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Andre. with the curtain be- bid“ shutting out the light, stared m the moonlit court at the back m be let the curtain fall his face malmost the look of the hunted “$.11; you recognized them,” the princess said calmly. “Four, I think. my They are Madame de Pompa- no“ men,” she added. “She does not trust you. poor woman; she, too, sent passages from Versailles, and she will fish to know in the morning the rea- m why you have not arrested the im- print: hussy who derided her at an m; who is a traitor into the bargain, ad who was in your power, alone, uu’ leiended. and with the evidence of her an: 52:17:51”: you in the face.” She quetly touched the despatch and the letter lying on the table. “Unless, my friend. you wish to join George Onslow. the Comte de Mont Rouge, and myself lathe ceils you had better do your so." ‘ Andi? feverishly took up the papers; labelled now towards the great win- bw into the Carrefour, now towards that hateful- title outlook into the curtwhere he knew the sleuth-hounds clan ambitious woman dogged their silt! prey. “It is useless to destroy the papers,” he Princess remarked placidiy. “That will only send Mademoiselle de Beau him to join our pleasant party at the mule. Madame de Pompadour is a pest and beautiful woman, but like all rub ambitious men and women she hue mercy. and she naturally does ntwish to take our places in the cells. he is fighting for her life and love as m are. Come, Vicomte, be reasonable. hive minutes it will be all over and II will return a hero to Versailles. bomber what awaits you there." fiery sentence in this calmly ter- rile l'peech made Andre feel more My than he could have believed a u could endure. “Ely be in any doubt?” she began "Oh. for God’s sakeâ€"" he pleaded. 7" God’s sakeâ€"” , "NO. you must hear me out. The N of my treachery is here; their. he men, will find it on me"; she had an 3 paper from her breast. Do you how what that is? It is a copy of the Wet despatch; it is addressed to the we: who would convey it to England, N it is sagned,” ‘She held it up and in the flickering kit Andre could see the red mYStiC ‘9 01' the crossed daggers and the diher number. He shivered as she re- lived it in her bosom. "The game is ." she said in her impassive lies. "that paper will send me to the Mold, and unless you arrest me it till Send you too.” , "You are mad.” he cried incoherent- land he really believed what he said. "You are mad.” "Was the woman mad who tricked m at Fontenov, who has tricked and nefooled you at every turn since you Que back? I have betrayed your coun- ~ "'7, Your King, your army, Yourself, “‘1 M you. a noble hating treason. :3": France, hesitate to arrest the Mgives»; Whom you have sworn to 3 P0 justice. It is you who are mad. amend, no: I; or shall I say," she . “TODDPd her eyes and curtsied. ”59.3mm is too good?” "Yvonnej" w... “-3 AT. exclamation burst :1. Hr: wasfioaning heavily 1 'now that you delicious desâ€" rrinutes, with In I5 tI’ue fruit and wine {WS- Get a package j itmm l-‘our grocer and try toslight. Price, 10c. ' ROBERT GREIG 00., um . Toronto, » 5 on a chair and peering dazed Into ner eyes. . ' “Yvonne, of course; Yvonne of the Spotless Ankles,” she lifted her dress a few inches. “Yvonne whom at the bidding of another woman you were to make your tool. Did you? I think not. for the Vicomte de Nerac can be more easily tricked by women into doing what they please than the most un~ scrupulous libertine in France. But you must take your revenge on Yvonne now.” Yvonne! Andre’s brain reeled. Yvonne, who had saved his life, was a traitress, the traitress whose crimes merited condign punishment, whom now, by the devilish device of fate, he must arrest and send to a felon’s death to save himself and Denise. He seized her arm. “Who and what are you?" he cried, beside himself, for the torture of the fascinating riddle racked him beyond endurance. “That.” she replied with her slow smile, “is my secret and it will perish with me. Do your duty, Vicomte, and return to Versailles. Madame de Pom- padour awaits you; the blood of the noblesse, her foes, will atone in her eyes. She has triumphed. and so have you. Go back to your King, take him the proof of his royal intrigues, destroy the noble traitors who would have do. strayed you. Love and revenge, the sweetest things the world can give a man, are yours. Are they not enough?" She was coolly taunting