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Ii‘ TEE THREAD OF LIFE Sour out ofdnte. and Channel steamers have quite superseded the magical ahellopa of good Haroun-al-Raechid. In plain prose, the Strait! were rough, and Winifred buffered severely from the tossing. At Cllflia. they took the throuzh train for Marseilles, having secured a coupe-lit at Chewing Cross before- humil‘ on. c I A AL,,A ~2â€"LA l‘hnt was a terrible night. that night spent In the (cups-cit with \V‘lnifred; tho mm t terrible Hugh had ever endured mince the memorable evening when Elaio drowned herself. They had passed round Paris at grey desk. in their comfortable through carriage. by the Chemin do For do Ceinture to the Gel-e de Lyon. and were whirling along on their Why to Fontnineblcn through the shades of evening. when Winifred first broke the ominous silence she had reserved ever since they stopped at St. Den 3. " It won’t be for long now," ehe said dryly, “and it Eill be '0 convenient for you to be st Sm ems." Hugh’s hear: sank once more within him. it was quite clear that Winifred thought Elsie wasthere. He wished to bench she was. and that he was no murderer. 0n. the weight that Would have been lifted off his weary soul ii only he could think it sol The three years' misery that would rise like emis: from his uncertain path. it only he did not know too certainty that Elsie lay buried an Oriordness in the shipwrecked ssilors' graveyard by the Low Lighthoueu.‘ He looked across mt Winilred en the set in her piece. She was pale and frail; her wasted cheeks showed white and hollow. As she leaned back there. with a cold light gleaming herd and chilly from her sunken blue eyesâ€"those light blue eyes that he had never loved -those cruel blue eyes that he had learned st lent to avoid with en instinc» the shrinking. as they gazed through end through him with their flabb pereistence- he said to himself wit a sigh of relief: “She csn’t last long. Better tell her all, and let her know the truth. it cculd do no harm. She might die the hsppier. Dare [risk it,I wander? Or is it_ too ds_ng_erous i". (‘ll .\ l'l‘ER .\'X XV. -â€" Rm'uuu'nox. “ We“ 2" Winifred asked in an icy tone, interpreting night. the little click in his ‘hroat and the doubtful gleam in his shifty eyes so implying some heaiutiug desire to speak to her‘ “ What lie no you going to tell me mext? Speak It on'. boldly; don‘tbe dr‘aid. I“ no novelty. You know I'm not sully dhcpncertpd. ‘ 'n not cull dllconcefled. Ila looke back 3: her norvounly with SUNSHINE AND SHADE. bent brows. Thnt fragile ereeturel He ' positiv-aly fenred her. Dare he tell‘her the ‘ truth? And would she believe it! Those I blue «use ware so coldly glassy. Yet, with l a sudden impulse. he reached to unburden ' his guilt wulot ellits weight of one to 1 Winifrel . "No, Winiired, but ths solemn truth," 1 he blurted out slowly, in e voice that of it- , ueli might h we Well produced complete con- ‘victiunâ€"en any one lees iuoreduloua than 5 the wile he lied otjwled end deceived so of- :ten. “ You think E'eie‘s at San Rim), I ikncw.â€"â€"\'ou‘re wrong there; vou'ro quite ilni393kBIIr-“Stl8'fl not in Sm Rama, noriu iAustrulit either. Thnt was it lienâ€"Elsie: deedâ€"«lend three years ago-before we were rmnrried.â€"Dced and buried '-\t Orfordness. i And I've seen her grave, and cried over i: like a child. too." i He spoke with solemn intensity of 3 eirnostncas; but he spoke in vain. Wini- ' fred thought, herself, till that very. moment, the bed long since remixed the lowest possible depth of contemyt end "scorn for mu husband on whom she iu'i thrown herself away; but as he met her then with that incredible falsehrol - us she , must needs think it «on his lying lips, with ' so gravenface and so roiouud an air of trunk confession, her in ty disdain roe: at once to e yet sublimer height of dieguetxeud loathing of which until that night she could never even heve conceived herself capable. " You hateful thing l" she cried, rising from her sent to the centre of the csrriage, and looking down upon him physically from her Faint of vantage no he oowered and slnnk‘ ike