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Ask your grocer for thew 5â€"? o u n d \ Package. w CANADA SUGAR REFINING CO., Limited, Montreal. 1 l CHAPTER XIII.â€"(Cont’d) Frithiof breathed more freely when the Horners had left Rowan Tree House, and indeed every one seem- ed to feel that a. weight had been removed, and a delightful sense of ease took possession of all. “Cousin Georgina. will wear os- preys to the bitter end, I pro-phe- sy,” said Roy. “You’ll never con- vince her that anything she likes is really hard on others.” “Of course, many people have» worn them before they knew of the ‘ cruelty,” said Cecil, “but after- ward I can’t think how they can.” “You see, people as a rule don’t really care about pain . at a dis- tance,” said Frithiof. “Torture thousands of these herons and eg- rets by a lingering death, and. though people know it is so they won’t care; but take one person within hearing of their cries, and that person will wonder how any human being can be such a barbar- ian as to wear these so-called os- “I suppose it is that we are so very slow to realize pain that we don’t actually see.” “People don’t really want to stop pain till it makes them person- ally uncomfortab'le,” replied Fri- . thief, “That sounds horribly selfish.” “Most things come round to sel- fishness when you trace them out.” “I’m going to make tea, Roy,” said Mrs. Boniface, laying down her netting, “and you had better show Herr Falck his room. I hope you’ll often come and spend Sunday with us,” she added, with a kindly glance at the Norwegian. In the evening they had music. Boy and Cecil both sung well; their voices were not at all out of the common, but no pains had been spared on their training, and Fri- .thiof liked the comfortable informal way in which they sung one thing after another, treating him entirely as one of the family. “And now it is your turn,” said Cecil, after awhile. ~ “Father, where is that Amati that somebody sent you on approval. Perhaps Herr Falck would try it.” “Oh, do you play the violin?” said Mr. Boniface; “that is capital. You’ll find it in my study cupboard, Cecil; stay, here’s the key.” Frithiof protested that he was utterly out of practice, that it was weeks since he had touched his vio- lin, which had been left behind in Norway; but when he actually saw the Amati he couldn’t resist it, and it ended in his playing to Cecil’s accompaniment for the rest- of the evening. To Cecil the hours seemed to fiy, and Mrs. Boniface, after a prellm- O inary round of tidying up the room, 4 came and stood by her, watching Padmmnvntmbwuhaw‘ her bright face with motherly con- tentment. “Prayer-time, darling,” she said, as the sonata came to an end; “and since it’s Saturday night we mustn’t be late.” ONLY A MONTH; OR, A CURIOUS MYSTERY EXPLAINED. kÂ¥â€"_~___________'___ preys.” I “Ten o’clock already?” she ex- claimed; “I had no idea it was so late! What hymn will you have, father '2” ‘ “The Evening Hymn,” said Mr. Boniface; and Frithiof wondering a little what was going to happen, obediently took the place asigned him, saw with some astonishment that four white-capped maid-ser- vants had come. into the drawing- room and were sitting near the piano, and that Mr. Boniface was turning over the leaves of a. big Bible. ' “I.will lift up mine eyes unto the hills from whence cometh my help,” read Mr. Boniface. And as he went on, the beautiful old poem with its tender reassuring cadenc- es somehow touched Frithiof, so that when they stood up to sing “Glory to Thee, my God, this night,” he did not cavil at each line as he would have done alittle while before, but stood. listening reverently, conscious of a vague de- sire for something in which he felt himself to be lacking. “I, wish I could be like these peo- ple,” he thought to himself, kneel- ing for the first time for years. And though he did not hear a word of the prayer, and could not honestly have joined in it if he had heard, his mind was full of 'a long- ing which he‘could not explain. He owned as much to Cecil the next day when, after breakfast, they {vith us 1” she asked, unconscious- y- . “Oh,” he replied, “I gave up that sort of thing long ago, and while you are out I will get on with some translation I have in hand.” “I beg your pardon,” she said, coloring crimson, “I had no idea, or I should not have asked.” But there was not the faintest shade of annoyance in Frithiof’s face . “The services bored me so,” he explained. “Oh,” said Cecil, smiling as she recognized the boyishness