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w 9 r Rusk-181101". Q p_,!0 .,4_ ~ ,v. _ wMo“ , wags. BY LELAII 8. BENTON. CHAPTER VLâ€"(mxrisrsn) i In a very short time a parcel was sent up} after her and opening it she found a black l l lace overdress, a wrap of prettily trimmed g blocs satin and a large hat with drooping i plumesâ€"everything black save a shimmer} of the fashionable yellow of oranges around I the throat of the dress. A note in the par- - cel ran thus :â€" Dear Mrs. Daycer :â€" Pray do as I ask you. In the box we shall occupy is a secluded corner in which you may sit, free from general observation. It would be impossible for me to leave till. the last moment and if you wish courteous treatment from me you must let me have my own way. I will await you, here, in the . . . . 1 reception room. Please jom me as soon as . possible. Yours devotedly, A. D. Karma. . Daffodil read the note the second time. Her eyes lingered on his words concerning the “ courteous treat- ment" with rising fear and she took up the dress and began to shake it out. A tap at the door made her lay it down again and when she once more took it up it was after she had partaken gratefully of the best supper the hotel could afford sent up by her thoughtful protector below. About the same time, in a more fashion- able part of the city, Haidee Einfroy was carrying out her part of the scheme. It was at the tea table where Mrs Daycer a brown haired and sweet faced woman and l her son graver faced now but handsomer than ever were her only companions. “Jack.” said Haidee, lifting eyes that were most unlike What :hey had been in the I afternoon, “ I want you to do me a favor.” Mrs. Duyccr looked over at her in a man- ner that said “What now?” but she did not speak. “ What is it ‘2" Jack asked. He did not look up and there was little interest. in his voice. i “ Will you do it ‘2" the girl coaxed. “ Yes. ” Haidce clapped her hands. It was an i l established habit of hers, to act as like a child as possible. It might make Jack think of her in a more lenient light, in the face of all the shady escapades he knew- she had indulged in, in her twenty-two years. “ You have promised now and you never go back on your word, 1 know. You are to be ready then at the right time this even- ing to take me to see The Matchless.” Jack looked up then. He was thoroughly annoyed. “ You know, Huideeâ€"“hc began. “ Yes, I know l" interrupted the girl, ina strained tone. “But just this once i" “ You know I hate the stage ! And this is the Kay ter troupe too," he said, rising from the table. “ But I have tickets for a box and I must go. Linda Horton and her escort have de- cided to go else where and I said I would get you to take me, Jack Daycer !” she fin- ished, with a. break in her voice. “ You never go anywhere with me." “ A married man must be careful how he goes about with young girls !” he told her with a bitter hard smile that made his mother say beseechingly, “ Oh, Haidce, don’t wound him. ’ I'Iaidce was sobbing now. Real sobs they were too. Partly from fear of the failure of her plans, partly because of his coldness to her. This evident clinging of his to the mem- pry of Dalfodil gave her anguish hard to )ear. Jack looked at her a moment and then said “ There is no use of your crying, llaidcc, I will go with you this time,” and left the room with a composed demeanor. Haidce left soon after without a word to Mrs. Daycer, who finished her tea alone and with a sigh escaping her frequently. Afterwards she went into her son's library where she waited for him. “ Jack, dcar,” she said, going up to him, as soon as he entered, in his faultless even- ing 'dress. “ Why did you not refuse to '0 ‘3’ " She took an unfair advantage of me, did i she not, mother 2" he rejoined, kissing her. “Never mind. I should go out with her more perhaps.” His mother was silent. “ Mother," he said presently, “Do you think I should seek a divorce and marry lfuiiiee. You know it would mak her happy, and I suppose some happiness ought toI porno out of this mistake of mine, if pos- si ) e." Mrs. Daycer drew buck and looked up into his face, with troubled eyes. ‘ Elia D 11.. ’ deal, and Haidee she had never seen but once, and then for only a few moments. Besides she was too occupied with her own thoughts to look long at any of the people near. Even the Scenes on the stage passed panoramically before her eyes, unenjoyed. When the end came and she stood up to go. she had made up her mind to escape, how, she hardly knew but she meant to make a desperate effort. Cut into the moonlit night they passed, she and Kayter, Haidee and Jack close behind. The ordering of a carriage necessitated Kayter's leaving