s our in his corner. “ Don't dare to, eddross me again, I say. with lien like that. It you can't find one word of truth to tell me. have the goodness at least, since I don‘t desire your further conversa- tion, to love me the repose of your polite silence." “But, Winifred." Hugh cried, caaping his hand; together in impotent despiir, g " this is the truth, the very. very truth, the iwhcle truth, that I'm new telling you. I've hidden it from you so long by deceit and treachery. I acknowledge all that : I admitl deceived you. But I went to tell you the whole truth now; and you won't listen to me! O heaven, Winifred, you won't listen to me !" .vâ€"D’H-nwwnvq WV‘HH'flb-k' ”a.._ â€"â€" i e .77 A__J WU“ 9 llaLvu u; mu . Ou anyone else, his aganised voice and pleading face would have produced their juasqudua effect; but on Winifredâ€"im possible. f'Go on,” she murmured, relapsing into her corner. "Continue your monologue. It's supreme in its wayâ€"no actor could beat it. But be so good as to consider my part in the piece lei: out altogether. I shall answer you no more. I should be sorry 1:: interrupt so finished an artist !" Her seething contempt wrought up in Hugh :1 perfect fury of helpless indignation. That i he should wish to confess, to humble himself before her, to make reparation l and that Winifred should spam his but attempz, should refuse to much as to listen to his avowal! It was too ignominious. “ For heaven’s sake," he cried. with his hands clasped hard. “at least let me speak. Let me have my say out. You're all wrong. you‘re wronging me utterly. I’ve behaved most wickedly, most cruelly, I know: I confess it all. I obese myself at your feet. If you want me to be aeject, I'll grovel before you, I admit my crime, my sin, my transaresaiou.-â€"I won‘t pretend to justify myself a: all.â€"â€"I‘ve lied to you. forged to you, deceived you, misled you I" (At each clause and phrase of passionate self-condem~ nation, Winifred nodded a separate eard- onio acquiescence.) “ But you're wrong about this. You mistake me wholly.â€" I swear to you, my child, Efsie's not alive. You‘re jealous of a woman who‘s been dead for years. For my sin and shame I say is, she's dead long ago I." 1 A .. an. -- _.-- _ _--, He might as Well hsve tried to canvince the door-handle. \Vinifl‘ed's loathing found no overt vent in angry words; she repressed her speech, her very breath al. most, with a spasmodic effort. But she stretched out both her hands, the palms turned outward. with a gesture of horror, contempt, and repulsion; and she averted her race with a little cry of supreme disgust, checked deep down in her risizg throat, as one averts one‘s face instinctively from u loathsome sore or a venomous reptile. Such hideous duplicity to a dying Women was more than she could brook without some outer expression of her outraged sense of social decency. ,,.A_ ___....-:_ L3... vu-uuâ€"a- -. - _..v B.“ Hugh could no longer restrain him- self now; he had begun his tale. and he must run right through with it. The fever of the confessional had aeizozi u on his soul; remorse and despair were goa ing him on. He must have relief for his pent-up feelings. Three years of silence were more than enough. Winifred‘a Very incredulity com- pelled him to continue. He must tell her allâ€"ell, all, utterly. He must make her nndoretenl to the uttermoat jot, willy, nilly, that he was not deceiving her I With eager lips, he began his story from the beginning, rccnprtulating point by point his interview with Emie in the Hall grounds, her rushing away from him to the roots of the poplar. her mad leap into the swirling block water. his attempt to rescue her, hie \meomciourneae, end his failure. He told it all withdremetic completeness. \Vinifred ‘ saw and heard every scene and tone and emotion M he reproduced it. Then he went on to tell her how he came to himself again on the bank of the dike, and how in cold and darkness he formed his Plan, that fatal. horrible. successful Plan, which he had ever ‘eince been enge ed in csrrying out and in ldetesting. He escrihei how hereturned to the inn. unobserved and nntrncked ; how he forged the first compromising letter from Elsie ; and how, once embarked upon‘thnt career of deceit. there was no drawing beck for him in crime alter crime iill the present moment He delpieed himsdf for ix; but still he told it. Next came the episode of Eleie'e bedroom : the theft of ihe ring end the other belongings ; the lusty flight, the (all from the creeper ; end his subsequent horror of the physical lurroundings connected with that hetelul night adventure. In his agony of sell-accusation he spared her no circum- etence. no petty demll : bit by bit he retold tho whole story in All in hideous inhuman gheetllneesuâ€"the walk to Orfordnene, the fin 1- ing of the watch. the furtive vieit to Eteie‘e grew, hi' horror of “'inilrul'e proponed picni: to the: very epot A year later. He rou. nnsbuhed. in on ecetny o! hnmllludon. through the entire rule of his forgerles snd hle deception : the sending oi the ting ; the undocioue fiction of Elsie's deputnre 00 an new home in Ansuulis ; the long sauenoe oi ooossionnl letters ,thellving lie he I: sud hourly noted heloreher. And sll the while u he truly sold. with slow tears rollln one by one down his dark cheeks. he knew im- s M a murderer : he felt himwlls murderer ; and all the while. poor Elsie was lying. dis- hononred snd unknown, n nsmeless corpse, inher pauper grave upon shut stormy sund- it. “’02: the joy and relief of that tardy eon- feuion ! me gush uud flow of mono pent-up feeling-I 'For three Ion your: and motor he had looked it ‘11 up n his inmut Ion '. chafing md geatbjng with the uwful more: . u LL :. -n A... in mm ...... a --.___ 7V ,, and now at last hoahsd lot it .11 cm, in one bumc of uoufideuca, to the tubal-moat item. A: for Wiulfcej, she hand him out in solemn silence to the bitter end, with gver-gyowjyg contempt and shame and 12:- LA- ‘I'.- On c.-. .-..-..,, “1m“, hatred. She could not iii: her eye: to his face, so much his ver earnest- ness horrified end appalled er. The men's aptitude for lying struck her poni- tivoly dumb. Thu hideoua ingenuity with which he accouLte-d for everythingâ€"the di.holi4¢l3y clever way in which he had Woven in. one e'ter the other, the rinf, the watch, the letters, the picnic, the onely tramp to Urforduessâ€"sm are her to the heart wirh a horrible loathing for the vile wretoh she had consented to marry. That. she had eldurerl so long such a miserable ores-1 ture'a bought csreeses filled her inmost soul with e sickening sense of dia- gust and horror. She cowered end crouched closer and. closer in her remote corner; she felt that his presence Ihere ecruelly polluted the curiege she occugied ; ‘she longed for Mereillea, for S. . Rem ), for release, that she might get at beet {archer and further away from him. She could Almost hove opened the door in her excels of horror and jumped from the train while still in motion. so intense was her burning and goading desire to escape for ever from his poisonous neighbourhood. -- . At last, asHugh with flushed facesnd eager ‘3 eves calmed down a. little from his paroxysm ‘ of self-absso'nont and self-revelation, Wini- fred raised her eyes -.-nce more fs-Jm the ground and met her husbmd‘sea‘n. heaven l â€"thnt she should have to es“ that thing her husband! His noting chilled her; his pretended tears turned her cold with scarn. “Is that all 2" she asked in an icy voice. “ Is your romance 6;: ished 2" “That's all!" Hugh cried. burying his face in his llanis and bending down his bcdy to the level of his knees in utter and abject self-humiliation. “ “'inifrod l “’inifred I it is no romance. “’on‘t you even now be- lieve me 3" “ It‘s cleverâ€"cleverâ€"â€"extremely clever l" \Viniiredeneweredinetoneofunnatumlcelm n$s. “ I don't deny it shows great talent, If you‘d turn your attention seriously to novel writing. which is your-proper metier, instead of to the law, for which you've too exuberenfi animagination, you’d hsve auc- ceeded ten thousand times better there than you could ever do at what you’re pleased to consider you! divine poetry. Your story, I allow, hang: together in every part with re- markable skill. It’s a pity I should happen to know it all from bsalnning to end for a tissue of felsehoods.