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Wamm Wmmsee CHAPTER III. "It is too good of you, Eva,” said ; fore just f01' ‘1 Vivian Ardel, as he warmly pressed the little hand that lay warm in his. "The poor girl has a chance of happiness at last." It was a sweet face that looked up I darkness, and I slept again. were only a dream.’ brightly into his. The eyes _ soft brown, and the, soft brown hair waved and the white forehead. full of gentle cheerfulness. _ and intellect were in her face, goodness most of allâ€"a man’s true, The slight, fragile figure} helpniate. and the bright face might have been a young girl's, but the calm, myâ€" sterious tenderness of motherhood shone in the soft eyes. Her cheek flushed at Ardel’s earn- estness. “You make me half sorry, ViVian, that the thing you ask is so to send. I should give thanks, not I saVed yours pleasant. get them. From what you tell me of her, I’m sure that the girl you savedâ€"Lucy is the name, isn’t it?â€" â€"â€"is the very girl I was longing for: a girl to be good to my little ones and make them love her. I’m sel- téab, Vivian, and Want her for my- self as wéll, for it’s lonely when John is'away, and I’m very hard to please in my friends. Just when the wish was strongest, you, who have given me so much, have given item‘s-m me this too.” “Come and see her, Eva. Mind you promise nothing till you see and speak to her.” “She is wonderfully beautiful," Whispered the softâ€"eyed little mother as she stole into the room and gazâ€" ed on the face of the young girl, who still slept. ‘ "And wonderfully young to have known such sorrow,” Ardel anSWerâ€" ed. “And good and true, if looks count for anything,” said Eva. “'Now I shall wake her and leave you alone together. After that you shall tell me if you can take her to your heart and home without fear\.” He touched the sleeping girl’s fore- head with his finger-tips, and in a low voice spoke-in her ear the one word “awake.” Then he passed noiselessly from the room, and" the blue eyes opening softly looked straight into the pitying brown. Vague at first was that look of halfâ€" that “was not all. std whole story from me. of he what had been dawu slowly in their and helped him. Dr. Ardel's pale cheeks word goes a long way. conscious questioning in those eyes“ Eva saw remembrance liquid depths. The flushed, the lips quivered as the poor girl glanced with a quick, frightened look round the luxurious room where she lay. Then her eyes came back to the sweet face that bent over her so pityingly. “What has happened?” she whispâ€" ered, so softly that Eva bent closer to hear. “How am I here?" "Can you remember nothing?” The gentle voice seemed to her courage. ' “I remember I was very miserable. I must have been mad with misery. I thought I couldvbear no more. The quiet river tempted me. I remember the cold touch of the water as it closed over me. It was awful. I was frightened; I longed to be alive again. I tried to cry out, but I could not: the water strangled my voice. I tried give ly and were lost. I remember no more.” "No more! You have no memory I l ri led where it edged answered, “ pp Her smile waslhand caressineg as she spoke. It Beauty'was he who brought you here. It but was he who saved you from the l‘iV- friends if you will come to me. Our h l | 'white quilt, and Eva wont on, her enough to dresle without friends. to pray, but my heaven. thoughts all crowded together wildâ€"aYou will "I seem to have Wakened here beâ€" moment, to see a man’s face bending over meâ€"a won- der‘ully handsome man, with dark eves full of pity, like your own. The ‘ moment the face faded into 11; was next no dream, dear," Eve. and she patth the girl’s “It was er, and it is he who is trying to make the life he saved a happy one " “It Was'he sent you to me, then?” “Yes, he sent. me dear.” “will you call me Lucy?” "My dear Lucy, he had the right He saved my life as he death. He gave me happiness as, with God's help, he will give it to you. Can you listen to me for while? Are you strong enough?" "I feel quite strong again; only a little frightened. May I hold your hand?" The hands met and clasped, and so