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':'_L ,§;+++++++++++++++++++++ MH‘HH ++++++~i+¢++++++ -.._.~--.. 9.. +.o.+...+.g.+ogn+.ou+.oo+ 0.5+..l+c.o+o..+ CHAPTER X.â€"(Cont’d) As she met the glance of those black eyes, she shivered, then pride gave her strength. With a bow she was passing him, when Thomas Crawshaw stopped her. “Wait a bit, Nancy, I want a word with you, if you please.” She turned pale as death. Was this the fulfilment already of her vague presentiment? “You seem to have something on your mind, Nancy,” Craivshaw wont on, fixing her with his eyes; “have you had bad news from home ‘2” The last sentence roused her an- ger. “I have business indoors, Mr. Crawsh-aw; you will pardon me if I leave you, Iâ€"â€"â€"” ' “Your business can wait,” he said, quietly, and'at his tone she shrank back. ' There was a nasty air of deter- mination about him; she felt a sud- den loathing and fear spring up anew for this man. ' “I have waited for this opportu- nity, Nancy,” Crawshaw went on slowly, “and I am not going to lose it, now I’ve got it; I have a good deal to say to you,_my girl.” He pause-d, and Nancy, weakened from her long, anxious mental struggle, andfaint with the heat, leaned her hand on the top of the rustic seat to support herself. But though she was physically weak, her mental courage was strong. “You can have nothing to say to me to which I care to listen,” she said, in' quiet, forcible tones. A flash of anger shot across Craw- shaw’s swarthy face. “I’ve got a question to ask you,” he replied, shortly, “and I want an answer 1” Nancy turned her eyes upon the roses nod-ding near. Oh! if they were but human, and could help her to escape this man! She felt a curious sensation, as though a net were suddenly flung about her, and she was being gradually drawn toward her old life. She passe-d one cold, trembling hand over her eyes, while Craw- shaw watched her carefully. “You know what it is, Nancy,” he‘ remarked, coming a step near- or She shook her head and shrank away from him. Crawshaw’s face darkened. “Your memory must be bad, then,” he said, curtly. “There is only one question I am likely to ask you, Nancy, and you’ve heard it before.” She was trembling in every limb now. “Then I have but to give you the same answer as I have always done,” she replied, in a voice that would tremble. “I think not.” Crawshaw spoke in ominously calm accents. He paused. and then said, with great deliberation: ‘ “Will you be my wife, Nancy Hamilton '2” She retreated from him with a shudder. “Noâ€"â€"noâ€"â€"nevcr!” she. murmur- ed, overwhelmed with fear and disâ€" gust. “Iâ€"â€"I would sooner die! Let me pass. Iâ€"â€"â€"â€"” But Crawshaw was not to be dis~ missed so easily; he caught her arm, and drew her back. " “Die or not, you shall be my .wife!” he muttered. furiously. His face was pale to his lips. and the effect was horrible, with his coalâ€" black eyes and hair. “I have sworn it, and I mean to stick to. my oath.” Nancy wrenched her arm from his grasp. “I am not the lonely, friendless girl I was,” she answered him, though she was trembling in every limb. “I have ir‘icnds who will protect me from such vulgar threats. I_____” “Friends!” he repeated, pas- sionately. “ch, I know your frienLlâ€"your lover, Nancyvthe man who gets the kisses that belong to me. Well, go to him, and see if he will protect you, and keep your uncle,.I-Ienry Chaplin, out of a priâ€" son coll.” Nancy was rushing impetuously away, when his last words stayed her; the hot flush of anger died ’ 830m her face. OR, A LOOK INTO THE PAST Nancy could hardly breathe;.her strength seemed to leave her sudâ€" denly; she shut her eyes to hide his face from her sight. I" I “Yes,” she said, in choked, strained tones, “ifâ€"it isâ€"to save him, Iâ€"will be your wife.” With an exclamation of triumph, Crawshaw had her in his arms, and -kisscd her pale, cold lips. “At last Iâ€"at last!” he muttered. I’ve vowed it should be, and it has come. I’ve loved you from first to ,last. Even now, when I could mar- ? ry any woman I chose, I’ve come +-O-+-or+oo-+-o-+-o-+-o-+-o-+-o-§-e.