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.diw‘ CHAPTER VlII.-â€"( Con.) “Ob, Lucy is better than any an- gel," saidEva, with impulsive afâ€" fection, ignoring theology; “she is a sweet, true-hearted girl. One would fancy she had never known an hour's sorrow, her soul is so steeped in punshine." "Tho. sunshine seems brightest when we come to it through shadow and darkness,” Ardel answered. “Oh! 6Vivian,” earnestly, “are you not glad and proud to have saved her? To have saved a life like hers is a thing to be proud and glad of while your own life lasts.” "While my own life lasts,” he echoed musingly; "but a brief space now, Eva, for joy or pride.” For answer she touched her closed lips with her fingerâ€"tips. Wickham had enticed Lucy to a second song, to which his mandoline tinkled a gay accompaniment. It was a lively love song this time. Young love and merriment rippled and laughed through the notes, as the skylark’s joy overflows in a f0untain of delight through the pure fresh air of the morning. A moment afterwards Lucy slipped quietly from the room. “The little ones,” Eva said. “I heard a whispered promise to Willy of a fairy tale in the nursery. They love her stories better than the books. You have seen and heard the last of Lucy for to-night, Vivian. Are you sorry?” She spoke lightly, but there was a curious underlying earnestness in her voice, and she glanced quickly at his face to read his thoughts. It may be that her woman’s eyes found there more than she sought, for she changed the subject quickly. “That is a wonderful diamond.” She touched the morsel of many- colored light that flickered on his finger. “You usen’t to wear jewels.” Trevor’s voice broke in before he could answer: “Come, have a game of billiards, Wickham; there is .no partng Eva and Ardel when they get together. There’s no playing billi~ ards with him, either," he added, as he and Wickham left the room; "he seems to mesmerize the billiard balls. They have to do exactly What he wants them.” “I’d rather he’d mesmerize the billiard balls than me,” Wickham reâ€" plied laugliingly; “I’m half afraid of him.” Meanwhile Ardel had drawn the diamond ring from his little finger, and dropped it into Eva’s small white palm, where it glistened like a fireâ€"fly. “Are you quite sure this is a jew~ el, Eva?” "It looks exquisite. seen anything so beautiful. a real diamond?” "Oh, it’s real enough. Mr. Ophir, of New Bond Street, tested it by every test known to the diamond ex- pert, and pronounced it a genuine Brazilian brilliant of the purest wa- I have never Isn't it tcr. He laughed in my face when I told him I made it myself. But it Was true, all the same. ‘I don’t care now. it was made, or who made it,” said he; ‘I will buy it as a pure diamond, and as many more of the same kind as you wish to .bring me. Only don't make too many of them, Dr. Ardel, and flood the markets.’ Well, I don’t mean to make any more.” “It’s wonderful!” cried Eva, with a woman’s innate delight in precious stones. “Can you make as many and as big as you choose?” “I think I could manage a Kohâ€"i- poo-â€" Eva broke outl i Noor if 'I tried hard," he said. still smiling; “but I don‘t intend to try. (There is nothing very wonderful labout it, Eva. Other people have ibought small diamonds dearly; 1 have made a big one cheaply. That is the first, and will be the last, of my making. Will you please me by wearing it for my sake?” “But why for me, Vivian?” she isaid, with her eyes on the diamond, which sparkled restlessly in her soft white palm. Then, after a moment. in a lower tone, “Is there no other woman wliomâ€"--" “There is none, Eva,” he said, anâ€" ‘swering her halfâ€"spoken question; "there never has been. Of what is called love, that love which has bound you and John together, and made your lives together a long happiness, I know nothing, except in vagues-t fancy. I have often longed for love as I walked my lonely way through this wonderful world. But it has not come with longing for it. Sometimes a bright eye, or a sweet smile, or a soft voice has fluttered my careless heart with an idle fancy, that lightly passed away, and was not love. Sometimes I seem to have found my ideal in a picture or a book. I have dreamed myself in love with Shakespeare’s Rosalind and with Tennyson’s Enid