â€"â€"Fornll your ucting,you know you‘re lying to me even now, thin minute. You know that Elsie Chel~ loner, whom you pretend to be dead, is awaiting your owu arrival to-night by er- rangement at San Remo. Hugh. flung himself back in the final ex- tremity of utter deapsir on the padded one. hione. He bed played his last card with Winifred, and lost. His very remorse avail- ed him nothing. Hie very confession was held to increase his sin. \Vhat cmld he do? Whither turn! He knew no answer. He iocked himself up and down on his seat in hopeleaq misery. The worst had come. He had blurted out all. And \Vinifred, “'ini- {red wonli not believe him. “ I wish it was true 1' he cried : I wish it wee true, Winnie l I wish ehe was there. But it isn’t ; it isn‘t! She'e dead I I killed her l and her blood has weighed upon my head ever since; I pay for it now 3 I kill- ed her I I killed her i" “Lieten l" \Vinifred had risen to her full height in the coupe once more. and was standing, gaunt and haggard and deadly wen like a shrunken little tregedy queen above him. Her pale white face showed peler and whiter and more death like still by the feeble light of the struggling oil-lamp ; and her bloodlees lips trembled and quiver-ed vieibly with inner passion eeebe tried to represe her overpower- in indignation with one masterful eii‘art. “ leten !" ehe eeid. with fierce intensity. “ What you any ie felee. I know you‘re lying to me. Warren Relffold me himself the other day in London that Eleie Chelloner was still alive, and living. where you know ehe livee, over t_here et_ Sen Remo." Warren Rolf ! That serpent i That rep- tile 1 That eavesdropper I Then (hi! was the creature's mean revenge 1 He had lied that despicable lie to Winifred 2 Hugh hated him in his soul more fiercely than ever. He was bullied once more ; and always by that same mali ant intrigner i “ Vhere did you see Relf 2" he burnt out angnily. His indignation, flaring no to whine-heat afresh at. this latest machination of his ancient enemy, gave new strength to his wards and new point to his hatred “ I thought I told you long since at White- strand to hell no further communication with that wretched heing! But Winifred by this time, worn out with excitement, had fallen back speechless and helpless on the cushions. Her feeble strength was fairly exhausted. The fatigue of the preparations, the etery pmsage, the long epell of travelling. the night journey, and added to it all, this terrible interview with the man ehe had once loved, but now deepie~ ed and hated, hed proved too much in the end for her weakened conetitution. A fit of wild incoherence hnd overtaken her : the hub- bled idly on her seat in broken sentences. Her muttered words were full of " mother " and "home" and " Elsie." Hugh felt her pulse. He knew it was delirium. His one i thought now wee to reach Sen Rama as quick- ‘ly upoeeihle. if only she could live to know 1 Warren Ralf hnd told here lie, end thet Elsie l was douiâ€"déedâ€"dead and buried! Perha even this "my about Warren Rolf an what he bed told her was itself but a product of the fever and delirium I But more probebly not‘. The men who could 0pm other people‘s letters, the men who could plo? end plan and lntrl no in secret to act another man's wife egg net her own husband, wn cephhle of telling any Ila thnt came uppermon to bark his enemy and to serve hie purpoee. Re knew thee He would diureu end torture Winifred. and be had struck an llogh, hke e coward then he was, through 0. Week, hyeterloel, dying women ! He bed pleyed on the moon chord of femin- ine jeolouey. Hugh hated him a he bud never noted hlm before. He should puy (or zhl'l ”madlyâ€"the our. the eooundrel ! CHAPTER XXXV[.~â€" Tnl O'runa Sun: or ‘ 'ml Sulew. The self-woe night, mother English pae- een er of our ecqneintanoe was speeding in hot ante dueeouthwud 00 Sm Rama, notino deed by theC-lsh and Moreeilleeexpreee. but bytherivel route viaBoulogue. the Mont â€" - - . -7-) an.-.