285.00 S 835-00 635.00 $1160.00 918.00 S 552 609.00 $1072.00 uvvâ€" ’ â€"â€"" a’clock 3.111., 10? 1 assessments 01' hint which 99" mizabID by the 'OWI rack of the said put of the general say btal Cost rt. showing he owners there- 'ised Assessmenï¬ open to inspec- rtaking am We ' 902. SON. Lindsay, _on Town’s Share by, dark eyes ï¬ll with alarm mbarrassment, and the stit! 'ter and several fast looking lounging about the entrance begin to stare at the pretty looking young lady, and w a little nearer to her. '35. Brett with her hard fea- monlv face, her bands of heir, and her solid looking at stiï¬ ribbons and massive ,draws near also, with a glance around, and the loung- back. in t! as} Step i staying in the l: o- ?" the head waiter asks, her more closch -he is not staying in the ho- ‘Mis, he- is â€" I have been is ample ledâ€" is in a. situa- f hem, " stammexs Yolande, hmtil her iace and neck burn m, the man answers curt- .2 there is no one of the name .v 0n the staï¬ of the hotel." “the some mistake, mad- Brett puts in sharply, for " 0! those around. “Her . ' the Countess, has made no _‘ of course. It. must he else- 1“ make is!" â€" with an- .,â€", ‘ glance and a disparaging 3% had best go back now. » 3-911 perhaps her latdyship ‘ Inquiries herself of the 17 01 the hotel.†" ' ‘ “liter relaxes a little un- -» IWish of titles. ‘ 30“, madam, I am mak- in saying there is no 7 °1 the name of Giynne em- m,†he says decisively. ' gentlemen employed in the 5"; I" Mit"sh. the sub-mana- - mâ€- Dallas. the head clerk flare not?†Yoiande asks. m ‘ age cab gets free of the ad whirls on citywards, watches with strain- â€W the fading evening " up Baltimore Hotel. we she is gazing through ' » , the Baltimore Hotel is * _ the other, and the cab ‘ “d Yolande gets out with . gaps, Wondering feverishly ' â€"- that man inside . - -. entrance doors. is not he. That at,†, There is some o'he gu- side of the hall, gentle- . .;. No, it is not he 'suepauses, timid and be- ‘ with a very severe and a. head waiter confronting †'3 liveried hall potter and hovering near. for rooms, madam?" the . asks with a stifl DOW. i her dress â€" the long, hand- [ dk mantle and the edge of ; hoe-trimmed flounces peering Theath â€"- her youthful, lady- m! mien, and the well-dress- ipectable servant behind her. â€bank you," Yolnude un- imously, flushing brightly; it to see Captain Glynne, III their she inqu ma cabs, earns - I can’t wait!" 'crishly, looking rather wait here me if he is in the :me. please." eman of that ' the head waiter 1g intercSt in a. inquiring for an erk luiries, madam, ladies’ draw- deferential 13'- Captain GWEN? »1. madam?" the owing suit. “If of her Dona. , herself con- " she says at 1:" and disap- sure -â€" quite ,‘SIS into bears “Waiter, Who impatient. â€I hotel Hotel, ofï¬ce. isn t wgrcunAN lnd suspense. _ get. out and a ' ‘Pattl densely iages and in WhiCh almost -mmuma, NOVEMBER 18th. 1992. "won't you e‘ï¬bn': yoga ‘ Isl. xnutters. in ’choking. halt; audibio tones. with an agony of éntreaty, an agony of gladneaa; and grief in her fair, tear-wet, quivering face. And Dallas (:1ynneâ€"-â€"â€" Can this be Dallas Glynne -â€" this pnllid, hag- gard, stern looking man in well worn ofï¬ce suit, his hair thin and turning gray on his tcmfkes? He looks ten years older than when she saw him last, little more than a. your ago -â€" the elegant young aristocrat â€" an Army “beauty man." wwâ€" v.’ â€"â€"â€"-â€"- n...†He takes the hand she utters him. and preSSes it slightly. "How did you ï¬nd me out?