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Inn hbab sme CO! Jed Plate, All ICIANB :ket, tWS, *N BROS 5PM GLASS, 1‘ HID“ Ay, 1'11 thwart, my quite-too- ‘ Joyce and demolish her tsandplans if I haveto ruinmyâ€" Mademoiselle Gautier meets a.“ Dormer, a. pallid, red-eyed,wo poor old lady Wandering ' 5st about the house, carrying ‘- spectacle-case and her knitting 3w": in her hands, and occasional- ‘ searching for both those erticles. .- some one reminds her that she is mu possession of them. She is en excellent subject for the '00 of Isabelle's new role, in " She is anxious to be perfect: ' film. after a. little Soothing end thizing, the poor old lady out all her griefs and fears '06, Isabelle comtorts her with ~ sweetly wise and pious talk Kiss Dormer says afterwuds '- some enthusiasm that she al- - thought “dear mn’m'selle" had Mindful mi-end.” but now she In of it! hnwhue Yolnnde is being com- '- in another fashion by Ltd! â€" th, who is sorrowmlly kind Mtle and friendly es Yolsnde Um seen her before: and she herself vaguely wondering if it 5‘ Possible that she has not ' the Countess for a. very long ‘ she is not an old acquaint- ' Ind a. trsuted friendâ€"she seems ' loitalk to her so freely and con- in her so fully. Tn“ you and your husband are 1 -, monciled â€" Quite good friends, 7" she asks earnestly for the or third time. “There are no 1 “~- ndings. no divisions now 1 ' YOU, you are quite sure?" ‘4 ‘ “An aristocratic adventuressâ€" aha is nothing betterâ€"angling for a. married man’s coronet!” the vir- tuous Isabelle mutters, setting her teeth close. “A false, treacherous flirt, an avaricious sordid creature. for all her blue eyes and yellow hair and patrician graces!‘ I'll thwart her schemesâ€"winding my lord the Earl round her little finger as e is doing lately, and worming her ay into the Countess’s kindnws d forgiveness, because ,she knows days are numbered as well as I We sure that we are reconciled, '57 good friends, at all even ." answers, with a faint 'blush ”timer smile; “but, as I said Lady Pentreath, this loss 01 must make a. great diflerenoe o“ling,” “It w _,1_, u--,,,,,,-A 19m feelings tOWards 83611 11 you are sincerely attached to “her.” poor Maria, Lady Pen? says in her prim formal W83â€" h” ' existeme ”attachments" been very slender ligaments in- We do it!" And in this Christian frame of DLW' ., she is a. little dubious on this last 3*", and temporizes with herself. ."At all events, I am quite deter- ,.-,. that byâ€"and-by I'll‘ perform ‘ ,., . duty scrupulously, and be very ‘table, and very kind and gen- ' , and all that. sort of thing,a.nd ‘" perfectly faultless in word, so the most censorious old maid a flaw in my conduct; and “will be doing good to every one . harm to no one. which is reli- , so far as it goes.” And then she recalls certain ruthless ”a unholy deeds of hers in the past .. thinks of certain ruthless and deeds in the future before he can reach the peaceful “by-and- iv,’ to which she looks forward as a. season of grace and goodness. There k l me several prostrate necks, meta.- )horically speaking. beneath Miss Hover-’3 merciless heels. There is incâ€"the fairest of allâ€"Joyce Mur- u’s-to be trodden under foot “m 5:. W W robe role m0 1" . the virtuous character I am going about ad- : ‘ mugs and awarding rights, [ - the evil and rewarding the Pam? really believe that, when is Comfortably arranged “an every obstacle removed A : “my path. I shall grow quite ‘J It is easy to be pious when gain is going smooth with ; As Bunyon says. 'People like ‘rflnlk with Religion when he goes :his silver slippers.’ Yes." the W young woman murmurs soft.