of his re- mark; “I suppose every one goes through a. stage of being bored. Roy used to hate Sunday when he was little; he used to have a Sunday pain which came on quite regular- ly when we were starting to chapel, so that he could stay at home.” i “I know you will‘all'think me a shocking sinner to stay at home translating this book,” said Fri- thief. “No, we sha’n’t,” said Cecil, quietly. “If you thought it was right to go to church of course you would go. You look at things dif- ferently.” She found him pens and ink, tore a soiled sheet off the blotting-pad, drew up the blind so as to let in just enough sunshine, and then left him to his translating. “What a strange girl she is,” he thought to himself. ~ “As frank and outspoken as a boy, and yet with all sorts of little tender touches about her. Sigrid would like her; they did take to one another at Balholm, I remember.” Then, with a bitter recollection of one who had eclipsed all others dur- ing that happy week on the Sog'ne Fjord, the hard look came back to his face, and taking up' his pen he I began to work doggedly at Herr Sivertsen’s manuscript. The next morning his new life be- gan, he turned his back on the past, and deliberately made his down- ward step on the social ladder, which nevertheless meant an up- ward step on the ladder of honesty and success. Mr. Horner, who was the sort of man who would have patronized an archangel for the sake of showing off his own superior affability, unluckily chanced to be in the shop a good deal during that first week, and the new hand re- ceived a. large share of his notice. Frithiof’s native courtesy bore him up through a good deal, but at last his pride got the better of him, and he made it is perfectly apparent to the bumptuous little man that he desired to have as little to do with him as possible, that James Hor- ner’s bland patronage speedily changed to active dislike. “What induced you to choose that Falck in Smith’s place?” he said ’to Mr. Boniface, in a grumbling tone. “He is a friend of Roy’s,” was the reply. “What is it that you dislike about him? He seems to me likely to prove very efficient.” “Oh, yes; he has his wits about him, perhaps rather too much so, but I can’t stand the ridiculous airs . the fellow gives himself. Order him to do anything, and he’ll do it as haughtin as though he were master and I servant; and as for treating him in a friendly way it’s impos- sible, he’s as stand-oflish as if he were a Croesus instead of a poor chanced to be alone together for a beggar without a penny to bless few minutes. himself with.” “He is a very reserved fellow,” said Mr. Boniface; “and you must bably distasteful to him. You see he has been accustomed to a very different position.” ' “Why, his father was nothing but a fish merchant who went bank- rupt.” “But out in Norway merchants rank much more highly than with us. Besides, the Falcks are of a very old family.” “Well, really I never expected to hear such a Radical as you speak up for old family and all that non- sense,” said James Horner. “But I see you are determined to befriend this fellow, so it’s no good my say- ing anything against it. I hope you may find him all you‘ expect. For my part I consider him a most un- promisin'g young man; there’s an aggressiveness about his face and bearing that I don’t like at all. A dangerous headstrong sort of charâ€" acter, and not in the least fit for the position you have given him.” With which sweeping condemna- tion Mr. Horner left the room, and Boy, who had kept a politic silence throughout the scene, threw down his pen and went into a subdued fit of laughter. “You should see them together, father, it’s as good as a play,” he exclaimed. “Falck puts on his grand air and is crushingly polite the moment Cousin James puts in an appearance, and that nettles him and he becomes more and more vul- gar and fussy, and so they go pokâ€" ing each other up worse and worse every minute.” ' “It’s very foolish of Falck,” said Mr. Boniface. “If he means to get on in life, he will have to learn the art of rising above such paltry an- noyances as airs of patronage and manners that jar on him.” Meanwhile, down below in the shop, Frithiof had forgotten his last encounter with James Homer, and as he set things in order for the Saturday afternoon closing, his thoughts were far away. The in- stant two o’clock sounded the hour of his release, he snatched up his hat and hurried away; his dreams of the past had taken so strong a hold upon him that he felt he