her on the steps for one moment. Jack passed on with Hui-lee in a chill of silent gravity that made his companion shiver as he touched her hand in helping her into their close carriage. He himself lingered, shut‘ ting the door on Haidee and turned to look at Daffodil. Her sudden movements sur- prised him. She had crept hastily down the street into the shadow of the projecting vestibule of a private house. He seized on the situation in a. mmient, and with a glad I exclamation sprang to help her to escape as he Knew she was trying to do. There was little time to do what he could but very shortly, be had a cab wheeled up to her very hiding place and with a word “ I will help you. Come, get in l” he had handed her in and the cab was rattling away to the hotel he had named to the driver. Back to Haidee then, he hurried and no waiting to witness the bullied rage of Ray- ter as he missed his rey, he drove home in a haste that surprise aidee, careful as he usually was with his team of thoroughbreds. “Tell mother to prepare lunch,” be direct- ed, to Haidee, leaving her at the front door, abruptly. “I will be back soon.” And away he went to the hotel where be presumed Daffodil would be by this time:” “For one little interview," he said to himself. “ I will be willinglto suffer for years again. And perhaps I may find out that she is tired of her profession.” His heart was aglow with hope. He would forgive every thing to have her back. There was nothing he would censure in her, be it what it might, and when he reached his des- tination he went to the clerk eagerly and inquired for the last arrivals. An hour later he entered his own house with a wearied step and met his mother’s questioning eyes with only a few brief words. “ I am sorry to have bothered you so, mother, I cannot eat any lunch after all. Good night. Kiss me, dear, and do not ask me anything. Only tell Hairlee in the morn- ing I wish to speak to her as soon as shel has her breakfast.” The matter he wished to speak of cul- minated Haidee’s triumph. After that in- terview she wore Jack’s diamond ring on her engagement finger. He had settled on this decision after com- ing from the Iiiâ€"hotel where he had not found Daffodil. She had tired of Ksyter but she had not been willing to come back to her husband either, to judge. from the way she had eluded him and never dreaming that she had not known whose assistance she had accepted, he believed she was still the wilful heart- less girl of old and gave himself up to the effort to make Haidee happy after he should complete the necessary arrangements for securing a divorce. While Daffodil, on this sudden appear- ance of a third rescuer from dire straits had considered it only another flitting from one cage to another, and in great trouble had given a counter command to the cab- drivcr, which change of destination brought her intoaposition in which we will meet her in the next chapter. CHAPT ER VII. “ Creatures so bright that the same lips and They wiiiiirgon earth will serve them in Para- discflâ€"illoorr. The summer sun shone down brilliantly on the sparkling waves of Lake Ontario and the lovely little Islmd so dear to Toronto- nians, with its beach dotted with glistening white and scarlet tents wherein parties of merry idlers wliiled away a. season of hot weather intolerable in the city. As the grove of Daphne was loved and re- sorted to by the pleasure seekers of Antioch, in the days of the Hel’ods, so this wave washed lip-lieavul of sand and vegetation, with its walks and nooks, with its lily . stiewn pools, its fantastic structures, its l rows of cool inviting tents its days of rest, l its evenings of music, is held in the hearts ' of the residents of the Queen City. ’l‘was here in the open sunlight on the left of the promenade between the Seaside Home for you." “ And I needed your kindness so much,‘ the girl went on, gratefully. “ You have repaid us a thousand fold dearest girl, by the loan of your beauty in our tableaux,” “And now if we are done with the past," spoke up a third young lady “ let us drink to the resent in libations of Chinese Pekoe and find the future in the bottom of our cups.” “ ch, let’s," echoed some of the rest. “ Tea 3" ejaculated Mr. Clayton, rising hastily "‘ Aren't you hot enough without making tea in the middle of the day.” " It's five o’clock." Mrs Clo. ton said, yawning. “ Time for me to get over to the city,” her husband said. “ Isn’t it hot enough for you without going over to the city in the middle of the day 2" some one asked, saucily. “It’s five o'clock l" he rejoined, as he went out the ten: door followed by a general laugh. The girls Soon had the centre table decked out with china and glass and