+-c-+m back to you, Nancy.” “L ‘ , I?” 1 mtml I He kissed her again, but sheniade A PUSOD Fffl - 5]? 1013mm“, ‘lno response, she lay, like an image slowly, yet witn growmg 1101101" 10f stone in his arms. Her apathy My 33910 Whatâ€"What "10 iyuu lungerecl him. He loosened his hold, “lazuli ” , lso that she staggered back and . I mean" . Said Cl'awSha‘V: Speak' nearly fell; but as he came near 111% very (luletlya “that your .“nc’e 'her all her misery awoke, and she has wiry fOHSh’y Occuple'd 11111156” :felt as though she would go mad if with forging my name to the tune he touched her of a couple of hundred pounds; .‘Go_n.o_lea've me!” She Whis_ that’s What I mean, MISS N‘lnC-y‘ pered slii'inkinir farther away from This old scoundrel confessed it to him. ’ ° me with his own lips only yesternl With a savage exclamation; yet - ,. p , _ with an exultant heart, Thomas Amlf‘md'flt was m. yom Crawshaw obeyed her. hand“ . - . i “I have won,” he said, triumph- The 8’11'1’5 11133 could get 110 .fur‘ antly, to himself; but as he was ther. 4 moving away he turned. “Underâ€" Mr. Crawshaw took out a gorge- stand,” he said, curtly, “you’ve ous case, and without an apology lit not to utter one word of this to a a cigar. . - ( living vsoul. Let the world know “Yes,” he said, carelessly, fling-l n9l7hingr except that you 1‘4"? my ing {LVVaJy the Inatch’ "it rests in \Vlfe of your OVVI} {1'60 “’lll. Illllld my hands whether I will prosecute ’01”) you have SPOken l0 1133?! one Of _ ’them, I shall put your uncle’s case in the hands of the proper authori- ties without delay.” If Nancy heard, she made no him or no; or, rather, I should say it rests in yours, Nancy.” "In mine 2” The two words were whispered . faintly, Sign, and as she walked awav. “Yes, in yours. Marry me and Ig‘lorying in his cowardly conquest. I’ll say no more about it, though gshe fell prone on the ground in siâ€" the old chap has .done' me out of Qlent agony and unfathomable do- two hundred quid. But you refuse ,Spalr. ‘ me, andwwell, Henry Chaplin Will And still the sun shone and the son.’ ” ' ‘ roSes nodded, heedless of her bro- Nancy paused; her brain reeled, ken heart and ruined life, heedlcss Her uncle, her mother’s beloved that her joyous spirit is lowered, ibrother the only creature in the her lovmg nature. wide world who had given her love “All bereft, l ,and tenderness in those old miser- 1able daysâ€"her poor, brokenâ€"down 'AS when some tower doth fall, uncle in a prison cell !â€"â€"it was hor- ‘Witll battlemcnts 'and wall, ribleâ€"itâ€"â€"â€" ‘ ‘ And gates, and bridge, and all, “I do not believe it !â€"â€"I do not And nothing left.” gbelieve it!” she cried, fiercely, turnâ€" ing on him. ~ -' CHAPTER XI. “Then your uncle’s own hand . must prove the truth. Miss Leices- lthe long Summer (lily “lb-’91} hemk," ter entrusted me with some letters ,ed the evemng Of Dermal; S realm; for you that have arrived bV the iand she eigpresscd such a demdcd second post. Unless I am mistaken illilshl for Ii‘cmffterljs cofi’pfin' , l - y . ionsnp, '1a (8813110 'i-erse 2-1c I see Henry Lhaphn S SCIan little mistress of Ripstone Hall among them.” h 1 t u h 0 .1 I. r, 1, , - , at .0 irow up or wn llC inaâ€" Iic took the lotteis out of his coat tions and attach herself to her pocket and handed them to her. ,1 V , 1, 1 _ fit Despite herself she took them. au-Dt’ W 10 ’l as a 50 ml glue?” She let the otherg fall to the Luncheon was but scantily at- ground; they were only invitations lielg’edhfloitggdy “Egjfmléaixgd to garden parties, etc., in the neigh- [W U v ’1’ 1 1 _. 