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5"); <1?! R: ‘ they got me down, and I suppose I .just twisted my arm.” ,imagination, and she. saw it all; the! ‘ terrified, .hini to the. ground and dragging him - ' ' ‘ ' ' 3i+ die, and he saw the color come and for a carriage, but there were diffi- g +WWMWWQW+§+§+Q+WM . +33E+33€+£E+32€+ f go in her lovely {Ma culues in the way. I sent one mm, + 33k “It is a poor guerdon,” she said, lwith the horses, and theother was If 4‘ with a flickering smile that seemed left with the carriage. 1 wish you + 33 to make her face more serious. “It good-night, my lord. Good-night. 3 is all dusty and faded." Lady Norah," and he raised his hat. )3 + "I would rather have it than the Norah stood, her face white and red + )1 freshest and finest!" by turnS; her father's coldness and if + Slowly she took the flowerâ€"it was :hauteur filled her With shame; She 3 33 dusty and fadedâ€"from her belt and ‘was tingling from head to foot] I held it out to him, standing with “Papa, papa!” s10 inurmurec, a- }: 33 ldowncast] face. lmost piteously. H B ' ‘g ' He too: the rose and pressed it to: “Will you not step in J.’ r. urne!" g > ' "‘- ’ glhlis lipst; tlhen, 1 cxirriled awayt bfy Ithe fsaid‘ tllelcalil. ] 1 ‘ I ! tiougi tiat Sie iac worn i , ee ingl “Jo, tiani you, my orc." é S “k that it was, so to speak part and “Thank you, thank you, thank xi is parcel of herself that she, gave him, you!” she said, slowly, her large he took her hand, and bending over eyes full of emotion, as if she meant it, kissed it passionately. to make up for her father‘s short- Norah went white to the lips. It comings. was her hand only he had kissed, but Cyril took her hand and pressed it, it Was the fil‘St kiss 0f love, and 'itland with a bow that included the stirred her maiden heart to its earl and Guildford Berton, turned depths. and went down the steps. The great With a long breath she thrilled door closed behind him. He walked throughout her whole being, and down the drive nearly to the lodge, stood IOOkhlg‘ at him. half lea-I‘mlly, then stopped suddenly and sat (lOWn. wholly entranced. He had ignored and made light of He looked up at her. his face al-lhis hurts while Norah had been with most as White as hch- lhim, now the pain in his arm was so “Ah, forgive me! Forgive me! Iâ€"-facnte that he felt giddy and sick I did not think! Iâ€"ah, you would from it_ n0t be angry. you would forgive me He leaned against the smooth-shavâ€" if you understood, if you knew how on bank of turf, and tried to feel the I IOVG YOU!" _ linjured limb, but he could scarcely She Shrunk batik slightly, and bear the touch of his own fingers. dl‘aWing hel‘ hand away, PI‘GSSOd it Was he going to be idiot enough to unconsciously against her heart. faint, he thought? Angry at the "All, I’ve said it!" he murmured, idea, he struggled to his feet, think- despcl‘ately. as if he saw that 110 had ing he would reach the lodge and ask lost her forever, but that it was USO-lfor a glass of water; but the lodge 1955 to 1111‘} and $0011” his WOI‘dS- “I and the trees and the sky executed a love you, Lady Norah! I love yon! peculiar kind of dance before his eye, Don’t speak to me yet! You are and he fell back on the bank. angry, offended! I have behaved badâ€" He had lain there in delicious un- 1y! I Ought 1101': to have said it! consciousness for a couple of mmâ€" Butâ€"” utes, when Becca 'Louth came through A sound broke the silence of the the gate. She was walking with a night. It was the opening of thellight, careful step, as if she wished great door. He stopped, and .L‘lorali,lto avoid attraietiiigdthe atfieiition. 0}: “You strained our arm?" she said; _. .- , - . . .I with a start, looked toward the the people at tie O‘gC, an 101‘ pm Utterly l‘erSinS‘ t3; accept his tone 01‘ ! l‘lggvozf onsclfould house. Two figures stood plainly reâ€" dress [fitted like an overgrown moth levity and indifference. “When? Wllenfhave walked round'n' ° vealed against the light in the hall: against, the dark trees. ' you were trying to drag the carriagel “W‘u ,, h) res ended “ladies are Cyril raised his head and passed his 3110 saw Cyril, and stepped with a out of the way?" not gn’ 309‘}! L2 breq’k Oren paw hand over his forehead. little cry or alarm, then cautiously “I dare say." 1 'k . "0 , )‘i‘vilew’ I “701% “Lady Norah, don’t cast me on? unâ€" and fearfully appr0€1dwd hlm. ” “NO! I remember, you SCflvl‘Chly 0", S’ 5. 