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V x _ lso gloat a 103 to the hem o 511ng Sgwfitgllfi Lnollgiilféseintfilgim‘ Eggnwoman wléolhas 1just recleived ‘ P n ‘ : . avowal o 101‘ over’s ove. 8 81,161 the mstmmt he had Put Upoujsiightest, most trivial thing in his hull-golf Ig'zi;’sf01\v23.y._d . 1 _ life would be hers to share with him ‘ era 1, ’ 1e sai , in a ow voxce, now!” I “it is not for him. to dispose of ouri “yes, you will be famous,” 5119‘ CHAPTER XV . iiVCs- Give me your answer! Win murmured, with swoet confidence, you let me love you? W111 you tryéand again her tone thrilled through and love me in return? Will you befihim. my wife?" “Tell me so often enough," he re- ”It is impossible," she faltercd. gsponded, “and I shall be. Norah, He SL‘OOCi Stiii: his eyes bout 0“ the i now that I haVe won your love. nOW gi‘oufl'd» fighting for Sqif'COiiti‘Oi: ! that it is for you I work"â€"â€"he drew fighting" down the P51531011 that I the letter from Jack Wesley from his threatened to master her; then hej sank down on the seat again. idoarost, here is the beginning. I Norah did not dare to look atficared very little about it before to- hjm, and, with a whispered “GOOd”e day, but now I welcome it. It is an by," was turning to leave him, whenieal-nest of the success your love will a brush slipped from the front of the : bring mo," easei- EB StOOPOd ’50 Pick it up: {01“ Norah read the short note, and he getting his injured firm, but Norahi told her something of the man who bent and got it, and was placing it " had written it, 011 the 85139-1 When he Caught hei‘, “The best friend a man ever had," hand and looked up at he!“ {he said, warmly; “and he will re-- “Ah,” he said, “I cannot let you 'jcice in my joy}: 8'0 WithOUt some word i035 hard. “Your friend," she murmured. "He less cruel than that!" shall be mine, too, if he will. I She had withstood his pleading Sham love him for your sake, Cyril." voice, though every note of it had 110 hem-(1 the home from her lips found an echo in her heart, but Sl‘le,for the first time, though she had' could not withstand the touch oficauod him by it, in [my thoughhs of- his hand. As he looked up at her ten enough he saw her face change, a wave of “Dear old Jack," he said. “Yes, passionate tenderness seemed to pass he will be glad. And, Norah, you over it, her lips quivered, and, with have no regrets; you will not mind a gesture as if she were obeying an when your great friends' tell you irresistible impulse, she held out her] that vou have thrown yourself away? hand to him, and, seeing that he‘ Thatvvou, o, peer's daughter, have. 00‘11‘1 “0'0 take bOtiiv She let it f'ciiiiacmd imwisely in loving, an artist." with the simple eloquence of love upâ€"' Ho looked into her eyes with a, Ollnilis m‘m- H strange earnestness, and with the'; a“ You "love me, he lsame shadow of a smile upon his! - Norah? . handsome face. She met his ardent gaze with her- ,,N,orah touched his hand with her 'fl‘ank. tl'UStiui 0110: and SieadiiY: lips as she thought how great, howi though her face crimsoned- noble, how altogether perfect he wasi “Yes-I love!” she whispered. to her. . Ho put his arm round her, and “No one Will say that who knows] drew her toward him, passionately, you,” She said, simpl‘w “And those yet revcl‘entiy- who do notâ€"ah, why do you aski “My darling, my queen!" his voice: me? You know, you know!” seemed to sing. “In spite of all, you “Yes, I know," he echoed, with a. love me! Oh, my darling if you knew I long breath of delight and joy: “and how full of love my heart is, how i tho knowledge makes my happiness! happyâ€"~" He broke off, and, raisâ€"iall the greater. I have won you ing 1101‘ hand. kiSSC-ii it Passionately, ‘ without the aid of a. title, or wealth, tenderly; then, as her head fell upouior fame. Norah, you cannot guess, his shoulder, he pressed his lips to not, even you,‘ how sweet the knowl-i hers. * edge is to me!" and he threw back Norah did not Shrink, but her face ,- his head as if he found some myster- S‘i‘OVY Puie. 1‘01' it was the first ti1YiG;ious satisfaction in the thought. a kiss of love such as Cyril’s had= “some day, when you and I are to- touched her lips, and she