various dainty eatables. “ Girls !" said the wit of then all, as they drew near and helped themselves. ‘~I be- lieve we ought to be more economical. “'0 should not waste our substance in riotous living. \Ve must call a halt. Let’s give up fish.” This caused a burst of laughter. “ You’re thinking of the hard work of catc’l’iin g them. Has Charlie been complain- ing. “Well, I 'second that motionâ€"let’s not have fish three times a day after this. I know it’s an awful sacrifice but something must be done or I’ll resign and go home,” another girl said, tiltinghcr nose disdain~ fully as she took a seat far away from the cold piscatorial dish. “ What shall we have ‘3” Mrs. Clayton asked. While they discussed the momentous question, they presented a pretty picture to those of the passer-s-by who were unmauner- 1y enough to take more than a. mere peep between the breeze stirred curtains at the entrance. There were just ten of the girls, Mr. and Mrs. Clayton completing the dozen members of the troupe. Educated, beauti- ful, with an enthusiastic love for the classics of the Hellenes, nine of the girls had form- ed a dramatic club in the small town they called their home, near Detroit, and meeting with such unlimited praise from all critics under the management of a retired theatre owner and his wife they had made a tour of the States obtaining a high place among thebesttroupcs of the day. At Detroit, they had fallen in with their “Aphrodite ” as she was some- time called, just as they were leaving for Toronto, the first Canadian city visited. Daffodil’s story was not forced from her and she told them only a part. That she had three married sisters but they cared little for her, that she had run away from a per- sistent suitorand had forgotten in her mad desire to leave the city that she had no money to exchange for the ticket she asked for and then so despairingly pushed back, and sat- “â€"â€"\Ve could not have taken the liberty we did to inquire if we wild do anything of love you are ;" explained Leda. ’ Some One Knows. little humbug of :1 Venus, a pretty godde “ I always told you you were making a mistake in bestowing such an appellation op] pic. I often wonder if I have. a heart at a . “ Here it is l" exclaimed Mein at this mo- ment. “ What. my heart 2” “ Your fortune. I have never seen any- thin in your cup before, my dear, worth spea ing of. But now, your adventures are evidently going to begin over again. Here’s a stranger with his heart in his hand ! And such a series of walks and rows and nails , D.ifiodil’s creamy cheeks flushed. She rose up and went and stood in the doorway to look out over the crocus sea as it lay dimpling in asoft and roseate sunset. Some- thing in the “ fortune ” jarred upon her. She felt there could never be a “case” with her. She had gone through so much she felt old and beyond such things. Two figures strolling down the beach, yonder, caught her eye. The slow idle happy manâ€" ner of both made her divine that they were lovers. She sighedâ€"and started l They had turned and in their contented smiling faces, Daffodil recognized Gus Howard and Annie, the little modest true-hearted as- sistant ! She turned back into the tent, sighing. A young man who had been watching her turn- ed away too, when she had gone in. “Gad ! ” add his friend, Telfer. to him. “ You are not rid of that cursed fever yet. And you brood over that affair too much. You want to quit thinking about it." The young man shuddcrcd, “ It was a horrible death,” he exclaimed. “ But that was not what I was thinking of when you came up. I have made a discovery. And if I can follow it up all is well. You must help me. It is the last forlorn hope of my life.” They went away slowly to their breezy apartments in the hotel. There ensued a long talk and afterwards 'l'elfer went out and downstairs. “ He isa regular fakirbut -I must forget that. Ah ! here he is now l” he murmured to himself as he stood under the electric light near the “ cage ”and watch- ed the passengers landing from the loaded ferry boats. The evening was drawing on and the band in their pavilion was already looking over the‘evening’s music. â€"â€"â€"â€"..