02mm} S It, 41:3... - v'u til you have seen me, heard nicâ€"â€"â€" ’ “Why, it's the painter gentleman! tried; it must have been before tiIDt‘Plgfil t‘"f‘0thel‘ thel ‘1; He could say no more. .She,exclaimed, with a surprise which Why"â€"â€"the blood rose to her f:i(‘e,;")€8 “mg: 0’ O£;)g),31”" y They had gone up the steps: filldfintcnsified as she saw how motionâ€" then 10“ it P3110 and remorseml' and'gLHmf’qTxlllwft ‘ 3. . . he Sjoke stood before the earl and GUlldfol‘dilUSS Cyril lay. At' first she thought she cane closer to himâ€"“was it. ymilf ‘ eh l“ ‘- L19 ffatfi'oifrlll {Sud in‘ do_ Berton. |â€"â€"-well, Becca thought that he was who stopped the horses?" She let .01 ‘01 fipfwsl 13‘01’fl‘1t touch Guildford Berton darted a darkdntoxicated, and grew alarmed when, her eyes run over him. "You are all inhif’o'H .lta'm flftl‘l‘(;_1_n had look from under his brows at each ofabcnding oVei‘ him, she saw that he dusty and your coat is torn? Oh, 15’1’5' h,” I“ in“ ’1 Oil {(1 k d them in turn, then dropped his eycslhad fainted. - how blind, how blind I have been! 31‘0" _1m com??? 1‘1)“: 1“ 'i'o‘l i and stood with tightly-drawn lips inl Iâ€"ler first idea was to run to the You did stop the horses, did you not Vang??? 111831111‘0.’”“S .t lailgllifl°”'ifi; sinister silence. The earl. regarded I lodge and can the 1:00pm., J Obson’ to and you are badly hurt?" and in her 0’} “‘5' a“ 10 (“Lw’l W1 them with haughty surprise on lnslher aid; but she did not do so. sorrow and anxiety her hands went [Ming ,0“; , .3 an cold face. and in a tone of ice, dis- Eve, the mother of us all, was not together almost pitGOUSlfi- {5,4130}: 1 feé'igny] fti’ilinlafilm 1 regarding his daughter’s presence. 'lllOl'e curious than her daughter Cyril gave up. trying to smile the lip-q) ’. hi1???) ,’ Iii-fifth FRI”; but She said? , lecca, and Becca’s little mind was question away. i Ola s a.“ Rs 11. 0.1 (89.1 ,. 'h “Mr. Burne! To what do I owe the gall agog to discover the reason why “Well,” he admitted, almost as if aum‘cd hm.han( to ms “ It”: 0 pleasure of this Visit?" ’the strange gentleman should have it were something to be ashamed of, heavfilaw‘fflt l v] _ I u reach “Papa!” she said, hurriedly, “there fraueu down in a fainting fit in the .“I was lucky enough to get hold of at “1 you (0 “ m" 30 . . h s been an accident! I ’tfl Fcrn- . Court avenue. t1 1 't as clums of me but home? W111 you Send for a doctor?” (lgle's horses ran awav dfitlythc car-l So she knelt down beside the still ‘ mm' am 1 W ‘y ' “No. Illo you really wish to know, ‘ ~ ' ‘ w _ n “'11ng was "135012. and Mr. 'l3lll‘nCâ€"-â€"” 'forin, and with hands that trembled La‘dy hoiah? _ , she stopped a moment for breath, a little, unfustcned his collar, and Unblfitgf‘lazygusgnswcr‘ and he “em” “ill'r. Borne stopped the horses atllmld hel- haml, cold and wet; with . ‘ . ' . 'reat eril.” ldew from the lontT n'rass, u on his “1 $119“ light a pipe. and thrf)‘: g The I(:arl calmly took her hand andifoylwad, D D p myself into my .arnichair, and thl'lA. removed it from his an” He looked very handsome, Becca Over ,‘111 we moments Of “1‘5 eventâ€" "Excuse me," he said, coldly. “Do=thought, as he lay there and herl fulfillght' . ,, " . I understand that Mr. Burne has black, glittering eyes scanned his face badly Ovenum' Sh” smd‘ rendered you a service?” and clothes minutely. ! "Sadly? NOt to mO- H I had my “Yes, yes," she said, “Mr. Burne‘ “llas he been fighting?” she asked; “113'- if the EOdS had Unwed me my stopped the horsesâ€"the two greatgherself, as she noticed the dust and “Oh, what shall I do?" she said. ChOiCO Of & hight, I should have horsesâ€"think, papalâ€"and," her Voice‘the rent; in his coat, almost inaudibly. Chose" ” Be Stopped “1 “me' re‘ . , grew lower, and was meant for his! But there were no marks on the "I assure you that it is nothing.” membering that she was under his , _ car alone, “and he is hurt!” iclean-cut, sunburned face, and, still “Ah, I cannot trust you! You have ;P1‘0t00t!0n» all“ an “cement had ('Om‘ “That Mr. Burne is hurt I VCry;puZZlO(l, Becca thought that perhaps made