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A strip of rich silk embroidery tumbled from her lap on to the sward as she leaped up impulsively to welcome her visitors. She smiled with demure delight as she saw Ardel's eyes turn to the tennis court, where the young girl in the nearer court was about to serve. A ‘moment, lightly poised, with foot advanced and arm uplifted, the girl stood, in act to strikeâ€"as fair a vision asever warmed an ar- tist’s soul. But in that moment her eyes met Ardel’s, and she knew him at a glance. The ball flew aimlessly into the net, and the racket dang- ling loose in her hand, she moved slowly and shyly across the ground to join the group now gathered round Eva Trevor’s teaâ€"table. Seen unexpectedly Ardel would hardly have known her, though it was only a few months since - they had met. The haggard and hunted look was gone from her face. Her cheeks wore the tint of the blush rose, and her soft blue eyes were full of restful happiness. “You need no introduction here, Ardel,” said Trevor. smiling; “you introduced yourself once upon a time.” As Ardel took the little hand she offered him so shyly, the roseâ€"tint deepened on her cheek, and Eva again stole a quick, pleased look at the group. - “Let me introduce Mr. Wickham,” Trevor broke in. Then a look of pity stole into Lucy’s eyes, for she knew of the ordeal-through which this man had passed, and she turned to greet him with a smile. But Wickhamâ€"the ready-witted \‘s’ickhamâ€"stood for a long moment silent and motionless, dazed by her beauty, and in that moment Ardel’s kccn eyes read in his face the birth of a passion devouring as fire, hun- gry as the grave. The look passed from his face inâ€" stantly, and he bowed and smilcd, murmuring inaudible commonplace. But Eva spoke out as she welcom- ed him. “We pitied you from our very hearts, Mr. Wickham,” she said, “we two women. We knew you were in- nocent, of course, and prayed for you night and day. Thank God you escaped. God is just always.” “Thanks to your husband, Mrs. Trevor,” began Wickham, with an uneasy smile. But she held up a warning forefin- ger. _ "Oh, we know,” she said smiling; "John has no secrets from me. Thanks to Dr. Ardel, who has added yet another to the long list of the lives he has saved and made hapâ€" py ” Again her eyes glanced aside, and Sunni fan was ~®QOB®Q®®® A RANSOMED LIFE i WW WBWWQWGGWE I I I Wickham, following her gaze, was surprised at the gratitude that shone in Lucy’s face, and looked inâ€" quiringly at Eva. Meanwhile Trevor had for the mo- ment drawn Ardel aside, and they were speaking earnestly about a strange lunacy case in which the distinguished lawyer had been just engaged, and in which a great esâ€" tate was involved. The owner of the property had fallen in the hunt- ing field, his temple striking a proâ€" jecting stone. In 'that instant of time he had been transformed from a cultured gentleman, the kindest of husbands and of fathers, to a mere brute beast, full of savage m- stincts and appetites. So he had continued for months. His. bodily health was perfect; only his mind and moral character had vanished. “Some pressure or hurt to the brain tissue,” Ardel said. “I shall be glad to see him, of course, and do what I can. It does not seem a desperate case ,by any means. A trifle, is it not, Trevor? to rob a man of ‘Godâ€"like reason.’ If I get the brain tissue right, and I think I can, the mind will come back. It’s humiliating, is it not, that a skull- full of grey pulp does all the thinkâ€" ing for the best of us?” Trevor shook his head reproachfully evading a reply. "I knew you would help me, Arâ€" del,” was all he said; and they turned again to the group at the teaâ€"table. “We were just talking of you, Viv- ian,” said Eva. “I was telling Mr. Wickham about Lucy, and how ” “Then don’t,” he interposed briskâ€" ly; “it’s not on the programme. Tea and tennis are what we are here for. Yes, I’ll take another cup; thanks.” "We have got the material for a capital set,” said Trevor. “There’s young Lewin, that was playing just now with Lucyâ€"you know him, Ar- del, I think;' you knew his father. f-le's next thing to a tennis champ- ion. Lewin and Wickham ought to match Lucy and yourself. You play, I suppose, Wickham?” “A little,” Wickham replied, with the modesty of excellence. “Then I’ll stand out for this set,” said Trevor. "Won’t you play. Mrs. Trevor?” asked Wickham, turning to Eva. He did not seem altogether pleased with the proposed arrangement for a match which pitted him against any. “Oh, no,” she said, smiling. “I never play tennis. I never play any game. I cannot get up any interest in games. I cannot understand why any one should care which side of the net a ball strikes or falls, or should rush about trying to hit it. I suppose I was born old, for, even as a little girl, I felt just the same way. I never could enjoy games. I nursed my dollies then, as I mind my babies now, and let others play.” Meanwhile, Trevor picked up. his book, which lay face down on the short grass, and dropped contentedâ€" ly into a wickerwork lounge beside his wife. “Darby and Joan,” he said caressingly. “We’ll look on, little woman, while these children amuse themselves.” “I hope you play very Well, Dr. Ardel,” Lucy said timidly, when they got together to their court. "I’m only a beginner; but' I’m not a bit like Eva. I do hate to be beaten. It’s silly, 'I know; but I cannot'help it.” "I can do no more than my best,” Ardel answered, smiling at her child- like cagerness. But she knew, at once, that “his best” meant a great deal. M . 