him, and out there in the court-yard waited the po- lice ready to arrest a traitress with the proof of her crime on her person. Was ever a man in so cruel and tragic a position? “Why do you waver?” she asked very quietly. ,"Is it because of Denise?" He met her gaze. This was not the crysmlgazer, nor the “Princess,” nor even Yvonne who spoke. It was another woman, from whom all that was hateful, cynical, insolent, had van- ished. Andre's hands on his chair trembled. “Yes,” he answered, in a low voice, '“were it not for Denise and Denise's sake aldne I would destroy these pa- pers and would take you past the Bar- riers myself. You saved my life once. more than once, for you could have killed me in the mbin at Fontenoy: you and the Chevalierâ€"God rest his soulâ€"enabled me to save the honor of Deniseâ€"Denise.” He paused ,for emoâ€" tion. “You have enabled me to save my own honor. Why you did these things I do not know. But I would tonight. and now, take you past the Barrier of St. Louis, and I would then bid Ver- sailles and you adieu for ever. God alone can judge you, not Iâ€"-but De- niseâ€"there is Deniseâ€"â€"" “Then Denise herself must decide." She was mad after all; stark mad. He stood helplessly picking at the em- broidered upholstery of the chair. Mad, med; they were all mad. The woman had glided towards the door on the right. Andre looked up ex- ultingly. Ha! She was goneâ€"fled. Then he, too, must escape at once. He ga- thered up the papers, seized his cloak, and darted towards the window, only to start back with a cry. 0n the threshold of the doorway stood Denise. He stood spellbound. Yes, it was De- raise. â€"â€"â€"â€"â€" CHAPTER xxx. She came forward with outstretched hands. “Andre,” she asked with pas- sionate eagerness, “you are safe?” He took her to his breast, looking into her eyes. “Sweetheart,” he whis- pered. “why are you here?” “Because you sent for me,” she be- gan innocently. “Sent for you?” he repeated, in dull bewilderment. “Mad,” he muttered. “mad, mad.” His brain was beginning to break down. " "-5” she whispered. for his face v v frightened her, “you sent for me. See: read.” Andre took the strip of paper from her. After a few minutes he was able to spell out. these words: “I am in great danger. You alone can save me. Come at once to Paris. Carre~ four de St. Antoine No. 3. . Andre.” The paper dropped.’ The writing was his. at least it appeared to be. Could he have written it? He searched his - whirling thoughts, recalling the events of this awful night following on the . King’s illness, the strain of waiting in Madame de Pompadour’s room after the scene at the inn, the discovery of Denise, the interviews that followed, the finding of the Chevalier and Mont Rouge, the gallop to Paris. and then all that had happened in this salon. He snatchedat‘the paper again; he had not written it:. no. it was a clever a». l .- m, are work of 'the only woman who could do itâ€"“No. 101." Denise was watching him in terror. for his lips moved, yet he said nothing. "A girl called Yvonne," she whia. pered, "brought it to me at midnight: she conducted me to this house, and I have been waiting here ever since, Waiting for you. Yvonne has disappear. ed and the doors were all locked. There is only the woman whoâ€"” They both turned sharply at the rustle of a dress and stood hand in hand gazing in silence, for there had entered the girl whom Andre had seen plotting with Onslow at “The Cock with the Spurs of Gold.” ‘ Andre mechanically whipped of! his hat, Denise mechanically answered the 611118837 of the lady who had entered. for this was a gentlewoman of their own rank, whose beauty would have adorned the great hall in the Chateau de Beau Sejour. “We agreed,” she began quietly, “that Mademoiselle la Marquise was to decide. Monsieur le Vicomte, what I have to say is for the ears of Madc- moiselle alone. Permit me to show you where you can wait. I shall not keep you long.” She pointed with her fan to the door and then held out her fingers. Andre walked out of the room like one in a dream. The door closed. The two women were alone. “I can be brief,” the stranger said quietly. “You have heard of ‘No. 101’: you know of. the stealing of the secret dgspatch. I am the thief. I am 'No. 1 1.! l! Denise recoiled with a cry of horror, her eyes fixed on the girl’s face with an expression of indignant stupefac- tion. “The Vicomte de Nerac." the stranger proceeded, “knows what you know