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“Glad to see you back again, Julie,” he said, ignoring her mother’s out- stretched hand and beaming smile of welcome. “Going to be a hot day, I think. You must get out in the hay- field. -0rder what breakfast you lease, Da Souza,” he continued on is way to the door; “you must be hungryâ€"after such an early start!" Mrs. Da Souza sat down heavily and rang the bell. other.” “Oh, that’s it, is 1t "” Miss Montres- sor remarked, with a toss of her head. “W"‘L) on and your wife and your lit- tle chit of a da aghter are welcome to him so far as we are concerned, aren’t they Flossie. 9” ,, _ “Hex-é we are, my friend,” he re- marked. “The ladles are anxwus to wxgh you good momlng.f’_ Trent faced them with a sudden gesture. of impatience. He seemed on the point of an angry exclamation, when his eyes met Julie Da Souza’s. He held his breath for a moment and was silent. Her face was scarlet with shame, and her lips were trembling. For her sake Trent restrained himself. “'Well, I should say so,” agreed the young lady, who rather affected Americanisms. “Same here," echoed Miss Montres- nor, heartily. “We ain't used to as. sociate with such as him!” “Hiram!” Mr. Da Souza raised his hat and bowed; the ladies were tolerably gra- cious and the fly drove off. Where- upon Mr. Da Souza followed his wife and daughter along the drive and caught them up upon the doorstep. With mingled feelings of apprehen- sion and elation he ushered them into the morning-room Where Trent was standing looking out of the window with his hands behind him. At their entrance he did not at once turn round. Mr. Da Souza coughed apolo- getically. Da Souza stroked his little imperial, and__winked solemnly: “You are young ladies of spirit,” he declared. “Now " “Hiram!” “I am coming, my dear,” he called over his shoulder. “One word more, my charming young friends! No. 7, Racket’s Court, City, is my address. Look in sometimes when you’re that day, and we’ll have a bit of lunch toâ€" gether, and just at present take my advice. Get back to London and write him from there. He is not in a gooihumor at present? “Right along,” answered the young lady, “I’m with you, but as to writing Mr. Trent, you can tell him from me, Mr. Da Souza, that we want to have nothing more to do with him. A fel- low that' can treat ladies as he has treated us is no gentleman. You can tell him that. He’s an ignorant, com- gnonfellow, and for my part I despise “We are much obliged, Mr. Da Souza,” the young lady answered loftily. “As we have engagements in London this afternoon, we may as well go nowâ€"eh, Flossie ?:’ hast} id’wh‘ié‘h‘fié had ‘ierii‘é’d’ that they were welcome to sit there until‘ doomsday so long as they remained outside his gates. Mr. Da Souza lin? gered for a moment and laid his fin- ger upon his nose. “It ain't no use, my whispered confidentially. ly got the hump. dea rs,” he me and him being old friendsâ€"youj “He’s fair-. Between you and; me he'd give a bit not to have us, but? The child, she was very little more, broke out at last in speech. passion- ately, yet with a miserable fore- knowledge of the inefi'ectiveness of anything she might say. “It is horrible,” she cried, “it is maddening! Why do we do it? Are we paupers or adventurers? Oh, let me go away! I am ashamed to stay in this house!” Her father, his thumbs in the arm- see, we know a bit about one an- { holes of his waistgoat and his legs far It is probable that Mrs. Da Souza, excellent wife and mother though she had proved herself to be, had never admired her husband more than when, followed by the malevolent glances of Miss Montressor and her friend, she, With her daughter and Da Souza, re- entered the gates of the Lodge. The young ladies had announced their in- tention of sitting in the fly until they were allowed speech with their late host; to which he had replied that they were welcome to sit there until doomsday so long as they remained outside his gates; Mr. Da Souza lin- gered for a moment and laid his fin- ‘gergupon his nose. H 9) THE GOLDEN KEY Or "The Adventures of ledgard." By the Author of “What He Cost Her." CHAPTER XIII. “This Mr. Trent, he asked us here, but it is plain that our company is not pleasant to him. He does his “Most women, Hiramâ€"not me! Do I ever seek to know your secrets? But this timeâ€"yes, it would be wiser to tell me a little!” “Well?" “But the time has come!” Da Souza exclaimed. “It is here now, and Julie is sulky. She will have red eyes and she is not gay! She will not attract him. You must speak with her, my _dea_1r:" “I will go nowâ€"this instant,” she answered, rising. “But, Hiram, there is one thing I would much like to know!” That estimable lady shook her head with a placid smile. “Julie is so sensi- tive,” she muttered, “but she is not disobedient. When the time comes I can make her mind." “Sh'all you have trouble with her, my dear?” he asked his wife anggiously. _ Mrs. Da Souza, with a smile which was meant to be arch, had something to say, but the arrival of breakfast broke.up for a while the conversa- tion. Her husband, whom Nature had blessed with a hearty appetite at