†he asks, as it were carelessly; but there are a faint smile on his pale set face, a wistful darkmws and warmth in his cold gray eyes. “Evans," he says, turning to the waiter, “take this lady into the manager’s sitting» roum. Excuse me for a. moment," he says to his wife, and he stays behind. and gm back to the oï¬ce again for a minute or two. lest the 駧x~intls eyes turned on him from every direction discern that his us- ual cold gentlemanly composure ~- "the Johnny Bull high tone style." his American patrons term it half scoï¬â€˜inglyâ€"is rutfled in the least by this mysterious rencontre. Yolande has often pictured this meeting to herseli. and imagined a. scene in which she and haughty hand- some Dallas were face to face, and how she uttered faultlessly worded tender reprOachTes. and how heâ€"cold and distant at ï¬rst â€" at last began to yield a. little, and to say kind things and pleaSant things. and how he had grieved at leaving the coun- try without seeing her, and so on. until she has wept and laughed to herself at the visions her imagination conjured up. But the reality is this. Dallas on- (hrs the room gravely and deliber‘te- zy. and she hurries forward and token his hand again. and. sobbing and smiling, and behaving altogether ab- surdly, saysâ€" ‘v we. . “Quite well. thank you. Yolande," Dallas replies, with a slight smile. courteously. but very coldly. “How did you ï¬nd me here. may I ask? I thought no one but my employer Was aware of my real name. And are you quite well? I need scarcely ask, though; you are looking ex- tremely well. And you are taller, I think†â€" with a faint amused smile: but his eyes are resting on her with a warm light of pleasure and admir- ation in them which makes her heart throb wildly with glad excitement. "I have never been forgetful of you," Yolande acys, in low un- steady tones â€" “neverâ€"I wish I could have been -â€" since the day you left me and. would not even say good- bye.l' “That was not quite right or cour- teous, 1 confws.†Dallas aCknov:â€" ledges coldly and carelessly. “I re- gretted it afterwards, but. at the time I did not see the use of dis- tressing you with a leave-taking which I meant to be ï¬nal.†really believe in your heart."\ x0- lande asks â€" and Dallas Glynne's eyes fall before the passion and the accusation in hers â€"- “that you were not inflicting a. cruel wrong on me, and blighting my life by leaving me alone, desolate, bound to you and deserted by yen, for the rest of my days, before I was much more than twenty years of age? Did you?†“I thought you would soon forget me.†Dallas answers, in a; lower tone, "and that perhaps before very long I should be dead. and you would be free again. I did not think I was wronging you. I had not any settled plans or ideas in gomg aWay, except that I must earn an independ- ant livelihood in some way or other. “I am very well, thank you-quite well indeed," Yolande repeats vague- ly. feeling that they are both copyâ€" ing Mr. Toots most ridiculously, but. unable for her life to utter anything else coherently. "And you are quite well, Dallas?†she goes on, stammer- ing shyly. “I found you â€" that. is, Lady Pentreath gave me your ad- dress." “Oh, mademoiselle the spy!" Dal- las says, with a cart, hard laugh. “What an interest that young wo- man does take in my affairs! It seems to continue also Love may be forgetful, but hatredâ€"never!" 7 His pallid handsome face. grown so prematurely aged and haggard. dark- ens with a flush of anger. “Lady 'Pentreath and her husband? I thought I had rid myself of them for life! Pray how did the noble Earl ï¬nd me out?" “I don’t know about the Earl," Yolande ‘answers timidly. "But madcmoiselle â€"- she lives with Lady Pentreath, you know â€" I believe she learned where you were." CHAPTER XXXI. in revenge for that " Younde am. with her hands up to her throat. to check the suffocating Keeling that is Oppmmg her. “There is no question at revenge In the matter," he answers impatiently - "You needn' t. think quite so viloly of me. We began wrongly, and '6 went. on worse, and I thought the best thing to do was to cut the Gal'- dian knot, of miseries and misunder- standing: at once’ “The best for yourself. you mean." Yolanda says (rigidly. "Well. In there no more to be said, as you say?