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She looked into his face with some1 interest. “What an odd thing!” she. remarked. “Why, I should have ‘ thought that to- dav you would have been amiability itself. I read at!: breakfast time that you had accomâ€". plished something more than ordin-I ary wonderful in the City and had madeâ€"I forget how many hundreds of thousands of pounds. When I show-i ed the sketch of your house to my; chief, and told him that you werel. going to let me interview you to-day,‘ I really thought that he would have; raised my salary at once.” _ _ g CHAPTER XV. Probably nothing else in the world could so soon have.transformed Scar- lett Trent from the Gold Coast buc- caneer to the law-abiding tenant of a Surrey villa. Before her full, inquir- ing eyes and calm salute he found himself at once abashed and confused. He raised his hand to his head, only to find that he had come out without a hat. and he certainly appeared, as he stood there, to his worst possible advantage. “You did a little,” she admitted. “Do you usually stride out of your windows like that, reheaded and muttering to yoursel .” “Good'morning, miss,” he stammer-- ed; A“I’m afraid I startled you!” 1 She winced a lit tie at his address, but otherwise her manner was not un- gracwus. “I wasâ€"in a beastly temper,” he ad- mitted. "If I had known who was outsideâ€"«it would have been differ- ent.” “It’s more luck than anything,” he said. "I’ve stood next door to ruin twice. Imay again, though I‘m a minionaire to-day,” She looked at him curiously-«at his ugly tweed suits, his yellow boots, and up into the strong, forceful face with eyes set in deep hollows under the protruding brows, at the heavy jaws giving a certain coarseness to his ex- pression, which his mouth and fore- head. well-shaped though they were, could not altogether dispel. At the same time he looked at her, slim, tall, and elegant, daintily clothed from her shapely shoes to her sailor hat, her brown hair, parted in the middle, escaping a little from its confinement to ripple about her forehead, and show more clearly the delicacy of her complexion. Trent was an ignorant nan on many subjects, on others, his taste seemed always intuitively cor- rect. He knew that this girl belong- ed to a class from which his descent and education had left him far apart, 3 class of which he knew nothing: and with whom he could claim no kinship. She. too, was realizing itâ€"her inter- est in him was, however, none the less deep. He was a type of those pow- ers which toâ€"day hold the world in their hands, make kingdoms tremble, and change the fate of nations. Per- haps he was all the more interesting. to her because by all the ordinary standards of criticism. he would fail to be ranked, in the jargon of her class. as a gentleman. He represent- ed something in flesh and blood which had never seemed more than half real to herâ€"power without education. She liked to consider herselfâ€"being a writer with ambitions who took her- self seriouslyâ€"a student of human nature. Here was a specimen worth impaling, an original being, a creature of a new type such as had never come within the region of her experience. It was worth while ignoring small idio- syncrasies, which might ofl'end, in Er clittle THE GOLDEN KEY Everybodyâ€"- young and dd â€"â€"loves the rich, delicious flavor of Th 8 Canada Starch Co. Limited, Montreal in flavor as “Crown B;and”. Your Grocer has bot/z Brands, in 3, 5, IO and 20 pound [insâ€"or can easily get llzem for you. “LILY WHITE” is a pure White Corn Syrup, not as pronounced Or "The Adveniures of Ledgard." By the Author of “What He Cost Her.” “Go on!” Like many men who talk but seldom he had the gift when he chose to speak of repr oducing his experiences in vivid thou gh unpolished language. He told her of the days when he had worked on the banks of the Congo with the coolies, a slave in everything but name, when the sun had burned the brains of men to madness, and the palm wine had turned them into howl- ing devils. He told her of the na- tives of Bekwando, of the days they had spent amongst them in that squalid hut when their fate hung in the balance day by day, and every shout that went up from the warriors gathered round the house of the king was a cry of death. He spoke of their ultimate success, of the granting of the concession which had laid the foundation of his fortunes, and then of that terrible journey back through the bush, followed by the natives who had already repented of their action, and who dogged their footsteps hour after hour, waiting for them only to sleep or rest to seize upon them, and haul them back to Bekwando, prison- ers for the sacrifice. “I can’t understand," he began, “how people are interested in the stuff which gets into papers nowa- days. If you want horrors though, I can supply you. For one man who succeeds over there, there are a dozen who find it a short cut down into hell. I can tell you if you like of my days of starvation." He led the way across the lawn, and they sat under a cedar tree. He was awkward and ill at ease, but she had tactr enough fox; both. _ u order to annex him. Besides, from