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~_ y, 7 ' mountains, CHAPTER XXXI.â€"(Cont’d) By and by, when he had done all that he could to help, he went back So his own room, leaving Sigrid still with the poor widow. ’ The scene had made a deep imâ€" ression on him, he had never be- '&:e seen .any one die, and the ught of poor Hallifield’s pathetic confession that he had had no time for anything but the toil of living came to him again and again. Three days later, poor Halli- field's “handsome funeral” set out from the door of the model lodgâ€" ings, and Frithiof, who had given his half holiday to go down to e cemetery, listened to the words of the beautiful service, thinking to himself how improbable it was mt the tram-conductor had ever the chance of hearing St. Paul’s teaching on the resurrection. CHAPTER XXXII. One December day another conâ€" clave was held in Mr. Boniface’s private room. Mr. Boniface him- self sat with his arm-chair turned toward the fire, and on his pleas- ant, genial face there was a slight cloud, for he much disliked the pros- ect of the discussion before him. r: Horner stood with his back to the mantel-piece, looking even more pompous and conceited than usual, and Roy sat at the writing-table, listening attentively to what gassed, and relieving his feelings , savagely digging his pen into is e blotting-pad to the great detri- ment of its point. , “It is high time we came to an understanding on this matter,” Mr. Horner was saying. “Do you fully nderstand that when I have once id a thing I keep to it? Either Ehat Norwegian must go, or when he day comes for renewing our firtnership I leave this place never re-enter it.” “I do not wish to have any quar» rel with you about the matter,” said Mr. Boniface. “But I shall certainly not part with Falck. To send him away now would be most cruel and unjustifiable.” “It would be nothing. of the sort,” retorted Mr. Horner, hotly. “It would be merely following the nose.“ “This is precisely the point on whichgyou and I do not agree,” said Mr. Boniface, with dignity. "It is not only his dishonesty that has set me against him.” continued Mr. Horner. “It is his impertin- ent indifference, his insufferable manner when I order him to do anything.” . ' “I havevnever myself found him anything but a perfect gentleman,” said Mr. Boniface. “Gentleman! Oh! I’ve no pati- ence with all that tom-foolery! I want none of your gentlemen; I want a shopman‘ who knows his place and can answer with proper deference.” “You do not' understand the Norse nature," said Roy. “Now here in the newspaper this very day is a good sample of it.” He unfolded the morning paper eagerly and read them the follow- ing lines, taking a wicked delight in the thought of how it would strike 'home: , “ ‘The'iir noble simplicity and free- dom of manners bear witness that they have never submitted to the yokeof a conqueror, or to the rod of a petty feudal lord; a peasantry at once so kind-hearted, so truly humble and religious, and yet so nobly proud, where pride is a vir- tue, who resent any wanton affront to their honor or dignity. As an instance of this, it may be men- tioned that a naturalist, on finding that his hired peasant companions had not done their work of dredg- ing to his satisfaction, scolded them in violent and abusive langu- age. The men did not seem to take the slightest notice of his scolding. “qu can you stand there so stu- idly and apathetically, as though he matter did not concern you?” said he, still more irritated. “It is because we think, sir, that such language is only a sign of bad breed- ing,” replied an unawed son of the ' whom even poverty could not strip of the consciousness of ‘14: dignity.’ ” "Yo.a insult me by reading such trash,” said Mr. Homer. “But if you like to keep this thief in your omployâ€"” .‘f‘Excuse me, but I can not let ‘ I r :. 4’, we... ,, z .' . was» oNLY A MONTH; OR. A CURIOUS MYSTERY EXPLAINED. dictates of common sense and that expression pass,” said Mr. Boniface. “No one having the slightest knowledge of Frithiof Falck could believe him guilty of dishonesty. ’ ’ “Well, then, this lunatic with a mania for taking money that be- longs to other peopleâ€"this son of a bankrupt, this designing foreigner â€"â€"if you insist on keeping him, I withdraw my capital and retire. I am aware that it is a particularly inconvenient time to withdraw mon- ey from the business, but that is your affair. ‘As you have brewed, so you must drink.’ ” “It may put me to some slight in- convenience,” said Mr. Boniface. “But, as far as I am concerned, I shall gladly submit to that rather than go against my conscience With regard to Falck. What do you say, Roy '2” “I am quite at one with you, fa- ther,” replied Boy, with a keen sense of enjoyment in the thought of so quietly baffling James Hor- ner’s malicious schemes. “This designing fellow has made you both his dupes,” said Mr. Hor- ner, furiously. “Some day you’ll repent of this and see that I was right.” . ‘ No one replied, and with an ex- clamation of impatient disgust, James Horner took up his hat and left the room effectually checkmat- ed. ,Frithiof, happening to glance up from his desk as the angry man strode through the shop, received so furious a glance that he at once realized what must have passed in the private room. It was not, how- ever, until closing time that he could speak alone with Roy, but the moment they were out on the street he turned to him with an eager question. “What happened to Mr. Horner to-day ‘2” “He heard a discourse on the Norwegian character which hap- pened to be in the ‘Daily News’ by good luck,” said Roy, smiling. “By the bye, it will amuse you; take it home.” And drawing the folded paper from his coat-pocket, he handed it to Frithiof. “He gave me such a furious glance as he passed by, that I was sure something had annoyed him,” said Frithiof. “Never mind, it is the last you will have from him,’ ’ said Roy, rub- bing his hands with satisfaction. “He has vowed that he will never darken our doors again. Think what a reign of peace will set in.” “He has really retired then?” said Frithiof. “I was afraid it must be so. I can’t stand it, Boy; I can’t let you make such a sacrifice for me.” “Sacrifice? stuff and nonsense!” said Roy, cheerfully. “I have not felt so free and comfortable for an age. We shall be well rid of the old bore.’ ’ “But his capital?” “Goes away with him,” said Roy; “it will only be a slight inconveni- ence; probably he will hurt himself far more than he hurts us, and serve him right too. If there’s a man on earth I detest it is my worthy cousin James Horner.” Later in the evening, when sup- per was over, Frithiof went round to see Herr Sivertsen about some fresh work, and on returning to the model lodgings found Swanhild alone. ' “ Vhere is Sigrid?” he asked. “She has gone in to see the Halli- fields,” replied the little girl, glanc- ing up from the newspaper which she was reading. “You look like the picture of Mother Hubbard’s dog that Lance is so fond of,” he said, smiling. “Your English must be getting on or you wouldn’t care for the ‘Daily News.’ of the Norse character?” As he spoke he leaned over her .: Old folks who need something of the kind, find NA'DRU-CO LAXATIVES most effective without an (11 Increased doses not neoclch womb". at your druggiét's. 25¢. a box shoulder to look at the letter which .Roy had mentioned; but Swanhild ad turned to the inner sheet and was deep in what seemed to her strangely interesting questions and answers continued own three col- umns. A hurried glance at the be- ginning showed Frithiof in large type the words: “THE ROMIAUX DIVORCE CASE.” He tore the paper away from her, crushed it in his hands, and threw it straight into the fire. Swanhild looked up in sudden panic, terrified beyond measure by his white face and flashing eyes, terrified still more by the unnatural tone in his voice when he spoke. “You are never to read such things,” he said, vehemently. “Do you understand? I am your guardâ€" ian, and I forbid you.” “It was only that I wanted to know about Blanche,” said Swan- hild. But unluckin the mention of Blanche’s name was just the one thing that Frithiof could not bear; he lost his self-control. “Don’t be- gin to argue,” he said, fiercely. “You ought to have known better than to read that poisonous stuff! You ought to be ashamed of your- self!” ~This was more than Swanhild could endure; with a sense of intol- erable injury she left the parlor, locked herself into her bedroom, and cried as if her heart would break, taking good care, however, to stifle her sobs in the pillow, since she too had her full share of the national pride. When Sigrid returned in a few minutes, she found him pacing the room as restlessly as any wild beast at the Zoo. “Frithiof,” she said, “what is the matter with you? Have you and Herr Sivertsen had a quarrel 'l’ ’ “The matter is this,” he said, hoarsely, checking his restlessness with an effort and leaning against .the mantel-piece as he talked to her. “I came back just now and found swanhild reading the news- paperâ€"reading the Romiaux Di- vorce Caseâ€"thoroughly fascinated by it too.” “I had no idea it had begun,” 'said Sigrid. “We so seldom see an English paper. How did this one Ehappen to be lying about?” “Roy gave it to me to look at an ,account of Norway; I didn’t know 1‘this was in it too. However, I gave Swanhild a scolding that she’ll not lsc u forget.” j ; "id looked up anxiously, ask- ‘ing ‘1. ;_.r.t he had said, and listening With great dissatisfaction to his reply. “You did very wrong indeed,” she said, warmly. “You forget that Swanhd is perfectly innocent and igno‘: '3; you have wronged her very - " ally, and she will feel that, tho: .: she won’t understand it.” Now Fril‘:iof, although he was prouc1 and hasty, was neither un- fiencrous nor ce-nceited; as soon as ‘c it'lil cooled down and locked at the question from this point of yin-w, he saw .at once that he had 'been wrong. “I will go to her and beg her pardon,” he said at length. “No, no, not just yet,” said Sig- rid. “Leave her to me.” She rapped softly at the bedroom door, and after a minute’s pause heard the key turned in the lock. “Swanhild,” she said, “you are crying 2” “No,” said the child, driving back the tears that started again to her eyes at this direct assertion. But Sigrid put her arm round her waist and drew her close. “Frithiof told me all about it ; and I think he made a great mistake in scolding you. Don’t think any more about it.” But she clung to Sigrid, sobbing piteously. “He said I ought to be ashamed of myself, but I didn’t know â€" I really didn’t know.” - “That was his great mistake,” said Sigrid, quietly. “Now, if he had found me reading that report he might justly have reproachcd me, for I am old enough to know bet- ter. You see, poor Blanche has Ale you reading the Praises done what is very wrong; she has broken her promise to her husband and brought misery and disgrace on all who belong to her. But to pry into all the details of such sad r ,stories does outsiders a great deal of harm; and now you have been told that, I am sure you will never want- to read them again.” (To be continued.) Wished She’d Tell Us HOW. 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