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Artificial Teeth 56 to per set. D1“. Day, ”anti“ .9151 n ma. oleuoh Faculty Kent workmanship. Dung Stan. .- Unduy PM ates What. a. place for a respect‘blo mt- ron to go! A masked ball!"L ”Can’t I go up and so. uncle?" Yolanda asks hurriedly. "II the doctor with him now? What does he think? Mightn’t I go up, aunt?" I n g... ulna an GOCLOK' Wll'u tum “v". “7,, he think? Mightn’t I go up, amt?" “Of course you can if you please. child,” Mrs. Sarjent answers, with gloomy assurance. “He won't know you from Adam! He's quite uncon- scious, you know â€"- an apoplectic seizure, Doctor Corder says. Well, well, go if you wish.” "nh, mmt. you don't thinlg POO? "0h. aunt, you don't. m1 uncle will die, do you?” asks, crying. Mrs. Sarjcnt stands on above her. and looks down weeping girl. ‘~-‘ ‘kn- “Wynn-5 3.- -. “Indeed, my dear. there's every probability that he'll die!" she ro- plies, with grim decisivencss. "I’ve seen several taken like him. and I never saw but one taken this war re cover. I said so to Wilmot.” “Hadn't I better telegraph for aunt Karen?" Yolanda asks sobbing. And then Mrs. Sarjent. thinking that perhaps the girl is "brought do'wn enough," as she phrases it to herself, says, with blunt kindnessâ€" “No. child, no! 1 have written to her to say that uncle Silas isn't well. and that she had better come up to mm: toâ€"morrow morning, and Wil- _ _ -.... “No, child, no! 1 have wruwu w her to say that uncle Silas isn't well. and that she had better come up to tOWn toâ€"morrow morning. and Wil- mot will Meet her st the station end break the news to her." “Thank you." poor Yolanda guys meekl‘y, realizing how greatly she needs one to feel for her individual sorrow and distress. He Who ought. to be by her side is far distant. knowing nothing, caring nothing for her sadness and loneliness. A feeling of anger. miserable and unreasoning, rises against him in her heart. mak- ing her yet more wretched than she IS. ' â€"'-â€"‘- 5- inh- “Unless he wrnw so unless he comes to see even tell him of my (I is all over," she deci1 ate bitterness}. “H! for me and angry wit; -â€"pex haps!" ‘ w 7 l- _‘PCI llstlla . . And then they go into the quiet. room. with the shaded lights show!- ing the lividly-pale disfigured face lying on the snoWy pillows. With sad fixed eyes she gazes at. him, unable eVen to speak, and con- scious only of a. dull longing to be left aionoxwith him, to nurse him, and lay those iced bandages on his head, and try to relieVe that terrible labored breathing. But. there is a grave business-like nurse already at her uncle's bedside, and Yolande has no place there: “Might I stay and help you?" she asks timidly. ' 97--.] kâ€"b tan-ya The nurse politely-j madam v-v vâ€"â€"_ "My dear. there isn't the. slightest. necessity for you to do anything of the kind!" Mrs. Sarjent interposes curtly. ”Is there, nurse? 0! course not! I am going to sit up until a!- tvcr the turn of the night." "Then I shall sit. up too!" Yolande declares obstinately. “You do not. suppose I am going to bed to sleep comfortably when uncle may be dy- ulttvuln.‘ “But might I just, sit up with you,” persists Yolande, “in case uncle came to his senses?" .- IA__A “.0. "My dear,” rejoins Mrs. Sarjent, with a pitying smile of superior knowledge, “unless there is a furor- able change, he Won't know anyone again. You had better go to bed, Yolande. You will only make your- sel! ill, and become another invalid to be nursed in the house!" concludes Mrs. Sarjent, in a. satisfied business- like tone. “Isn't it so, nurse?" “Yes, ma'am," the nurse answers, evidently seeing the wisdom of agree» ing with Mrs. Sarjent. Yolande ofl’ers no further apposiâ€" tion, but goes away to her own room, changes her dress for a. warm cashmere loose gOWn and a thick vicuna shawl, and about twelve o'clock quietly comes downstairs once more VIAVV ”av- - . From the dining-room, the door of which stands ajar. come the sound 0! voices in low earnest conversation