light of it, and I cannot be-ipcllcd he? to be his Companion at much regret/’he said, stiifiy, "and Iihe had been knocked clown and rob- lieve that you are not hurt. 1’s itllls unusual hour, and alone, and he trust that the injury is not a saluibed. there anything, anything I can do?" Coma “0t lake advantage 0f “3 t0 ions one. Where did youâ€"erâ€"leavel llurglars and footpads were not of “NOthihg‘; howling» Lady Norah," 195’ bare hls heart Bin" the tempt? the Cfll'l‘iflg‘c: I do nOt SOB it?" ’common occurrence in Santleigh. but he managed to interpose. “onâ€"ah: the temptation was term“ “The carriage is a wreck, papa. llevoccasionally tramps passed through, "And I Was SO 50111511 I thought Of Me! , left it in the lane. iand petty larcenies followed in their nothing but myself and the-the “3011 W011}? harve 013050" t0 break “And you have taxed Mr. Burne’sltrail. others,” she said, penitcntly- “1 you" . arm? Saul ,l‘m'ah‘ “Freely kindness to the extent of accompany-' But if he had been knocked down might have known that you would knowms “7113.13 She 53;“). bl”; tr-Ymg to ing you home!” said the ear], in a and left, [or dead, his assailants had! have. tried to stop them! Oh, I “'iSh S903" banter“)eg and make hght 0f tone of rebuke, intended as much fol‘lloft him his watch, for the chain -â€"I wish I had not let you come. With hl‘s‘ yordS- Cyril as for herself. “Why did youlgnttcring in the moonlight, me! Will you go home now?” 30' 1 3110"” have Chosen to be 0f not send one of the servants here for (To be Continued.) . +- ‘ +fi+§fi+fi+l¢€+£€+fi+£§+fi+3§+£fi+fi+fi+fi+fi+fi+fi+§i+fi+fi+fi+fim CHAPTER x11. [leigh than at any other place I have lever seen her." “You are hurt!” “I wish We were home,” said Norah Only three Words. but surely never disregarding his rhapsody. “And .were three simple words more elo- even then there win he no doctor!” quellt- “That’s something to be thankful Norah stopped as she spoke. and 1‘01"" he retorted, determined to dis- looked at Cyril, and there was ooh-lliel her anxiety if he could. sternation and tender reproach in She was walking a few paces in her beaufiful eyes, as W011 as in her front of him, and stopped suddenly VOicc- T110 glance and the WQI'dS .before a small gate with a little cry made his blood run riot in his veins, of dismay. and his face was no longer pale. ’ “The gate's locked!” she said. “It is Homing", he SalQ' trying to “The keeper must have locked it." speak carelessly, and smiling, he said_ “But it is something," She per‘l “oh, what shall we do?" she exâ€" sisted, her brow wrinkled With anxâ€" claimed under her breath. icty and remOi‘Se. She had thought, “D02”; be alarmed," he said, with gofotiiieanhogsgisi’atlI’EtleCZICligggl’f 3&9 Smile; "from trespass t0 burglary I ' L ' . ‘ I had bestOWed no thought upon hiinils' 8' vely easy Step The 01“ "31 (ay ,who had come to the aid of all of them. “It is something! ,You Winced :23; Iggilu Ziluilfgheyigameglfi) Stiflgxihedged bank and smashed the Dadâ€" xlock. on until she was satisfied. ,, _ . , i. d “Well,” he said, hesitatingly. “I! Rather a mug“ 1“! 0f . , . 1 , lSesame!” he said. think I must have stiainec my aim, Norah looked at him. It seemed to or ricked it or something of the . . . , ‘ lher that he was prepared for any kmd; [mt It lsnt Of the least consuxkind of emergency, and, little thing quence' I assure you' Lady Norah", though it was, it brought a subtle + I was on forbidden ground, now I am about to make forcible entry.” .He dislodged a big stone from the 'Open Norah shuddered. She had a keen plunging horse struggling in his grasp, and eventually forcing under their hoofs. She saw it a. great deal worse than it really had been, and a faint moan broke from her now pale lips. "That I certainly will not,” reâ€" 50!“? slight SGI'Vice 13‘? FOE-(H he an" a, carriage?" ..... _+.______ ‘ sponded Cyril, with a smile. “If Sllcled' 1“ 3} 19W_Vmce- DO you "I did not thinkâ€"there was no MUSHY. you knew how glad_how proud 1am know what it is that makes me so time! ,, Oh, papa, are you not going ‘ N _ _ ) n A with youâ€"â€"â€"" He stopped, happy? to thank him for all he has done?’ Peailâ€" I beam that Jtanttte and conscious of the intensity in his “No. Are you so happy?" “I trust Mr. Burno will do me thelIIarry were about the softest couple voiCe, and that its intensity had "Very, completely happy,” he an- justice to-‘ acknowledge that I havelu‘at' “we” ever malllc‘l “1 “us brought the color to her face and swered. “It is just the reaction. attempted to thank him in. my poorltown. H ‘ I, 1 caused her to lower her eyes. When I saw you lying there so still, way." ; ImbYâ€" I ShOllld Silsf 50.. “11y. RWY “I mean that I could not think of I thoughtâ€"never mind what I “No thanks are needed, my lord,” chI‘c so soft that their friends boded to be letting you go alone.” thought; and now I have you walkâ€" said Cyril, quietly. “I am afraid the 'll'lCO before they threw it at “And yet it is such a. little way,” ing by my side. quite unhurt I feel Lady Norah puts far too high a tth' SPOILED IT ‘ALL. Snioothleighâ€"â€"I agree with you en- tirely. - Old I-Iunksâ€"Shucks! Then she renionstrated. “Yes, a very little way." “Could you not bathe it? Is broken!" she asked. “No, no," he said, with his short laugh. “That I am certain it is not, likeâ€"like a man who has escaped the value on the poor service I was for- 1058 Of a fortune, or come out well tunate to render her. I was lucky it 'fl‘Om an aWRWM‘d Scrape" enough to be passing at the moment! “Then it is all on my account," of the accident, that is all. I trustI she said, “and there is no thought of Lady Norah is not hurt. It was I; yourself.” V who should have thought of sending‘thc use of arguing! and there is no water here." “It is all on your account,” he as- "2:." - '“"“‘”".‘.“.‘."."".'TT.".‘.'""""“ » -~ n .. “If you will come," she said, “let isonted. “Don't spoil my pleasure by us get to the Court as quickly as .speaking of myself. 'Ah, there is the possible," and she set off. house!" “There is no need for hurry on my He broke off with something like a amount,” he said, pleadingly; “and Sigh as the great placc. shining in "do take my arm again.” the moonlight, loomed before them. “No,” she said, ‘Iirmly, "it is you “And now will you go?” she said. who should take mine. I ought to “Would you rather that I (lid not help, who need help more than I do. go With you to the house?” he asked. Shall I, can I, help yon?” “No.” she replied, in a low voice, “I could Walk twenty n’lilcs_ My "I was thinking of yourself. I wantâ€" arm is a little still, that is all.” 0d you to get home. I would like “Let us hurry. You do not know you to come‘, that my father may what you have done to itâ€"or will know all you have done, and thank not tell me," she added, with a re- you as you deserve.” proach that was inelTably sweet and I "Then I will come,” he said. “But serious. “'And yet you would not let you have thanked me more than me rest until you had found out that enough, La'dy Norah!" .I was not hurt,” “I have not thanked you at all. “The cases are altogether different, What could I say?" he said. “If you had been hurtâ€"â€"” “Do you really wish to thank me?" He stopped. "Don't let us think of he asked. anything so horrible." They had reached the steps, and he “What would it have mattered? I stood with one foot on the bottom am only a useless girl, while youâ€"â€" one, looking at, 1101. with a light in .Will you be able to paint?” his eyes which she seemed to feel un- HAS “.011_01. as badlyâ€"as ever. It’s der her lowered lids. the left arm.” “If you do, don’t say one word, “Upon my word, you make me feel but just give me the rose you wear.” mean,” he said, with a laugh. “I His heart smote him the moment don't believe there is anything the he had made the request, and he was mailm- with me," prepared to see her draw herself up “I do not believe a word you say.” and reprove him with a look of “Well, then, don’t let us say anyâ€" maiden dignity. thing more about it,” he remarked. But she stood and looked down at “What a lovely night! I think the the flower which Lady Ferndale had moon shines more brightly at Sant- picked for her and placed in her Sir- what's .â€".- -... ..... “Wu... l i lmmâ€"nnu mm... ....\4.42 .‘4 .m...-.