lay White and warm on the soft, brown eyes brighter with unshed me to tell and for you to hear. We were three years marriedâ€"John and I. John was a barrister, briefless almost and I Was a governess when he married me. We were very poor and had a hard struggle to live. Then I fell sick. Two docâ€" tors saw me and said I must die, that I could not live a- month. Poor John was heart-broken. His last hope was in Dr. Ardelâ€"our friend, yours and mineâ€"the man 'whose face you saw; the most famous doctor in the world. So John somehow, by starving himself, ‘I’m- afraid, scarped together his fee. I was frightened nearly .to death as I Went into the great man’s room. 'o But my fear left me when I saw his fame and heard' him speak. He cured me within a week, but he would take no fee. I have never had a day’s real sickness since, and my eldest boy was born six years ago. But He coaxed my After a little and liked him, good He is the richest man in .London, they say, and the cleverest. The briefs began to flow in on John; he is a Queen’s counsel now, and will be soon a judge. We are rich, and have a beautiful place of .our own at Lavâ€" ella, down by the. Thames; and you are going there to-(lay, to stay with us always. That’s the whole story, Lucy.” "I stay with you! know me, or where I came from! am so stunned I hardly know self.” Then suddenly clear remem- brance came, and with it a pang sharpest pain. “Oh! mother! mother!” she wailed out, and a wild passion of Weeping choked her voice. “Don’t,” whispered Eva softly; "you will. break her heart even in I am a mother, and know. meet her again, Lucy, where there is no pain of grief." "I must go to her now at once. She lics there dead and lonely. Oh! “It is good for met John too, how you were saved? how you came how could I leave her!” But Eva lmd ‘1 I'Csu'aining hand window that looked wide over a deâ€" here?” The girl yielded to the charm Eva Trevor’s voice and answered her like a child,â€" of on hers and though the down her own cheeks. spoke to her cah‘nly, fireadtui @ase 1 INA“ of“ isjhng '. es to you, my from a more insidious come Du you poor, poor darling! BUt you don’t opened a door 1113" beamin g face 01‘ her. tears silently coursed and water. “Lie still and with listen to \me, Lucy. Your mother lies in her quiet country grave, by your father’s side, close by the church Where they prayed together. Hereafter we will come, you and I, to lay flowm's on their graves, when your sorrow is less keen, and I have learned to love her memory for your sake.” “But who did this? know to do it?” “He knew, Lucy. He knows your whole story. Don’t ask me how he knows. This morning he saw your mother laid in her quiet grave. To- day he has asked me to help to Who could make your life happy. I am here to try.” “It is too good of him; too good of you.” _ “Not of me, Lucy. I Would do anything for Vivian Ardel. But I’m doing nothing for him now. He has got me the very girl I was longing for. I know we will be Lavella is a pretty place close to the river, and then there are the children. Willie is six, and Harry nearly three, and my little niece, Jeanette, a twoâ€"yearâ€"ol,d. dimpled little darling. You like children, I hope.” "I love them.” "Then it’s settled, dear; you will to me. You are Vivian’s latest gift, and I will love you for his sake and for your own. Oh! What misâ€" ery you must have gone through!” She stooped down impulsively and kissed the young girl on the lips, and with that kiss a lifeâ€"long friend- ship Was pledged between those two. “Now, Lucy, do you feel strong I’ll help you. We are to lunch here with Dr. Ardel at three, and afterwards We go down together to our place. Are you strong enough?” , "Oh! I feel quite strong. I seem to have got new life from the long rest. But-â€"â€"â€"” ' “I know, dear. Everything is quite ready. There were your old things to go by, and I did a little shopping this morning. I came up to town early on purpose, and 'I’m sure they will fit nicelyâ€"Tinourning, of course; I knew you Would want mourning.” - Lucy looked more lovely than ever in a dress of plain black cashmere, that fitted closely to her slim