trembled. ,gothop in the world, and you are “Give me one kiss in return!" helsurrounded by men of title, your pleaded. equals in rank, I shall say to myself: Casper. lying beside them in the ‘She might have chosen from among bi‘aCkeii. WatCth them SiC‘QPHY. the these, but she chose me, untitled,i great trees above them turned the poor, unknown.” gentle breeze into a song of love, thei “I have never thought of these sunlight fell upon them like a bene- things,” she said. “I care nothing diction, and all nature seemed to,for rank. Why, it; is; only a short be standing by, witnessing and apâ€",time ago that I know'I was the proving the compact of their young daughter of an earl, and"-â€"she smil- and loving hearts. To Norah, as she edâ€"“the knowledge has not made knelt, with his arm round her, her}me any the happier. It. would have head uDon his shoulder, earth seemed : made no difference to me if you had; to have transformed into paradise. been nobleâ€"I mean titled, ifâ€"lif I had ‘ She had not loved till this moment, not loved you," She breathed tho she had not known what love meant last words almost inaudibly. â€"but now! “Then you would leave the Court Cyril was the first to speak, and it and be my wife, and live with me in was almost like sacrilegc to break some little cottage and be content?”" the heavenly silence, to snap theilie asked, fervently, holding her face! spell of enchantment which their. hap- I in his hands with a tender caress. I piness had \VOVUII round them. i “Content!” she echoed, softly. “Do you know what you have “Is that the word?”â€" ‘ done?” he asked her, with mocki “I may try you some day, dearest; gravity, as he kissed the rodâ€"gold? and yetâ€"â€"-â€"â€"-” He paused, and she re- hair that brushed his cheek.. |garded him, waiting for him to flu-‘ Norah started slightly, as if awak-, ish. But he (lid not; instead, he: ing from a dream, and stroking his seemed to thrust the thought fromi hand with a caressing movementfihim, whatever it was. ‘I‘ANo,” he! looked: up at. him with a smile, half f said, “let, mo enjoy the deuirht ' shy, half grave. {feeling that you love me for D “What is“ it that I have done?" ialone; that your love is strong "Plighted your trothâ€"you, the enough to make a sacrifice for me.” Lady Norah 'Arrowdaleâ€"to a worthâ€"l less, poverty-stricken artist," he saidiyou?” she said, slowly, as if she but there was the shadow of a smilef would have liked to have it in her in his eyes, and the tone of his VOlCG:p0WUI' to do so. wasnot so solemn as the words. “Norah!” “Not worthless," she nim‘mured,; her eyes bent on his hand. ithat rapt devotion which is “Not altogether, if you have found ’ sign. something worthy, dearest!” he said.i "Will you think it strange if I ask “But a. poor and struggling man, i you to keep our engagement 1). secret anyway. And you are not afraid?” 5'for the present?" "Afraid?" she echoed. * 5 She did not remove her eycs from “Afraid of what the worldâ€"the'his face. earlâ€"will say?” “I will do everything vou wish. “Why should I care what the World 1 Whatever you wish will be good to saysâ€"and my fatherâ€"â€"â€"-" She stopâ€"ime, Cyril! Why should we tell anyâ€" ped, but her lovely eyes Were full of? one?“ courage. “He may be angry, but hei “See, dearest,” he said, “I ought, cannot separate us." 1to go to the earl this evening and The tone in which the words woregtell him all, but I know what would spoken thrilled him, and he kissedfifollow. He would refuse to give you her reverently. ito meâ€"and little wonderlâ€"and he “My brave darling," he said, in a ‘would forbid me to see you." low voice. “No, no one on earth! “His face \vent pale, and her shall separate us now that you have ; clcsed upon said you love me. No one! As foriagainst the mere suggestion of such the earl"â€"â€"lie paused a moment, as if; a terrible calamity. he were struggling with a desire to “He would say that I had taken say something and were keeping itl advantage of your ignorance of the backâ€"“Well, chn he may in tlmei world and won your heart before you give his consent. Listen, dearest; Iihnd a chance of seeing other men pocket and gave it to herâ€"“sec, murrured , love's hand lfolly. of :tered. . ‘ - v I myself lnnstake. “What sacrifice can I make for-loo01 and Pia-Y She turned her eyes upon him with i is “car , lit whenever I am,in her presence; I more worthy ‘than I am. And what could I say? Dearest, it is so true! Now, let me tell you all that is in my mind." “Tell me everything," a low voice. “You have read what my good friend says, dearest; the little pic- ture ’is a success. But there are others ready, and thoseâ€"well, I am hoping great things for them. I should like to go to the earl and say: ‘I am all unworthy of your daughter; I claim to be no more than an ar- tist, but I have made good that claim, andâ€"” “Yes, we will wait. you see things, Cyril. My will consent then." "Well, dearest,” Should not?" “Nothing shall separate us!" she murmured. Surely if the gentle wind among the leaves echoed their former love VOWS, it echoed this tender, resolute declaration of her; but it found no echo in the heart of Guildford Ber- she said, in How clearly father he said, “if he ton, who cowering behind a. huge oak, listened to every word. He stood close up against the tree, one hand thrust behind him, the other stretched up and grasping a branch with a convulsive, painful clutch. His face was white, and his lips so tightly compressed that he seemed scarcely to breathe. From his hiding place he could see their faces, but he could imagine the joy and rapture that 'glOWed in them, and the mental vision tortured him as acutely as if he had actually seen them. He longed to fling him- self between the two and tear them apart, and his limbs writhed in imâ€" potent rage, so that the branch which he held shook and trembled. Presently he peered round the tree and saw Cyril gather together his painting materialsâ€"Norah helping him with a proud tenderness display- ed in her every movement and glance -â€"and then he watched them as they walked slowly away, side by side, their eyes meeting, their hands touching. ()nco, as they were near- ly out of sight, he saw Cyril bend his head and kiss her, and at this, the last straw as it seemed, Guildâ€" ford Berton flung himself on the ground, face downward, as TI to shut out his remembrance. Five minutes passed, and then, as if with an effort, he got up and beâ€" gan to pace up and down. “Let me think!” he muttered. “Let me think!” and he pressed his hand to his forehead as if with an effort to gain composure. After a time calmness seemed to come back to him, and, with something of his usual impassive manner, he sat down at the foot of the tree, and, with his hands tightly clasped, sank into deep tlwught. 'i Lord Ferndale had said to Norah that he did. not understand Guildford Berton. Few people did. He was a mystery to all saVe himself, and that a young man, generally accounted clever, should give up his profession â€"â€"â€"in which he had shown promise of distinguishing himselfâ€"and bury'himâ€" sell‘ in a country village, seemed to all .who thought of. it thgfig‘ivildest But Guildford Berton was no fool. Even at this moment he was wise ed. "After all! I was winning, slow- ly, but surely! Slowly, inch by inch, I was getting that proud old fool under my thumb. Sooner or later his vagabond nephew, the Viscount, would have sold his birthright, and the earl would have made me his heir! Then this girl turned up. But I had reckoned on that. She is a woman, and to be won, and I would have won her! Yes, I feel it! Slowly and surely I would have gained the ascendancy over her, as I have gain- ed it over her father. Everything was in my favor. She would have been tlll'OW’ll into my society every day. I would have won her. I the steward’s son, would have been the husband of an earl’s daughter. I should have ranked as an equal in the place where my father was ser- Vant! But now!”