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"You’ve been fretting, Mr. Mon- ceith,” he said, looking keenly at him. ‘Bahl {don‘t mind me,” said Ronald, peevishlly; "I’m a little jaded With Dondon gayety. Tell us all you have learned.” “I‘ have not much to tell,” said Roper, smoothly. “You read my letter‘f’” “Yes, we read your letter,” echoed Foster,- quickly; “that Mrs. Dexter said Mrs. Verschoyle had not been out of the house. Monteith saw Vassalla, who corroborated the fact, and showed me a letter from Mrs. Verschioyle, which proved Mrs. Dexter’s statement ! to be true; butâ€"â€"” . 'Go on,” said Reaper, calmly, “I like bu‘t’sâ€"there is always a chance of an- other step being made when ‘but’ comes into the question. \Vhat did you do after seeing Nassalla l” ad- dressing himself to the Australian. “I saw Miss Catcher,” Monteith‘. ‘Humphl” -â€" there was a. world of; meaning " in Roper’s voice, “and she svaidâ€"â€"â€"” . "Th-atl Mrs. Verschoyle had been on board.” "I thought so.” “And’ afterward denied it.” , “Indeed!” Roper’s eyebrows went up. “At. whose instigation.” “Vassalla’s,” broke in Foster, hasti- ly, before Ronald could speak. “I thought so,” said the detective,‘ calmly. . "Why did you think so ‘0’” asked Mon- teith, impatiently. "In the first place,” remarked Roper, co-mplacently, “I had the honor of coming biome in the same boat with Mrs. Verschlo-ylie; secondly, I made her acquaintance as Signor Clement, and she liked me very much. I had frequent conversations with her, and told her I was a friend of Vassalla’s.” “But you don’t know him,” said RE;- ald. . I , i “All’s fair in love, war, andâ€"detecâ€" tive work,” observed Roper, quietly; “I. told Mrs. Versch'oyleâ€"who I knew, from Mrs. Dexter’s diary, was in love with Yassallaâ€"that the Marchese wanted to marry Carmela Cotoner, her sister.” "That’s true enough,” said Foster; "he’s engaged to her. now," whereat Ronald. winced.” burst out - ~â€"_________â€"________m_â€"â€"_â€"_â€"â€"o [ "The result was I aroused her jealously, and she, swore that she would prevent thle marriage." ‘3 "But hbw 3” from Ronald, eagerly; fain to cling like a drowning man to a straw. “That’s whatI could not find out,” said Roper, thoughtfully; “she said she could stop the marriage, and Vas- salla would have to obey her. Now, what logical inference do you- draw from this i" “That Vassalla committed the mur- der I" said Ronald, hastily. "Not necessarily,” replied Roper, ,dryly ; "but this, that if Vassalla knew lslre was on board that night, he also iknewi she committed the murder, and lwould therefore have a power over lher; but her determination to stop the ‘marriag-e shlouvs that she must have {some power over him; so that either lobe is innocent, or he committed the .murder himself, and she can force him by fear of exposure to do what she ’wants." “And which of these theories do you think is right i” asked Foster. "I am doubtful,” said the detective, lbecoming a little agitated; “but Iâ€"I have a third theory.” “Yes i” said Ronald, in a quiet tone, looking strangely at the detective. Roper arose to his feet, and took a walk up and down the room for a min- ‘ute, then turned to the young men, I who were puzzled by his curious man- y 1181‘. . i "Of course, it’s only a theory," said iRoper, nervously; “bult â€"â€" Ican only :tell you whatI think.” f “Tell us, in heaven’s name i” cried Foster, rising. . “Then 1 think Miss Carmela Coton ’er committed the crime." “What 1” Ronald sprang to his feet and made a spring at the detective, but Foster caught him and held him back. I “Be quiet, Ronald, be quiet," he said, firmly. ' “A lie, at cursed, black lie,” panted Ronald, glaring at the detective, who stood quietlyklooking at him. “\Vhat proof, what proâ€" Dâ€",n you, sir, where is your proof ‘3” I Roper took out of: his pocket-beck the yellow scrap of paper given by Mrs. Taunton, and this fragment of a letter written .