all times, was this morning after his triumph almost disposed to be bois- terous. He praised the cooking, chaf- fed the servants to their infinite dis- gust, and continually urged his wife and daughter to keep pace with him in his onslaught upon the various dishes which were placed before him. Before the meal was over Julie had escaped from the table crying softl'y. Mr. Da Souza’s face darkened as he looked up at the sound of her move- ment, only to see her skirt vanishing through, the door. apart. looked at her in blank and speechless amazement; her mother, with more consideration but equal lack of sympathy, patted her gently on the back of her hand. “Silly Julie," she murmured, “what is there that is horrible, little one?” The dark eyes blazed with scorn, the delicately curved lips shook. “Why, the way we thrust ourselves upon this man is horrible!” she cried. “Can you not see that we are not wel- come, that he wishes us gone?” Da Souza smiled in a superior man- ner; the smile of a man who if only he would, could explain all things. He patted his daughter on the head with a touch which was meant to be play- fu “My little one,” he said, “you are mistaken. Leave these matters to those who are older and wiser than you. It is but just now that my good friend said to me, ‘Da Souza,’ he say, ‘I will not have you take your little daughter away!’ Oh, we shall see! We shall see!" “I do not believe it,” she sobbed. “He has scarcely looked at me all the time, and I do not want him to. He despises us allâ€"and I don’t blame him. It is horrid!” “He was a little cool,” she remark- ed, “but that was to be expected. Did you observe the notice he took of Julie? Dear child!" , Julie’s tears crept through the fin- gey§ closely pressed over her eyes, Da Souza rubbed his hands and nodded meaningly. The girl, who be- tween the two was miserable enough, sat down with a little sob. Her mo- ther looked at her in amazement. “My, Julie," she exclaimed, “my dear chlld! You see, Hn'am, she IS famt! She is overcome!” “Hand it over.” Da Souza drew a large folding case from his pocket, and after searching through it for several moments pro- duced an envelope. The handwriting was shaky and irregular, and so faint that even in the strong, sweet light of the morning sunshine Trent had difficulty in reading it. He tore it open and drew out a half-sheet of coarse paper. It was a message from the man who for long he had counted dead. “Bekwando. “My dear Trent,â€"I have been drink- ing as usual! Some men see snakes, but I have seen death leering at me from the dark corners of this vile hut, and death is an evil thing to look at when one’s life has been evil as mine has been. Never mind! I have sown and I must reap! But, my friend, a last word with you. ,1 have a notion, and more than‘% notion, that I shall never pass back alive through these pestilential swamps. If you should arrive, as you doubtless will, here is a charge which I lay upon you. That agreement of ours is scarcely a fair one, is it, Trent? When I signed it, I wasn’t quite myself. Never mind! I’ll trust to you to do what’s fair. If the thing turns out a great success, put some sort of a share at any rate to my credit and let my daughter have it. You will find her address from Messrs. Harris and Culsom, solicit- ors, Lincoln’s Inn Fields. You need only ask them for Monty’s daughter and show them this letter. They will understand. I believe you to be a just man, Scarlett Trent, although I know you to be a hard one. Do then as I ask. “Montv.” “Tell Mr. Da Souza. I wish to see him here at once, ” he told the servant and, though the message was a trifle peremptory from a host to his guest, Da Souza had left the room quiet- ly. Trent read the letter through twice and locked it up in his desk. Then he rose and lit a pipe, knocking out the ashes carefully and filling the bowl with dark but fragrant tobacco. Pr'egen_tly_he_rang the bell. “Answer this one, then ” was the gruff reply. “In Buckomari village before we left for England, I was robbed of a letter. I don’t think I need ask you who was the thief.” “Really, Trentâ€"I “Don’ t irritate me; I’m in no humor for anything of that sort. You stole it! I can see why now! Have you got it still?” The Jew shrugged his shoulders. “You sent for me, Trent,” the lat- ter remarked timidly. “I am quite ready to answer any more questions.” “Aneurov- Hnie Ann «Hun. N “n... +1.... Scarlett Trent spent the first part of the morning, to which he had been looking forward so eagerly, alone in his study with locked door to keep out all intruders. He had come face to face with the first serious check in his career, and it had been dealt him, too, by the one man whom, of all his associates, he disliked and despised. In the half-open drawer by his side was the barrel of a loaded revolver. He drew it *out, laid it on the table be- fore him, and regarded it with moody, fascinated eyes. If only it could be safely done, if only for one moment he could find himself face to face with Da Souza in Bekwando village, where human life was cheap and the slaying of a man an incident scarcely worth noting in the day’s events! The