â€"â€"he looked at the spot where Cyril had sat, and gnawâ€" ed at his lipâ€"“now, this wandering vagabond, this Scamp, steps'in beâ€" tween me and her!” His hand openâ€"‘ ed and shut convulsively. “He will marry her in spite of her father, and all that Should have been mine will be his! All! Even Norah!" The, word dropped from his lips with an in- tensity which seemed to startle even himself. "Yes, I am a fool,” he mutâ€" “Iâ€"I love her! That is my It is that which has made me weak and set my brain on fire! I love her! But for that I could be the game carefully, butâ€"but my love confuses incâ€"drives !all the thoughts out of my head!” He sprang up and pared up and down. “And she, she hates me, or to hating me! And I feel [read it in her. face, in her voice when she speaks to me! And she will thought of all I had hoped to gain, all I have lost! “No, by Heaven!" he exclaimed, raising his hand as if he were actually registering a vow, . Illie afraid, you against yours, Mr." “I will not. There is time yet! set my brain "lastâ€"the last!” i Footsteps in Becca South. He muttered an imprecation, but, man- resuming his usual iinpassive marry this artist fellow, who comes from no one knows where, and I"â€" he ground out an oathâ€""1 suppose I must give it all up, go back to Lonâ€" don, and begin the old hateful life, made all the more hateful by the Cyril illurne, and I will fight to the the bracken startled‘l his as if to protest ' him at this moment, and, thinking it ; only reason: that anything belonging; was Cyril or Norah coming back, he ito Norah was precious to him. was preparing to return to his lll(l~i big-«place, when he saw that it was WHEN THE WAR IS OVER. About the only indemnity the Russian and Jap private soldier will get. ner, he went to meet her with ailiind her ear in a caressing lover- f‘orced smile on his dark face. [like fashion; and Becca cehsed to .Becca pulled up a few paces from 5 think any more of the photograph of him, and looked aside, as if she Were sadâ€"looking woman she had ")icked not in the best of humors, and her=up on the stairs.” I first words were spoken in a piqued (To be Continued.) and injured tone. “I didn't expect to meet you," she i FOUND BY ’lTELEP‘E-IONE. said. "Well, Becca,” he retcrted, taking her hand, after a slight struggle, and_ The iateSt use Of iiie telephone is kissing her. “Unexpected pleasures:in locating 31102115 0f iiSh- The 0103‘ are all the sweeter. What is the'ii‘iC apparatus is a German Patient- matter now? In one of your tan-,A microphone, enclosed in a waterâ€" trums?" and he smiled down at hctiiigiit 05150. Connectt‘d With an 0100- with affected good-humor. {trio battery and telephone, is lowerâ€" “No, I’m not,” she said, sliortly,ied into the water. So long as the but walking by his side as he moveilficlephone hangs free no sound is away from the glade; it was justgheard, but on its coming into con- possible Cyril or Norah might 1'e<:tact with a shoal of fish the conâ€" turn: “But I ought to be. You’reistant tapping of the fish against the keeping away from me!" and she be- Emicrophone case produces a series of gall totliout and iiߤh hei' black eyesfsounds which at once betray their UPBIIV him- ” ' _ _ ipresence. The cord attached to the _ NOW, 30003: he said- iighungimicrophone is marked so that the With his impatience and speaking iniexact depth of the shoal is desigâ€" a soft, persuasive voice, “do try andinated D not be silly. Keeping away fromI ' fl'Ol'l’l you! \Vl'ly, you Child, I should like to be with you always." ' k ' 1' “And why aren’t you?” demanded The Russian Government has Becca. “Why can’t all the world bought a new breastplate. which is know we're engaged ” linipenetra'ble to rifleâ€"bullets and He cast a glance around as if hefswords, and a number of the officers dreaded that the trees would currylgone to the front in the Far East her words to human cars. [have been equipped with this now “I’m t1red.0f this playing at hide“protection against Japanese bullets. and-seek. You’re ashamed of me, Mr The breastplate, which is the inven- “Griff!!!” . ition of an Italian, Giorgiano, is Giuldford Berton hit his lips, butgmade of so“. elastic material about still kept on the patient, humoringionwfourth of an inch thick: and Sll‘llllg. ‘ ” lWeighs 4 lbs. Experiments made at 59“" Becca} d0" tfail‘f nonsense' ,St. Petersburg show that bullet-s he said Soommgly' We” take anifired‘ at the breastplate remained in the world in o ’u' confid nc over i. . L U I 0 e it and were flattened, Willi-out peneâ€" our love affair as you wish, but preâ€" ’ . . ’ i , tratino‘ th nn ‘ or sently, presently. Xou know how‘ '3 e 1 er sulface' thouoh a Often I have told you that if it wereEsevere shock was distinctly felt by known that vou a‘nd 1 were Going. to ithe wearer when shots were fired at be married,“ he spoke the wordsia' Short (“Stance- quite glibly, but it was fortunate for. ‘ 1 , Becca that she did not see his eyes! A CLLVLR RAILWAY DOG- at that moment, “it would ruin all A curious example of a dog's in- my Plans! 