†“How can I atone for it?" Dallas asks, in a. low tone. moving some books and papers restlessly about. on the table. “If you cannot tell, neither can I!" Yolande retorts sharply. “Even you must admit that. I have humbled my. sell sufliciently. I have followed you uninvited, and found you unwel- comed, andâ€"and showed you, in spite of all slights, neglect, coldness. cruelty, how I feltâ€"" Her face is crimson, her hands are burning hot as she turns away abruptly and hur- riedly reclasps her mantle and ad- justs her hat. “I haven't a grain of what women call 'proper pride} I suppose," she goes on more hurried- ly, entangling her trembling lingers in her ribbons. "But I can't go un- til I ask you. Captain Glynne. why you refuse to accept the allowance which the law gives you - legally your very owzi. you know. under your marriage settlement - and per- mit my trustem to add enough to that sum to enable you to live dil- ierently from this?" “I don't think it will do me any harm to earn my bread honestly. Yolande," he says. with an unsteady laugh. “I could not live in useless, lazy dependence on your money. you know; and I have left the army, and I wasn't ï¬t for anything else. This isn't a. very bad berth. I've been in much Worse," he adds, laughing and shaking his head. “I see." Yolanda rejoins. making a ï¬erce effort to be cool and calm and steady. and to smile in the careless manner in which he is smiling. "1â€"1 am glad you are so comfortable. You have your liberty â€" that is the chief thing. Will you be offended if Iâ€"without telling anyone elseâ€"send you some money from myself? It won't hurt you, and it will please me. Will you? May I?" “I would rather you did not -â€" thank you all the same for your gen- erosity. Yolande," he replies looking down at the carpet. “I! I were in a. dinerent position, I should not mind, but. as it is-â€"" "I don't think there is," Dallas ro- plies gloomily. but looking at her with a. ï¬re in his sombre eyes. and slowly dragging his moustache through his ï¬ngers â€"- â€except. that I hope you will forgive me. or try to forgive ‘me, for all the unintentional wrong I have done you.†and icy' cold by turns. and an. is trembling visibly frqm head to_ 190% “I sha'n’t divorce you." he says huskily. laying his ï¬ngers lightly and carcssingly on be! soft white arm. where it peers out exquisitely fair above her long tan glove. "And you are tempting me-â€"-vcry hard you are tempting me. I know I owe you atonement. I begin to believe I “I see," Yolanda interrupts. “It you were rich, my generosity, as you call it, would not be so unpleasant. Well. I had better go now. 1 have done no good either to you or my- self â€" only intruded on you and tak- en up your time." “No. no! Don’tsay that!" Dallas says irresolutely. “There can't be any question of intrusion between us -â€"-husband and wife. I was going to say; but we are not that. You must know that I am glad to see you; and I thank you for your kindneSS." “You thank me for my kindness." Yolande cries, flaming with anger and passionate reproachâ€"“your own wifelâ€"for I am that until you di- vorce me." in London?" “I knew it this eveningâ€"of course not before," Yolande answers brief. 1y. "I heard from Lady Pentmth that you had returned quite a. long time since. I knew nothing of itâ€" ho’w could I? Neither your mother nor I heard anything since that let- ter you wrote to me from New York twelvemonths ago. It Lady Nora had heard anything of you she would have told me at once, of course; she knew howâ€"I felt." Her husband's grasp has tightened on her arm while she has been Speak- ing, but he has averted his head. At the last trembling words he turns round quickly, and, seizing her in his arms, strains _her to his beast. “Kiss me, Yolanda!" he says hoarsely and passionately. “My dear girl! My poor girl, it. would have been well for you if you Ind never seen me not heard my name." "Oh, no, no!" Yolanda whispou. clinging to him in unspeakable joy. and pressing her sweet lips to his face. "Ifâ€"ifâ€"you cared for me only a little, I should be the 1131)th girl in the world! I love you so much!" “Do you?" he says, clasping her “NEvcr, until yoix atone for it!" Yolande says curtly and bitterly. , Dallas laughs faintly, and his face flushes. and his lips tremble under his heavy moustache. His hand clasps her arm tenderly and warmly, and he comes close to her side. â€Do you know." be half whispers, “I believe you are almost. the only one in the world who has been faith- ful-~" He stops abruptly, and. a!