in turn. But of real, live love, of which poets write, and which men and women feel,â€"~love which absorbs all other feelings and fills a life with its radâ€" iance,â€"I have been ignorant as the blind of color. or the deaf of music. Love has passed me by. Eva. on the other side, and it is too late to hope or fear a visit now.” “It is not too late. Vivian; hope it is not too late,” said Eva Isoftly. “Love would transform your sou In its pure light I Ido the dark shadowy fears that trouble you at times would disappear.” "No, Eva; if what. you say of love be trueâ€"and I believe it trueâ€"it would but give a double terror to death. We die again and again in the deaths of those we love. The brighter our lives are the more horâ€" rible is the thought of the inevitable, unending darkness into which they vanish.” "But life 1: itself is poor and empâ€" ty, the woman said, “and is not worth the living until it has known love. If you die unloving and unâ€" loved, you die lacking the best gift of God. y: Oh! Vivian, I had so hopâ€" ed:â€" "Your hope is my fear, Eva,” he “I am not so dull but I can read the thoughts that shine through those clear eyes of- yours. But it cannot be; it must not be; even if I might hope to win her: love. I dare not wod_my failing years to the joy and freshness of her youth.” “Let her choose for herself; she will choose best for her own happiâ€" boss.” “No; in this, at least, I must choose for her. I will not let any vague, girlish fancy born of grati~ tude ruin her life.” V With a demure twinkle in her soft brown eyes Eva looked straight in his. “And yet you say you never knew what love meant, Vivian?” He met her gaze frankly, smiling a little sadly as he answered: “No; and I mean never to know. Eva. For this reason I leave you to-night. Toâ€" morrow 1 will start. again on one of my rambles round the world.” "And leave her to the first chance comer to woo and win?” “I leave her in your care, Eva.” “In my care! What can I do, what can any man or woman do, to interposed. another gore of fibre his .4 ur nvmrum ~142wa gunâ€"u: arm-iv, r.» or the Kizlmys and Bowclsâ€"Wen-kuewn Steamboat Man Endorses Dr. (:haao's Kidney-Liver Finaâ€"Statement Voucth for by Minister. Mr. James A. .3uchner, I’ort Rob- inson, Ont., was for years a steam- boat man and is favorably known in every port from Cleveland to Montâ€" real. Until a few months ago he was for years a great. sufferer from kidney disease, rheumatism and con- stipation. .llr. Chase's Kidney-Liver Pills have made him well, and for the benefit of others he has made the statement below:â€"â€"- Mr. Bucbner writes:â€"-“I"or many years I was the unhappy victim of kidney trouble, rheumatism and conâ€" stipation, which became so severe as to make life a burden. T was a conâ€" stant sufferer, entirely unfit for work; appetite was fickle; I became emaciated; could not sleep, but arose in the morning tired and enfcebled. I lingered on in this condition. gra- dually growing gorse, and became despoiidciit and discouraged because I could obtain no relief from the many medicines used. “Friisds advised llr. Chase's l-Cid- hey-Liver Pills, and I now feel thankful that this medicine came to my hands when l v. 525' in arable condii inn " ‘ gave relief, and, filled with joy at v. . signature l the thought of again ihealth, I continued the use of these pills until I had used six or eight boxes and was again enjoying my . former health and vigor. ‘1 shall alâ€" ways recommend Dr. Chase’s Kidney» Liver Pills as an ideal medicine.” Rev. W. I). Masson, Methodist ininâ€". ister, Port Robinson, Ont., writes:â€" “Being personally acquainted with Mr. J: A. Bucbner, who was cured by the use of Dr. Chase’s Kidneyâ€" Liver Pills, I can say I believe he lwould not make a statement know- iing it to be in any way misleading [or untrte.” It is by curing just such chrouic iand complicated cases as this tf‘M ll‘)r. Chase’s Kidneyâ€"Liver Pills have lbecome so well known as a medicine :of exceptional merit. Their direct ltllld. combined actipn on kidneys, liver and bowels makes them success- ful where ordinary medicines fail, iOne pill a dose; 25 cents a box, at lall dealers, or Edmanson, Bates & Co., Toronto. To protect you against imitations the portrait and of Dr. A. W. Chase, the famous receipt