a journalistic point of view, the man was more than interestingâ€"he was a veritable treasure. “You are going to ta1k_to me abgut Africa, are you not?” she reminded him. “Couldn’t we sit in the shade somewhere. I 'got quite hot walking from the station.” , “It was only our revolvers which kept them away,” he went on. “I shot eight or nine of them at different times when they came too close, and to hear them wailing over the bodies was one of the most hideous things you can imagine. Why, for months and months afterwards I couldn’t sleep. I’d wake up in the night and fancy that I heard that cursed yelling outside my windowâ€"'ay, even on the steamer at night-time if I was on deck before moonlight, I’d seem to hearwit rising up out of the water. Ugh!" She shuddered. “But you both escaped?” she said. There was a moment’s silence. The shade of the cedar tree was deep and cool, but it brought little relief to Trent. The perspiration stood out on his forehead in great beads, he breath- ed for a moment in little gasps as thonghr stifled. “No,” he answered; “my partner died within a mile or two of the coast. He was very ill when we started, and I pretty well had to carry him the whole of the last day. I did my best for him. I did, indeed, but it was no good. I had to leave him. There was no use sacrificing oneself for a dead man." “Was he an Englishman? asked. He faced the question just as he had faced death years before leering at him, a few feet from the muzzle of a ’revolver. 11She inclined her head sympathetic- a 3:2 “He was an Englishman. The only name we had ever heard him called by was ‘Monty.’ Some said he was a broken down gentleman. I believe he was. ’ She was unconscious of his passion- ate, breathless scrutiny, unconscious utterly of the great wave of relief which swept into his face as he realizâ€" ed that his words were without any special meaning t9 her.” _ A _ “It was veryâ€"sad, indeed,” she said. “If he had lived, he would have shared with you, I suppose, in the conces- sion'Z" ua bouza replaced ms nat upon his Trent nodded. head. "Yes, we were equal partners. We “The cigars, my friend, are excel- had an arrangement by which if one lent. We cannot all smoke the to- died the survivor took the lot. I; bacco of a millionaire, can we, Miss?” didn’t want it, though, I’d rather he The girl, who was making some t)” she “I have given you no idea at all,” he said firmly. “I have told you of a few incidents that is all. You have talked to me as though I were an equal. Listen! you are probably the first lady with whom I have ever spoken. I do not want to deceive you. I never had a scrap of education. My father was a carpenter who drank himself to death, and my mother was a factory girl. I was in the work- house when I was a boy. I have never been to school. I don’t know how to talk properly, but I should be worse even than I am, if I had not had to mix up with a lot of men in the city who had been properly educated. I am utterly and miserably ignorant. I’ve got low tastes and lots of ’em. I was drunk a few nights agoâ€"I’ve done most of the things men who are beasts do. There!“ Now, don’t you want to run away? He had risen to his feet and was standing with his back to the cedar- tree, looking away with fixed eyes to where the sunlight fell upon a distant hillside gorgeous with patches and streaks of yellow gorse and purple heather. Presently she noticed his ab; straction and looked also through the gapgjn the trees: “You have a beautiful view here,” she said. “You are fond of the coun- try, are you not?” , “Very,” he answered. “It is not everyone,” she remarked, “who is able to appreciate it, especial- ly when their lives have been spent as yoursAmust have been.”A “You hav'e given me,” shé said, “a very falr Idea about some part of 1t at any rate.” He 'drew a long breath and looked down at her. “If that is the worst,” she said gently, “I am not at all frightened. You know that it is my profession to write about men and women. I belong to a world of wornout types, and to meet anyone different is quite a lux- uryg’. “I aim very pleased to hear it,” she remarked. “They would be less objectionable to the people round here who might like to come and see you,” she re- marked, “than two unattached ladies.” He looked at her curiously. “I wonder,” he said, “if you have any idethow: my lifie has begn _spent._’: She shook her head, and smiled up at him. She was immensely interestâ€" ed. Z‘The worst!” A sudden fear sent an icy coldness shivering through his veins. His heart seemed to stop beat- ing, his cheeks were blanched. The worst of him. He had not told her that he was a robber, that the found- ation of his fortunes was a lie; that there lived a man who might bring all this great triumph of his shattered and crumbling about his ears. A pas- sionate fear lest she might ever know of these things was born in his heart at that moment, never altogether to leave him. had pulled through. I would, indeed,” he repeated_ with nervous force. “Well,” she remarked after a mo- ment’s pause, “you have surprised me very much. At any rate you are rich enough now to have no more to do with it.” ' He