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Diamond Cut Diamond____. OR. THE ROUT OF THE ENEMY. fifififijfi CHAPTER KILâ€"Continued. The dark eyes seemed to pierce him through and through, so intense and burning was their scrutiny. A strongâ€" er nerved man than was our friend Al- bert might have flinched a little un- der such an examination. He hesi- tated a little. "Every soul survived!" h;-. was killedâ€"not one cried with a sort of desperation. “You saw yourself the reports iii the papersâ€"the butchery was wholesaleâ€"no one could be identi- fied. You will excuse me, sir, but the recollection of that ghastly scene of mutilated and unrecognisable hu- man forms always upsets me to this very dayâ€"it was horrible! But you know that I did what I couldâ€"that I searched in vain for the pocket-book amongst the debris of the train, and that I did succeed in recovering one packet, at least, of valuable bonds, and that I then hurried straight back to England to tell you what had taken place. You do not, surely, doubt my story now, after all these years, Mr. Dane i" ’lhe great man had removed his eyes, probably out of a sentiment of pity, from the face of his clerk. He smiled the distress in his last slightly at words. "No, I do not doubt you at all, Tri- chet," he said, not unkindly. “Be easyâ€"I trust you, and. I am grateful to you, the proof of it being that 1 am about to trust you again;" then, with a sudden, swift glance at him, “You are quite certain then that Leon dc. Brefour is dead ’3” l "Absolutely certain.” "Ah, then, I am not, at all. lieve him to be alive!" "Sir !" u' , Mr. Dane pressed a call-bell upon his table, and the errand boy entered. did this I be- “Tell Mr. Trichet what you morning, Tom." "I followed a lady as you bid me, sirâ€"she didn’t take a cab, but walked on into Cheapside, and down till she Silt: and got into the Strand, and there went into a bookseller's Stopped a. long time.” "Did site bring out any parcel i" "No, but she bought something, beâ€" cause I saw her through the window." “That will do, Tom, you may go,’ and the boy left. ’ “Now, 'l'richet, you will go to that shop, and you ,will find out where that parcel has been sentâ€"do yOu under- stand? That lady was Madame (le Brefourâ€"if her husband is alive still, she will occasionally See himâ€"if he is dead, 1 shall be glad to know it for certain. I need say no more to you, you must be quite aware of what I want to know. Death is not always able to balk the ends of Justice with such beautiful facility as it is someâ€" times supposed. Erur business is very plain and simple for the present. Find Madame de Brefour." â€"â€" CHAPTER. XIII. A smart suburban villa, square garden at the back. hundreds of thousands of them with- in thirty miles of London. The, villa is gabled, red-bricked, and pretentious, smiling at the road over a narrow' strip of neatly mown turf, across a low iron railing, like a vulgar country- town beauty anxious to show off her charms. Close muslin draperies have been lately arranged before all the windows, but that does ttot alter the ineradicable pertness of striped red and white sun blinds, nor the smug self-assm‘tion of the French window fumes, and the brass-knockered from! I l shop, with it There are door. There. are. a whole row ofthese villas down Longway Road, as like one another as peas in a pod. And yet, in one respect, this particular villa differs wider from its fellows. Every one of them possesses at the back a small garden, empty of beauty, bare of trees enclosed by a low modern wall planted with a fringe of evergreens. But the garden behind No. 10 is of a totally different character. To begin with, it is four times the size of any of the others, it is surrounded by a. very high brick wall, it is well shaded by treesâ€"and oh, best charm of all, it is old! What a magic. in the very words! An old garden! Trim flower borders, when-iii the oolutnbities and lavender, the blue lupus and the yellow snap dragon of our grtiiidmothers' days,l bloom year after year in a fragrantI and luxuriant wilderness - shaded: shrubbery paths, moss-grown beneathl the feet of a dead generation. A mul-l berry tree. old and crippled, resting] its gnarled limbs upon artificial props, like an aged pensioner on crutches, and in the. centre. of the grass plot a broken sundial, overgrown with gold and brown lichens. and little soft vel- vet-like tufts, green as tny lady's far- thingale, as she lean! against it, when she and it were young, a hundred years ago. What breath, from a higher realtn' than had over yet inspired his low-f born nature, prompted the excellent' man who built Longway Villas. to" sport- that old garden, and to adapt. it, to the needs of No. 10, rather than to, follow the instincts of his race, and to‘. sweep its tender beauties, for ever, off, the face of the earth? \\'as it, perâ€"; chance, some memory, for and faint, of his mother's cottage amongst the green Kentish lancs.’