“ ‘v-rran Ralf Cenis, Twin, and SAVODA. Warren Ralf had chosen the ulternativo road by dolibonm design. [at Hugh Maulnger And he should happen to clash by the way, and a noadloas and unseemly soane should perhaps sake plum bdoro Winifred's very eyes at tome Intact-mediate stnlion. It was by the moment accident in the wqud, indeed. that Warren had heard, in the nick of opportunity. of the Musinaeta' projecwd visit to Sm Roma. ‘ ~‘ A â€"_â€"Lz.... mm... .1». Hm Chavne pro wwu vac-v u. w-â€" ---_,V In the cozy smoking-room t the Choyne Raw Club. he had found Huthorley already installed in a big armchair. discussing 001100 and the lust new number of the “ Nineteenth Century? ‘\ .- . ml , _.__.-:_.. -6 5‘“: “t?!‘ beautify. “Hallo, Rs‘i! The remains of the Bud were in here just now." Hitherley exclaimed as he entered. “ You've barely missed him. If you‘d dropped ln only ten minutes earlier. you might have inspecoed the intereebivg relics. But he's gone back to his hotel by this time. I fancy. The atmosphere of Cheyne Row seems somewhat mo redolent of vulgar Cavendish for his refined taste. H: smokes nothing nowadays binnelf but the but re alias !" “ Whetfnhssinger 2" Relf cried in some elighu‘eurprise: “‘I’Iow. was he, Hetherley, _ L‘_-.- .s eh]. bun“: I“ an lulpuau. nun. .. .. -._, __.“,,V v , on when was he doing in town at this time of you? All good Squires ought surely ‘ to be down in the country now at their here~ ditery work of supplying the market with a due proportion of hares and partridgee." " 0h, he‘s a poor wreck," Bother- lev answered lightly. “ You‘ve hit it it off cnczly -- sunk to the level of the landed aristocracy. Ho exhalea on aroma of vested interests. Real estate's hie Moloo‘n at; present. and he hows the knee to solidified seminal in the temple of Rimmon. He has no View on anything in particular, I ‘ believe, but riparian prrprietorehip: com- plains still of the German Ocean tor disregard- ing the sacred rights of property ; and holds that the snlo business of an enlightened Brit- i3h legislature is to keep the sand from blow- ing in at. his own inviolable dining room win- dows. Poor company, in fact, amce he des- cended to the Sqnirearchy." v\. â€"u“. -_ -_-- “How lcn I'u he going to stop in townâ€"â€" do ygt} kn_ow."R:1f asked curiously. - I_ ,__L A _____ L- -Lnn “'Thsnk goodness, he‘s not going to stop at all, m deer fellow. If he were. l‘d run down to righton for the interval. A month of M xssinger at the Cleyne’ RHV would be a harvest for the seaside lodgings. But I'm happy to tell you he's going to remove his mortal remsinsâ€"ior the soul of him's deed â€"desrl and buried, long euro, in the White- . strand ssndhil‘s-to Sm Ramo to morrow. 1 Poor little Mrs. Massinger‘s seriously ill, I’m ‘ swrry to ssy. Too much Bsrd he: told at last upon her. Bud fcr breakfast, Bfl‘d for lunch, and Bhl‘d for dinner would undermine in time the soundest constitution. Sir An- thony finds it's produced in her case Sup- pressedGJut, or Tubercular Diethesis, or Softening oi the Rain, or something linger. ‘ing and humorous of that sort; and he's 1ordered her 05 post haste, by the first ex- press, to the Mediterranean. Missiuger objected at first _t) San Remo. he tells me, probably because, wizh his usual bid taste, he didn't desire to enjoy your agreeible society ; but that skimpy little women, gout or no gout. has n will of her own, I can tell you ; Sm Remo she insists upon. and to San Rzmo the lhrd must go accordingly. You should ‘ address have seen him chafing with on internal fire as he let it all out to us, hint by bins, in the billiardroom this evening. Poor skimpy little wensn, though, I’m awfully sorry for her. Its hard lines on her. She had the makings of a nice small hostess in her once ; but the Bird's mined herâ€"sucked her dry and chucked her awayâ€"and she‘s dying of him now, from what he tells me." p Warren R: If looked back with a start of astonishment. “ To San Ramo‘! ’ he cried. “ You're more, H-rnthe ley, he said Sm Roma 2" “ Perfectly certain. San Rsmo it is. Observe, hi presto, there's no deception. He give me this card in case of error: “Hugh Musinqer. for the present, Paste Restanto, Ssn Rama." No orher