- ” glancing at herself and her tall dismay robed figure in a. full- i -i. mirror in one of the rooms «a “un all my heart, and 3M the air he breathes, and Wind under his feet!” 35. hush?” the Countess says. '3 shocked, but putting her Wenately on Yolande’s lov'e "My dear child. you must any human creature -â€" 9. Wu mortal like yourself . §In1ul fashion. You must %,;Lady Pentreath» goes “"mg the hackneyed warnâ€" :{h'mg IOVcrs, “that he has “ion Will find out that" he attachec Sighjng wearil‘giv. "I hope “mimic to reward your “M m the same ,z'nanâ€" g3 Yourself make no diflerence 3'0 and more. And I 'er11' a hypocrite either It, is only a. careful certain forms, so far Ed to him, at all s on one side if it a” Yolande replies, tter passionateness. all my heart, and he breathes, and I, Yolande retorts Shouldn’t love him the Countess says, been so cruel to a” Y. but weak). the rooms tainly study k’ w â€"â€"_-.__V "Will you tell Isabelle I am going. dear? And toâ€"morrow evening Cap- tain Glynne will dine with me, Yo- landa. I have some business mat- ters to talk over with him, and than after dinner â€"- about nine o'clock -â€" I will Whimronndwith mm and “I cannot say what I do not think.” she answers unwillingly, the long-smothered fire in her bosom bursting into a flame at this gues- tioning. "I was jealous of my hus- band and Miss Murray, and I had cause â€" I had!. She made me under tortures. He says I need never be jealous again; but I should be if I saw him with Joyce Murray. I hate the very sound of her name â€" it seems to spell ‘fiend!’ I think her a false, cruel, selfish woman who throw away his love when she might have had it honestly, and then tried to rob me of it. I shall never forget what I sufl’ered through her; and she knew I suffered, and enjoyed my misery. I am sorry if you like her, Lady Pent- reath. 'I look on her as the curse of my life.” “Hush, childâ€"hush!” the Countess says hoarsely, wiping her brow, and Yolanda sees that the delicate cam- bric is wet when she removes it. “Youâ€"you are exaggerating, I hope. I thought Joyce Murray Was only a‘ little thoughtless. And of late she has seemed quite differentâ€"kind and considerate, and most prudent and maidenly in her language and conâ€" duct - quite diflerent. And I do not want to think it is all assumed for her own purposes. I could not think without great pain that my mother's sister's child would be a trajtress to me!" Her last words die away in a hoarse sob, and she covers her face. "Give me something to drink. please. 'And when Yolande comes back. with a glass of claret and seltzer, Lady Pentreath's sad pallid‘face is as comâ€" posed as usual_._ ~ â€" - ‘I T __.. ..-:_- ”Della. will come beck to you." Lady Pentreeth eaye Quickly. “But you ere not jeeJoue of your husband. Yelende? You have no real reason to be. you know. You would not ec- cuee Joyce Murray of enything eo cruel, eo base, as e. deliberate et- tempt to win enother women'e hue- bend? Answer me. Yolandei" Her sunken eyes are gleaming. her breathing is guick and labored. her pinched haggerd ieaturee ere eherp- ened with intense ieeling, end Yo- lande wonders vaguely how it is that she never knew Lady Pentreeth cared eo much for her Pretty young cousin Joyce Horny.‘ “No." Yolanda replies slowly. "Thu ls. I will try, Lady Pent- rcuth, that there shall not. be it Dal- lu come. back to me." I may â€" the separation between you and your husband. Yolande, for one thing. But you have reassured me on that point. There is to be no more separation or misunderstand- in or jealousy between you two, is there, dear?" “The disease had not developed it- self at 0.11 then, Yolande. It has late- ly advanced very rapidly. There is only one chance for me â€" an oper- ation; but they do not know yet if they can perform it. The doctors have told me so plainly. It was very good of them to speak so candidly to me. I have no hope for myself; I hnve made arrangementsâ€"settled my low worldly afiairs. Why do you cry. dear? I am rather glad than otherwise," the Countess says mild- ly. “I am looking forward with hap- piness to the better life beyond. in the world that sets this one right. And, speaking of that, there are a. few things I want to set right while Lady Pentreath shakes her head and