â€"_â€"â€"â€"â€"_ (TO BE CONTINUED.) I The gale had blown itself out with the night, and as the sun came up out of the still heaving ocean we went down to the beach to see what had happened to the old wreck, whose bones had been lying at stone’s-throw away for many a month, There, high up on the sands, where a great wave had flung it just as the tide changed, lay a bodyâ€"the body of a girl seventeen or eighteen years old. We stood in awe for a long time, and when we advanced we stepped as softly as if we feared to awaken the dead. There she was, poor girl, her fingers locked together, her eyes half open, her hair down about her shoulders, and on isficd that she had a right to withhold any- her white face a look to call forth all your thing she did not wish to speak of, they took her to themselves and having tried her, now trusted, and more, idolized her. The nine girls were generally styled the “ Muses “ a few of them never pretending to call each other any name but the ones assign- ed in the list. Leda Yarwood, a superb brunette, was the only one not so nicknamed and Daffodil was given the befitting one of Aphrodite, while to stray acquaintances she was introduced as Miss Biown, aname much i laughed at by her companions but one she studiously adhered to as good enough for an assumed name. And for Mrs. Clayton, as mother,” so to speak of the Muses, the name of “Mem” was chosen, Memory being the parent of the Nine, in fabled lore. Behold these charming nineteenth century Muses, then, drinking tea and talking “for- tune.” “ Tell me mine first, Mom !” Euterpc, the charmer, said, laughing. ” Am I going to be in a crowd soon? and how many admirers are hovering around me now? How soon shall I get a letter and is my wish closed ‘2" Mrs. Clayton took the tee-cup handed to her and looked at the scattered grounds in a critical silence. Thalia, or Tallie,as she was oftener called, the wit of the company, lean- ed forward with cxaggeratcd solemnity and convulscd her observers with her tragic interest. , ‘ “ Hist 2” she whispered, as a giggle broke the suspense. “ The Oracle is about to speak. But first please pass the butter.” “ Yes," said Menu, gravely. “ You are going to be in a crowd soon. A very jolly crowd. Not a large crowd-â€"” “ Just a nice crowd ‘3” finished Euterpe, anxiously. The girls all laughed “That inieaus a sprinkling of gentlemen,” Leda pity. The waters had been kind to her even in their savage fury. \Vhile beams and planks had been wrench- | ed from the old wreck and dashed in splin- ters on the shore, she was not even bruised. W'ith tender hands we lifted the body higher up on the sands, and, by and by, when the Coroner came and the fishermen gathered, wo hoped to find out who she . was. Never a line nor a scrap to identify her had she carried with her to her death. She had a face which must have been win‘ some in life. She had a figure which had brought her flattery. Her wealth of chest- nut hair was alone enough to make her proud. She had worn earrings but they were missing; she had worn rings on her slender fingers, but they had disappeared. It was plain that she had gone about it in a deliberate way to conceal the identity of her corpse should the sea ever give it up. “ The body of agirl to us unknown,” was our verdict, and the body was taken away across to the mainland, to be buried in the village cemetery. And yet someone knows. There’s a father somewhere, who is searchingâ€"a mother weeping and praying for her who will never return. That was not the face of a wicked lgirl. She had friends somewhere who loved her. One night, three or four days before the sea gave up the body, that girl leaped to her death because she could no longer face the world. There is a man so mewhere 5 who drove her to the awful stepâ€"a man who knows that she is dead and who feels safer for it. She cannot rise up to accuse himâ€"the law will not lay its hand upon him. He may go about smiling and laughing. He may even make himself believe that he had. i nothing to do with her death. But there is g a hereafter, and some day that dead girl is andâ€"oh girls it's going to be a sure case !" Is the most ancient and most general of alf diseases. Scarcely a family is entirely free from it. while thousands everywhere are its suffering slaves. Hood‘s Siiismiarllla has remarkable sueces: in wring every form of scrolnla. The most severe and painful run~ niug sores, swellings in the neck, or goltrc, humor in the eyes, causing partial or total blindness, and every o'lier form of cloud disease have yielded u tl c powerful eflects of this medicine. Try it Hood’s Sarsaparilla Sold by all drugglsis. 81; six for as. Prepared only by 0.1. HOOD iv. (30.. Apothecarles. Lowell, Mm _lOO Poses One Dollar RECOVERING All EXPLORBR‘S BO DY The Remains of Douls. who was lillleu in the Subaru. Restored lo Ills Friends. The body of the unfortunate French ex- plorer, Camille Donls, has at last been - returned from the Sahara Desert to Algeria. About three years have elapsed since .Donls was remarkably well preserved, covered partly asit was by sand. It will be remem- ered that Douls lost his life while attempt- ing to cross the desert south of Algeria to Timbuctoo. He was dressed as a Kab lo and passed himself off as s. Mussulman. 