â€"her cousin Wilmot is speaking, Yo- lande can tell. She fancies she hears her own name uttered. but does not heed it, as she pauses under the hall lamp to read again the let- ter she has just. written to her husâ€" band. She has repented of her first reso- lution, unable to deny herself the happiness and comfort of even telling him her troubles on paper, knowing too that, now he is so near, he will surely come at once to see her, if but.for a. short visit, and she thirsts and hungers for a sight of his face. She has not asked him to come, or even hinted a wish that he may come unless his inclinations bring him. It is only a letter of love, of tender re- grets that their interview was so short. and the recital of poor uncle Silas’ sudden seizure. “I know you will feel for me. dear- est," concludes this gent-e little let- ter from a. wife to a hushund whose conduct has been far from faultless, containing not one word of reproach, expressed” or impliedâ€"“you know dear uncle was like a father to me. “Your loving wife, Yolande.” She slips it back into the envelope, kisses the place his fingers will touch in drawing it out, and fastens down the flap before dropping it into the post bag which it is the footmun’s first. duty each morning to carry to the pillar post; and then quite sud- denly the memory of that other let- ter starts up before her vividlyâ€"the first letter she ever wrote to her hus- band -â€"- just as wifely'and tender, just as loving and submissive as this one, pleading humbly too for his love and his protection, which he utterly disregarded. , . A sigh which is almost a sob rises from the depths of her heart; ‘she draws back her letter irresolutei)‘, and'P‘ut's it into her pocket. says. “Things might have been worse, LADY NORA (Continued from PO83 3-? ((0111. reqlfire 811! livill Wait until tbâ€"marrow." she CHA PTER X XXIII. rlooks surprised, but says as to see mtgâ€"'1 will not of my trouble until it she decides in passion- ss. “He will be sorry agry with himself. then the step gt the Yolande nm as may arch am. sumac: a saying in those sen-satisfied tones oi hers, an Yolanda softly enters the room. "It’s a good thing now that she hasn't a drag on her in the shape of a. good-for-nothing fine gen- tlemnn Oh. my goodness. Yo- landa, what a fright you’ve given me! I thought you were in bed and asleep long ago, child!" “What renson had you to think so, aunt Sarjent?” Yolande asks grave- you'll swers ing I have dear." 1y. And Mrs. Sujent'e eyelids. with their scanty lashes, blink nervously beneath the cold light of the dark clear eyes. “Well, my dear. I’m only all-aid you'll knack yourself up." she an- swers in n conciliating tone. fidgetâ€" ing a. little; "nndâ€"andâ€"you may have a. good deal to try you yet, dear." The tone is curiously pitying.‘ and Mrs. Sarjent's broad {we is full of good nature and sympathy; but Yo- lande is too resentful of her words and her sympathy to care oven to look at her just now. She hears Wil- mot Snrjent nigh on his mother speaks. and she grows mgrier. “Sit in this chair, cousin. Won't you?" he says. jumping up end drnwâ€" ing n large easy chair for-Ward. “It's the nicest chair in the room. I think. We told the housemaid to light the fire before she went to bed â€"â€" Wasn't ._hn_ __ “Isn‘t. “I am very sorry you and mint should both think it necessary to sit. up and lose your night's rat." Yolanda responds stimy. "I am Quito warm. thank you, I do not we to sit. so near the fire." - ,_ AL- Llâ€" ‘Ih 50 “vs- vâ€"v She gets as far away from' the Mg easy chair as she can. her heart. swelling with pain and indignation against. Wilmot Sarjent. as well us his mother. though he is her own kind, good-natured cousin. who has been a. friend to her as long as she can remember. They have been speaking against. Dallas Glynne. both of them â€"- Wilmot Salient, with his broad fleshy face and White eye- lashes and ginger-colored whiskers, as well as his mother. The idea 01 Wilmot Sarjent daring to sneer ut Dallas Glynne! fl - -.A“‘-m Hut-“a u . - ..