answers quite quietly and cheer- fully-â€" no worse than when I saw you first, are you ” An idea. flits through her mind that it is only an outcome of the poor Countess's hypochondria, tlns dreary belief. "Oh, don't say that! You are not so very ill, are you?" Yolande ex- claims, with e. terrified shamed feel- ing of being cruelly selfish and unob- servant of the sorrows and sufl'er- ings of those around her, and with a. horrible selfish gladness, which is thrilling her through, that what she loves and prizes â€" the centre of the universe to her â€"- is safe from death. has vitality and youth and strength, hers to have and to hold close‘ to her heart for many a. day. "Dear Lady Pentreath," she adds â€" and she is so sorry and ashamed and frightened and excited that she can- not keep from weeping â€" “you are "Lady Pentreath," é'olande asks, with startled questioning was. “why do you speak like that?" "Why?" Lady Pcntreath repeats. with a faint smile. “Because it is true, and time is‘ nearly over for me, Yolanda, and eternity very near. I believe." “You may," Lady Pentreath says gmwly. “And when one comes to the end. Yolande, as I have, it does- n’t seem much to look back on, after all. Time and its wow and joys seem trifing things beside eternity." Yolanda shudders at the dreary summary. “1 hope I shall not live to suffer all that.” she remarks. "Oh. no!" Lady Pentreath says gravely. "You must live with a man. and bear With him. and endure him. and suffer through him, and weep bitter tears on account of him, and spend sleepless nights. and be patient under neglect, and smile whe patient under neglect. and smile when your heart is sore with jeal- ousy, and forgive him selfishness and cruelty. and live in friendship with him through all and everything. and bring children into the world only to see them die and leave you alone to look at their graves before you know that your heart is crushed out of all capacity for joy or tenderness.” "I think mine Was crushed before I started at all!" Yolanda min. with} a. half convulsin laugh. ~ "It is a had M." aha cdntinues, with a {mwsy look in her sunken eyes. and in u lot. dreary voice.” it speaking to horse", "when' one starts in married lilo with too fond and tender a heart: You are lumto get it crushed.” ' youth and hop; Ion 111- her blood. she ever dreamed of Lyilplr Glynn. ”reciprocating” um- eflection‘: ' 1 “We can do no more, Isabelle," the Countws repeats wonrfly. as the carriage rolls homeward. “I am very much disappointed. I wished so much to see Dallas Glynne again! His poor little wile. too! You must go over to Rnfland Gardens after dinner, Isabelle. i! he does not come, and explain the flaky_ to uvb wmv: “M“ V '1' her. Poor chiidul" treat; an sadly. She inclines her head slightly - the Countess has already moved onâ€" and they both sweep out to their carriage again. leaving Mr. Davison gazinghnfter them and gnawing his moustache recklessly, to the great detriment of the shining brown cos- metique with which it is dyed and glossed. "I’ve a dashed good mind to pitch my Lady Countess's card into the fire, and say nothing about either it or her message!" he muttcrs sav- agely. "I will too if that stuckâ€" up beggar, my Lord Dallas. cuts up rough with me the next time he shows up here! His chit of a Indy- wife and his counts-es and dnchessesl I dor.’t are 0. fig for the whole bilin’ of 'elnl" ”No," agrees Isabelle, watching Mr. Davison very keenly. “If you will please give Captain Glynne Lady Pentreath’s card and message. that will be all.” "I have left my card," the Coun- tess says briefly, looking at her companion, and not at Mr. Davison. "We can do no more now Isabelle.” ”No," agrees Isabelle, watching ”Captain Glynne left no addrea. madam," Mr. Davison answers sour- ly, seeing that neither his bows nor smiles nor his personal appearance produce any efiect on these (rigid members of the British u-istocrxtcy. “He will call for letters doubtless