0 had an excellent acquaintance with the Arabic language, and about five years ago successfully imposed himself upon the nomad wanderers in the western part of the desert as a Mussulman from the Mediterranean coast. Upon the occasion of his last daring journey, however, his disguise was penetrat- ed, and the native who found his body and restored it to friends in Algeria gives some additional facts concerning his tragic fate. This native says that Douls met at Seli a caravan that had come from further south in the Sahara to secure a supply of dates. Douls paid to the members of this caravan 100 francs for the privilege of accompanying the party on its return to the south. It was while he “as making this journey that lie was assassinated by the men whom he had paid to guide and protect him. There is still to be seen on his neck the marks of the cord with which bewas strangled. Retribution speedily overtook his murder- ers, for soon after they had killed Douls they were assailed by the Hoggar tribe. who killed nearly all of them and captured the supplies with which the camels were laden. Douls’ body will probably be buried in Francs. ‘fAugust V Flower” There is a gentle- man at Madden-ou- the-Hudson, N. Y., named Captain A. G. Pareis, who has written us a letter in which it ‘0“; his life. ln the dry desert air his body Dyspepsia. is evident that he has made up his mind concerning some things, and this is what he says: “I have used your preparation called August Flower in my family for seven or eight years. It is con- stantly in my house, and we consider it the best remedy for Indigestion, and Constipation we Indigestion. have ever used or known. My wife is troubled with Dyspepsia, and at times suffers very much after eating. The August Flower, however, re- lieves the difficulty. My wife fre- quently says to me when I am going I to town, ‘Wc are out Constipation of August Flower, and I think you had better get another bottle}: I am also troublcdwith Indigestion, and when- ever I"am, I- take one or two te. - , spoonfuls before eating, for a day or two, and all trouble is removed.” Q «p- ;-.... ow.-. - -...-., p... . “ duck,” she whispered, “ Marry Haidee ! l and the Hotel Hanlun at the Point, in the , remarked. ito rise from her grave, though it be over- Oll. Jack, I have said your wife should be I days when Centre Island was less popular, grown and forgotten for generations, and WM “ That’s it, exactly, “ Mom said, putting 5 forgotten, but I would have you marry-any- one but ifaidce. She hesitated and flushed a little. “The girl is not good enoughâ€"” “ Hush, mother. Do you remember what- I was ‘3" Mrs. Dayccr‘s eyes shone, even through their tours. “ You are not that now," she said, fondly. “Thanks to a mother’s prayers," he re- turned, softly. The entrance of Haidee in a marvellous the conversation to cease. At the theatre in opposite boxes sat the four with whom we have to deal in this chapter, Daffodil shrinking and nervous, in the “ secluded corner " which was not se- cluded after all. Kaytcr, triumphant, at- tentive, audacious. with mask thrown off and his heart in his eyes every time he turned them on the girl at his side, lIaiidee with passonato heart thrilling with pleasure as she saw the expression on the face of her escort, duck, who sat glowering dark- ly on the defiant Kuyter. When he looked at Daffodil. his face changed. Wounded love and heartsick hopelessness min led with displeased surprise. And Hair on realized with secret delight that he thata certain commodious red and white- tcnt sheltered a vivacious bevy of girls, this warm afternoon in July. Laughing and chatting merrily as they lounged on low sofas and divans and in lux- urious easy'chairs, clad in bright gowns and beautiful with health and youth, they cer- l tainly gave pleasing proof of their at-t-ruc-l tions as the “ Greek ’l‘ableaux Company," which had been making a successful thing . of it- at one of the Toronto theatres, prevmus : they were discussing triumphantly the suc- cesses of the season with their manager, Mr. Clayton, whose wife acted as their chape- rone “ Dear me," cried Leda Yarwood, putting i her arm affectionately around the girl next l her, " Talk about success ! If we had not found this lovely blonde ofours atthe Detroit depot in the spring, I rather think our suc~ cesses would not have been quite so pleasant to review. \Ve ambitious lovers of Hellenic mythology would have seen our castles in l the air tumbling in ruinsâ€"our dreams of giv- l ing to the public a perfect representation of l Grecian fable-life would have faded into failure had we not discovered this dimpled l darling of a blonde. Golden wigs