â€"-â€"or some vague.. reverent homage for a dead girl. who was laid. years ago, iii a flower~encir- clod grave, in the home of his youth? ltnpt'ixaible to say! And yet there are git-ants of poetry. sometimes. in the coarsest Soul-green spots upon the most barren soil. Be this as it may, the old garden was spared. 'l'lie it use that had stood within it was pulled down: and, perhaps, as it was ratwat- en and no longer weather-tight, one must take no ihnbrage at our friend” i woman, clasping no. the builder, for destroying it. Then the green acres on either side â€"- once known as “The Paddt.cks,"â€"~were laid out into trim and even-sized building plots. The villas arose simultaneously from the bosom of the earth, and No. 10 with them, with an additional £12 103. per annum tacked on to its rent, in consideration of the highâ€"walled gar- den to which it was annexed. One peculiarity yet remains to be mentioned. At the fifrther end, perched on the top of the wall, is a small, round summer-house, like a doveâ€"cotâ€"to which a flight of rusty tron steps spirally ascends from the path below. The railings are hidden from sight. beneath a wealth of honeyâ€" suckle and ivy; and when you have climbed up them, you find yourself in a little round chamber, from which, through a gap between the unlover backsof tall, modern houses, just one straight slice was to be seen of the shining, moving waters of the Thames, as they flowed, ever silently, onwards, London-wards, and Sea-wards. Such a. slice, it was, too! Greenest beauty from bank to bank. A tangle of wild flowers, for a foreground, along the edge of the towingâ€"pathâ€"purple spikes of loose-strife, great yellow tufts of ragwort, star-like ox-eyed daisies, and long, waving grasses, of countless form and number. Then that strip of wa- terâ€"cool, and ever~movingâ€"sometimes silvery grey as the winter skies, some- times green as the summer woodsâ€"but always and ever flowing on, with the ever-varying human burden upon its tide. Then the further bank, wooded to the water's edge, with the great climbing woods, up the steep hillâ€"side â€"such woods as only the banks of the Thames can show. Even so small a section of so lovely a. thing, as was to be seen from the little round turret on the top of the old garden-wall, was a'possession of priceless value to the dwellers of No. 10. Here it was that, in that same sum- mer in which Angel and Dulcie. Hal- liday were tasting the sweets of Lonâ€" don life to the full, a very beautiful woman was in the habit of sitting, hour after hour, during the long, hot July days. , . ‘ She would sit just within the little summerâ€"house door, on a low basketâ€" chair, with her face to the river. Some- times her eyes would fasten upon the book on her knee, and she would be so absolutely motionless that, but for the occasional flutter of the page as she turned it over, she might have been some beautiful old-world picture, fram- ed into the, open arch of the summer- house door. At. such times the. birds would come, fluttering fearlessly about her, perch upon the back of her chair, or even the folds of her dress; or feast. with happy confidence, upon the lush honeysuckle berries, within a few inches of her shoulder. Tiny spiders, too, would weave their threads backwards and forâ€" wards about her, using the brim of her hat, or the lace upon her sunshade, as objects for their architectural designs; whilst a bright-winged butterfly would now and again poise his crimson and yellow wings almost upon her neck; or, a sleepy-voiced bumble-bee, boom stum- blineg by, knocking himself clumsily against the knot of her bronze. hair, as it gleamed in his path, in the flickâ€" ering light. _. But she was not always so still. Often the. book failed to enthral her; often other thoughtsâ€"against which she