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She: is in her wrong groove altx ether, and it is slowly but surely Eilling her.” And Nancy Hamilton, gong slow- ly home streets, was thinking over bitter] so hers-elf the conversatiJn she had just had with the good, cheery old-Thoma“S MOSS- doctor, the only friend she posses-3â€" ed in the "whole wide world. “Speak to Uncle Henry,” mused, wearily. “How sounds, and yet it is not to be done. Why should I cemplain to him, poor man? is not his life as hard as mine? And then I must never, never forget what he has done for me. Kept, fed given me deep, true love, and all against Aunt Matilda.” Nancy ‘ihivered slightly. “Aunt Iiiutildm” she repeatedâ€"she pressed one hand avcr her hot, tire-d eyesâ€"is it wrong to hate .her? Can I help hating her?” the girl cried, bitterly, to ierself. “She is not fit to may the dust from dear Uncle rim and commands him as if he I OR, A LOOK INTO iss’risr ! me, clothed me,l 'had worked himself into his proâ€" wipe , were an animal and a slave; he is, )0 weak, poor dear; he has no cour- tge, no spirit; yet,” Nancy declar- ed, boldly and stanchly, “I love lover and over again, they 3 u l § 1 + + + + + + + + + + + + .4. 4. Henry’s shoes, and yet she ordersé‘m'S but a Very Poor thing in her ll“: co-+-o-+vo‘+oc-+~c-+vo»+ooo+-o~+ooo+oo«* ' . +...+...+.¢.+-°.+.o.+.g~§ .o-+.c.+.e.+..-+ +.u.+.o.+.on+.gp+ vou+noo+noa+.o.+.9.+ ...+.. Nancy stopped suddenly, a man was standing; by the door; he was glancing eagerly up and down the street. Nancy knew for whom he was looking. It was Thomas Moss â€"â€"looking for her. Vithout hesitation she turned aside and walked rapidly into a by- street. “Of course Aunt Matilda will rage at me, but better that than a meeting with this man! His persistency is horrible. Can’t he see that I hate him! I will not go in until I think he has gone; he can’t surely stay long!” She-knew only too well the sort of greeting to expect when she did return. Mrs. Chaplin was, not likely to through the crowdedfspare her, but anything was betcr ythan to have to listen to protesta- tions of love from such a man as There were girls in the street, neighbors, but not her companions, who envied her this She, successful, coarsely handsome young easy it ‘ fellow for a lover. As to Mrs. Chaplin, she consid- ered it an honor that her husband’s nieceshoulcl be “courted,” to use her own terms, by the foreman of the large timber yard close by. Thomas Moss was a man after Matilda Chaplin’s own heart; he sent position by sheer industry, for he had neither kith nor kin, to his knowledge, to help him with money or advice; she considered Nancy, in fact, many degrees his inferior. The penniless child of an English officer and a clergyman’s daughter I eyes. If Nancy’s parents had been so grand, she informed her husband might have left their girl provided for, and not thrown her on the hands rim with all his weakness; he is alOf P0013 hard-working People like good, true, honest gentleman. mi. proud to own him despite ev» )rything.” She drew the old scarf more close- y round her with a shiver born of atigue as much as cold. “If only my mother had lived,” he mused on sorrowfully. “Dr. S'vrantley is very kind, but he does iot quite understand all I feel ; bad, vretched, miserable as this life is, l would sooner cling to itâ€"I would ooner starve than write to my fa- her’s people. How can I ever for- :et that they disowned my mother vhcn she came back from India a )roken-hearted widow to ask for iolp‘! “Was it a crime to have mar- ied my father secretly and against ' ,heir wishes? Yet because she was noor, and had gone against theirishop and that form. vishes, they left her to die and me however, she felt her arm touched, Noâ€"no, if my father’s ‘ and, turning with a start, she found me they must’herself followed and caught by the o starve. )eople ever want ! l ' l 1 she (Mrs. Chaplin) was. It was a neverâ€"ending grievance with her, this adoption of his niece; by Henry Chaplin. Yes, Nancy knew well that she was regarded enviously, and disliked cordially, by the young ladies who admired: Thomas Moss, and aspired to the honor of being his chosen wife; and for her part our heroine would: most gladly have renounced him to any, or all