kicked a fir cone savagely away. “If I could,” he said, “I would shut up my office to-morrow, sell out, and live upon a farm. But I’ve got to keep what I’ve made. The more you succeed the more involved you be- come. It’s a sort of slavery.” “Have you no friends,” she asked. “I have never,” he answered, “had a friend in my life.” “You have guests at any rate!” “I sent ’em away last night!” “What, the young lady in blue ?” she asked demurely. “Yes, and the oiher one, too. Pack- ed them clean off, and they’re not coming back eitherl’fl “There’s a man and his wife and daughter here I can‘t get rid of so easily,” he went on gloomily, “but they’ve got tq go.” 7 “May be,” he answered, “yet I’d give a lot; to be rid_Qf them.” “I thought,” she said, “that for those who took part in it, it possessed a fascination stronger than anything else in the world.” He shook his head. “It is an ugly fascination,” he said. “You are in the swim and you must hold your own. You gamble with other men, and when you win you chuckle. All the time you’re whittling your conscience awayâ€"if ever you had any. You’re quite dishonest, and you’re never quite honest. You come out on top, and afterwards you hate yourself.“ It’s a dirty little life!” “I am quite sure of that," she an- swered. “And now tell me something about your career in the City after you came to England. Do you knOW, I have scarcely ever been in what you financiers call the City. In a way it must be interesting. She was unaffectedly surprised. What a speech for a millionaire of yesgerglay! A “You wouldn’t find it so,” he said. “It is not a place for such as you. It is a life of lies and gambling and deâ€" ceit. There are times when I have hated it. I hate it now.” The sound of a footstep close at hand made them both turn their heads. Along the winding path came Da Souza, with an ugly smirk upon his white face, smoking a cigar whose odor seemed to poison the air. Trent turned upon him with a look of thun- der. Da Souza held up the p'alms of his hands. “I was strolling about,” he said “and I saw you through the trees. l did not know that you were so pleas- antly engaged,” he added, with a wave of his hat to the girl, “or I would not have intruded.” ‘ “What do you want here, Da Souza?” he _as_k_ed fie_rcely. Trent kicked open the little iron gate which led into the garden be- yoné: _, Da Souza replaced his hat upon his head. - “Well, get out, and don’t come here again, he said shortly. “There’s plenty of room for you to wander about and poison the air with those abominable cigars ‘of yours without coming here. . 9n ONTAREO ARCHIVES Now, King Alfonso loathes listening to addresses, so as the big man ad- vanced, he handed round the box of candy among the deputation and made the would-be reader take a particular- ly large piece. Of course etiquette forbade him to refuse. As he worked his jaws up and down, his teeth stuck in the candy, and he could no more have read the address than he could have flown into the air! H “You have not told me your name, he reminded her. She laughed lightly. “How very unprofessional of me! I ought to have given you a card! For all you know I may be an imposter, indulging an unpardonable curiosity. “My name is Wendermottâ€"Ernestine Wendermott.” He repeated it after her. “Thank you,” he said. “I am be- ginning to think of some more things which I might have told you.” “Why, I should have to write a no- vel then to get them all in,” she said. “I am sure you have given me all the material I need here. time?” The earnestness of his gaze and the intense anxiety of his tone almost dis- concerted her. He was obviously very much in earnest, and she had found him for from uninteresting, “I am going,” he said abruptly, “to ask you something very strange and, very preAsumptgqusl’i She l'ooâ€"ked at; him in surprise, scarcely understancfing what he could mean. “May I come and see you some “By all means,” she answered pleas- antly, “if you care to. I have a little flat in Culpole Streetâ€"No. 81. You must come and have tea with me one afternoon. “i‘r‘ThaVnk you,” he said simply, with a sigh of_in1me_n_se_ relief.” Then he watched her till she became a speck in the dusty roadâ€"she had re- fused a carriage, and he had tact enough not to press any hospitality upon her._ When the young king arrived, a de- putation of the townsfolk waited on him and presented him with a huge box of the famous candy. At the same time a pompous man stepped forward with a large roll of paper in his hand, which he began to open. It was a loyal address, and evidently a (very long one. V He walked with her to the gate, and they ta_1ked abgut‘ {hodgglen‘dro‘na T‘Ii-iiéjâ€"little girl!” he murmured. “Monty’ 5 little girl.” (To be continued.) An Amusing Story of a Visit the Spanish King Paid. Few of those who recently read in the newspapers that King Alfonso of Spain had celebrated his twenty-ninth birthday remembered that this young monarch has reigned longer than any other European sovereign except the King of Montenegro and the Emperor of Austria. Alfonso was born a king, and has reigned all the twenty-nine years of his life. Pearsn’s Weekly tells an amusing