- ter a pause, asks in a. slightly eon- strained voice, “When you said (or did you say? I forget) that you did not know where I was until you got. my address from Lady Pentreath. you did not mean that. you thought I was in Americaâ€"you knew I was “Do you?" he says, cl closer and caressing her its coils of so“. brawl: h pressed to him, her hat aside somewhere. “Then piest girl in the world. care for you very much - for any one else in the 1 133 says earnestly. could make it to you caressing her head. With I soft brown hair, "bk" is him, her hat being flan: rwhere. "Then be the ban» H cheek you lovâ€" ‘irf-Iovaulohg?" she asks: 'feeling the dark, chill shadow growing colder and deeper each moment. “A The door is opened roughly and unceremoniously, and a. tall. showy, “flashy"-looking man With huge black. elossv moustache and boid. wolï¬sh eyes enters the room and crosses over to a. writing table. Mrs. Glynne!" the W re- peats, bowing and smiling. and cor)- ing the ends of his moustache. “Never knew you were married be fore â€"- never knew your name was "You knew wrong then, it is Daiâ€" las â€" Dallas Glynnc.†the other says. with a (rigid smile. “We musn’t intrude on Mr. Davison. Yoâ€" lahde. I will put you and your oer- vant into a cab." “Pray don’t! Pray don't on any account let me be the means 0! driv- ing Mrs. â€" er -- Glynne away!" inâ€" terposes the manager. quickly seep- ping before them, his white teeth gleaming through his thick red lips u __-_4-._- wanes on this point. "Late. dear. I suppose? Poor fellow!" “Late?" he repeats. staring. “What. do you mean? (Po-night, my dear girl? I cannot. leave here to night! I sleep' In the hotel you knOW! " “Well. when?" she asks. biting her lip nervously and flushing" "1 thought I understoodâ€"" “My dear, I cannot leave my attu- ntion at a. minute's notice in that manner!" Dallas exclaims rather sharply. {or the necwsity he is under annoys him just. at. the moment. “I must give formal notice, and wait until my â€successor is appointed}: “A month dear!" Dallas replie‘. in the same sharp. hurried manner. “Now you must go. Yolanda; I hear that fellow Davison's voice. Hang it. here he is!" in hare'for a. few minutes' eonVersar- tion. as this room Was the only one unqccubiestfl nits. "But; you needn't. be Jealous. Yolanda! I know I made rather a. fool of myself in the past; but it b in the past, I swear to you! And my future is yours, my dear girl. and I will atone to you for the put. 11 you will trust me. Will you. durum†“Yes. yesâ€"indeed I Will." '50 cries, gasng in glad W. "And you are coming back to me again? Oh, Dallas! 0h, dearest. dearest!" "Yes. I will come back to you, Yolanda. dear. line. you are willing to who mo." Dallas answers humbly, asham- ed of himself for having so doubted and wronged this true unwavering love. “And we will begin agdn. dear â€"shall we?