either to-day or toâ€"morrow; and. if you or Lady Pentreath have a letter or message, it shall be de- livered to him instantly." "And his present addreu please " the younger lady uh. with a. flash of her eyes, opening ha silver cud- case and taking out. the pencil. ”Well, than was some little mis- undorutnnding." Hr. Dnvioon any: fnwnlngly. “about n very trifling mutterâ€"m be put to rights in n momentâ€"but Dallasâ€"Mr. Dnllu -- Cnptnin Glynne, I nannâ€"wu very much displeased-n. moat trifling cause. I assure your lndyahip"â€"very confidentially to Lady Pontrcnth â€" "nnd lelt hora lut night or this morning?” "Has Captain Glynn. left tho ho- telâ€"left his uituttion here?" the un- perloun luly interrupt.- qua. “I really can’t say. mdun.” he answers mdemoilello. “I an very sorry indéod.” "Maybe s counteu’e sister or daughter. or a. ducheu. for 0.11 I can tell." Mr. Duvison thinks uneasily. "Well. I guess I can talk to my female swell of them 0.1!." "Where has Captain Glynne gone?" interrupts the younger and haught- ier and more elegant. lady very im- periously. “I regret very much to have to tell your ladyship that I do not know when to expect Mr. Glynne back," he says reluctantly, wishing heartily that he could concoct any likely falsehood which would detain the Countess of Pentreath in friend- ly conversation with him for a. while longer. "The moment he comes back I will of course give him your ladyship'a card; and any message your ladyship may intrust me with shallâ€"" Mr. Davison reads. "The Countess of Pentreath," and bows until he shows the top of his head and its thick moist-looking black hair. "When do you expect him back?" Lady Pentreath asks curtly. She is feeling very ill to-day, and, besides, being a. gentlewoman, every instinct makes Mr. Davison repellent to her. “My card case, Isabelle! Will you please give him that the moment he returns, and say I am waiting to lee him? "Mr. Dallas, madam?” he says. dividing his bow equally between Lady Pentrenth and mademoiselle; but, shrewdly guessing that the plainerâ€"looking lady is the grander of the two, he bows again to her. "Or Mr. Glynne, I belieVe I should say? I regret to say, madam, Mr. Glynne is not. in the hotel at present.” ”Dash the fellow! Half the Brit- ish peerage will come inquiring for him!" he says, inwardly savage with petty spite, outward showing his teeth through his big black. glossy moustache, and smiling. A tall, vulgar. showy handsome man, exceedingly well dressed. and with fine small diamonds flashing on his white fat fingers, comes forward bowing and smiling. Through the glass panels of the door he sees the carriage and bays, and see- an 8311': Coronet. shining in the sun. "Mr. Dallas, madam?" the hall- porter repeats, bowing, but looking confounded; and, stepping back to- wards the office, he says in an under- tone, ”.Mr Davison!" Early on the following afternoon Lady Pentreath’s carriage draws up before the Baltimore Hotel, and the boyâ€"in-buttons runs out, and the commissionajre opens the door. and the hall-porter stands at ”attention" as two ladies descend and enter the hotel â€" two tall stately ladies. the younger the richer dressed and {at more elegant of the tWO -- and in- quire for “.Mr Dallas." "This way!" she and crying together. you?" And Yolanda clasps both her soft. hands around poor Lady Pent- reath’s thin skeleton-like figure and kisses her warmly. “I do not know,” the Countess on- nwers in the same patient mild tone she has used before. "But I will say KOOd-byc to you both toâ€"morrow evening. in case I do not see. you again, Yolanda," With motherly gen- tleness she puts her arm around the girl-wife's slim lissom form. "HOW are you going to receive him, Yo- lande, when I bring him back to ”may; sumo-m ‘0 30' boat W" 'Mflo‘ W? Yoland- m pants, with : joyou- qulvat in bar voice. cheek: and lips and eyes .1!