book author, are on .o'ery box. i l .5 recovering r {shut out love? lold fairy tale how the king closed his daughter up in the top storey of ia tower of brass to save her from the unWelcome suitor. But it; was all of no use. The suitor came, and saw, and conquered. Precaution is hopeless. Love will enter where he chooses, bringing with him great joy or great sorrow, as it may chance. Even now:â€"-â€"" There was a long pause. “Well, ‘even now’?” Ardel asked, a little impatiently. “Surely you have eyes, Vivian; you Iliave seen how young Wickham is captivated.” “Yes. I have seen. i. hopedâ€"I mean I thought, I might be mistak- en.” Then, after a pause. "Well, and if it were so?” "Would you wish it? Be frank with me. Do you like him well enough to wish it?" “There is no use trying to hide my thoughts from your eyes, Eva. I’m jealous of him: jealous of his youth, jealous of his right to woo and his hope to Win her. Yet, in spite of my jealousy, I feel there is something in his frank, joyous naâ€" ture wonderfully attractive. And you?” " “I will be frank too'. I have pitiâ€" ed him from my heart for the terri- ble ordeal he has endured. I see him bright, handsome, innocent and light- hearted. Yet there have been times this evening I came near hating him. If I were Lucy's mother, Vivian, I. would ten thousand times sooner give her to you.” He smiled and shook his head. “I know what that means. and I’m du- ly grateful. I cannot help being glad you are unfair where I am conâ€" cerned, Eva. But. believe me, it is best for all of us that I should go away.” “Best for you, perhaps; though I greatly doubt it.” “Best for her too, believe me. Youth must match with youth. Age and death are stronger than love.” “It’s profanity to say so; love lives for ever. I know and feel it; it part of my soul." He only sighed without answering, death's door; as one spares the bright, happy, fool- greatly Warâ€"'â€" ish fancies of a child. At that moment Trevor broke into the roomâ€"an common-sense and goodâ€"humor. He was in his shirt sleeves, and had a billiard cue in one hand and a lump of chalk in the other. "If you and Eva are done talking philosophy, Ardel.” he said, “come along and give this young fellow inâ€" side a beating. He is too strong for me.” "Not to-night, Trevor; and not for many a night. I’m just off.” “Off where?” “To London first, and after everywhere.’ ’ “You don't going to ride home on your at midnight?” "That’s just what I do mean. It is only a run'of an hour and a half, at the most. The moon is almost as bright as day, and my electric lamp, if I needed it, brighter than the moon.” Trevor dropped into a. chair, be- wildered at his sudden parting. “But where are you going to, and when . "c you coming back?” "You know I never make any plans. I will see that man of yours who has lost his soul to-morrow” â€"-â€"Ardel never forgot a promiseâ€"“and do what I can for him. After that 1 will wander about at large for one, two, or three months. Three, ‘I would think. is about. the limit. You know of old my' fancy for seeing every nook and corner of this wonâ€" derful, beautiful world of ours while I am in it.” ' “But what has Eva to say to all this?” Trevor asked, still dazed by the suddenness of the thing. “Oh! Eva has said her say,” .answered, with a reluctant little sigh, “quite in vain. You ought to reason with the tide about ebbing and.flowing, or the sun about rising or setting. If he will, he will; and that's the-end of it." “A wilful man will have his way. Good-bye, Trevor; good-bye, Eva. Say goodâ€"bye for me to the little .ones, and toâ€"Miss Bay. This will lbe my first. resting-place when I get :back to England again.” i “What that mean to say you are wheel she address while you are ;away?” the lawyer asked, (business :like. I .. ,- ' . ‘3 on might. as well ask an address of the wind, that blows where it Ilisteth. lily notion of travel is to be irresponsible as the bird on the wingâ€"to go where 'I like and stop when I like. Your letters can get !no closrr to me than my London adâ€" dress. Parkgate Street, until my reâ€" turn; and it’s hardly worth while ,sending at all, for I will be here as soon as I am there.” The next morning Lucy, coming down early, with a vague and timid joy new-born in her heart, was told by Eva of his going. And