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Unluckilythe girl was a pert loud, abrupt knock at the door in itself irritated Frithiof. “Come in,” he said, in a surly tone. “Look here,’ ’ said the girl, “here’s something to put you in a better temper. Missus’s compliÂ¥ ments, and she begs you’ll accept it,” and she thrust the tray at him. with a. derisive grin. “Have the goodness to take that down again,” said Frithiof,. in a fit of unreasoning anger. “I’ll not be treated like your mistress’s pet' dog.” l Something in his manner cowedl the girl. She beat a hasty retreat, i and was planning how she could: manage to eat the despised supper] herself, when at the foot of thel stairs she met Miss Charlotte, and' her project was nipped in the bud. “It ain’t no use, miss, ’e. won’t touch it,” she explained; " ’e was as angry as could be, and says ’e,| ‘Take it away! I’ll not be treatedj like your mistress’s pet dog,’ saysi ’e. So, bein’ frightened, I ran down-stairs agen.” Miss Charlotte looked troubled, and later on, when as usual she: took up the jug of hot water, she3 felt nervous and uncomfortable, and her knock was more timid than ever. However, she had scarcely set down the jug on the floor when there came sounds of hasty foot-1 steps in the room, and Frithiof. flung open the door. “I beg your pardon,” he said. "You meant to be kind, I’m sure, but the girl was rude, and I lost my temper. I ask your forgive- ness.” , "I am .so sorry the girl was rude,” Miss Charlotte said. “I wish I had brought it myself. You, see, it was in this way: we alli thought you looking so poorly, and‘ we were having the beef for supper, and we thought perhaps you might fancy some, andâ€"andâ€"” "It was very good of you,” be writing-table, the sunlight fell on his quiet, refined face, lighted up his white hair and trim beard, and made his kindly gray eyes brighter than ever. “I wanted a few words with you, Falck,” he said. “Sit down. It seems to me that you have not been looking well lately, and I thought perhaps you had better take your holiday at once instead of the third week in August. I have spoken to-Darnell, and he would be willing to give you his turn and take the later time. What do you think?” “You are very good, sir,” said Frithiof, “but I shall do very well with the August holiday, and, as a matter of fact, it will only mean that I shall do more translating.” “Would you not do well to go home Come. think of it, I would give you three weeks if you want to 'go to Bergen.” “Thank you,” he said, with an effort; “but I can not go back to Norway.” “Now, tell me candidly, is it the question of expense that hinders you i” said Mr. Boniface. “Because if it is merely that, I would gladly lend you the money. You must reâ€" member that you have had a great deal to bear lately, and I think you ought to give yourself a' good rest.” “Thank you,” replied Frithiof, “but it is not exactly the expense. I have money enough in hand to pay for my passage, but I have made up my mind not to go back till I can clear off the last of the debts ofâ€"-0f our firm.” he conclud- ed, with a slight quiver in his voice. “It is a noble resolution,” said Mr. Boniface, “and I would not for a moment discourage you. Still you must remember that it is a great undertaking, and that withâ€" out good health you can never hope for success. I don’t think you get enough exercise. Now, why don’t you join our cricket club ‘2” “I don’t play,” said Frithiof. “In Norway we are not great at, those games, or indeed at any kind-i of exercisefor the mere sake of lexercise. That is an idea that one only finds among Englishmen.” “Possibly; but living in our cliâ€" g mate, you would do well to follow our habits. Come, let me persuade you to join the club. You look to me as if you needed greater vari- ety.” “I will think about it for next year; but just now-I have work for Herr Sivertsen on hand which I can’t put aside,” said Frithiof. “Well, then, things must go on as they are for the present,“ said Mr. Boniface; “but at least you can bring your translating down to Rowan Tree House, and spend your holiday with us.” “You are very kind,” said Fri- thiof. “I shall be only too delight- edf.” And the interview seemed some- ...La.4.-..-.a.x, ~..._._.,,. , , song for me. We may as well take and a. shadow falling across his ac- count-book warned him that the customer had come to the long counter. ‘ , The customer was evidently an, Italian. He was oung and strik- ingly handsome. eside him was a bright-eyed boy who looked up curiously at the Norseman, as though wondering how on such a sunny day any one could wear such a clouded face. : ' Now Frithiof was quite in the‘ humor to dislike any one, more especially a man who was young, handsome, well dressed, and pros- perous looking; but some subtle influence crept over him the instant he heard the Italian’s voiCe, his hard eyes softened a little, and without being able to explain it he felt a strong desire to help this man in fiinding the song which he had come to inquire about, knowâ€" ing only the words and the air, not the name of the composer. Frithiof, who would ordinarily have been in- clined to grumble at the trouble which the search involved, now threw himself into it heart and soul,‘ and was as pleased as his cusâ€" tomer when after some little time he chanced to find the song. I. “A thousand thanks,” said the Italian, warmly. “I am delighted to get hold of this; it is for a friend who has long wanted to hear it again, but who was only able- to cram! ’ 17.5.7, . / (/(ll, r.