and pearl ! the cup down, an act; which the owner pro. tested against, saying, “ You haven’t told i me half enough.” “It’s too hot for me to think,” Mrs. Clay- ton said, reaching out her hand for a fun. “ Tell mine, anyway, Mem, won’t you ‘2” Daffodil asked, holding out her cup in a snowy hand. " Yes, tell hers, Mem !” the rest second- ed, sitting up and looking interested. “ You never find much in her cup, us a. rule, but to-day it looks very portentous. Give ourl Aphrodite her Adonis to-day. “ But an Adonis who will appreciate and return her affection, not one who will be deaf as in the old tale to his worshipper’s devo- tiou.” “ Cruelist of all cruel things is the pain of unrequited love 1” murmured Leda. “'liat pang shot through Dafl'odil’s heart as she remembered the love given her in vain? She even sighed a little in regret that she had not loved Jack as he did her. “ Love 1” she uttered, aloud. “ What is love i" The girls sat silent for a second, looking at her serious face, surprised. . . “ Are you in earnest 2" some one asked. “ Have you never loved 1'” she will stand again in the garments she were as the sea cast her up, her child-face wearing that pitiful, despairing look which filled our eyes with tearsâ€"and what word can that man utter in defense? lOG Agnes St., Toronto, Ont., May ‘23, 1887; " It is with pleasure that I certify to the fact of my mother having been cured of a bad case of rheumatism by the use of St. FJacob’s Oil, and this after having tried other preparations without avail.” Wm. II. McCoxsuLL. Londoners are very much interested in the discovery that the one original home of cash- mere shawls is not Cashmere, but Germany. Large quantities of German'made shawls are taken to India with imitations of Cashmere l marks on them and sent into the interior and . sold as native products. They cost in Cal- ’cntta about upound. They sell for seven pounds. Observations. In a. friendship between two women there is either a man at the beginning or will be at the end of it. A quarrel between two persons assumes its most serious aspect when a third party comes in who has nothing to do with it. Revenge is sweet, but foregoing it is sweeter. The rural visitor who comes to the city green usually goes out of it blue. The egotiat is in most cases the man who has the least reason to be one. Distrust makes miserable those who cherish it. Confidence is a mod thing to have, evenif it is sometimes a laced. The desire for social supremacy iuonc of the most pitialdc weaknesses in human nature. Many of the disappointments of life come from mistaking acquaintances for friends. \â€"._.___.__. WWW |___________ ____g_ I . . â€".' )1" mm . 1 , ”men”... -.s,.-~.....-.v . . ... --,...._. I costume of icd and black, was the signal for! to the arrival of the hot weather. To-day was fain now to believe in Daffodil‘s frail- and pink swausdown powder could never ~ _, 9y, take the place of these spun tresses and this Tl "_ l 1 d be (1 , . Johnston, N. 3., March Ii, 1889: Daffodil .zs clcvcn o'clock drcw nearer, matchless complexion. And I do think We - ‘e a" 5 599mm amaze 3’0“ measure ~< - . u I was troubled for an”). years Wm, â€"â€"doubtless because each had decided that an afl‘airc do crowr had been the main cause of wce in the past that she seldom referred to. i “She is teasing us, girls" at last zaidl Tallic. “ How well she plays the Innocent." i “Nay," Daffodil continued, “I have never, never in all my life seen the man to whom I couldofl'era devotionsuch as they say springs from the grand», [nation .’" j “ You little fraud of an Aphrodite, you} began to feel faint and weak. This manner were in luck when we found her." ‘ of Kuyter’s mugâ€"what did it mean. In a “ Friendless, homeless, pcnuilcss"â€"â€"hnish- sudden agony she learned over and asked ed the idol of the troupe, with great tears hreathlcssly, “ Mr. Kayter, do we leave at l in her eyes. eleven for l’inkside â€"tell me i" “' Au unlucky position for you perhaps, And when he hadsaid “ No 1" in a laugh» ut a fortunate one for us. For if you had ing lone, she sank back. so pale that Jack i had money to pay for that ticket that you thought with a pang. “' Her life of excitc- asked for and then pushed back with such ment is telling on her health.” troubled eyesâ€"«" Daifolil did not icoo'vniso the couple “ When I remembered Ihad no money to across the stage. Jack be changed agreat pay for it." was softly interjected. pains in my side, which increased and became very bad. I used '1'. JACOBS OIL and it completely cured. I give it all praise.” MRS. WM. RYDER. .97 44003.9 011. DID IT." ’ ‘5» “No" she answc red. " I have never loved." i I :‘lr. . /.'I'a '. 4 "ALL RIGHT ., .wyo / _. - -