‘by Carmela to her sister. “I obtained these through Mrs. Dex- ter,” he said, quietly placing them on the table; “look 1” Ronald looked foramoment, reeled back into Foster’s arms.» “My God! my God I” he sobbed. “My God I” .The handwritings were identical in every particular. Foster went to a cupboard and got Ronald. a glass of brandy, which he forced him to swallow; then, leaving the: young man in the chair, with his face buried in his hands, he sat down at, his own table, and began to speak to Foster. V "How did you make this discovery?” he asked, quietly. i “I remembered then in Mr. Monteith’s __..â€".__.____..â€"_.â€"____â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"_.â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€" m That Appeals to the Best Judgment of the Best People and Gets Right Down at the Cause of Disease is Dr. Chase’s Kidney-Liver Pile. \Vhy is it that in nearly every home in the land you find some of Dr. Chase’s family remedies? Why is it that Dr. Chase is honored and esteemed as a true physician of un- doubted skill? \Vhy is it that Dr. Chase’s Kidneyâ€"Liver Pills are kept in the family medicine chest as 'indis- pensable for everyday ills which arise from constipation and sluggish action of the liver and kidneys? It is because Dr. Chase’s remedies are all honorable medicines. Medi- cines that have. been tried in the severest cases and proven to be of most unusual value. They menser successful, because every- body has learned to have confidence in them and confidence in their dis- soverer. Dr. Chase’s Kidney-Liver Pills have for nearly a quarter of a century takenthe lead as the great- est seller which medicine dealers handle, and this enormous sale is enâ€" tirely due to the downright merit [which they possess. They care when ~0thPll‘S fail. It is when there is a bitter taste in the mouth, heaviness about the stomach, .headaches, pains in the shoulders and limbs, and depressed, languid feelings, that people turn to Dr. Chase’s Kidney-Liver Pills. Torpid liver, inactive kidneys and irregular [bowels are the cause of at least seven Chase’s tenths of human ills. Dr. are im- 1 50f all they not merely afford relief but strike deeper and make thorough l and lasting cures. l Mr. “'alter Booth, Consecon, Prince lEdward County, Ont., states: "I was ltroubled for some years with kidney ‘and liver disease and pains in my back, I and my stomach was so bad I could not leaf hearty food and had difficulty in keeping any food in my stomach, I was iso nervous that Icould scarcely take a ,drink' of water without spilling much elf it, my hand trembled so, and I had lost flesh until my weight fell from 155 to, 138 pounds. ' “Hearing ofa-similar case that was ’ cured by Dr. Chase’s Remedies, I comâ€" menced by taking Dr. Chase’s Kidney- Liver Pills, six boxes of which entirely cured my kidney and liver troubles. I then began Dr. Chase’s Nerve Food for my nervousness. It strengthened my stomach and whole system, andI gainâ€" Eed in flesh. I cannot speak in terms ‘of too great praise for Dr. Chase’s iKidney-Liver Pills and Nerve Food, lfOI‘ besides curing me they did my ! father, who is an old man, a great | deal of good. I have every confidence ' in recommending these remedies." Mr. J. J. Ward, J.P., certifies that . he knows Mir. lValter Booth,and that l this statement of his cure is perfectly correct.” The chances are that your neighbors 'have used Dr. Chase’s Kidney-Liver Kidney-Liver Pills invigorate ItheseTPllls. Ask them. One pill a dose, 25 organs as no other preparation was ever known to do; and what is best fcents a box, at all dealers, or Edman- son, Bates and 00., Toronto. story,”" said Rloper, “that both sisters loved the husband, and I ,wondered if it were not possible that the younger might commit the crime quite as well as the elder, though, I confess to you, I {had no grounds for my suspicion. As I told you in my letter, I obtain- eda specimen of Mrs. Versch'oyle’s handwriting, and found, by compari- with this paper"â€"laying’ his hand on the yellow sheetâ€""that, though there' was' a similarity, there was also a slight difference. This began to con- lfirm my theory, and by the kind aid of ers. DexterLI obtained this letter of lMiss Coto-ner’s, by which you will see they correspond in every particular." 