“ aglow.wlth gladness. “Will yoli roul- ly? How good of you to befriend me so now. Lady Putt-oath! But. are you going back to Wald so soon?" CHAPTER XXXVII. Pen- “Slu is count- repliw, laughing One week later Lady Pentreath has hidden Yolanda "a. last farewell." as she banal! says, and gone back to Wales to die. Tho doctors can do nothing for her; they tell her so in effect. though they still allude to “remedial measure” and to "keep my unis " And Doctor Suthely Smith in to “run down” to . Pent- math Planck; the course otthe next month: But tho truth remun- the question more. '"l‘hank you. Good morning." he mvs quietly. in u low voice. and man goes away without. u word or I. "She repented of her generosity; or perhaps my mother talked her out n! it!" he thinks. letting his lips hard lest he should betray him-on by a word or a sigh. Dallas doe. not answer this quee- tion either, being almost speechless {tom the shock of his cruel diap- pointment. "Yes; did you expect more?" Devi- eon asks, with ineolent amusement in his subtle eyes. He cannot keep the tone of shu'p pain out of his voice. He does not know that his enemy is waiting to hear it. and is gloating over it and the look of blank dismay that b in his eyes; for a. dagger seems to qui- ver in his breast st the sight of those letters. 11. knows the writ- ing of all threeâ€"one is from n man who odes him money and pays him in apologies. the others ere from noâ€" qusintnnces sbout an appointment to dine at the Exhibition. Not on. line from his wile Yolsnde! "l‘hank you," Dallas ny- quietly. taking the letters and ignoring Ir. Damon's questions. “Those an all?" throo letters. "'nmro you m." In uyn graciously. “What's wrong with your legâ€"hurt it?" "All right!" the mam tn the inner omoe responds coolly; 3nd. walking out presently. with s p. conning mile. ho had. DQ115- "Thai m :11 alt-dd of that: 11v. through this vuln: bully.” Ddlu thinks, with bitter contempt. "Hr. nginon has your latte", Mr. Dunn.” Mush ropuu. lacing with u nun-10d uneuy lock to the inner once ad avoiding Captain Glym’l oyu. “.Mr Ddlu has called for his man. Ir. ngioon." he am. wanting in m. haul and s queer dubious moo. It in five days later than the dug on which he has left. hi. situation u. a. row hours' notice. in conooqmnco of tho unbounblo imlonco o! Dnvi- son. the manager, when Capt-1n Glynn, pd. and m. [on {ably out. at a ab and ump- Into the how ome- with the dd o! h!- met. ”A” letter- ior mo. Hr. ho uh briefly but. civilly. ”And I guess I don't mt he will call here again," adds the men- agar. with disagreeable significance. and some greasy mudâ€"out of a sit- uation, homeless, friendless, and with six pounds in the world be- tween him and destitution. And the next day comes, and the next and the next. but no message or letter from Dallas Glynne reaches any one. Hie poor young wife has written twice to himâ€"tender end beseechinz letters, begging even for his address Lady Pentreath has written. and finally mademoiselle has called at the hotel. But Mr. Devison only iniorms her curtly that all letter. addressed to Captain Glynne are lying there waiting for him. but he has never called or sent for them. 24135! 1 hp" fiqg twq ,ngs. In:- on a small iron bedstead, fronting a narrow painted wooden washstand, Dallas Glynne is lying, ill and {ever- ish in mind and body, moaning with pain and vexation of spirit, am un- willing prisoner in this cheerful apartment twelve feet by ten. with nothing to look at but “The com- plete bed-room suite for five guineas as advertised.” nothing to think of but his own miserable condition â€" lying here helpless from a badly- sprained ankle, for which he has to thank a hasty omnibus-conductor It is oertain!y much nicer than Cap; Glynne's present apartmentâ€" 9. dingy “tidy" room. a. second-pair back in a. "decent." street near Theo- baJd’s Roadâ€"a street the aspect of which is suggestive of a, model con- vict prison in the vicinityâ€" when. \ There are pretty candle-shades to ‘be fitted on the mantel-shelf can- dlesâ€"yellow