1' V' borhood' andsinking onto a seat lM’IS' Fanfa‘“ “If. “we”. W61 to qhe Operied hm. uncle’s Her eyeé another lawn-tennis meeting some were dim with growing horror and 'mlles Off; and all-though Lord Mere' pain; but she read enough to know file’d wlals 111105811“ M1, g’gfii that Crawshaw had indeed spoken Sm“, a 50’ 3 me“ ‘ S on y 1 the truth. aff' ‘ “.Nancy, for God’s saks,” the . poor creature wrote, “save me! I have seen him. He tells me it rests in your hands, child. By your mo- h ther’s memory, I implore you, save me from a felon’s shameâ€"a felon’s in cell! I was madâ€"mad with trouâ€" gble ; but I am sane now. I will work ‘lto repay him, 'but he will give me me time. You can alone save me, 'Nancy~â€"you l” She crushed in her hand the writ- ten cry of the broken-hearted man, her head sank on her breast, while Crawshaw, standing close .beside, ,watched with breathless eagerness ithe agony she was enduring. ' She lifted her eyes, and gazed at ‘the flowers shedding their fragrance on the air, and some words of the poet came back to her in a vague, roses.’ "“ Never again would she feel the tumultuous happiness, the exquisite delight, that had grown with their scent only a few short hours ago. It was gone, never tr. be returned, never to come again! A lover’s dream, short as a midge’s life, had been born beside those roses; and now a tragedy-â€" for what else could such a sacrifice be called lâ€"~was in progress beneath them. She was silent so long that the man grew impatient. “\Vell,” he said, roughly, “what is it to be? I am waiting for your answer, and I must write to my solicitors by this afternoon’s rust. Have you thought it all rut, and SE . .. of. ._...acn’e a conveni- ent‘ excuse when I wish to be alone.” Dorothy bit her lip. “Then I hope you have not suf- fered as poor Nancr is suffering now, when you made such an ex- cuse, Aunt Anne,” she answered, hotly. Mrs. Darnley elevated her brows in a manner that aggravated her niece beyond description. “I have just come from Nancy’s room,” Dorothy went on, hurried- . , . are you going to stick to your lcv- 1y an}? fmgnly; 11f 3:0“ flag “TLâ€"how his eyes glowed as he iii? \V’giildplfarveglbeen ciggliiieodufo - . . ,___u . Elizllfiannle" and see you} goubt lifréllnefifih She is alsO ngllte . , . sasee, an er eyes 0 as Nancy put out hei hand With a though some one had struck her shudder. ‘ ..N0_n0_n0t thafr’LJ consent two blows, they are so black all toâ€"help him.” , “You will be my wife 2” C Crawshaw flung his cigar away, and approached her closely. E'éct’flfoflflfifi’sfi" '5'": “fold? c133: strange way: “I shall never again be friends with In all cases of DESTEMPER. PINK EYE, INFLUENZR, COLDS, ETC. of all horses. broodmares. colts, stallions. is to “SPGHN THEM” on their tongues or in the feed puuSpolm's Liquid Compound. Give the remedy to all of them. It - acts on the blood and glands. 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I am quite determin- ed, Mcrefield”â€"turning to her cousin, and addressing him aloneâ€"â€" “I am quite‘determined to have Dr. Knowles here, if she is not betâ€" ter soon.” “I will ride over at once,” Lord Merel‘ield offered, eagerly. “It won’t take me long, Dolly.” “I shall be very happy to accomâ€" modate Miss Leicester,” Mr. Crawâ€" shaw broke in, blandly. He had been lolling back in his chair, very silent, but with a curious smile hov- ering about the corners of his mouth, a smile which had vaguely irritated and annoyed Miss Leices- ter. (To be continued.) ._>14 BALKY HORSES. ..__._ A Fault Sometimes Inheritedâ€"Sim- ple Ways to (lvercomc It. The incorrigible balky horses of the rural districts find their way to didn’t simply twist the neck of it and hand it over to me so in a form inconvenient to carry. He folded the top of the bag over and rolled it down to form a handleâ€"a grip piece; and then be tied this bundle around securely with twine, thus making it up altogether into a bun- dle that was seeiire and handy to carry. - “Of course I liked all that, and I found that he always did up his packages so or putting on some- times a wood and wire handle; but he always made the package secure and handy for me. 