'At‘ this moment Ronald arose from his seat, and staggering to the table, |produced' from lilis pocket-book the lnote written to him by Carmela before lthe “Neptune,” reached Gibraltar. ‘ Laying [this down by the other papers, .with-a shaking hand, at the .first glance, it could be seen the hand- writings were identical. "It’s true,” groanieid Ronald; “my I God, it’s t'ruel” and «bio fell heavily in- to his chair again. A' d .wlhn't is youzr opinion?” asked Foster. . “My tlll-elory,” corrected Roper, “is this; I think Miss Ootonle'r saw. her old lover on the boat, anld committed the murder, trus't'imgg to the presence of her sister on board to shield her from the consequences of her crime. Ial~ ’50 believe that Vassalla knows she is guilty, and has threatened to tell unâ€" less she marry him.” “Yes, lbmt what schoylie 2” ' ,_ “Oh! I llhlllnlk she knows that Car- m-e‘la’s gu-ilty,_anld threatens to ex- pose lhlel‘, if, she will not marry Vassalla.” “It all seems clear enough,” Foster, thoughtfully. “Yes, but it’s adâ€"-â€"-â€",d lie, for all that,” said Ronald, springing to his feet, and oh, how haggard and worn his young face looked! “Look here. you follows. I love Miss Cotonor, and I don’t believe she’s guilty. I think that cursed Vassalla is at the bot.- Jtom of it all. I’m goillllg to Marlow, lwhlere Carmela is, and there I’ll act a bout Mrs. Ver-. refuse to said a part. I’ll see her, speak to her, an'ld find out everything, but I must have your promise not to move in the matâ€" ter, till I will tell you.” “\Vre cannot promise," said Roper. “Wlhose servant are you?" .asked Ronald, fiercely; “will you do what Iytoll you?” "The 'lla5w-â€"~-" began Roper . "Hang the law, and you too,” burst out Ronadd; “if Carmela is: guilty, you can’t arrest her on the evidence you have, but she’s innocentâ€"in- nocent! rd’ye hear? I’lil stake my head on it. Give me a momth to c‘l-ewr her, and if I don’t do it by than. the law can take its course.” “Agreed,” said Roper. “For my part,” said Foster, "I don’t care ilf.tlhle case stops now.” "I onlly want amonltlh,“ cried Ronâ€" ald, “and I’ll prove her innocence, if I have to tear the truth out of Vasâ€" sarlila’s black hear-t. Because of a Little superficial evidence, you believe her guilty. I don’t. I love her, and I’ll clear her; So help me God!” Theatrical, lnlo doubt, but both the men felt that the lad spoke from his heart. “I’ll have another glass of brandy. Easter,” said Ronald, qwieatly. He got ilt, and drank it. ’Tis but astep from the sublime to the ridiculous. CHAPTER XXI. Sir Mark Trevor’s family mansion. as everyone knows, is in Cornwall, but, being passionately fond of the River Thames, he had bought a pliace down at Hu'rlliey, where he passed the summer months, and there entertainâ€" ed l‘is large circle of friends. The idle, pleasant life of the river suited the handset to perfection, and being a man fiODld of books and antiquities, he found the neighborhood quilts to his taste, muuc'h preferring the un~ plrieltc'iilding lhlouse alt Hurley to his grand hall in Cornwall, and the plea- sant vwhes and hills of Bucks to the wind Tors and iron-bound coasts of the west country. Blelilfield, as it was calledâ€"the name being an invention of Sir Mark’s happy combination of his daughter‘s name and the. fields which surround- ed ilhie houseâ€"was not avery large place. It had originally beenafarm- blouse, anld stood near the high road, whit-la {beyond arose the sloping hills with a fringe of trees on top, and down toward the river stretclhed broad fields, all yellow with waving com. . The original portion of the house was built of flint, and Sir Mark had added to it, until‘. the whole place look- ed nothing but a mass of gables cover- ed with tirelllviswvork and overgrown witih c'reepunig p'lzanvts. But a very ilbe apartment being a kind of smok- ing-room which opened on to a glass pouch, and beyond, awfide lawn, a gorse hedge, yellow 'wilth blossom, and a View of tall beeches and glimpses of distant lhuia‘ils. le‘e walls of the smoking-room were covered from top to bottom with carâ€" toons from “Vanity Fair,” onliy leavé Eng one space where guns, daggers, swords, and other warlike instru- ments were displayed. Plenty of low basket-oblairs, soft fur rugs, silde- tables