must try for at least one more sight of the face that ha unted him so perâ€" sistently. Feeling as though some power outside himself were drawing him onward, he followed with scarcely a thought of the actual way, until he found himself within sight of the Lancaster Gate House. .A striped red and white awning had been erected over the steps, he caught sight of it through the trees, and his heart seemed to stand still. Hasâ€" tily crossing the wide road leading to the church, he gained a better view of the pavement in front of Mr. Morgan’s house; dirty little street children with eager faces were clustered about the railings, and nurse-maids with perambulators flanked the red felt which made a pathâ€"way to the carriage standing before the door. He turned sick and giddy. “Fine doings there, sir,” remark- ed the crossing-sweeper. “They say the bride’s an heiress and a beauty too. Well ! well! it’s an un- equal world!” “Got a copper about you, sir '1” he asked. Frithiof, just because the old man made that remark about an unequal world, dropped a Sixpence into the outstretched palm. “God bless you, sir!” said the crossing-sweeper. The word Bovrll has become a houn- hold word throughout the world. Bovrll itself has become an established part of the food supply of all civilized people. If there were no Bovril every how! would .be that much poorer. ever! doctor would be at a loss to find a true substitute, every. nursc would be thrown on her own resources to provide nourishing invalid food. If there were no Bovril, athletes in training would be less fit. and competitors in games would lose a great support. If there were no Bovrll, children would miss the quickly made hunger satisfying sandwich. Housekeeper! would be less ready to meet an emergency demand for food. were no Bovrll the camping party and the picnic party would be more difficult to feed. If there were no Bovrll. life in the cottage would entail a far greater amount of cooking and fewer tasty dishes than at present. But there ll Bovril and its uses are so many and so well known that life is made pleasantsr and its burdens made fewer. Keep Bovril on hand. ===== Like one in a nightmare, heireaoh'o ed the church door. The organ was crashing out a. jubilant march; there was a sort of subdued hum of eager anticipation from the crowd of spectators. “Are you a friend of the bride, sir 'I” asked an official. “No,” he said, icily. “Then the side aisle, if you plase, sir. The middle aisle is reserved for friends only.” ' He quietly took the place assigned him and waited. It did not seem real to him, the crowded church, the whispering people; all that seemed real was the horrible sense of expectation. An"icy numbness crept over him, a most appalling feeling of isolation. “This is like dying,” he thought to himself. And then, because the congregation stood up, he too dragged himself to his feet. The march had changed to a hymn. White-robed choristers walked slow- ly up the middle aisle; their words reached him distinctly-â€" “Still in the pure espousal, Of Christian man and mai .” Then suddenly he caught sight of the face which had- more than once been pressed to his, of the eyes which had lured him on so cruelly. It was only for a moment. She passed by with her attendant bride- maids, and black darkness seemed to fall upon him, though he stood there outwardly calm, and just like an indifferent spectator. Yet through all the whispering and the subdued noise of the great congregation he could hear Blanche’s clear voice. “I will al- ways trust you," she had said to him on Munkeggen. Now he heard her answer “I will” to another question. After that, prayers and hymns seemed all mixed up in a wild con- fusion. Now and then, between the heads of the crowd, he caught a vision of a slim, whiteâ€"robed figure, and presently Mendelssohn’s “Wed- ding March” was struck up, and he knew that she would pass down the _ aisle once more. Would her face be turned in his direction? Yes; for a little child scattered flowers beâ€" fore her, and she glanced round at it with a happy, satisfied smile. As for Frithiof, he just stood there pas- sively, and no one watching him could have known of the fierce an- guish that wrung his heart. (To be continued.) SPARKLING WATER, cool and sweet, refreshes the farmer who / builds a , '. r“ â€" % Concrete Well or Tank d ' ’ / % HE F ARMER, above all .others, a preciates good water. He drinks ‘ Z more water than the City mam. 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