â€"have a proper honey- moon. you know. The ï¬rst was s beeswax. gall-and-vinegar moon â€"- there wasn't an atom of honey in it. Eh, my little wife â€" shall we?" â€Ya, love," the girl murmurs, wondering in her vague dreamy hop- piness i! this is not. all some delici- ous vision of her own fond imagin- ing. "We will go to Switzerland. dor- ling. and ï¬nd some nice oubâ€"ot-the may place up in the mountains. where I believe one does subsist n good deal on honey. and rolls and ooflee, and pastoral (are of ant kind â€" eh, Yolandaâ€"spend the long hot days in the pine woods. you do- ing crewel-embroidery -â€" or pretend- ing to do itâ€"and I lying on the no. at. your feet. reading poetry to you-â€" Tennyson. Rossetti. Jun Ingolov. Gerald Massey. I know how it'- donc! I’ve watched honeymoonin‘ couples ever so ottom" uni Captain Glynne hughs heartily as be him. his young girlish wile satin and again. and his spirits rise at tho thought 0! the pleasant prospect Io near. so sure, for him and for her. -_â€"â€" â€"v w 7 “You are too fond of me. child!" he remonstraws hall sadly. hall langhing’ly; and then he moves mtr lessly and looks at. the door. and Yolanda drops her arm. which hove been clasped around his neck. “Then had I better go ng " Ibo asks meekly. but with a. sudden pang as she realizes that Dallas is anxi- ous for her to go. “And when _un “A thousand pardons, Dallas!" he says, with a. smile at Yolanda -- a smile which is a leer .- and a hasty bow. "Just a. little matter of busi- ness -â€" gone in a moment â€"â€" sorry to intrude, I'm sure;†and he glances keenly and appreciatively over the top of the paper in his hand at the young girlish {ace and form. the shy eyw and flushed checks. “It is I who should apologize for the intrusion, Mr. Davison." Dalla- says ~icily. “I took the liberty of bringing Mrs. Glynne -â€" my wife -â€" aiinneJâ€"rh says My; “knew it wasn't. Dallas (tom something Daville said." inï¬ll}. Yolande does not W: the weight of her happinel! 09PM.†herâ€"or something does. A dull hopeless feeling, as in stepping Into cold shulow out. of warmth and ma- llght. seems to (all over her. ‘ “Whatever you please, Wm you plea-e. so that I an with you. so that we shall not be parted ova again!" she mutter-s. pressing MI hands against. her heart. “Thu isn't. your own room. dear?" she asks timidly. VV'TNb, idéar; it’s thé manager's." Dallas mwm hurriedly. in a low voice; "and I would rather he did notseeyou. Hoisncadotatel- low." _ and his glossy, black mom. “I'll run away it you move â€"â€" 'pou my honor I will! I hope In. Glynne wiil favor as with a good deal of her company" -- this my insinuatingly. “Yom surely won't let. your wife go without some refreshment, Dulâ€" las? Nonsense! A glass 01 cham- pagne, or an ice. or a cup of m or something! Which will you have. Mrs. Giynne? You will cive me the pleasure of ordering somewing for you. Won't. you. since your husband is so ill-natured?†"No. thank you; I don't wish (or anything," Yolanda replies politely. smiling and, bowing an adieu as Du]â€" las hurries her out. d the room. Mr. Davina loo]; W than. and "re mum 1W Uni-kl. h- And, as Dallas, with Yolanda clinging very tightly to his arm, pcrseveres in moving towards the door, Mr. Davison stoop: to coax- ing. k?! I don't. on any nea'ns of driv- 18 away!" inâ€" quickly step- swhite teeth thick red lit†1: moustache. move -â€" 'pou hope In. with a good «pad oltho into which is tbelu-no-t your!“ intheyogld. Tho mwintthnm humane thiy excel! other nap- in the following : no two 3011me mn-o‘n Which bring his thick. ' ‘nck, 0in but down “nun mack-up beggar with hi. dashed airs!" be mutton. savagely. t! I don’t. think my lord Duh.- thought. I wasn't good eo- ough to be introduceq t9 his wile! W I! I think she’s hls‘wlle at all! She doesn't look a bit like it. hanged it she does! W to him maybe â€" some swell girl that's {coll-h enough to run alter him now when 110': down on his luck â€"- stuck- up boner! A dashed sight better 0! than he dunnerâ€! Told Daville no. The tellow’s not worth his salt; bntrllmakehlmeanltuhe‘ego-~ ing to stay here. Told Daville so. 3 Daville knows what I am. 1 guns!" “My dear. you must not come here again on any account." Dallas says gravely, as he holds her hand at the cab door; “I cannot have you run the risk of meeting that in- ternal snob again! We will write to each other. and arrange a plane of meeting some day." “Very well,†Yolande responds quietly, "some day" sinking down like a weight