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By noting your increase in weight while using Dr. Chase’s Nerve Food you can prove that new,"firm flesh and muscular tissue are being added to the body. 50 cents a box, six boxes for $2.50, at-all dealers, or Edmanson, Bates & Company, Tor- onto. To protccf you against imi- tations the portrait and signature of Dr. A. W. Chase, the famous receipt book author, “are on every box. ant one. Both the young men play- ed well, especially Wickham; clean nd swift in stroke and service, but .just a trifle uncertain. Now and again, at seine turningâ€"point of the game, the ball would fly from his racket out of the court, or go spin- ning into the net. Lucy, too, was brilliant, but erratic. So far as Ardel was concerned. he left the play mainly to his partner, and took few strokes, but missed none. There was something almost uncanny about his skill. The balls flew precisely where he wanted them, within an inch of the net, or an inch of the line. It seemed chance at first. but it was a chance that was always chancing. Now and again the younger men got away with a. rush in the earlier games. But Lucy and her partner invariably stole up in the end for an exciting finish. In this way they had won the first set by a couple of strokes, and the second was almost over. Wickham and his partner again led to the sixth game, where they were caught and held by their opponents. Then the “vantage” swayed backwards and forwards. Twice Lucy, in her excitement, just missed the final stroke that would have closed the set, and twice her partner had pullâ€" ed off a game that had appeared lost. There was a lull for a moment, while some new balls were sent for. Lucy stood, fanning her flushed face with the brim of her broad straw hat, and the breeze of it made her soft, wavy hair rise and fall about her forehead like a luminous mist. Ardel’s eyes were charmed and his heart warmed by her innocent and unconscious loveliness. “Your service,” she said eagerly, when the balls were brought, yet with an underlying amusement at her own eagerness; “and it’s our vant- age game. Oh, I do wish you could win this time!” " He nodded and smiled, as he swung his racket over his head. Hereto- fore he had served softly. Now the whole strength of his arm and shoulâ€" der went into the stroke. Swift and straight the ball flew, a line of white, just over the net, and glanced away into space from the extreme leftâ€"hand corner of the courtâ€"an im- possible servicc. “Fifteen.” Again the same catapult service. “Thirty.” And again. “Forty.” The fourth service Wickham took with a miraculous backâ€"hand; but Ardel answered with a quick volley along the side line. and Lucy had her wish: the game and set Were won. - “Wonderful!” she cried, and clap- ped her hands with childâ€"like glee. “I cannot help it," she went on, answering the amused smile in his eyes. “Whatever I am doing, I have to do- with my whole heart; even though it is only a game of tennis.” Wickham, who was hovering un- easily round the tennis ground, join- ed them. “You play wonderfully, Dr. Ardel,” he said, a little conâ€" strainedly. “Are you ready for an- other game, Miss Ray?” “But Eva interposed. "Lucy has played enough,” she said. “She gets as excited as a child. Take her away for a quiet stroll before dinner, ViVIan.” “You and Tewin will make a capiâ€" tal match, Wickham, and I’ll umâ€" n pire, said Trevor lazily; and Wickâ€" ham made a pretence of being dc- lighted. As Ardel and Lucy strolled away together down a long, shady Walk that ran by the brink of the whisper- ing river, her mood changed. She grc" suddenly shy and silent. and the' woman absorbed the_child in her. “How thoughtless you must think me!” she said at last. “and how ungrateful! You, of all men, who have given me back my life and happiness. Words seem weak and worthless when I think of What you have done for me. I have often and often longed for the chance to thank you, and now I cannot. Oh! I wish you could look right into my heart and know what I feel.” “Believe me,”. he said gravely, “you thank me best by being hap- py.” Something in the low tone, vaguely remembered, as in a dream, stirred her heart. As she raised her clear blue eyes to him there were tears in themâ€"tears of vague delight. I For a moment their eyes met and thlI‘ souls looked