figure, with no touch of color except. the soft i'rill of muslin that circled her white throat. Eva’s deft fingers wove her glossy hair into a gold coronet, glorying, as women will, in its Weight and thickness. Lucy was very shy at lunch. As Vivian Ardel took the little hand whose touch was as satin, he felt it tremble in his own, and the words of thanks faltercd on her lips. But her frank blue eyes were eloquent of gratitude. She was very shy in the train which carried them in a quick forty minutes’ run to Lavella; shy and silent as they walked together to the house along a pleasant pathâ€" way by the river’s edge. But when they reached the house, while the men passed through the hall to a sittingâ€"room on the right, Eva, beckoning to “Lucy, stole up a flight of shallow carpeted stairs, _ softly on the first 1 landing, and stood looking with on the living picture within. Lucy crept as softly behind and peeped over her shoulder, and then her shyness vanished in a moment. “Oh!” she said eloquently. Eva turned and looked at her, and saw her face bright with admiration and tenderness, which the mere sight of children wakes in the true wo- man’s heart, and was well satisfied. It was indeed as pleasant a sight as ever gladdened a mother’s eyes. The nursery was a large room full of air and'light, with a great bow liglitful prospect of meadow, wood, The walls were papered pretty pictures of nursery rhymesâ€"â€"-Jack and Jill in Kate Greenaway costumes tumbled down- hill between disconsolate Ilo-Pcep and exultunt Jack Homer. But prying little eyes and busy fingers had found the weak spots in the paper. and torn it in strips from the walls, cutting off here the head of a giant, and there the wing of a doctor Wanted to Sam the tide With a. Red Hot irenâ€"E’atient We: fairy. Cured by DR. CHASE‘S BERTMENT. Mr. Alex. McLean, Tarbot Vale, N. 8., writeJâ€"“For two years I Worked as sectionman on the Domin- ion Coal Company’s Railroad beâ€" tween Sydney and Glace Bay, N. S., and during that time was exposed to all sorts of weather. Gradually my health failed, and 'I became a vicâ€" tim of protruding piles. At first I did not know what my ailment. was, but consulted a doctor. and though he treated me for piles, they only ' gl‘eVV WOY'SG. “I was forced to give up Work and return to my home. My suffering tould scarcely be described. I. could not walk or lie down, but while the rest of the family was sleeping I would be groaning and aching from life. excruciating pains. V “Again I decided to consult a docâ€" lor. This one stripped me, and iaid the piles would have to .be nxrhed with a rodâ€"hot iron. I shivâ€" Ired at the thought of burning the lesh. and told him 1 could not ihirr‘; of undergoing such an operaâ€" suen, so he gave me some salve. for \hlch- he charged me two dollars, "A it did not do me any good. l l “I was in a desperate condition, and had about given up hope of evor be ing freed from this dreadful suffer- ing when a friend told me about Dr. Chase’s Ointment. He said he seen so many cases that it self if it failed to cure. “My experience Ointment is that the first applica- tion did me more good than did the little toddlers we]. two doctors, and it has made me as well and as free from piles as man. during the winter in the. lumber woods and experlenced no return of my old trouble. I am not putting it too strong when I say that Dr. Chase’s Ointment was worth $100 a box to me. You are free to use my testimonial for the benefit of others, as I feel it my duty to make known ithis great ointment." ' Dr. Chase‘s Ointment, 60 Cents c. box, at all dealers. ox"Edmanson. Bates and Co., Toronto. To protect you againstdmitations the portrait and signature of Dr. A. W. Chase, the famous receipt bool author, are on every box of his rem edies. 