on her heart, so glad and warm with hope a few minutes since. “Good-bye. dear. now,". he adds. with a. hasty. backward glance. “Those fellows are all staring at us; they haven't seen me taking a There is rather an unusual delay in this being done, as if “the liv- eried menial" whose principal duties consist in reading the dailv papers and opening the hall door were so deeply absorbed in the one duty 'u m be oblivious of the summons to attend to the other; and Yolande notices that a few persons seem loitâ€" ering on the pevement near the house and over the way and watch- ing her with glances of interest. But the moment the door is opened by I. tender adie tom! †asks. involuntarily stopping short. on the great. square mat. “Master’s not. very well. ma'mn." the young foounnn replies, with eyes -â€" wide open in dismay â€"â€" that. say much more than his mild phrases. "He â€"- he was brought. home â€" Mr. Sax-sent. came home with him. ma’amâ€"innab. andlhc doctor’s just. comeâ€"fl . “An accident! 0h. poor uncle!" Yolanda cries, her conï¬dence re- preaching her as sh‘i'tï¬inkt mow little she has known or ï¬dftï¬'ouxrht of her poo: old uncle}. Wilts "No. ma'am." the Iootm 1n- swem; “it’s not. exactly an and- dent; but. he didn't seem quim him- self. llr. Sarjcnt said. Mrs. Student here too. ma’am; and just a they were bringing him inâ€"â€"" CHAPTER XXXI'I. au 0! a pretty girl be- THE VUIEE [IF THE PEflPLE Jada, Ontario But Block. done is entrusted with the grinding of Lense- for the Eyeglasses, Spectacles. etc , which we tell. Eyes examined tree (f charge. Eye defect- remodiod rembly. THIS EXPERT ARTISAN C. H ughan, Lumen run for Doctor Com. ma'un: and now a. nurse is sent {on udndoctorcan'tsayhovltwfl think that an Important Mr] fl will have to tell my Penn-ï¬lth an. hat fellow-mont- in Harley am" presently; and the butler grow: I.- nlgn cud imbued with n paw-II dignity. u be lees himself added! at the hood of the household. "One minute, Ina/am, and I’ll no. your maid.†he says, opening a. dining room door. "It’s a. W shock to you. ma’am. and her lady- nhlp not at home oitlger; but. u an all doing what we can. In"... sun I acquaint Mrs. Sarjent. with your return. ma’am?" l VA‘A_A- A wild thought, but, blissful in it. very wildness and boldness, flashq across her mind. She will send for Dallas! Surely at this late hour h’. duties must. be nearly over: and the sight. of his face. the sound 0! hi. voice, will help her to bear anything and everything. Surely he cannot. be angry with herâ€"a wife claiming her husband’s societv and assist- ance! Surely his honorable business scruples Will; not. induce him to con- sider his employer's interests. or any loss {or which he can easily re- pay him. before her welfare, not that. she really needs him! Her heart throbs tastincagu' hope; she is ashamed of herselt for the thrill of passionate, selï¬sh joy tint runs through her a. the thought that this donut): trouble maybethehappymeansotuniti-g "Hrs. Sarient?" Yolanda m deadly. “Yes. And where is Lady Nora? Oh, I know! Oh, dear! BI- is at. the fancy ball!" “Her ‘ladyahip wasn‘t above ta minutes gone when the poor W was brought home. ma'am." the butler says conï¬dentialiy. “1h carriage is to go {or her at tvo, ma'am," us let ladysz said all. shouldn't by any manner of mean any late." "Oh. dear me!" poor Yolanda moans, wringing her hands. "Lady Nora gone for hours, and aunt Keren seventy miles away. and -â€" and - nobody to help me!" we" -- “Oh, you have returned. Yolanda.†Mrs. Sarjent says severely, with s loud sigh. as she enters. "l m pd m uke it on ourselves. Yolanda.†the good My adds. with ma humilâ€" ity. "Wilma. and I have been W to send for doctors and nurse- our own responâ€"-" impatiently. "0! course you has. done everything that. was right and kind, and I am very gratefm myog. I was dining with Lady Peuunuth. and Lady Norahasgoneout.†"Yea." lira. Salient. whim. in a. (Continued on Page M