--v . The girlish wife’s heart beat's fierce- ly in angry resolve. They shall see! Within twenty-four hours they shall see Danes is master here until poor uncle Silas recovers! She will ask him to sit in that very arm chair where cousin Wilmot is lolling now. with his legs ssretched out belore him most inelegantly, and his big clumsy feet displayed to the utmost extent. She is the heiress of the see him the head of the house anu every one in it. She smiles scornfully as she thinks how amazed and confounded they will be. How little they dream that her husband is within two mile- at nor! How well it is she did not send that letter! She will write another â€"urgent. sensible. business-like - stating the exact position of aflairs. and asking her husband ior his presâ€" ence and help. When once he comes she will keep himâ€"oh, she will keep him! If love and wealth and every comfort and luxury can tempt him to lorego his pride and his dreary independence. he shall be tempted! She smiles again to herself with gladness and tenderness to think how " â€" 4â€"; ‘Afi‘l‘nfl 6...\v-w she will tempt Dallas; and looking up suddenly she meets again those vexatious pitying eyes -â€" two pairs of them â€"â€" fastened on her. Mrs. Sarjent avert: hers with a loud sigh, and am into the fire. and Wilmot avert: his with a. sud- den nervous jerk of his body, and even his his feet. go through several spasmodic motions. - -_ -1 .4... wrwâ€"v “Get your cousin a. glass of wine, Wilmot,’ " Mrs. Sarjent. says in . compassionate tone. -- -- . AIA _’_ wâ€"crw-____-, "No, thank you." Yolaude de- clines curtly, “My maid brought me a cup of tea. a. little while since." spun-vy- “A glass of wine would have done youâ€"ever so much more good," Mrs. Sarjent. says patronizingly. “You had better have one now. Yolandcâ€" a glass of good port. No? Very well, my dear; ityou Won't. you won't, thenâ€"that's all.” :1‘héreis silence for several min. utes, and Yolanda tum-fies she sees the mother and son exchanging glan- CCS. “I hope I haV1‘n’ ande thinks; "Mt. that tone from a ing me and slam calling him names She is going to St unpleasant. I ca. at her." For Mrs. Szu'jent. tle dry coughs, and the jet. fringe -'of her ing about. at the W and furniture as seen them before. Nana Food and Bfiood Enflchcr. They build up and runov all the worn out and wasted tiss axes of thcboay. and rcstm perfect health gag vigor to thcgjlfltp ”new.“ Milbui’n’s Heart and Nerve Pill; Are a True Heart Tonic, NervEesn:-sm Sleepksancu, New” pr”. train.“ Ruin Flt. Luck 0! Vitality. Aha Ethan 0! La Grim. Acacia. West and Dizzy 5322? Lu. 0! ”may, P‘lpltauon oi 1110 Heart. of E . “aortas. g1 Breamctcucannflhm ”can; Surjent. is coughing lit.- :hs, and lidgctjng with e .-.f her dress, and look- t the walls and pictures we as If she int-J ncxer siamicring mums. anu tunes behind his back! to say something more I can tell by a glance 't. ru-cn rude," Yol- k. I will not bear aunt Salientâ€"pity- .derimz Dallas. and hard and whxte as marble in haugh- ty resolve. "It is somathlnc “out Dallas. dare to take me to talk about an! husband! Aunt. Sujcnt would med- torts in n shuper tone, tossing her head; “and you needn’t. tell me. Wil- mot. to be careful to avoid hurting people's teelin's! 'l‘hnt's a. thing I neVer do; nnd it’s hardly likely says with gloomy relish, “mt I'm going to speak against my one! Poor Yolnndc'n got. enough worry of her on p0 bear; only 'it'n nn in Wlm 51W .uâ€" '77 death in the house," In. Sorjcnt says with gloomy relish, “thet I'm going to sped: against my one! Poor Yolende'a got enough worry of her own to beer; only ‘it'n on in wind that blows no good] they say. and maybe it's jut as well you're not hempered with e husband end a baby just et thin time. my dent!" at Yolanda with a little pityiug smile; but the girl’s pale grow scarlet with rage and then pale with disgust and annoyance. ”What on end! are you taking about. wnt Sarjcnt?” she demanded with {rigid