shades with purple pan- sics; and Yolanda wonders anxiâ€" ously whether Dallas will like yellow candles or plain white sperm. And on the cabinet she puts two velvet- covered easel-frames holding two large handsome photographsâ€"one of Dallas, and one of herself. They have never been taken together. and this one of Dallas taken in uniform, in its crimson plush frame, has been her most precious earthly possession next to her wedding-ring. Her own oicture she tam away twice and replaces twice. but at last, with many misgivings. decides to leave it. As she stands at the door {x r a final glance at the dainty apart- ment all delicate pink chintz and white lace. embroidered linonsnuwy fur rugs. and crimson carpeting. she tells herself that Dallas can not help being pleased with his room. It looks charming, and it is sun: to be much nicer than any room Dallas has oe- cupied lately. chn at the Baltimore Hotel. She has use his room prepared for him. and has stolen in herself after the homeland has gone. to put fresh roads in the dellcate pink speci- men-glasses that stand here and there. to an the massive cutâ€"glass toilet-bottles with perfume, and to place some of his favorite poets' and novelists' works on the writing table and cabinet-shelves. She ar- ranges and re-arrangw the draperies everywhere. so that the golden af- ternoon sunshine shall only gleam and sparkle softly on the furniture and ornaments, and changes the doiâ€" lies and antimacassars for a set worked by her own hands in daint- iest silk crewel embroideries. She is ooéqt‘ng the nounâ€"nay. the ‘very minutes she has turned into t gigantic sum, from which she joytuuy whomwts every tan that mg the noun cant-he as him. I suppose!" CHAPTER XXXVIII. ‘mt is not gut» true. my dear," ah. any! gnvoly. "Thu 11!. would not content u: unbmoun. 01m wo- man 11b you." And "cautious. clam" lflu Glov- 8h. miles u little a she speak: again. c cold weary smile. but placa- htr hand kindly on Isabella's he“! ushemuchainslowchur with ha- m um. Thur. ll again that cur-tom mean- “lane. on the part 0! Lady Pont- th which disturbs Isabelle so. It u I! ah- .uessed the secret. yearn- ol Bella. Glover’s worldly soul, 5 ‘3 E “i wmh I was only one-hull ma " ma you. Lady l’ontrenth!" silo _"\ hastily. with u convulsive . .wh. tho d(¢‘p color hiding utterly n : i won her very lips. '. 1- Countess mukeu no reply (or mud minutes. She lies on Mr ~ vl' “wing at lmhclle. who trips in .m to seem utwrly unconscious of . w'th the ammo grave surpriscl ‘\‘. Amy in her (wot. '..»u must look to o hr higher ‘. :ulurd of good” than mine." -» :2’l_\‘5i presently, in g cold reprov- 1‘:(‘”Agd lsubqlle, more will "X.“cctcd oi you. you have ten . .:._~' to my one. I am afraid I hidden mine in a. napkin f0. :‘5' in. day; but what are you do- ing with yours? You have been a ‘ i.:3mful friend and companion to me, ‘ ! know. and I am grateful to you for it. Whatever were the motives that prompted you to devote your time and thoughts to me â€" whether from 'a. sense of duty merely. or kind- ness 0! heart. or ambition â€" you hmc been both kind and faithtul in vour services. sad I will try to re- ward you when I an gone. Would youlikotoknowwhatlhnu bo- unsound to you. We. or would your.” woltnntflmywm I. read. other an tonal-d?" "I don’t wont to know mi obout it.“ Inbou- unm. bursting into “an and 90be ugitoudly. for ch. in both «honed and fright- mll. 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Handled: hu’e received dishe- ho-u Int-the I. “ 1W when of mine and thanks. Iggy-9': in!» all mug papers-.1030 .9: e be at A Handmnc' Decor- w:--! (1!!! Ht‘l‘ nl.‘ nl‘ \‘r u AID I be graciously received. I! I had -d to oomlort others. I should 1: been comforted myself. I! I had d to satisfy the amicted soul, :t would have urinen on the dark- .-: of my lonely path. You must lu-ttcr than I. Isabelle." What do you mean. Lady Pent- rh'.