through; then her gaze sought the ground, but she still felt his eyes upon her face. “Happy!” she answered; “how can I help being happy? There is hapâ€" piness in the very air of this place. My days go by so swiftly, I can scarce count them. and each is hapâ€" pier than the last. I love to be loved, and I feel that they are fond of me." A “And the past?" said Ardel. The words dropped from him almost unâ€" thinkingly. “Oh! the present is all the happier for the troubles of the past, as light is brighter from the darkness.” "You are fortunate in that feeling, Miss Ray. There are many for whom the'shadow of a gloomy past clouds the present and the future. Stillâ€"’f He broke off with a vague inflection of disappointment in his voice. Her eyes, raised suddenly, met his, and read his thought. “Oh, no!” she cried, “you not think that of me. must | _ , Indeed, I have not forgotten the:,deéid. The thought of them, the. remembrance of them, the certainty of our future meeting, is part of my life. I know that even now they rejoice in my happiness and share my gratitude." It was a 01080 match, and a bFllll I Hill ‘i’fl inn: swam. THE PITIABLE YOUNGâ€" GIRL. __ Every Mother of a Growing Girl Will Be Interested in the Story as Told By the Young Lady. Miss Laura Dumpntier is the daughter of a well-toâ€"do farmer in St. Cuthbcrt, Quebec. The circum- stances under which she was forced to discontinue her studies and leave school will be of interest to all mo- thers of growing girls, and Miss Duâ€" montier consents to make them pub- lic for the benefit her experience may be to others. She says: “At the age of tWelve I was sent to a con- vent school in this parish. At that time I was as healthy 'as any girl of my age. At the end of a couple of years, however, I felt my strength leaving me. My appetite grew poor, and I suffered from severe headaches. I nevertheless continued my studies until October, 1901, when I became very ill and was forced to leave school. The headaches that had bothered me became almost constant. I suffered from pains in the back and stomach and the least exertion would leave me almost breathless. A docâ€" tor was called ‘in and he said I was suffering from anaemia, and was in a very dangerous condition. He treat- ed- me until February without the least beneficial result. Then another doctor was called in, but no better results followed his treatment. My parents were now thoroughly alarmâ€" ed and two other doctors from St. Barthelemi were called in, and after consultation their verdict was that my trouble had reached an incurable stage. I was greatly disheartened and did not expect to live long when one day one of my friends asked me why I did not try Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills. I had lost confidence in all medicines, but was willing to try anything that might help me, and my father got me a supply of the pills. When I had used a couple of boxes it was very plain that the pills were doing me good, and after I had taken them a couple of months I was once more enjoying the blessing of geod health. I feel that Dr. Wilâ€" liams’ Pink Pills have saveh my life and I gladly give my experience. in the hope that it may be of benefit to some other young girls.” No discovery of modern times has proved such a blessing to young girls and women as Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills. They act directly on the blood and nerves, invigorate the body, regulate the functions and reâ€" store health and strength to the exâ€" hausted patient when every effort of the physician proves unavailing. These pills are sold by all dealers in medicine, or may be had by mail post paid at 50 cents a. box, or six boxes for $2.50, by writing to the Dr. Williams’ Medicine 00., Brockâ€" ville, Ont. Remember that no other medicine can take the place of these pills, and see that the full name, Dr. Williams’_ Pink Pills for Pale Peo- pie, is on the wrapper around every b-ZW. ‘- lint they are dead,“ Ardel said; and he felt, as he spoke, how feeble was the answer to her vivid faith. “Not dead, but goneybefore,” she answered, "and waiting to welcome us. The father and the mother I loved are still alive for me. I should die of grief if I doubted it. I speak to them often when I am alone, and I know they hear, and see, and love me, as in the old times, and are glad of my joy, as they grieved for my sorrow.” There was a light in her eyes and the fervor of conviction in her that filled him with' vague envy and long- ing. He thought to himself, if he could only share her comforting faith, how different would life seem to him~â€"and death. They walked on a few paces in silâ€" ence, and again she stole a look at his face. and saw it troubled. “Shall we return?” she asked tim- idly. , “Please don't. It is, a pleasure to me to hear you tell. me you are hap- py.” “It is a pleasure, then, that you have earned, Dr. Ardel; but for you -â€"-oh! do believe I am most deeply grateful. Night and