«_m.p Tl‘lli'l ’ ‘i'lM I’ IRESS. i is done well. give something to the world, and the walk! will pour its your lap. M’Jlaub, those ostriches are superb. You shouldn’t thing but birds." cd)â€"“’l‘hose are not ostrichcs; they are camels.” all over, lcomplexion in the work ." lHhopboyâ€""ch’m; but ....... mum,“ “mam ‘_ -' the YOUNG 3 JUST 'A BOY'S DOG. No, siree, that dog won't bite; Not a bit 0’ danger! What’s his breed! know,- Jest a ‘boy’s dog,’ stranger. Shure I ' don't No St. Bernardâ€"yet last year, Time the snow was deepest, Dragged a little shaver home Where the hill was steepest. Aint’t a bulldog, all the same, ’Twouldn't do to scoff him. Fastened on a tramp one timeâ€"â€" Couldn’t pry him off him. Not a pointedâ€"jest the same, When it all is over, 'Ain’t a better critter round Startin’ up the plover. Sell him? Say, there ain't his price, Not in all the nation!. Jest a 'boy’s dog’; that's his breedâ€"- Finest in '_creation. CHOOSE A LIFE VOCATION. There comes a time when every growing boy must face the question: What shall I do for a life work? It is an important question, one that is as important to the parents as to the child. It is one that must be faced squarely and answered wise- ly. . 'And yet there are many who shirk and turn away, trying to avoid a direct answer, leaving the solution to what they hope will be a happy chance. 'Then there are sons who leave the solution entirely to their parents; and there are parents who leave it all to the sons. Each should consider the matter with diligence and frankness and come to a determination agreeable to both. In considering the problem it will be well to remember several things. In the first place all real success must be founded in the economic principal of becoming a producing member of the great industrial scheme. There is no room in the world for a drone. Everybody must produce something The man who produces what is most needed and most wanted receives the largest rewards. As a general rule it is wise to try to produce something of which the supply is scant. In any case, it is prudent to avoid those occupations in which there is already a surplus of the product. For instance, the world is not crying for lawyers, doc- tors, preachers, or accountants. The so-called professions are overcrowd- ed. There is a large surplus stock of legal advice on the market; also medical advice and of bookkeeping. Consequently the rewards are dimin- ishing. The kind of man that is most plenâ€" tiful in the market is the one who knows no business in particular and wants something in which he can wear good clothes while at work. The man most in demand and least plentiful is the one who has had ac- tual experience with some occupation which soils the hands and the clothes and who, at the same time, has the capacity for planning and directing. A railway manager who has tramp- ed the ties and built a trestle, a book publisher who has set type; a lumber dealer who has sem’ed as a lumber jack: a contractor who has “measured in” and “checked out"â€" Iin a word, the man most in demand and hardest to find is the one who has learned some line of business from the basement to the ‘l'ront ofâ€" fice.” The men ,who want to learn a. business from the top down are plentiful This is a great industrial era. There are opportunities for all. Every ten or twenty years the great indusâ€" trial army must be recruited anew. The time has passed when it \vaS‘not “respectable” to be anything but a "professional man.” Science and llearning have. become the handmaldâ€" ens of the industrial arts. Toâ€"day anything is honorable that Produce somethingâ€"- blessing into A CAUTJTOU S CRITIC. "Don’t you think that Miss Spriggs plays the-piano beautifully?” “Well,” answered the musician who is both conscientious and polite, “let us rather say that Miss Spriggs is beautiful when she plays the piano.’-’ ...___.__¢ ~ RING IT IN. “He made ‘quite a little speech when he proposed last night," conâ€" fidod Helen, blushiiigly. “Sort of a ringing speech, I pre« sumo?” laughed Katherine, noticing the glitter on her chum’s hand. -â€"-¢>â€"â€"â€"â€" Connoisseurâ€"“I tell you what it is, simply paint any- Artist (disgustâ€" l‘IldL-rly Ladyâ€"“’l‘his toilet soap I an: bought here has stained my face and your master told me t uould not harm the most beautiful Youthful yours ain‘t most beautiful connilexion in .he world, is it'm?" K. \V .. *r» â€"'-"‘.v. 4...“; s. .. -_ n.._,_.., .,..M._. in; _-_-_-AA-A--‘ _ ’ 1a.... kmafimmw ’ -mi -\' ml.vhu:‘6‘.$"