thing was easy enough thereâ€"here it was too risky! He thrust the weapon back into the drawer with a sigh of regret, just as Da Souza himself appeared upon the scene. She rose and imprinted a solemn kiss upon his forehead. There was something sacramental about the de- liberate caress. “Hiram,” she said, “you are 21 won- derful man!" best to get rid of usâ€"he succeedsâ€"he plans that we shall not return. You see him alone and all that is altered. .Iiis little_ s_che_r_ne has been in vain. We remain! He does not look at our Julie. He speaks of marriage with contempt. Yet you say he will marry herâ€"he, a millionaire! What does it mean, Hiram?” “The man, he is in my power,” Da Souza says in a ponderous and stealthy whisper. “I know some- thing.” “Yes H CHAPTER XIV. ONTAREO ARCHIVES Get the original Refinery Sealed Packages, cartons 2 or Bags 10, 20, 25 and 100 lbs. each. HAS LONG SINCE PASSED THE "EXPERIMENTAL STAGE ST. LAWRENCE SUGAR “Monty.” ST. LAWRENCE SUGAR REFINERIFS. LIMITED, MONTREAL. Da Souza made off with amazing celerity. Trent drew a short, quick breath. There was a great deal of the wild beast left in him still. At that moment the desire to kill was hot in his blood. His eyes glared as he walked up and down the room. The years of civilization seemed to have become as nothing. The veneer of the City speculator had fallen away. He was once more as he had been in those wilder days when men made their own laws, and a man’s hold upon life was a slighter thing than his thirst for gold. As such, he found the atmosphere of the little room choking him, he drew open the French windows of his little study and strode out into the perfumed and sunlit morning. As such, he found himself face to face unexpectedly and with- out warning with the girl whom he had discovered sketching in the shrub- bery the day before. __ “You think I dare not breathe a word for my own sake,” he continued. “There is reason in that, but I have other monies. I am rich enough with- out my sixth share of that Bekwando Land and Mining Company which you and the Syndicate are going to bring out. But then, I am not a fool! I have no wish to throw away money. Now I propose to you therefore a friendly settlement. My daughter Julie is very charming. You admire her, I am sure. You shall marry her, and then we will all be one family. Our inter- ests will be the same, and you may be sure that I shall look after them. Co_r_ne! Is that not a friendly offer?” For several minutes Trent smoked furiously, but he did not speak. At the end of that time he took the re- volver once more from the drawer of his writing-table and fingered it. “Da Souza,” he said, “if I had you just for five minutes at Bekwando we would talk together of blackmail, you and I, we would talk of marrying your daughter. We would talk then to some purposeâ€"you hound! Get out of the room as fast as your legs will carry you. This revolver is loaded, and I’r_n not quite mgstexj of myself!” The breath came through Trent’s lips with a little hiss and his eyes were flashing with a dull fire. But Da Souza held his ground. He had nerv- ed himself up to this and he meant going through with it. “Who will believe it ?” Da Souza asked, with a sneer. “They will say that it is but one more of the faiiy tales of this wondeiful Mr. Scarlett Trent.” what was not yours to sell!” “I kept you away, ” Trent said scornfulply, “because I was dealing xx 1th men who would not have touched the thing if they had known that you were in it!” “My friend,” he said, “you are out of temper, and that is a bad thing. Now listen to me! You are in my quer. I have only to go into the City to-morrow and breathe here and there a word about a certain old gen- tleman who shall be nameless, and you would be a ruined man in something less than an hour; added to this, my friend, you would most certainly be arrested for conspiracy and fraud. That Syndicate of yours was a very smart stroke of business, no doubt, and it was clever of you to keep me in ignorance of it, but as things have turned out now, that will be your con- demnation. They will say, why did you keep me in ignorance of this move, and the answerâ€"why, it is very clear! I knew you were selling what was not yours to §e11!_” “You are my guest by your own in- vitation, ” Trent answered roughly, “and if you don’t like my manners you can turn out. I may have to endure you in the house till I have made up my mind how to get rid of you, but I want as little of your company as po§sibie. Do you hear?” . “My dear Trent,” he said, “I do not like the way you address me, or your manners towards me. You speak as lhough I were a servant. I do not like It at all, and it is not fair. I am your guiegt, am I not?” Da Souza did hear it, and the worm turned. He sat down in the most comfortable easy-chair, and address- edil‘mnt directly. Da Souza promptly appeared sauve and cheerful. “Shut the door,” Trent said shortly. Da Souza obeyed with unabashed amiability. Trent watched him with something like disgust. Da Souza caught the look, and felt compelled to Protest. (To be continued.) FOR PRESER VIN G It is well worth your while to ask for