carry- ing an ethereal essence of her living, breathing beauty to the soul of the quiet man watching her. With the advent of the waiter, the afternoon ' tea, «nd the glare of the electric light, she rose, pushed her chair back, and shook out the folds of her silken skirts. "Tea, darling?' she asked, caress ingly, casting a hindful of cigarettes into his lap as the door closed. Hare stood up, threw the remainder of his iar to the fire and stretch: himself lazily. \ , hd saw you smoke' a cigar, Paul, until yesterday--or the diy be fore was it, or the day before that?-- 1 mean the day we were married, dear?" by "It was the day before that, Rowena. It is difficult to know what has be "Do you care for a cup, Paul?" she asked, laying a hand on his and pois ing the teapot in mid air with the other "Not much," he answered, smiling; "but I'll have soine if you want me to be sociable.' 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