Eva. watching closely, saw the joy fade from her face, and whispered well Pleased to her own heart: “I was right. I knew I was right. He 'Should never have left her. But it is not too late. Three months won‘t .be long passing, and then,â€"" I I CHAPTER IX i For Vivian Ardel the next three vinonths went swiftly by. He looked in at the Academies of Paris, Berlin. and Vienna, where he had many [friends and disciples. Then he loit- ered about Home. till the memories of lost life which haunt the very air [of this city of a dead and buried past js ' tered Trevor. embodiment of kindly. mun-r, remotest wilds of Western America, in whose solitudesâ€"vast and stillâ€"- all limits of time and space seem lost. In the midst of this wild, free life. Simple, active, healthful, where quick motion or calm sleep left no time for thought, there came upon him, sudden and not to be resisted, a longing for home. Then, sudden and Iswift as a bird’s flight across conâ€" tinent and ocean, he took the straightest road to London. In ten days he was standing 'on his own doorstep with his latchâ€"key turning in the lock. But he was chilled with a strange fear, like one whose dream has come true, when he saw a‘letter waiting him on the hall-table, in the full light of the electric lamp. The writing was Tre- vor’s, but so shakey as to be scarce intelligible, and across the corner of the envelope the word “Immediate” was scrawled large. “Come at once,” the letter began abruptly; “for God’s sake come when you get this. Willie and Harry have diphtheria. Willie very bad. Eva insists on nursing them. I fear for her.” The last few words struck Ardel hardest of all. Diphtheria was his special subject. He knew the rem- edy, but he knew also the danger of the disease. He glanced at the date of the letter. It was three days’ old â€"-thl‘ee precious days irrevocably gone. His bicycle was in the stand in the hall, spick and span, and ready for the road as it had come from the maker. A moment. more, as it seemed, and he was clear of the traffic, out on the smooth, hard road to Lavella. - Hardly an hour had passed miles away. “Well?” said Ardel abruptly, for the haggard and frightened look of the other’s face frightened him. "Thank God you have come,” fal- “Poor Willie is dead one hour ago. Harry is at and Eva herself, I n â€"diell ‘j‘l‘l’here?” Ardel interrupted, with quick decision in his voice. Trevor led the way without a word to the roomy nursery. Over the other child’s cot the mother leant. “Save him, Vivian! save him!” she cried, with all the faith and fervor of achild’s prayer. “You first, Eva.” he said simply,. as he opened the medicine case. “No! no! save my boy first.” “All in good time; you first,” he said again, “you first.” “But look at him at once, Vivian. It may be too late.” “It is not too late, though there is no time to be lost.” Deftly as a lady’sâ€"maid he rolled the loose sleeve of her dressing-gown right up to the shoulder. In his hand he held a little gold syringe, with. a point fine as a needle. He pressed the keen point through .the white satin of her skin and’ sent three drops of the mysterious fluid .into the quick current of her blood. Only three drops, but it meant death baffled and life saved. Her eyes were on him all the time in pitiful entreaty. “Yes,” he answered, “you are safe; now for the boy.” “Will he pull whispered Trevor. "He will live,” Ardel answered confidently: “but it was a very close 'thing. One halfâ€"hour more and ” through, Ardel?” The mother’s frightened face stop- ped him. , "Oh! he is quite safe now, Eva. ‘All he wants is some little watching. It’s just possible I may have to reâ€" peat the operation. By the way, wnere are Lucy and Jeanette?” “They are away. Lucy does not know of this. They Went away be- fore this trouble came. They are safe, thank God.” "He. is safe too. with care.” “I will stay with him." Eva and her husband spoke together. “No,” Ardel “You both need rest. myself can be of use.” “You will let me stay too, an? I cannot leave him.” “No, Eva,” be repealed firmly, and his eyes met hers with a steady stare. . “Go now and sleep till morning,” he said, and she went. obedient as a child. "Go with her, Trevor. She will ’wako from a long sleep with life re- newvd. You, too. need rest, lyOll‘llflVO had much to suffer. Poor little Willic!