‘" lsuluelle asks in a. startled m. crimsonlng all over the face. You must do better with your v and opportunities. and take -; ing by my wasted life.” the .ulcas replica slowly and gravely. sing nt her with surprise and may. sue says. mscussmg net 71:01: Jeweller. Ontario Bank M Nu Better C. H ughan, Place in Linden. to chaee anything in theJewellry cthfinnat 0. H We are showing an elegantline of Brooch- eeandGemRingswhichyou should see. Prices away down. We will also sell a limited number of Ladiee’ Gold Filled Waltham Watches for the exceedingly low price of $11.!!! Ladiee’ Solid Silver Watches 83 up. Bring gong your Watch and Jewellery repairing. Issuer of Marriage Licenses It in 'mm in a. gun-'1 nuan- Glovor. even in tho course I have nothing to do‘ - than m for tho next Countess of Pen.- mth" .. with o. faint. unit. M qniuu cud die- on he: pd. up... "but I” own diamonds -â€" tho .fi rim and pendants and rings Cd Mm -â€" I have given than to Joan Hm." "I have put Mrs. Brett Ind com o! the old manta down for null mutant,” an Counta- go- o "and I have endowod s mph :5 hospital beds. and given anew III- droda to 30m. local churitiu; all thnt in 0.11. Isabelle. except. my a.- d month. Wita the family knell "Oh, my dear Lady Pentrenth. 110‘ good you are to me -â€" how genero- nnd good!" Isabelle exclaims, hov- ing indeed a. hard struggle to km from crying again. For the begun. ta a surprise, and a most pleasant one. At the most she had not hoped for more than two or three th or a. hundred pounds annuity. 436 the jewels and the lace -v m. th‘ at worth hundreds moral "And to you, Isabelle," m Pentreath continues, "I he.“ all. left twelve thousand pounds, and um dresses and tow ornaments, and m Brusseln lam. Lord Pmtreath, undo our marriage-settlement, inherits th- rest of my fortune." “Uoodness me!" Miss Glow thinks, "I have repaid Yolanda N! for that friadly greeting she n" ma gt. Pontreath. I vowed I woul‘ do her a. good turn {or showing tho: Murray woman and hot alight. how she regarded me. But I didn’t think I Was going to reward hot I. splendidly. What. a. met-one croo- ture I am! I shall certainly (to. quite pious in the long run.“ “In. ’you did," the (Sound agrees. looking plea“: "and I thought it. was kind at you. a I know you did not like Dalian Glynn. Well. Isabelle. I hon left. him tm thousand pounds. the [amt d which will give him Just chant m hundred a year. the sum be to do» prived 01 under the lat. Eu!" Tho principal is to be difl she say- with an humble lance-at look of lngniry: "and I said I thought that was .0 good sad 3.- erouo 0! you." she goes on. smiling sweetly. .- 11 the had not o hem-l thought on oath. "I dare uy It won tho loos of money thut helped to oopnroto them; and I think Dd].- Ulynno has been tolenhly well pun- iuhod by twolvo month- ol had work and poverty. And lo I odd to you. when you ukod my odvlcta chm Common. thot I thought It would be good thing to try b bring than tthu- “do. and an poor Yolwdo tron breaking h. um. dragging out a lonely Inlan- able llle. tho clove of Lady lion'- worldllnou and toll-hue...” amongst his children, or to NM ‘0 Yul-dude after his death. ' ”No," Isabelle thinks; “it ho wort. I shouldn’t be provided for. H3 Lord Lyulph would go down on his kneestohhwifeifhothought h- could coax he! to leave him all has money. I m'n’t pretend I know anything wont her will, no mutt. how ho cross-questions mo. Pu ‘ beta!” "'You told no you mount. to ban.- fit, poor Captain Glynn. aid kit '1” in come way. deu' Lady Puma."- _ _ A you. as i told you before, when I informed you that. I had provided to: you in my will. Lord Putt-oath in not cram of the term of rmy will." so nun." "I will tell you that division I have made of what I luv. to 10“.. Isgbello," the Countess continua. “md I speak in strict confidence to (Continua! on Pan- *3) . ur av”. Ilia-was. $5.12” Imam-5.2a. nu:- of six that will ‘ wear 1‘]!!! "I“ a I am. Including To. M m-r Dishfinnrno'l (ku- cher. Plate: Cu gm .._!ull gize for “tn-ll, .0,