of them, for, though she respected the man for his industry and perseverance, she despised hisl mean, sordid, cruel nature, and hated him for his persistency in declaring love for herself. She walked as quickly as she could down the side street. She was very tired, but she seem- ed to grow easier away from the Suddenly, l eek me, not I them. Yes, on that very man she was hurrying away )oint I am resolved, >omes !” She sighed a sharp, deep ugh. “It’s lreary. and it’s awful to live know- ng that Aunt Matilda hates me; Nancy,” he whatever from. She shrank back so quickly that all very dark and Moss could not fail to see it. looking for you, “I’ve been “Your aunt’s sald. out there is one joy given to me. watching for you, andI saw you UDCIC Henry 10V‘38 me; he can’t turn down here; what did you do it ielp me or protect me from insult for? Lnd drudgery, still he loves me, poor uncle.” Don’t you get into enough rows as it is”.l And you know it ain’t quite proper for you to be out Two hot, large tears stole slowlylat this time of night alone.” lown Nancy’s pale cheeks and drop- oed onto the old plaid wrap that vas folded round her. She hugged ihe books she held closer to her with a nervous gesture, which beâ€" :okened that some new and pain- !ul thought had come to oppress ind trouble her. “I could almost grow content,” she mused on. to make myself da would only but she grows and since Mr. Mossâ€"ah MW”. worse and worse, 1?} Nancy’s lips were trembling. “Iâ€"I prefer to be alone, Mr. Moss,” she said, nervously, yet with pride and determination. “That means,” he replied, rather huskily, “that you don’t want me, don’t it, Nancy ’l” She drew a deep breath. “You know very well that I do “min. at least, try not want you, either now or at ll. t Illatll- any he halfway; clear tones. other time,” she said, in low, Unconsciously she had commenced â€"â€"the girl to walk on again, and her feet hurl murmured, suddenlyâ€"“I hate that red, but Moss kept pace with her. man ! 1â€"1 am afraid of him. Some- “Take care, Nancy, take tare," times I feel as if against myself he he muttered, in a voice heavy with will carry out his awful threat and anger and threat. marry incâ€"marry me!” Involun- tarily Nancy stopped, a cold shud- der ran through her. “I feel so powerless against him, and there is no one to help me; Aunt Matilda encourages him, she thinks him too good for me; she would only laugh, and turn things into ridicule if I were to ask her to protect me from Thomas Moss.” She moved slowly on, but she was trembling now in every limb. She was drawing near to her home. Down at the bottom of the narrow street she could see the flaming gas jest outside the small grooer’s Shep where she lived. A-wâ€"mw-~-~”*"f~‘â€"’<Wmfism' .4.’ u __ :Lflv ȣ~:wm«~w W33 “I’m not going to stand this much longerâ€"you’re going too far. Didn’t I tell you last night that you can’t fight against me? I am too strong for you, Nancy, my girlâ€"~too strong for you. You’ll have to give in in the end. Why won’t you be more sen- sible? All the people in the neigh~ borhood know what’s going on, and that you are going to be my wife. ‘ Iâ€"â€"â€"-” “Howâ€"how dare you talk to me like this '2” flashed out poor Nancy, almost distraught at his words. “I will never, never marry you. 1 will appeal to my uncle; lieâ€"lie will help me.” 4. _ lbitterly round him in a shrill, unâ€" “Your uncle ’1” Moss laughed, shortly. “Why, the old man will only be too glad to be rid of you, and see you in a home of your own. It’s common-sense, my dear girl. The shop isn’t paying, and you, pretty though you are, ain’t kept for nothing. Your uncle, indeed! Why, he couldn’t protect a fly !” “Oh! you are a coward!” Nancy said, in deep, passionate tones, “you know that my uncle loves me. I hate you more even than I did before. I tell you again I will nev- er be your wife. Don’t you under- stand? I hate you! Oh, if I could only tell you how much I hate you, Thomas Moss!” A smothered execration broke from the man’s lips. This girl’s indifference, her contempt, her openly-expressed hatred, lashed his passion to fury. They had neared a quiet corner, across one end of which ran a broader street leading to a more fashionable quarter. Putting out his strong hand, Moss gripped Nancy’s