story of a visit he once paid, when he was little more than a boy, to a small Spanish town that is noted for a certain delicious kind of candy that is as sticky as it is palatable. She held out her hand, and the touch of it sent his heart beating with ’ a most unusual emotion. He was aghast at the idea of her imminent departure. He realized that, when! she passed out of his gate, she passed' into a world where she would be hope-I lessly lost to him so he took his cour- age into his hands, and was very bold indeed. “I have taken up quite enough of your time,’ she said. “I am so much obliged to y,ou Mr. Trent, for all you have told me. It has been most in- teresting.” The North Sea Will Be Richer Fishing Ground Than Ever. The great war will increase the sup- ply of fish in the North Sea. In re- cent years the decreased catch in the fishing grounds of northwestern Eu- rope has caused much concern. The great number of fishing vessels and the widespread use of the steam trawler have so injured the fisheries that the fishermen have been compel- led to go farther and farther afield to make a profitable haul. Now that this expanse of salt water is virtually closed to peaceful pursuits, the fish have a chance to multiply undisturb- ed. That they are doing so is already evident. The herring run has been of unprecedented size. It was left vir- tually unmolested, and so will the mackerel run be in its turn. Un- doubtedly the ground fish, such as the plaice and the sole, will also profit through the idleness of the fishermen. Should the war be long, so that the North Sea is a prohibited area for two or three seasons, the fish will doubtless be restored to their usual numbersâ€"indeed, Some people believe that at the end of the war the North Sea will be an even richer fishing ground than it ever was before. “He is a beast,” Trent answered, and go he shall. I would to Heaven that I had never seen him.” She rose,‘ slipped her note-book into hogppcket, and drew on her gloves. “You must change your friends,’ she said gravely. “What a horrible man.’ notes in her book, continued her work without the slightest appearance of havmg heard him. He went éwiftly, ungracious, Ecowl- ing. Trent returned to the girl. She looked up at him and closed her book. Da Souza snorted, but at that mo- ment he felt a grip like iron upon his shoulder, and deemed retreat ex- pedjent. - “If you don’t go without another wogd,” came a hot whisper in his ear, “I’_l_i throw you_ into the horse-pondi” There were only 354 days in _the year 1752. ALFONSO’S READY SILENCER. FISH AND THE WAR. The first requisites of a good driver are a cool head and a watchful eye. with ready fingers and the quick on- derstanding of the needs and requxreâ€" ments of his horse. He must also be ready to detect any object by the roadside which would be likely to annoy the horse and grasp at a glance the character of the road that lies ahead of him. N o quick~tempered, loud-voiced man can expect to have a quiet, obedient horse; and the undue haste of the quick-tempered driver to correct what seems to him misbehavior, is one of the reasons why so many horses are dangerous to drive. Much of this abuse, however, to which the horse is subjected, arises more from sheer ignorance and carelessness than from w'anton cruelty. Before starting on a long drive you should examine the horse, the harness and the vehicleâ€"the bit should be as easy a one as possible, the harness must be comfortable and well fitting. Do not use a check rein if the road is long and hilly, but should one be necessary then loosen the head of the horse before ascending a hill, when going over muddy roads, and also whenever you stop, as it is natural for a horse to lower his head when he makes an extra exertion, and also to droop it when he is resting. Officerâ€"So, Mrs. Casey, ye wint to the aviation meet. An’ did ye on- dershtand the aeroplanes? Nelson’s last words in the cockpit of the Victory were. “Thank God, I have done my duty!" Mrs. Caseyâ€"Shure, an’ I did; but there was wan thing I' didn’t git through me head, sir, and that was what holds thim up! A horse should not only be allowed to walk slowly along steep and muddy parts of the road, but also occasion- ally on level ground; the change from one set of muscles to another rests him. When your horse begins to feel fatigued he will strike one of his hoofs against the ankle opposite, often bruising and cutting it. As it is generally one of the hind ankles, an ankle boot should be worn during a long drive, even if it is un- necessary on other occasions. Two other indispensable articles on a long drive are a wooden scraper for removing foam and a hoof-pick for dislodging stones. For one who is often on the road it is also useful to have a few pieces of rope and some brass wire, as with these in his pos- TEA B74 Sealed Packets Only. Try‘it-it’s delicious. BLACK GREEN or IAIXED. 2 and 5 lb. Cartons- 10, 20, 50 and 100 lb. Cloth Bags. 14‘} “Let W Sweeien it” ‘ CANADA SUGAR REFINING CO., LIMITED, MONTREAL of the finest Tea-producing country in the world. Requisites of a Good Horse. 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