'Ho‘had some thought for me, and I’ve been buy- ing of him ever since; and if he should move I’d follow him. I would go out of my way to trade With him. . “The moral is this: Any small storekeeper, if his goods are right, can build up a trade and hold it land increase it if he has the intelli. genes and the human quality that prompts him faithfully to consider not himself alone but as well the wants and interests of his custom- wholesale markets, where under the cars.” test of hauling a heavy truck wag- on on a paved street with the wheels blocked the vice is immedâ€" iately discover-ed, says the Horse Shoer’s Journal. If the animal has been sold as serviceably sound and guaranteeda willing worker and a cheerful pul- lcr the buyer rejects his purchase and the horse is resold without any guarantee except clear title of ownâ€" ership. Some horses have learned to balk by being overloaded and abused. Their courage has been overtaxed and'they rebel, disheartened at the task they are asked to perform. natural inclination and appear foaled full of innate stubbornness. Ba‘iking, like windsucking, cribâ€" bing, weaving and halt-er pulling, is a vice developed by natural in- heritance. In breaking youn horses to harness too much caution one" Sec- ret of Success. “Most of us,” said Mr. Shovelâ€" ton, “are looking out for ourselves; I think we’ll all admit that. The trouble with most of us is that we don’t do this intelligently; we are always thinking of ourselves and our own interests only; and that’s where we slip a cog. Let me illus- trate: “I buy fruit to carry home; I’ve done that forâ€"â€"wcll, a good many years, and for a long time I bought around in various places. Then one day some years ago I stopped at a store where I liked the looks of the fruit and where, as I noticed a mo- ment later, the paper bags were 'a little heavier than those I had been accustomed to find. The bags here cost the dealer more, maybe a quar~ ter or a half a cent more a piece; but I liked the looks of them. They were good, stout bags that would- n’t break on the way home. “And when this dealer had put the fruit in one of these bags be Other horses appear to balk from: ..-â€"-â€"â€"â€"â€"->I‘ AFTER 22 YEARS. Body of Guide, Perfectly Preserv- ed, Yieleleil up by a Glacier. The body of a guide, perfectly preserved, has been yielded up by one of the Swiss glaciers after a period of twentyâ€"two years. 1111888 lthe guide fell into a crevasse. His body was lately recovered, its ap-’ pearance unchanged by its long im- prisonment in the ice. There have been other cases of |thc bringing back of a longâ€"lost ! body held for years in the close em- brace of the ice, says Harper’s Weekly. One of the first instances on record relates to the Hamel ac- cident, which occurred in 1820. , Several guides were swept down by 'an avalanche and hurled into a. g | ' crevasse. l - Hamel prophesied the glacier ld yield them up in the course no thousand years, but Forbes eved that the end of the glacier ld be reached by, the bodies in years. This statement was idered bold, but its accuracyl borne out by the event. In v years the flow of ice brought bodies to light. : 1866 Henry Arkwright was lost .. glam-er. In just thirtyâ€"one vs his brother received a tclcv n from the Mayor of Chamouni mg that the body had been :{I. Every article of clothing intact. His name and regiment :l'be read clearly on his hand- -hicf, and his gold pencilâ€"case led and shut as easily as when and last used it, three decades re. we .:ic3dy stops c h _ the throat and 13:35.5. Surf“. w’gss'cgfif: .1. More people have the gift of gab than the gift of silence. 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