11 ad blo .. . . any with Since being cured I worked black hail. The three little delinquents wore at the moment in the room. absorbed in their several occupations. un- conscious of the eyes that looked in upon them so lovingly. In one corâ€" ner the. sixâ€"year-old boy, brownâ€" haired and brownâ€"eyed, like his mo- ther, was cuddled up in an impossiâ€" attitude, reading intently in a had - . . _ . bi -ll‘ter‘d book With anallinr reaâ€" cured that he would pay for it himâ€" “in?” L \ II 5’ illustrations of the "bluggyâ€" ' llu rv” ex )loits of Jack the Giantâ€" with Dr. Chase's Iéilifii; I - In the middle of the floor the two e together. The baby girl. a lovely little creature, brisk, black eyes and curly and checks like the daâ€" mask rose, was tenderly nursing a grotesque Dutch doll, whose round wooden head was piebald with paint. The boy, a sturdy young Saxon of three, blue-eyed, and flaxenâ€"pated, wanted the head of the Dutch doll for a drum-stick. A row was im- minent. when the' mother’s voice made itself heard at the door. “Jen,” “Willie,” “Harry,” and" book and doll and drum went down together on the floor, and there was a wild stampede to the mother’s arms. “My good little Jenny! my own big, bold boys! that; will do. Look what I have brought you. This is your new Aunt Lucy, come to stay with us always. Mind you are good to her, and -love her very much, or I will take her away again!" The little girl came at once to Lucy, and kissed her and nestled in her arms; but the boys hung back, shyly at first. But when Lucy picked un the disregarded drum from the floor and beat a rapid roll on it with her fingerâ€"tips, the fluxenâ€"hcadâ€" ed youngster crept close to her side. For a moment there was danger of the revival of the doll and drum crisis, but an amicable compromise was arrived at, and a leg, instead of a head, was sacrificed for a drum~ stick. The limb was duly wrenehed fronrits socket, the wooden-headed lady submitting to the operation with a broad, unchanging smile. Her little mistress pulled the dress down to conceal the mutilation, and eve- erybody Was satisfied. ‘ The 'elder boy, ‘meanwhile, had crept back to his book. Lucy glanced over his shoulders at. the big print and gruesome pictures, and presently, by a word or two, won his heart as a kindred spirit thirst- ing for the blood of poor dull blun~ dering giants. But when she pick~ ed up Grimm’s Fairy Tales from a neighboring shelf and began reading softly, the giantâ€"slaying Jack was in turn abandoned. She was eag- erly installed in the easy chair, and with the little girl on her knee and the two boys pressing close to her side, she tead, in a low, Sweet voice, the wonderful story of “Snow- W'hite and Rosy-Red” and “The Vic- ious DWarf and the Kind-hearted Bear.” A beautiful picture the four eager faces made; so the happy mo- ther thought as, with a sigh of suâ€" preme satisfaction, she stole from the room. The two men were standing at the drawingâ€"room window, looking out across' the green strip of sloping lawn, with its flowers and flowering ’shrubs, at the bright river, scarcely a hundred yards away; when she came quietly behind them. They turned at the sound of her step, and saw her face beaming. "They love her already, and she loves them. Listen!” The shrill treble music of children’s laughter made itself heard through the half-closed doors of the nursery. "You are my good angel, Vivian,” Eva said. "God sent you to make my life happy.” “If there is a God," Ardel said softly to himself; yet not so softly but Eva caught the words, and the joy died away in her face. But later on, when they all sat together at dinner, the vivacious Lucy of the nursery was a shy school-girl again. One quick, halfâ€" frightened glance she gave at Vivial Ardel, a glance which only Eva' noted. After that she sat with eyes cast down, and spoke when spoken to, timidly, as one who feared the sound of her own voice. - Not so Willie Trevor, the brown- eyed six-yearâ€"old, who, as Ar- del's godchild, had been allowed a seat at the table for the occasion. He Was full of childish prattle of the great things he meant to do in the worldâ€"slaughtering, for the most partâ€"when he was a “big man.” “But, Will,” his father said, "I saw you run away from the turkey- eock the other day. That Wasn’t like your friend Jack the Giant-Kilâ€" ler,‘ you know." "You forgot, pappy," the little fellow answered triumphantly, “Jack was past seven years old when he killed the giants, and I am