â€"there is no doubt he is dead?” The tears were. in the father’s eyes as he answered,â€" “None; he died quietly and without pain an hour before you came." With his hand laid lovingly on the arm of his wife. who walked beside him passively and with eyes closed, he passed from the room. Dr. Ardel was left alone with the living child and the dead. Some faint, lingering hope, in spite of Trevor’s last words. made him walk to the little bed in the corner of the room, and draw the curtain aside, and gaze searchineg at the small, pale face. The first. look told Ardel there was iindeed no hope; but still he held the lcurtain back, and gazed steadfastly on the small. still white face. and the horror and loathing of death flooded his soulâ€"death inevitable and irreparable. He drew the curtain close. sin-g out the sight of the dead, No one but Viviâ€" l shut- and Since laccomplishment. he read Trevor’s note in Park Lane a renewal or life. a 110‘" till he grasped Trevor’s hand at his HOW manhOOCL own door at Lavella, a good thirty homer and t00k W'ldm‘ “Inf-W- answered decisively. l and. «WWW -...._...-a You remember in the lchilled him, and he fled away to the inassed to the other bedside, where the living child lay sleeping piacidly. The. potent infusion in his blood had done. its work. Ardel's eyes on the child‘s smiling face, Ardel's fingers on the child's steady pulse, told him the same story. liafiled death. had retreated before him. For s. mo- ment the physician’s heart warmed and s-wolled with a consciousness of power like a god’s. It. was he that had beaten deathâ€"had given bacli life. The next moment he was rag- ing against his own hopeless impot- ence. To, that child he had given long years of life: he could not add one second to his own. 'It was slip- ping from him swiftly and smoothly, and all his skill and power could not stay its course. He fell to envy‘ing the sleeping child. .In that tiny atom of humanity there was that re- served vitality which he had exhaus‘ ted. In his own strong frame. With all its pride and power of manhood, there was the element of decay. They two wore in the morning and the evening of their days; before the boy lay that bright youth which the man had lost for ever. The child’s eyes opening softly and suddenly startled him, seeming to read his thoughts. He made two or three quick passes. and again the eyelids closed softly in deep, hypnot‘ ic slumber. . Then all at once, as Ardel gazed on the Sleeping child, temptation siezed him and shook him like an ague fit. Here was his opportunity come at last. There was profound silence in the room, but from the cot where the sleeping child lay a voice reach- ed his soul, insistent as fate It was so easy, so certain. He hat often tested it tothe very verge of It meant; so much; youth, a His thoughts grew The miracle once wrought might be re- newod again and again. It meant â€"-his heart leaped at the thoughtâ€"u perpetual putting aside of age and death. “But the boy?” his conscience whispered; “the helpless boy?" “Well, what of him?” temptation answered boldly. “You have given him life only an hour ago. But for you he would be at this moment. like his brother yonderâ€"a mere lump of senseless clay. You only resume a small part of what you have be- stOWed. In return you give him vigorous manhood, limitless Wealth, and assured position in the world. Who could say what the child’s own choice would be, if he had power to choose?” Once more he found himself forced, as by a. power outside himself. to the bedside of the dead. Again he drew the curtains and gazed on the small, still white face. Again his very heart grew cold at the thought of blank oblivion. The longing to es- cape mastered every faculty of his ,soul. The way was open; he would take it. He dropped the curtains and shut out death, and. with pale, resolute face, took his seat once more beside the living. He whispered a few words in the ear of the sleeping inâ€" fant. A moment later he. tooâ€"selfâ€" mesmerizedâ€"had fallen into a hypâ€" notic sleep profound as the child’s. (To be continued.) ¢.____... HAPPY BABIES. HEALTHYi Every mother most earnestly de- sires to see her little ones hearty, rosy and full of life. 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