contempt. "I have n hosband, I am happy to uy"-â€"this 0116 61:3;- "Well, my dear." In. Suicnt says curtly. “it you're going to show temper about it. I won't. motion your husband's name to you.” The good lady can never resist. what she calls “giving a cut." When she is prevoked. "All I'm going to say is that. though you're left done â€" neither vii. nor widow. neither mar- ried nor single-and that's u had Way for my young woman to be â€"â€"- maybe it’s just as well now. since L -u... -...l mlJW IUD ‘â€"-- .w. you'll ha‘je others to look alter and others to depend on you. and you couldn't do that it you had a, bus- band and a. child, or maybe two," Mrs. Surjent. says, warming with her subject, “bagging about you!" L~â€"‘ 4‘ kn in- Yolande tries very am w on mâ€" dignult at the speech. but, in spite of herself. her eyes filled with hidden smiles. her cheeks grow Warm. her lips grow tender. Her own little childrenâ€"tho children of her belovedâ€"the golden-haired baby sons and daughters who vould call Dallas ”father!" -- III _._-_A ”Your poor aunt Keren '11 went you. Yolanda," she beers In. Ser- jcnt going on in rather a severe arâ€" gumentative tone. “She’s growing very let-bier. and at her time o' lite too she's not fit to meet trouble. You must think of her. you know. more than of yourself: and your poor uncle too. i! ever he rises on his bed again. or isn't paralyzed. or e re- gular invalid {or the rest 01 his days "You needn't look altogether at the blue: side 0! things. nether,” rcmonstratee Wilmot. "Uncle Silas will get about again. please good- ness; and I hope things are not quite so bad with him as thev seem just now. Uncle Silas has had hchy losses in the City. cousin." he ox- plains hurriedly to Yolanda, who is looking from one to the other. breathless. wild-eyed. cold with upâ€" prehension of some unknown trash misfortune. “Thingl heve been go- ing wrong with him {or some time : eome speculationâ€"” “Which no one with en ounce 0! sense ought ever to hnve~looked at!" interposee Mrs. Sujent sharply. “Well, we hadn't en ounce 0! sense -neither uncle Silas nor I." her son says patiently; "for we did look at it. and dabbled in itâ€"woree luck!â€" only he'd a great deal more than Ir- -â€"and we both lost." "Yes; and you may thank your mother you didn’t lose ten' times what you did!" . Mrs. Sujent says. with stern satislnction. "Has uncle lost much?” Yolandc asks, almost prepared to be angry with them for the terror they have made her feel during these last low moments. It is only a. moneyâ€"loss after allâ€"only an unlucky City spe- culationâ€"some thousands of pounds perhaps. As i! that mattered to n rich man like uncle Silas! Perhaps they mav even have to retrenchâ€" givc up this large house and disP {tense with the carriage and horses for a your or two, Well. what mat- tcr? But Dallas? She had thought or surrounding him with every lux- ury and comfort: she had thought of seeing him master of this line estab- lishment. Ber womanly fancy and imagination have sketched out a thousand pleasant schemes which have Dallas {or their centre; nnd lossolmoneymsymanlouololl these. sighing. ., ”All!" Mrs. Sarjent answers em- phatically, "No. Wilmobâ€" there's no use in trying to gloss and smooth it over!"-â€"â€"as her son looks at her with a reproachtul glance. “When athinghastobotaned.letit be faced. I my. and no shiny-shall}; about it! Your“ uncle's loat n frightful lot of money. Yolanda, tad that's the plain truth; and you'd- bestkuowitstona.mdbewool Has uncle lost much!" she on in rather a severe arâ€" e tone. “She's growing : and at her time o’ lite not fit to meet trouble. think of her. you know, of yourself: and your poor i! ever he rises 01! his bed out of Ira. Sudan's 1mm“ as .110 IOOKS with a little pityiug he girl’s pale an: mo and then ' and Infill“ and her 6113‘“ dark poking at her. L‘ -n‘! (A m." 'h. yhardtobo in» much, but. in her eyes filled her cheeks 87°" '11 went rs. 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