morning I pray for your happiness. It is the only return I can make." ' Listening to her earnest voice, he did not dare to tell her he liadvno belief in prayer, no hope of a life beyond the grave. Her fervor Was infectious, and for one fleeting mo- ment half-unconsciously he shared her faith. ' The cloud cleared from his face. He lightly turned the talk back to her daily life at Lavella. In low, pleas- ant voice and kindly eves there was that which invited confidence. She, in artless innocence, laid bare the in- nermost thoughts of her pure soul. She was as yet half woman, half child; a woman in her feelings deep and tender, 8. child in joyous zest of life. She told him of her favorite books. In Lavella books were everyâ€" where, and reading was to her a keen delight. She lightly glanced at the varied charms they held for her with that keen instinct for the true and beautiful that is a surer guide than reason’s cold analySis. The pleasure trips with Eva by road and river, through scenes of placid beauty; the quaintly humorous sayings and d0- ings of the little ones; on every top- ic of her pleasant life her talk, ran .- A I bearer \Vith a ______â€".____.â€"_â€"_..â€"__.___ freely, enticed by Ardcl’s insidiom questioning. Ileif joy in life, a joy1 that gave a fresh charm to her loveliness, touched the heart of her sympathy keen as pain. . She was telling him of that happy sunnner’s day when she first discow ered Tennyson and read the Idylls of the King through the long, lazy sul- I try hours in a pleasure boat moored in still water under the dark green shade, while the river went by whis- pering and sparkling in the sunlight, when the deep boom of the dinner gong pealed out through the calm evening, and she broke off abruptly with a sudden relapse into shyness. “How I must have wearicd you!” she faltered. my thoughts out loud all this time.” “You have not wearied me,” he said simply. "I wanted to hear about yourself, and tempth you to tell me.” “And I yielded to temptation. Now at least I must run away. Eva will want me. She makes me believa that I am of use to her.” She gave one bright parting glancc and smile and was gone, light as a sunbeam, across the lawn. That artless smile flashed through his blood and brain, kindling a new life .in him. Unreasoning exultation ran riot in his veins as he followed her slowly to the house. At dinner Ardel sat by Eva, and Wickham and Lucy were together. The ordeal he had passed through, and her pity for him. were Wickham’s sure passport to the young girl’s favor. A handsome face and joyous manner completed the charm that pity began. Soon they were laughâ€" ing and chatting together like familiv ar friends, with all the frank free- masonry of youth. Ardel, in close converse with Eva, found his attention wandering, and ever and again his eyes would rest for a moment on the gay young couple vwith a vague sadness too gentle to be called envy. In the drawingâ€"room he found a quiet corner for himself in the shade, where he sat alone and silent for a. little, as if some sad purpose were shaping itSelf in his mind. But Eva found him in his exile. “I’ve a treat for you. Vivian,” she said; “you have not yet heard Lucy. sing.” Wickham had just given them a gay French chanson, accompanying him- self on the mandoline, from which the notes flew under his rapid finger- tips like showers of colored sparks. "Now your turn, Lucy,” Eva Whispered her; “a sad song, for a change. He likes sad songs best.” Without preface or accompaniment. Lucy sang "Auld Robin Gray.” Hers was a wonderful voice; the high note: clear as the pure thrill 'of the thrush, the low notes soft as the coo of the dove in the heart of the woods heard through the hush 01 the summer noon. , The girl’s soul Was in the song. Its sorrow wept through the plaintive notes, touching all hearts to tender- est sympathy, half pleasure and half pain. “SWeets to the sweet,” Ardel whispered to Eva,_ when the song ended in a silence that was more flattering than applause, “and youth to the young. . I have alWays thought that song the saddest in language, but it never seemed so sad before. ‘Auld Robin most of all to be pitied.” "Hasn’t she a lovely voice, Vivi- an? You seem to feel its echoes in your heart.” “She sings as I could fancy one of the angels in your happy heaven might sing, Eva,” he answered, smiling. (To be continued.) ._.__._+ ‘ OF INTEREST TO BIOTHERS. â€"â€".â€". A Safeguard for Children Cutting Teeth In Hot Weather. The time when children are cutting teeth is always an anxious one for mothers and when this occurs during the hot weather solicitude often deep- ens into alarm. So many ills that often result fasally are liable to en. sue that every mother will be inter- ested in a medical discovery that rebs‘this period of many dangers. Mrs. R. Ferguson, of 105 Mansfield street, Montreal, Que, gives her ex- perience for the benefit of 'other mothers. 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