ad- dress forthcoming as yet. He expects to settle down st nulls when he gets there. " Roll made up his mind with a single plunge as he knocked his ash off. “ I shall go to morrow 'a express to the Riviera,” be laid shortly. .. ‘A v Q! 04 It! “Ta-pursue the find? I wouldn’t, if I were on. To tell you the truth, I know he doom 0 love you. " - v-----‘ " He has reason. I believe. The feeling is perhaps to some extent mutual. N a, not to pursue himâ€"to prevent mischleLâ€"Hand me over the Continental Bradshaw. will you? inn over the Continental Bradshaw will you? â€" l‘mnks. '1‘ hat. ll do. Do you know which liDr' ? Maracillcs, I tmm'nose?y Did he happen 1:) mention it. ’ ” “He told me he was going by Dion and Lyons. " “ All right. That‘s it. The Marseilles route. Arrive M: San Remo at 4.30. I'll go round the other Way by Turin and intercept him. Trains arrive within five minutes of one another, I see. That'll be just in time to provgnt any cohtrclemps; 11,,A, _l___.1.. Y r “ Your people are at Sm Remo already, believe." ' "My eoplcâ€"yes. But how did you know? ' hey were at Montana for a while, and they only went on home to the Villa. than the duy before yesterday." .. uA 1’ L---) I--.“ ‘1}... Dn" " 11.91..“1." " So I hearld from Miss Ralf,” thherley answered with a slight cough. “ She hap- pened to be writing to mew-about a literary matterâ€"a more question of current urt-criti- ohmâ€"on Wedge-daypqmipgflz. _ Warren herdly noticed the slight hesita- tion : and there was nothing odd in E lic’e writing to Hetherlcy: that been of eietere wee eiwnye jogging the memory of inatten- tive critics. hi.e Elie iived.‘ind'eed, her brother's neme wee never likely to be forgotten in the Weekly orgnrm n! artistic opinion. Sne lnmred it, it anything. an on- due prominence. For her much important ty, the eterneet, of them all, like the unjust judge, wee compelled to notice every one of m r brother'e performances. ‘I‘sov-w;a;nrlvmi\ii§{é§{ of! by himself at. Ml apsod to 9‘1: Rama, and reached! It at almost um um. moment I: Musing". If Hugh .ud Eluia were to meet unexp: on “It 2 10 shook might be p gowns . . NJ”: 1-..... H.- .u gerouu Au ho emerged from the I‘etion. he hired a clone cerringe, and ordered the rucurino to drew up on the far ride oi the real end welt a few minutes tiil he was :repered (or nurt- ing. ‘nen he [med luck in hit was in the uhmie oi the Mod. sud held himself in readi- new for the arrival of the l’erir trein from Venti'nigiit. He ind w. i'oi oniy u querber of an hour when H 1311 M swinger come out hutily and mile-1 a m“. Twa porter: helped him to carry our Winifred, uow eeriouely ill. and muttering iuartioulatiy on they pine her in the err-rings. Hugh geve on in- endihle order to rho driver. who drove oi? at once with n god and n smile and n cheery " DI u uuc. “ .Fofiow the!) carriage l" Warren uld in Italian to his own cebmen. The driva‘ nodded and followed eloeel . They drove up through the nerrow crow ed little Itreeh of the old quater, end stop eh I.» opposite as large end dingy ye low-waned mansion, in the modern pert of he town. about the middle of the Avenue Vlttorle- Emmenuele. The lnoueo wee new, but: eon- genitelly shabby. Hugh‘l cerrlege blocked the way nlreedy. \Ven‘en waited outside lot some ten minutes without showing hie {we “I he thought the Mmingers would have en- gaged rooms: then he entered the hell holdly and enquired if he could have led;- It s‘ inure.â€" “ On what the: has the gentleman who just arrived placed himself '3" he asked of she landlord. a portly Piedmoubew, of on- rt dimensions. “ On the second story, signer." “Then I will go on the uhird," Worm Rolf answered with short deoiIion. And they found him aroom forthwith without higher parloy. 1 AL... I-__- -_J lul tuv. ru- -'J . The pension was one of those large end massive solid buildings, no common on the Riviera, let out in flute or in single apartments, and with a deep well 0 n square eteircuc'occupying the entire oeu- tre of the block like a covered court~ yard. As Warren Ralf mounted tn his room on the third floor, with the chatty Swine waiter from the canton l‘icino, who carried his bag. he asked quietly if the lady on the segomlo who seemed 50 ill was in any in» mediate or pressing danger.