3011, mi‘St Wait Patient‘ltelligence is to be seen on the Mid- 1y"'Beccaf deal" . . _, . gland Railway Station at Wellin-g« She Began to Cry m an angly l‘md borough, England. This dog, a fer-- Ofuaifiilcc’in' ,t 1 ‘u v u care for meztier, belonging to an official, has now!” 5112113013150; c yo ‘ 1taken. upon himself the duty of wel- “ i ‘ . I ‘ . ~ . n . , Eve} Since that n coming every tram arrivmg there on girl came you ve changedâ€"yes, have.” youiwhich there is a restaurant car. He “That girl! What girl?" takes up his position on the platâ€" ..Whv iadv Norah! Oh I'm not form opposite. the kitchen compartâ€" blind!.‘.’ ' ' ment, and it IS rare that he 18 not “You are swim. than ever, you rewarded with a bone, with which foolish girl!” he said banterinly. he trots off to some quiet nook. “What on earth can Ladv Norah Jack is quite indifferent to all or- havc to do with you and me?" dinary'trains, and will not stir from - ' r I J I Somewhat reassured, Becca pulled his mdfitm 3 0mm- out her pocket handkerchief to wipe . #- away her tears, and in doing so out BARREIB MADE OF PAPER. the photograph of Catherine ‘ W came . Hay,“ Another recent and novel use to ' '~ 1‘ is 'n the Guildiord lierton's sharp eyeiwhlch papel 1% bem° pm, 1 . manufacture of barrels. 'lhe Wine- caught it ina nioment,-'and he stoop- . . ed and picked it up, and, holding it growers 0i Gleece, being badly off over his head above her reach, shook for W00“ With ‘ViiiCh to quiSii‘PCt his head at he,- smning1y_ their casks, and the cost of its 1m- ..Hauo' Becca! What’s this? Come, port being excessive, lately resolved that's good! You talk like this to to employ paper in the manufacture me, and at the same time early of their barrels, which Will, it is young men’s portraits in your pocket said, be soon in universal uSe chow throughout the country. :1 ~ . v . r "-""‘“"+_ me Iga‘ffi‘fi a yo‘mg ma“ 5' FOR COUNTING HERRINGS. “After I have admired my rival,” Vol-V clever is a Swedish inventor he said! With mock jealous-‘7' “Reai‘ named Ekenberg, Who has construct- ly, Becca, I knew you were 11 iittle ed a machine which takes herrings flirt, butâ€"What's ihiS?” iJU bi'Oke Cirrus thcv come from the not. Sorts Em he looyed lit the portrait" “Iti‘tllelll into the four silos recognized 15 Lady l‘orah 3?” he added’ as he iby the trade, scrapes ofl‘ their scales, Give it Irled tho] {ifffili‘itmn’lafild hail vORION-um off their heads, splits, cleans, ‘ ‘ 1’ u u , cmngm' (’10 am 0W 1 you and washes them inSide and out. get 0t?" Th _ . . . ,._ u - .. . e machine does all this automaLi I. found it on the ’s'tancase. Sheicuuv’ and turns out 20,000 herrings must have dropped 1t. I “~h u. “\Iery likely.” ‘le O l- “Wcll, give it me back if looked at it long enough." . â€"â€"â€"â€"-â€"â€"+ Wu""l EMOTION srors A CONCERT. But with a smile he put the photo- The tenth bar of Chopin’s “Elmer- ‘graph in his breast pocket, whore itlal March” had been reached at. a llay near the little blue p‘nial. lumen“ in stroshurg when the plan-- I “Not just .VU'C.” he said. “Don‘t ist found himself playing alone. The 3111111 1‘11"" it haUkiofher members of the orclurstra, ovâ€" llii‘t‘SOIli'iY~” . . ercomc by emotion, had ceased “What do you want it for?" shegde- :pmymg' The pianist rose in tears mmMCd' _ iand left the room, and the pro- l-fe could not have given her tllfbggl.amxnc abruptly Closed. ._,}__._..._._. v‘ 1‘- Ihyv " J Y7 , “For nothing,” he said, lightly. “IL “MALL LO" ,“You shall haVe it back toâ€"morrow. ,lIe knows not who slew (.‘oliafh iva, don’t bother, llecca,” and be} Dr who by the ravens was fed, Hirew her arm within his and put L For Sumlny school picnics are oVer 'back a tress of her black hair be-l And Christmas trees are ahead. i . â€" .‘._.â€".u.w.fiw.u,..w- m” ‘.........._.