vainly struggledâ€"came betwixt her soul and the. once dearly loved pages of her Montaigne, or her Bacon; and her eyes, half impatient at herself, half weary with the eternal struggle, would wander restlessly away to that glimpse of the. great world, upon the bosom of the. river, a couple of hun- dred yards away. Here she would watch the gay boat-loads of men and maidens flash suddenly into the. picture, and then as suddenly van- ish out. of it. Between one ugly straight wall and the other the revel- ation cameâ€"the tiny prow- would shoot swiftly into sighl', then the whole boat and its occupantsâ€" three or four strokes of the. flashing oars, then all would be over, and the. boat have van- ished away from her sight for ever. Sometimes it would be a steam-launch, puffing itself, noisily, into the panor- ama, with gay striped awnings, and a ‘-l'0\\'d of noisy, happy people on board. Sometimes a couple of lovers, floating slowly down stream. Sometimes a tiny outrigger shot swiftly through, with one silent man pulling long, swinging strokes, that carried him out of her picture with a lightning-like rapidity. And sometimes, again, it would be a vision of another sort; a rough barge, dirty, and smoke-be- grimed, slowly and laborioust d‘ag- get! along by the man on the towing- pathâ€"whilst a pale, hungry-looking a crying infant on her shoulder, stood, looking wistfully out at the cabin-door, with a couple of ragged urchins tumbling about at her feet. “[t Rose do Brefour would say to herself; and on those. days when the river's endless story fascinated her. her book always failed is like life i" ' to claim her mind to its pages. She could see the faces, too, as they passed by: hear their laughter, catch the. ring of their voicesâ€"the, ccnfused babel of their merry cries. Often there would be singing; the. twang of the guitar, or the jingle of silver bells; but they none of them glanced her way, or ‘caught a sight of the sad-eyed woman â€"with her beautiful, sorrowful faceâ€"â€" who watched them frotn her lonely look-out on the old garden wall. She did not spend her whole exist~ cure in til-*5? sad musings» Often she pitted the old walks below, backwards and forwards. with the small white terrier following close at her skirtsâ€" or, oftener still, she sat within. by the crippled old man's chair, in the smart The young man by the counter turn~ \‘llli drawmg-roomâ€"that she had soft- ed round sharply. journey up from the Hidden Houseâ€"â€" now two months ago. With a pang, she owned to herself, that he had nev- er rallied from it. He was more silent l l I She nodded assent. and was gone. ened and subdued. in a measure. to her own quiet coloring, with her shelves full of books, and her draperies of sob- er hue. The old man had stood the moire the "Thai lady's name is do Brefour, isn't it 3" Mr. Poyntz gave a shrewd look at the questioner from under his grey brows, with a little wrinkle of enquiry at the bridge of his nose, as of one who would say, “And pray what busiâ€" ness is it of yours. young man i" He did not, on principle, like customers who asked questions about each other. He rubbed his hands softly one over the other. and bowed. “Did you wish to speak to the lady, sir 3" "Oh. no," with a slight embarrass- ment thit was not lost upon the book- seller. “1 only thought I knew her. Her name is do llrefour, is it not I" Mr. Poyntz could not deny it. He quickly chingcd the subject by enquir- ing what he could do for the ginlle- The badly. He was more feeble since than before; less inclined to gentle rallyings of his beautiful daughter-in- lawâ€"more given to prayer, and to fre- quent interviews with the Priest, who came to see him. A terrible self-reproach would come upon her, iit times, when she realized all this. He was all she had to live for she would say to herself, in bitter- ness. Her one duty, her one trust-â€" and in that trust, perhaps, been un- faithful. ”I will never move him again!" she would say to her heart. “I will so live that it need never be gone through again. I will watch my every actionâ€" so that the danger may never arise againâ€"and I will never leave him till he dies, never for one hour." 80 she parted with her little broug- ham, and her horseâ€"as a self-indulg- ence unworthy of the life of sacrifice she had laid down for herselfâ€"so that she could devote herself more entirely to the old man. “1 