St. Lawrence Extra Granulated, and to make sure that you obtain it. St. Lawrence is not a new or untried sugar, in an experimental stage, but a sugar which has a reputation behind it â€" a sugar which under the severest and most critical tests, shows a sugar purity of 99.99 per cent, as per Government analysis. For successful jams and preserves you can always absolutely depend upon St. Lawrence Sugar as its quality never varies. Remember, the slightest foreign matter or impurity in sugar will prevent your jellies from setting and cause your preserves to become sour or ferment. A dejected, sallow, friendless-look- ing, low-spirited man walked into the grocery store: “I want some clothesline,” he said. “Whatcher yant it for?” asked the man behind the counter. “She is, heh?” said the shopkeeper, giving his customer the once over from head to foot. “Well, you go “To hang clothes onâ€"the old lady's washing to-day.” That is what Chester was thinking of one day while he was walking along the road just outside the village. He stopped to watch two men who were loading a cart with gravel. When the men had filled the cart, one of them spoke sharply to the horses and they plunged forward; but the rear wheels were deep in the ditch and the horses could not start the heavy load. The driver again called loudly to them, and struck them with his whip. As the willing span strained Several years earlier, Chester had joined the Band of Mercy, and his love for pets and all animals had led him to remain a member when many of the boys of his age had dropped out. Now he was its president, and this was why they had selected him to speak at the dedication of the beauti- ful drinking fountain that had been given to the Village. His pride would not let him evade the task, but how he dreaded it! With the help of his teacher he had prepared a brief ad- dress, and as he said it over and over, he was rather proud of it; but he felt absolutely sure that every word of it would fly from his mind in the panic of the moment. Chester felt ashamed of this weak- ness and tried hard to overcome it, but with poor success. Now he was face to face with something far worse than speaking in school. In only two days more he must stand in the vil- lage square, beside the new drinking fountain, and deliver an address be- fore all the people gathered there. How could he ever do it? Chester’s Speech. Chester Thompson did not like to “speak pieces.” There are few boys who really enjoy declamation in school, but for Chester the day was particularly full of terrors. He was not shy or sensitive among his mates, but when he faced an audience, even though it was made up wholly of those same school friends, he promptly for- got What he had learned, and felt as if he were walking off a high clifi’ into space. A MARVEL OF VALUE '1' E A. SEALED PACKETS ONLYâ€"NEVER IN BULK. A Careful Dealer. Your: Grocer has it- }_ But insist on or W111 get it for you. “SALADA” An Everyday Luxuryâ€" No Dust, Dirt or Stems. The “Hohenzollern Luck” is a plain gold ring, with a black stone, in the possession of the Kaiser. Frederick the Great received it from his father with a note, declaring that so long as it remained in the family the race would prosper. back and tell her to come down here and get it herself. The only way a fellow looking like you do can buy rope from me is on a prescription.” “That is the only way that anyone can speak well in public,” said his teacher; “that is, to have something to say that is worth saying, and to put the whole heart into it."â€"Youth’s Companion. “I knew I could do it after that,” he said. “It wasn’t simply that I found I could forget myself and talk when I had something to say, but it gave a wholly new meaning to the address that you helped me prepare.” Chester said nothing about what had happened until after the dedica- tion exercises at the new fountair. were over. When his teacher, among many others, congratulated him and told him how splendidly he had done he told her briefly about the driver and the fallen horse. again at the tugs, one of them slip- ped and fell on its side. ' Chester and the driver helped the horse to its feet, patted its nose, and removed a little of the load, and then the man drove away with no more loud words or use of the whip. Perhaps the horse was discouraged. Perhaps it was entangled in the har- ness. Anyway, it lay there with quivering sides while the driver leap. ed forward and struck it again with his whip. It was a cruel thing and a foolish thing to do, and the sight was more than Chester could bear ir. silence. Indignation boiled within him, and before he really knew what he was doing, he found himself be- side the angry driver and speaking to him with a great earnestness that caused the man to turn in amaze- ment. Chester could never remember jusl what he said. Fragments of things that he had learned at the Band of Mercy meetings and snatches of his carefully prepared address for the dedication of the drinking fountain mingled with the simple and common- sense plea that he made for kinder treatment for the fallen horse. 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