arm, and drew her back against the. wall. “I’ve stood enough for one night,” he said, in ominously quiet tones. “Hate me asmuch as you like, Nancy, you won’t alter me. I love you, my girlâ€"love you! You’ve nearly driven me mad, and I ain’t one to stand being fooled for nothing.” ' . His hold tightened on her arm, her heart beat with fear and some indescribable feeling crowded into it. Suddenly he exclaimed: “Every one sees my love for you, Nancy, and I’ve come to the end of my patience. You belong to me, and I’m going to keep what’s min-e!” He flung his arm round her, and she uttered a sharp little cry. A man in a loose overcoat, with a deep fur collar, was passing a that moment, and the girl’s voice, with its vibrations of pain and de- spair, came to his ears. Unconsciously he stopped, though the January wind was whistling pleasant way. Moss drew the girl closer to him. “I tell you I’ll better you, Nancy; and you belong to me. You shall belong to me!” With a sudden gesture, he bent his lips to hers. Nancy gave another cry, even more despairing than the last. _ “Let me go! Oh! let me go 1” And then a most astonishing thing happened. She left Thomas Moss’s arm turn from her, was conscious of a noise and a scuffle, and then realized that she was staring down at his prostrate body, while a voice saidâ€" “Don’t be afraid. He won’t inâ€" sult you again, I fancy; at least, not just yet.” “Is-~~i< he hurt Cl” breathed Nancy. {Hamming in every limb, and she lifted her eyes to the man beside her. Her protector gazed at her in as- tonishment and admiration. It was strange, indeed, to meet so beautiful a face in such a neighâ€" borhood. His wrath against Moss grew redoubled as he gazed; he had simply rushed to Nancy’s aid with all an Englishman’s impetuâ€" ous sympathy for a defenceless wo- man. Had she been old and de- crepit he would have acted just the same; but he felt now a decided longing to give Moss a good thrash- ing as he looked on the childish young face uplifted to him, elo- quent with agitation and distress. “It would serve him right if he were,” he answered, hurriedly, as he picked up her books scattered in the fracas. “Such brutes are a post on the earth. I am sorry you have been so frightened. Can I do anything more? Nancy shook her head. “I must go home,” she faltered. “Thank youâ€"oh, thank you for your kindness! Iâ€"~I do not often get any. Iâ€"I am grateful.” And drawing the old plaid about her closely, Nancy Hamilton turn- ed and walked quickly away. The man stood staring after her, and he felt a curious sensation thril- ling at his heart. “Poor little thing!” he said; and then he turned to Moss, who was just trying to push himself to his feet in a bewildered manner. He was not even scratched. The blow had been magnificently given, stunning him for a moment and felling 'him like an ox. “Look here, you coward!” said the stranger, firmly; “don’t try any more of your tricks on defence- less girls again, or it may go hard- er with you next time!” And with that he turned on his 11ch and went on'liis way. (To be continued.) 5151701133 Cure Illcllly atop: c (In cures colds. lie-Ia Lain-out nudhfllfiu ' - o - 25 conic. s-‘,. . . 3 _ will mall them. In all cases of DISTEMPER. PINK EYE, INFLUENZA, COLDS, ETC. “SEWEEEN THEM” on their tongues or in the feed put Suohn's Liquid acts on the blood and glands. It routes the disease by expelling the disease germs. trouble no matter how they are "exposed." 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It , It wards off the . and Bacteriologisls -' amounts or war y accompllsh 24 A child ' A {layering used the man as l - w By dissolving, annals ,1 cu gal): 31:32:23 andmg baseman, a. ‘ n: has: in poet of . d r a aymx: Martian in. l. ' l Tracers. If 02 f “201521 and nerve beck. Qqccn‘l “65960.. cattle, Wu, ing the formation of sodden paper balls in the stomach, which some- times proved fatal. There were girls who died or got into serious trouble through eating wisps of their own hair; dressmakers, mat, and mattress makers, who had a strange taste for cotton, string or anything at all that they might be working with, and varnishes and polish-01's who drank themselves to death with their varnish and polish. Finally, he had a go at the