have always my books!" she told he man. gentleman mentioned a volume of social sketches lately pub- lished. as buckram. Mr. l’oyntz mentally became his mind for the. rash youth who had learned precincts of his shop: “Ah, I forgot! course, insolence as he took up his mounted cane from the counter. shook herself; sufficient for me." Other occupations, too, had been add- ed to her simple and uneventful lite. She was now within reach of London -â€"and often, deeply Veiled, she would go up by train, and spend a few hours in adding to her store of beloved vol- umes- some rare 01d Edllioni 01‘ some laughed, and tilted his hat down over improved new one, advertised in the ’ his (.yes_ “they should )Ir. rage. It is an odour, lot me tell you, sir, Poyntz literally dents and learned men all over world," he replied with heat. The offensive young papers, would catch her eye, and, she “OhV indeed! Madame d8 Brefom. would 3‘3 “P to an Old b00k Shop “'9” likes the small, I suppose! And Mr. knOWIl to he? in the Stl‘illldi {ind 9111"]Gc.off1'ey Dane? Does he like it. Chdse ‘he l1'985‘11‘E‘i bring‘ng 1t home , Ah! love lurks under strange bindings with her, herself, so that she need [ 0L.c,,si,,m,“y.u leave no address behind her. And‘ “My. UPON”), Dam, is no, a custoub once or twice, whilst there, she had or- er of mine. Sir," replied In; old In,“ dered some pleasant old standard work angrily. HI do not even knowhim, which she loved, and knew well, 10_b9 save by name. But as I dot not care sent to a direction in London, wlnch for yum. remlflis' young man. I.” l I book, a new and extremely frivolousl l Such works were not in :eus‘. his line of business, he replied, and . . . ., ‘ - ' - \ ~ l crease \\. lio rcr \\tilt.ims there was an unmitigated contempt in . "mu‘ “‘0 n ' L ventured to ni‘ntion the book in trues-ii single factor is more potent [ion Wilth the sacred "nd “m‘u‘r‘ilyil mining. the outbreak of cancer in the Nothing modern. of . i you only smell of mnstiness, , c. ‘ . . here i" replied his visitor, \Vllll carelcsfl ’ manifested by modern communities is Wit ii l present thit is not unpleasing to great stn-; that gemlemim ' Statistics show that l I l tOOf 131 pounds per i l was Still written faintly. ill 991mm “1" trouble you to walk out of my shop". ‘All right, I'm off. Tata, old cock." on her ivory tablets. ' I In the whole course of a long and It was on one of these occasionali visits to London that, instigated therc- ; hon-curable career, Mr. Poyntz had never been called “old cock" beforel He gasped and fell back with closed eyes, clutching at the back‘ of a chair. For a few mimciits it seemed as though he was about to have an apo- to by the prayers and cntreaties of the old man, she had presented herself at the offices of Dane and 'I‘richet; and, sending in her card, had requested an interview with the. head of the firm.. It was not without great reluctance her upon hitn of those terrible words. As to Albert Trichett, he w'cnt down the street, twirling his that she had consented to humor father-in-law in this. “There will be danger in it; I might betray myself, and there is nothing to be gained by it," she had urged. "Ah, mon Dieu, it is so many years He cannot be made of stone, this troll-able ecstasy. He drew long breaths of delight, he. laughed for joy. “My eye! “'hit a piece of news for the Governor!” he cried to himself in ago ! man! Surely he will have forgivvn his, , , . . . . r ‘ 1 . glee. l‘hit s his little game is ililiitéhfofiiotfiin.“gilliléhlilfiis £531,011} “‘0‘; 1 ill \Vh‘tt ii kettle of fish! I think I've t 0 ' i i I l rot u ' ' ' : discovery be removed from us... f yo no“, my young fland, ind ‘ your little hish will soon be settled. bhc shook her head 534113“ . ” {Oh law! what a rage the Gov' will be "I know him better," she Sillfli he i in! I Vt ouldn’t be in your shoes, friend will never forgive either the livtng 01‘ i Geoffrey. for a good bit. Sends him lllle defld- N0 800d “’1” Come 0’3 lt-n lbooks, does she? This is real. jam. and But she went, all the same, just 10 ! no mistake! What a precious young satisfy him. _ ford! Now’s my time and if I don’t No good did come. of it. Only, hilfl mike. something out. of this my name’s she known it, the seeds of unmixed ev11 I not Albert. ’l‘rirhatt!" 