‘ "I 7,,A,QAI.., “D ngu‘, signer? She is ill, certainly; they carried her up stairs : she couldn’t have walked it. Illâ€"but. ill.” He expend~ ed his hands and panel his lips up.â€"" But what of that .9 The house expects it. They come here to die, many of these English. The signers no doubt. will die soon. 8110’! n. Vfiry bad case. She has hardly any life in er." “Little reassured by this cold comfort, Warren a“ down at tyhe table at once, u soon ashe bad washed away the dust 0! travel, and scribbled ofl'a hasty note, to Elie: Dasansr E.â€"Just arrived. Hope you received my telegram from Paris. For heaven‘s sake, don't let Elsie stir out of the house till I have seen you. This is most im- perstive. Messinger and Mrs. Massinger are here at this pension. He has brought her South for her healrh‘s sake. hne’s dying rapidly. I wouldn't for worlds let Elsie see eizhsr of them in their present con‘dition: above all, she mustn’t run against them un- expestedly. I may not be able to sneak round to night, but at all hsz \l'dl keep Elsie in till 1 can not to the Villa Russ to consult with you. Elsie must of course return to England at once, new Mossinger's come here. We have t) face a very serious crisis. I won't write further, preferring to come and arrange in person. Meanwhile, say no thing 1 to Ezsie just yet ; I‘ll break it to her myself. ‘--In breathless haste, Yours ever, very af- ‘ Sectionately, WARREN. He sent the note round with many warn- ings by the Swiss wetter to his mother's house. When E lie got it, she could have cried with chagrin. Could anything on earth have been more unfortunate? To think that Elsie should just have gone out shopping before the note arrivedâ€"and should bs'going to call at the Grand Hotel Rayahin that Very Avenue Vittorio-Em- mahuele. “When I was a boy in tho'lnmbering reg- ion in Maine.” said the old doctor, “the fellow who Would not hold up his end of the log. but let the Weight sag on the others, wan looked upon with contempt by all the camp. Wherever I go now. I think I ate logs can-led; one end held up by bonny. willing hands, and others dropping out of lazy, oelfilh 0088. "When I see an old father tailing to give his son the education that is to help him through life, and the boy yawning over his books, tricklnz his teachers, smoking cigar- ettes undsweoring.l feellikocslliug out, “For the sake of your own soul, noy, grip your end of tha_log, 9nd hold it up I'_ . n “Sometimes I see a man working hard all day, end too tired tomcat 5t night, while his wife and daughters reed novels, embroi- der, and gossip with women as useless in the world as themselves. Do they keep up theio'end of the log? "Or I see one bright. courageous member ofu Emmily usually. a woman,workiag joking, hopeful, while the other: crawl along, groan- ing. complaining, dropping every day 3nd hour thehburden of poverty. disease, tooth- ache, or bad Weather on her shoulders. She has all of the log to carry. _ . "Or, quite as often, it it. tho wife who stints and saves, untill her life is barren and have as a dusty road M: noonday, while the husband spends his time mt saloons or p301- rooms. “Again,“ ion human baing for whom God has done much in birth, rank, educa- tion, friends, who, for tho love of a glass of liquor or pack of carols, allows his life to drop into the slough. Sb. Paulbldu him ‘work‘ out his own salvation, And I feel like pelll‘rlg him to hold up his own end of tho lo .” ' fiVhst does our rostler think at tho doctor’s homely lesson? What is burden in life? Somebody shares it. with him ; no msn hosts his load alane. Does he carry his part with hearty good-will! Or dos: he drop it on wash and willing shoulders? A ho almilo of. (ull drew shirt in oxi- dizsd silver in the latut {rook in much- "fen. Sc“! pins no ontln the form of a dam blucb enamel shoe rimmed with tiny bril llunu. Diumonda of rich yellow, oinmmon and pink tlntn are very much nought altar ion now. Lor. 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