vege- tarians. “They are the most dif- W- salt“! FCHWiCk kept an and'! ficult people in the world to treat,” ienee alternately convulsed with Dr. Fenwick declared. “Prove to laughter and Shivering With SOID‘B- them that vegetarianism is making thing that was pretty nearly akin to horror in a lecture 'he delivered at the Institute of Hygiene, in Lon- don, England, on “‘Eccentricities of Diet.” One of his most amusing had known who suffered from the disease of “insatiable hunger.” “The earliest notice of it,” he said, “is to be found in the Book of Genesis, where Pharaoh consulted Joseph about his dream of the fat and lean kine, in which the lean kine devoured the fat ones without appearing an atom the better for it. That exactly describes the case of the ‘insatiable hunger" victims. They will eat almost anything, yet are always hungry, lean and ill- favored.” Then he went on to give instan- ces he had known. said, who ordinarily at table ate as much as the seven other members of the family put together, one day escaped to the kitchen and therel put away a raw codfish, two pounds of tallow candles and several pounds of butter. DEVOURS 100 LBS. OF MEAT. A boy victim, for medical observation, was is first the throat and lunds. allowed 25 cents. twenty-four hours freedom. . He devoured 100 lbs. of raw meat in that time, besides innumerable other things. A third patient, a little girl, was placed in a wall-ed garden -- of shrubs, so tired were her parents of her insatiable appetite. But that did not stop her eating, for later they discovered that she had eaten up all the leaves, all the small twigs, and had started gnaw- ing a bough. Another startler was the case of a boy who, on being shut up in 1 turef never live to a-great age; they lead a short but statements concerned patients hci A girl of 8, he - purposes of 1 . cures colds. heal: I ’ ihem shockingly thin, and they will say: ‘O‘h, but that’s my wiry naâ€" They are always cold; they glorious existence Many of them die of self-inflicted vegetable dyspepsia.” l“ l ShiEE'l'Etl' 6? an. filihlllllffi.” still for: lids it in 6?? its flow of flees... a cliff Eiddflhl. flit @llifihfii tenses sister, macaw Appeals to Falhcro and Mothers of Ontario on be- half of suffering children. This institution did more work in l9lO than ever before. Total ln-Patienll l,224. Oftheac, 763 were from the city and 4‘“ from the country. Since its organization, the Hospital has treated in its cots and beds 16,837 children ; l2,370 of these were unable to pay and nxanr yon MOTHER. we” hated (me, There were 60 case: of club led corrected last year. THE. HOSPITAL IS A PROVIN» _. CIAL CHARITY. The sick child from the most remote corner of an’ Ontario has [be same claim as the child living empty room, was dlSCOVGIEd after- wilhin sight of the greatHouac of Mercy in College ward to have eaten his clothes. “People like that,” said the leeâ€" turer, '“are bottomless pits. You can throw all your goods and chatâ€" tels into them.” Talking about what he called the “idiosyncracy of diet,” he told of people who plastered their food with salt and never sat down to a meal Without emptying the salt cel~ lar. He knew of a girl who never left the table with‘out‘emptying, ev- ery salt cellar she could lay hands on and who would increase ten pounds in weight in twenty-four hours. She was frequently unable to wear a dress that had been quite loose for her the previous day. CHILDREN EAT PAPER. Then he told of patients whose craze was to eat paper, these being -mostly children, who would scrape ’the paper off the walls to satisfy their strange craving, the result he- Slrccl, Toronto. Our cause is the children's cause. Could there be one that has a stronger claim on the people of this Province '1’ l8 inlanb Were relieved of this terrible clormity last year. ll lhc Hospital i510 continue its great work. it must appeal to your ocketbooku well u to your heart. Le! your Do lus be messages of mercy to- lhe suffering little children of Ont-no. _____________.._â€"â€"â€"â€"--â€"â€"â€"â€"- Please send your contributlon to J. Ross Robertson, Chnlrman. or u Douglas David-on, Secretory-Trous- ur-or, The Hospital for Sick Children. College St" Toronto. Perfect results in I “ell: cases. ‘. i 3 ii: -<;~.~\.-«_~