with a generous profusion of pipes, tobacco, and cigarettes, and on the large table, near Sir Mark’s writ- ing-desk, aspirit-sta-nd always stood ready, together with an unlimited suppLy of. soda and S‘BlliIZ-B'I‘ for thirsty boa ting parties. There was apEalnlJ in. one corner, with pious of new music, principally, 21L millislt he confessed, of the comic opera and music-lion orders, and over the piano 3. fox’s head and brush, trophiuls of Miss Belil’s prowess in: the hum-ting field. Off tlhliis‘snuggeiry was this saddle-unoom, which the young mum, and indeed not a‘few of the Ladies, used to vote “anvlfully jolly,” in. the expressive slang of to-day. Thure were‘pleinlty of bedrooms, low- p-iltch-ed and quaint, wide staircases with unexpected tuirnings and twist- iinigs, and an oakâ€"panelled dining-ii'oom whelrein Sir Mark’s guests used to - wax ‘noisy at meals; but the favorite room of the house was undoubtedly the smlokinlgâ€"lr'oom, and in it on this bright July morning all the guests staying at Bellfield were .waiting, ready to start for the Marlow Re- gatta. And a very jovial party they were. Pat Ryan, having returned from the Emerald Isle, was talking his usual nonsense to pfetty Kate Lester, who was stopping at Bellfield‘ with her uncle, a-gelnltle'mlan who passed most of his time asleep. He had declined to go to the regatta, and was already lying in one of the low basketâ€"chairs pretending tlo read the Times. Bell was standing by Carmela, who looked pale and white as she listenâ€" ed' to Mr. Chester’s chatter, giving that brilliant youth the mistaken idea that he had, made an impression. b‘iâ€"r Mark was moving about, from one to the other, Withhis grave smile, and ‘two youmig ladie, arrayed in white serge dresses, with jaunty straw hats, We're flirting desperate- ly Wth a youanr Oxonian called Wellâ€" thilrp, but familiarly known as Bub- bles, from his effervescent ’flow of spirits. “W'ne’d better start, I’m thinking,” obsielrvved Mr. Ryan to the company; "it’s amighty bad thing wasting-all this bealutiful morning.” “You won’t come, uncleg”, asked Kate, going over to her avuncular relative. “Not toâ€"day, my doom, I’m alittle tired.“ “Begad, he’s the seven sleepers roll- ed into one,” said Pat to,Miss Lester, as they stepped out into the sun- shine». "Come, Miss Lester, I’ll race .you for a pair of gloves.” “Against what?” asked Kate, as he helped her through the gate. “A kiss,” said Pat, whereupon Kate blushed, and vowed she wouldn’t run; so Pat set off, likeadeer, by himself along the narrow path which led through the cornfield to the vil- lage of Hliiirley. “How sad you anre looking, Car- mela,” said Sir Mark, as he walked sobelrly along beside Miss Cotoner. “She wants Mir. Monteith,” said Bell, mischievously. “Nonsense,” a‘etorted Carmela, while a flush came over her pale face. “Then she’ll soon be gratified,” laughed Sir Mark; “for Mr. Monteith will be at the regatta to-day.” Carmela clenched her teeth., He would be at the regatta, and how would he meet her after all that had passed:? The last time she saw him she was free, but 'IllOVV he would see her as the affia'moed wife of another. \Vell, she would wait and see. Their meeting must come sooner or later, so why not new} The party went through the quaint village of Hulrley, past the Old Bell inn with its antique gables and wide windowsâ€"through the remains of the old monastery, which was one of the finest in England, and along by Lady Bell Place with its old walls and pilctur-eSque, red roof, under which the conspirators of 1688 met to mature their 'plot for driving James II. from his kingdom. Over the bridge they went, and found the river crowded with-boats, filled with men in flannels, and pretty girls in yachting costumes, all wail:- ing for the lock to be opened. Sir Mark‘s boats were below Hurley Lock, so they all went down, only pausing a moment to look into the lock, filled comfortable house it was, the favorh boats, and presenting a. blaze of color. A number of young fellows were learning on the great arms of the . lock gate, chattering idle nonsense to in the boats below. Continued. . the pretty girls To be 01.000 ' iguana} FOLLOWS