‘ .. k. .L} J \: . . fig ’4’ write down the first part of the. V ' ' ‘ ' air.” And he comparedwith the print- STREET CBOWDS' ed song the little bit ofmanuscript which he had shown to Frithiof. According to Inquiry. “Now, was it only a happy fluke. . _ . A that made you think of Knight’s: Inqulrles Just concluded show name '1” i that the city of London streets near “I know another of his songs, and? the M&HSIOD 1101188 have the heavi- thought this bore a sort of likenessi 35*! foot Palfls'enger traffic 0f any in to it’n said Frithiof. the world~â€"500,000 persons a week “You know much more of English} - “(I n -d Paris has the heaviest vehicular musm than Ido’ mOSt 1 ey’ sax ltraificâ€"63,000 vehlcles a day, as ' l! 1 the Imlmn’ yet sure y you’ too’ compared with 50,000 a day at the are a foreigner.” . . . . l Ma vslon Hou n or . “Yes,” replied Frithiof; “I am; n Be (Londo ) 0 Der Norwegian. I have only been herei for nine months, but to try and! learn a little about the music is the! only interesting part of this work.” The stranger’s sympathetic in- sight showed him much of the weariness, and discontent, and Heim-weh which lay beneath these words. “Ah, yes,” he said, “I suppose both work and country seem flat and dull after your life among the fjords and mountains. I know well enough the depression of one’s first year in a new climate. But cour- age! the worst will pass. I have rown to love this England which once I detested.” “It is the airle-ssness of, London which depresses one,” said poor Frithiof, rolling up the song. “Yes, it is certainly very oppres- sive to-day,” said the Italian; “I. am sorry to have given you so much trouble in hunting up this Take A Scoopful r (ll Each- Side By Side Take “St. Lawrence” Granulated in one scoop-13nd any other sugar in the other. Look at “St. Law- rence” Sugar -â€" its perfect crystalsâ€"its pure, white sparkleâ€" its even grain. Absolutely Best it with us, Gigi, as we are going home. ’ ’ _ (To be contmued.) .__.â€"â€"â€"JI‘â€"-â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€" It’s never too late break your husband of a bad habit. ‘I' Foot Traffic Heaviest in London, day; while the Place de Opera in, Test 1t point by point, and you will see that is one of the choicest sugars ever refinedâ€"with a standard of purity that few sugars can boast. Try it in your home. Analysis shows, “St. Lawrence Granulated" to be “99 99le to 100; Pure Cane Sugar With no impurities whatever" “Most every dealer sells St. Lawrence Sugar." 5". LAWRENCE SUGAR REF [NERIES LIMITED, - -â€"â€"and the bestâ€"ls this 5â€"Pound Sealed Package of W Extra Granulated In this carton 5 pounds full welght of Canada’s finest sugar comes to you fresh from the Refinery, and absolutely free from any taint 'or lmpurlty. ~fGrocer for the W ,5-Pound Package. [CANADA SUGAR asrmmc COMPANY. IJMI'I'ED. mourns» Ask your The Place de Opera has 450,000 foot passengers a weekday. After these two streets come the Friedrichstrasse in Berlin, with an ‘ average of 300,000 foot passengers a day; the Graben, Vienna, with an average of 275,000 and the Vladi- morski, Prospekt, in St. Petem burg, with an average of 300,000 daily. ' ‘ Less than 500,000 persons, pass alongaBroadway, New York, a day on foot; but, on the other hand, more than 700,000 pass along it in automobiles and tramcars. MONTREAL :- 65A W‘". : said, touched by the kindness. “Iihow to have done Ihim good, for regret What I SMd, bl“? you must' during the next few days he was make allowance for 3' bald-temper" less irritable, and found his work g a What kind of a ed man with a splitting headache.” “Is that the reason you tie it up ’l” asked Miss Charlotte. ' “It keeps it cooler,” he said, “and I can get through more work.” _ She glanced at the table, andi saw that it was covered with papers & and books. “Are you wise to do so much 'work after being busy all day ’1” she said. “It seems to me that you are not looking well.” “It is nothing but headache,” he said. “And the work is theonlyi pleasure I have in the world.” “I was afraid from your looks that you had a hard life,” she said, hesitatingly. ‘ "It is ‘not hard outwardly. As far as work goes it is easy enough, but there is a deal of monotony about it.” And as he glanced out at the= sunny street and heard the sound of horses’ hoofs in the road, a wild: longing used to seize him for the freedom and variety of his life in Norway, and the old fierce rebel- lion against his fate woke once more in his heart, and made him ready to fly into. a-rage on the smallest provocation, ' _' One day he 'was sent for to Mr. Boniface’s private " room; he was quite well aware that his manner, even to Roy himself, whom he liked, had been disagreeable in the exâ€" treme, and the thought crossed his mind that he was going to receive notice to leave. Hr. Boniface was sitting at his in consequence less irksome. CHAPTER XVI. But the change for the better did not last long, for Frithiof was with out the motive which “makes' drudgery divine.” And there was no deyning that the work he had to do was real drudgery. About the middle of July the Bonifaces went down to Devonshire for their usual summer holiday, and Frithiof found that, as Roy had predicted, Mr. Horner made him- self most disagreeable, and never lost a chance of interfering. A miserableâ€"looking dog unluckily made its way into the shop one morning and disturbed Mr. Horner in his sanctum. “What is the meaning of this ’I” he exclaimed, bearing down upon Frithiof. “Can you not keep stray curs off the premises? Just now too, with hydrophobia raging!” And he drove and kicked the dog to the door. Now there is one thing which no Norseman can tolerate for a mo- ment, and that is any sort of cruel- ty to animals. Frithiof, in his fury, did not measure his. words, or speak as the employed to the employer, and from that time Mr. Homer’s hatred of him increased tenfold. 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