110 come_ 1 And he. snapped his fingers 30 l For, a week later, she was attracted l “wrr'ly' {Ind lnplmd along “'l'h 5” lonce more up to the old bookseller's in 3 {my "ml Jimmy a Slept ‘0 um tun" little guffaws of laughter “he Strand. by one of those tempting ; "f mph. l little notices that used to prove so ir- and del‘gm‘ “1‘” more than 0"" D3880!“- resislime to her: uA bul.guin__Rure by turned in amazement to look after and unique copy of Montesquieu'slh‘m- ’“mmrlng: "mild. 01‘ drunk!" as works, very little damaged, in the ‘hP-Y "mm “Y- original French, earliest edition known.l .M”'d‘,”n‘3 d9 Bm‘roul‘ bud forgotten No reasonable offer refused." Him“ the Wm“ l’mk l0 L‘mg‘Vily So ran ' the notice in the Book Lovers' Gazett e. | lioul, a little freshened up and streng- And Rose de Brefour found her way lhfm’d [0" 11“ l‘mely life. by 1191‘ Short. that. very afternoon to the friendly bookseller in the Strand, with whom she had had many dealings already. "You must make an offer for that lfor me, Mr. Poyntz," she said, holding out the paper to him. “\Yhat will it. go for, do you suppose .3" He was a grey, bent old man, who must have spent his life in poring over the volumes in his long, low-ceilinged shop, so intimate was his knowledge of them all. He was quite used to the sight of the beautiful woman who was so fond of musty old books; he used to say to his wife, who was a dull, com- monplace old lady enough, that she made a radiance in th.‘ place when she came in, with her beauty and her sweetness. Mr. Poyntz would have smiled at her from sheer pleasure at the sight of her, only that he was a prim old man who seldom gave way to ! his feelings, and that, as he would ‘ha ve lput it, he. knew his place too well to lunbend to his customers. So he only gravely put up his double glasses at the paper she held out to him, and shrugged his shoulders. l “'lhere's no demand for that class of literature now, tna'am! it will go for I is in bzitl condition, i100. l have. been to see it. 1 half ex- .pected," he added, with something l like a sly smile hovering at the corners lof his thin lip., “that you would be looming up about it. Can l send it to , prominent among which may be men- you‘." [tinned heart weakness, bronchial and I "No: I Will call again next wet-k for lung.r troubles, nervous prostraiion, it." And just at that very minute a alternate chills and fever, a feeling of young man sauntered into the low Constant lassitude and an indistmsition doorway, and stood by the counter ' to either mental or physical exertion. lturning over the books that lay iniOften the sufferer does not recover dusty piles upon it, with an aimless front the after effects of la grippo- for lair of not exactly knowing what he 1 wanted. ' Rose was just taking her leave; she ,glanced carelessly at the man who had just entered, she could not see his face, Ebut it seemed to her that he turned his back to her with a somewhat. cur-l iious persistency. 5th had no desire] La grippe, now sweeping over this country in one of its periodic epidem- ics,is one ofthe most treacherous and difficult diseases with which medical science has to cope. lt is in its after it is particularly disas- ::i more song. it effect s that lfeeblvd constitutinnx and anions Ihose of advanced age, the number of cases terminating fatally is appalling. live-n after a mild attack ofla gi'ippe ii is inipcr-izive that tho- system should be thoroughly toned up, the strengthcnfid and the blood enriched. lfu look at him, she only noticed hitn Dr. \Villiams' Pink rot. is the. only because he studiously avoided looking medicine that can be. depended upon for lat her. As Mr. Pnyntz followed her prompiness and thoroughness in this up to the door. he added: emergent-y. These pills are a true. blood foederflaringing to the vital fluid "By the way. ma'am. that copy of the constituents that givv it richness, Congreve you wishtd me to have bound in calf will come back toâ€"night. .\in l to send it 3" (theme and fl"“f|'.z as a ionic and "Please, Mr. Poyniz." bracer to the “but.- 3331""). "To the address you gave me the oth- Mr. "'Pl'rf llagg. a well known or day, I suppose! 6. Dane, Esq, Ave- farmer living H'.Il' Xingu, b-ars lt-sli- nae Chambers." plectii: seizure, so fearful wits the effect ‘ stick 1 round and round in a. state of uncony Miserable.