A WOUND I? THE KNEE CAUSED BY A PITCHFORK. ‘ â€"_uâ€"-q Five Doctors In Consultation Gave the 511?, fever but Mule llnpe or Recoveryâ€"flow ' Ills Life “'as Saved. Brockville Recorder. ! I Among; the old families in the to-‘wnship‘ of Augusta, in the neigh~ boring‘ county of Grenville, there is none better known or more influen- tial, than those that bear the name of Bissell.The Bissells were among the earliest settlers in the township and have ever since taken an active part in all moves to promote its Welfare. The subject of their narra~ tive, Mr. Silas Bissell, is one» of the younger members of the family, who some years ago left Canada to make his home in the state of Nebraska. He has passed through an experience almost that unique, and considers he is fortunate in being alive to tell the tale. (The story as told in Mr. Bissell’s own words, is as follows:â€"“In the autumn of 1858 I sustained a serious injury 'through having the tines of a pitchfork penetrate my left knee. The wound apparently healed, but I did not enjoy the same health Ihad pre- vious be the accident, and it was but a short time before I was compelled to ‘take to my bed on account of, ex- cruciating pains in my limbs and stiffness in my joints. :A doctor was called in, and he lanced the knee three times, and then told me the trouble was blood poisoning. He treated me for some time, but ,I steadily grew worse, and finally five physicians were called in for consul- tation. My entire system seemed to be affected, and the doctors said the trouble had reached one of my lungs, and that they could hold out but lit- tle hope of my recovery, After re- maining in bed for eleven weeks, I decided that I would return to my old home in Canada. I was so much run down, and so weak that it was a, question lwhether I would live to reach there, but I (was nevertheless determined to make an'effort to do so. After a long journey under these most trying circumstances, Ireached my old home. I was so used up, and presented such an emaciated appearâ€" ance that my friends had no thought that I would recover. I continued to drag along in this condition for sev- eral months, when one day a cousin asked me why I did not try Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills. I was willing to try any medicine that was likely to cure me, and I sent for a supply of the pills. After I had been using the pills for about three weeks Ifelt an improvement in my condition. From that time I gradually grew better, new blood seemed coursing through, my veins, the stiffness in my joints disappeared, and the agonizing pains which had so long tortured me vani- shed. I took in all ten or twelve boxes of Dr. \Villiams’ Pink Pills, and Ihave [no hesitation in saying that I believe they saved my life, for when lreturn-ed to Canada, Ihad no hope of recovery. ' Mr. Bissell has since returned to his old home at Lincoln, Neb., but the statements made above can be vouched for by any of his friends in this section, and by all of the neigh- bors im- the vicinity 0)f his old home. Dr. \Villiams’ Pink Pills cure such apparently hopeless cases as. Mr. Bissell’s because they make 'new, rich, red blood, and thus reach the root of the trouble. These pills are the only medicine offered the public lthat can show arecord of such mar- v-ellous cures after doctors had failed. If you are at all unwell, this medi- cine will restore you to health, but. be sure you get the genuine with the full name “Dr. \Villiams’ Pink Pills for Pale People,” on the wrapper around each box. _._._¢.__..._._ A MUSICAL T‘OWVN. The most melodious town in the world is Axndreasberg, in the Hartz Mountains in Germany, where every year 250,000 canaries are reared. Of this great output no less than four fifths come to America. Of the re- mai-ning 50,000 England gets 27,000, Russia 10,000 and other European, countries outside Germany 3,000. But the flower of the flock, numbering 10,000, are kept at home to gladden the homes of the Fathenlanid, for the German is even tender of asinging canary than he is of achina dog. The canary industry and its secrets have been handed down from father to son in Andreasberg.