only just six.” To which argument, of course, no reply was possible. To Vivian Ardel, who sat beside him, the boy confided in detail his plans of life. They were varied and confused, but. plenty of killing was common to them all. He had not quite decided whether he would be “a blood-stained pirate” or a conâ€" queror, he said. "A pirate, Will,” said Ardel, with a 'grim smile. On the whole, it is the decenter trade of the two.” (Tobe continued.) To prove to you that Dr. I i Chase's Ointmentisaccrtain £3 and absolute cure for each ’- ard eve-‘5' form of itching, bleediugand protrudin piles, the manufacturers have guaranteed it. as tos- timonials in the daily press and ask your neigh- bors what; they think ofit. You can use it and get- your money back if not cured. 60:: a box. at all dealers or EDMANSON.BATES b: 00.,Torento, @nGhase’s @intment MATTERS MATRIMONIAL. In Denmark 0. girl of twelve and a boy of fourteen can marry. In 'most places the limit for age is eighteen for men and sixteen for wo- men. In Germany a man can only contract marriage before his twentyâ€" first year when he is specially deâ€" clared of age, and this can only be done when he has completed his eighteenth year. In several parts of America it is unlawful for white perâ€" sons to marry black ones. The law of France is specially notable for stipulating about the legal rights of each party, and the relations of each to the ‘earnings of the other. It is literally true that the man who marâ€" ries a French woman becomes by French. law liable to be called upon for the support of. his Wife's near relatives if‘they 'are in'need. ' The relations created by a bethrothal in Hungary are expressly declared to There, that will do; give no right to demand the conclu- sion of a marriage. m. a:‘ GOULD in sun. ' .1 ON ACCOUNT OF HEADACHES' AND PAINS IN. THE SIDE. Sad Condition of 3. Bugs: Little Girl Until Dr. Wil- liams’ Pink Pills Came to Her Rescue. The Many young girls, seemingly i.» t'hae best of health, tunidenly grow listless and lose sizengt'h. The col- our leaves their cheeks; they become thin, have little or no appetite, and :Mfllsl‘ from heau‘raclxs and other bordily pain. Such was the ease (f Bessie, youngest daughter of “has. Coblciglh, Eaton Corner, Que. Speaking of his daughter’s illness amid subsequent czua‘e, Mr. Cobleig'i: says: “Up to the age of eleven, Bessie had always enjoyed the bog-t of health and took giant p-leastura in 0A.!tâ€"of-ldoor play. Sluldzdenl‘y, lilowever, sihe 860"}le to lose lam on- u‘gy; her appetite failed her; she grew t'hin amid pale; slept badly 9;: night, and complained of distress- lngg headaches in the inorn‘iim- . We thought that rest woiuil-d be. bemo- bcial to her, angd so kept her from Wheel, but instead of regaining her Wrength, she grew weaker and Weaker. To make mart-tars worse, the began to suffer from pains in the side, which were almost past midurance. At this stage we de« :kied to try Dr. Williams Phil: Pills. After a couple of weeks, the good effect of this medicine was de- :ilded'ly apparent. Bessie became more cheerful, heu‘ step quicikor, her eyes were brighter and she seemed more like her former self. We clon- iinuod giving her the pills for sev- eral weeks longer, until we felt that the had fully recovered lzur health and strength. 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He was then Prince George, “seeing the world” and having all sorts of. delightful and absurd.’ experiences, At Lisbon 3. great review was held in his honor. During the passage of the arm} Prince George’s horse became unruly and the crowd, edging nearer, mm the situation an uncomfortable ox The prince first gently and then forcibly, but without avail. and exclaimed; “Oh, you poor brute! I suppose you don’t understand English, I can’t talk to you in Portuguese.” The horse curveted again, and the prince was nearly unseated. him say, in perfect English: "Pardon me, your royal highness, but perhaps I can be of some assist- once.” The prince looked round, and saw: a. youth in the black gown and shovâ€" elâ€"hat of an English college. 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