â€"Prompt and should be Taken to Strengthen the System. To o M low ceiling, and with thaffinui. ,‘lilour of ancient calf-bindings, which “Albert Trichet had derided, and which is as dear to every true book lover as is the fragrance of myrtle and orange-blah sums to a maidenâ€"and no disturbing memories of the strange young man by Mr. Pnyntz's lllllkxs‘ltlll, who had not looked tip at her as she went by, troubled her peace, as she minlstercd its usual to her fzither-iii-law. chatted to old Martina, gave a few directions concerning her garden to .lacqum, and :h n to 2}: her way. \' hit him nt-iigno as a companion. to the little summer- house on the top of the wall. (it) be continued.) w+â€"â€"-â€"â€"â€"â€" INCREASE OF CANCER. â€".â€"- “cut fluid to be Ropcflnlly Ilnrtul‘ttl. lti England four and a half times as many people die now frotu cancer as half a century ago, and no other dis- can show anything like such an Much “ Probably no in tlclcr~ says in the Lancet. iredisposeil than high feeding. There an be no doubt. that the greed for food Silver-liiltogether out of WW0!“on m “‘0” requirements. Many indica- tions point to the gluttonous consump- tioti of meat, which is such a charac- teristic feature of this age, as likely to be especially harmful in this respect. the ct-nsiimpt ltlu . . . . .. ,, 'l“_ of meat has fat many yi-ais bun creasing by leaps and bounds, llll it now has reached tllt‘ amazing tot lll'flf head per year, which is more lll'tl) double what it was Ital): a century ago, when the coitdtttotils in life were. more compatible wtth Hug“ feeding. \\'lt.~n excessive tju;itititfitsm_. such highly stimulating forms ‘0 it “,3 riment are ingested by poisons 'w it.it cellular metabolism is defectltie, h“ seems probable that there. may t insld excited iii those parts of tililc ‘iLtivyB whore vital processes are st't “illlbllur such excessive and disordoily Li [I 1- proliferation as may cvcntuntt' lll (“ago tret'. No doubt. other factors co-opein“ ., and among these I :lit:ultl be cs‘ptotamj; inclined to name deficient (not? 6- probably also deficiency in fies ig table food." MM ".l‘l-IE LOCAL PAPER'S HOLD. The attachment of subscribers to a \vell-oondncted niW't'slhipl'r is fully con- firmed by publishers. So long as i1 paper pursues a just, lionorablc .and. says the. Springfield, ting the. wants of its ties of judicious course, Vt., Reporter, me» is in all respects, the tween the subscriber and the paper are as hard to break up by, an outside third party as the links which bind old friends iti business on social life. Occasional defects and or- rlooked by attached 'l‘lltiy customer friendship be. rors in a newspaper are ovo those who have become through its perusal for years. sometimes become displeased with it on account of something which has slipped into its columns, and may slop taking it, but absence of the familiar sheet. at their homes or offices for a few weeks becomes a privation, and they conclude to take it again. No friend- ship on earth is more constant. llian that contracted by a reader fm a jour- nal that. makes an hottest atid earnest: visit to the shadowy old shop, with its effort to merit continued support. Grippe Epidemic Again Sweeping Over Canada With Unusual Virulence. The most Violent Attack Since t890, Leaving Be- hind a Host of After Effects that Make Life Effective means liams' Pink Pills in removing the after effects of la grippo. 'l‘h-‘i dist-am left him a victim to cold chills, violent headaches. dizziness z-nd severe palpi- .Ialion of HP lit-art. Mr. Uagg says:â€" 4 trous, and these assume many fortns,j 1 trouble “1 finally went to lloissevain and con- sultt-d a doctor, who stated, that the was likely to dew-lip- into 't‘OllHUlllpl ion. l was under his care for ' about months, anvl in cases of previously vn-_ ""1'Vt‘5 : *mn bmrt l) ‘lhtf ti- lness and strength. thus driving out v t lhv‘cl: llmllllls but was gradually growing \Vmikvr and unable to do any work. .\I lllis‘ slag»- oae of my neigh- lors advised in” to give llr. \\'illi:un~i' l’ink l’ills :i trial,and as my case can rritn-il. l determined to give tli m a fair trial and purchased a «lo/vii lows. [ft-{tire Ill" lhi I ll w l‘ ll‘il‘ll llll‘rG was good i-vidcnrw thii they were it timing in“, ind before the down Loin-s xvi-ri- u-i-e'l I “am as strong and viporoth‘ as I had i-Vi-r lawn. and Ilia vigorous is I had ever lfl'l‘l], and I “PWHIIIU‘nll Ur. Willi'iina' l’ink Pill-i for the iii-nifo'd trui‘lim follow an attack of la grippn. 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