now, and he will return to Ver- sailles a here," she paused, “if he will arrest me. He has the despatch; he has a letter which will convict the Comte de Mont Rouge. who, Mademoi- selle, by loaded dice, sent ‘you to be the thief of the Court. The Vicomte has been seen to come here; it has also been discovered that I am in this house. and unless he returns to Yer. sailles 'with 'that' despatc‘h'he will be ruined and Madame de Pompadour will also send you to the Bastile, for she has proof that you were in her room this night. The Vicomte is in great danger, and you were summoned here to save him, for at your bidding alone will he do his duty and arrest the waitressâ€"myself." Denise’s indignation had already be- gun to melt. She freed the necklace at her=throat as if it were choking her. “Shall I now ask the Vicomte to re- tard?" The girl moved towards the door. “Waitâ€"one moment! You are"â€"-Dc- nise broke off in agitationâ€""you are Yvonne?” she whispered. The stranger sat dowu and uncon- cernedly began to tear up one of the. sheets of paper littering the floor. “I am,” she answered quietly. “And yori'gave the Vicomte de Ner- ac the secret despatch which you stole?” “He took it from the English agent to whom I had given it." “Ah!" Again Denise had guessed the truth. "You once saved the Vicomte life?” she went on. “I helped to do so." “Yet you are a traitress?” ”Yes, I am a traitress, and a trait- ress I should have continued to be if you and the Yicomte de Nerac had not stepped in to prevent me." The emotionless voice in which this confession was made had ceased to startle Denise, for she was scanning the girl’s face intently. “Ah!" she cried with sudden con- viction, “the Chevalier de St. Ath is your brother!" The other looked up quickly. "Was my brother,” she corrected gently. "The Chevalier de St. Amant is dead." “Merciful God!" Denise was leaning against a chair, faint and white. “He was killed at the inn by the Bug lish agent, from whom in this room the Vicomte de Nerac took the secret despatch." Denise had covered her face with her hands. “And you are right, Mademoiselle; the Chevalier was my brother, who helped me till tonight to be the traitress that I am.” “Silence," Denise cried in anguish. “Oh, for God’s sake be silent!" Denise walked to and fro, wrung by a. torture unendurable to a woman’s soul. Suddenly she paused. “Do you know," she demanded, “that your bro- ther save the Vicomte de Nerac when he might have ruined him?" “I know more than that. Yes, Ma- demoiselle, I know that what he did was done because he loved you. That also is the truth." Denise caught at her arms. .- The girl, who had sunk on to the sofa, presently rose and crossed the room, and Denise, watchins her as only one woman can watch another, shrank at the sight of thatknoble and pathetic beauty. “Yes," was the unfaltering answer," I did it because I love Andre, because I alone can save him. Ah! it is not you, but 1â€"1, who have saved him." Denise gazed at her in silent help- lessness. Fate was too strong for them all. The clock chimed out five strokes into the awful quiet of the room, and as Denise, in her restless misery, walk- .ed past the fireplace with its sculptur- ed marble chimnel’~DieC9. she halted with a sharp-drawn breath. The crest on the clock had caught her eye, for the motto on it was "Dieu Le Ven- geur!" “Before we part,” she cried, “you will tell me, you must. who you areâ€" no," she added, in a stricken voice, “it is not necessary. I know, I know. Ah, God! this is terrible. ‘Dieu Le Ven- geurl’" - A quiet hand was laid on her shoul. der. "Denise.” For some moments they looked at each other in breathless silence. “It is true; yes it is true, and youâ€" you have guessed becauSe you are a woman who loves. Ah! when your an- cestors were as nothing mine were the nobles who .made kings. who were leading the armies of France. I am a traitress, but to what?" her voice rang out. "To the man called Louis the Fifteenth, a craveu, u bigot, a liar, a libertine, the victim of the priests and his lusts. That man is not France. not your France and mine. Listen. What I cum ot‘ponce from'the‘coui‘t-yard to this room.” For an instant he wavered, then con- trolling his emotion he left the room. When he returned with the chief of police one woman, hooded and cloak- ed. alone was there. I Denise threw back the girl's cloak l “You which she had slipped on. The police agent started with intense surprise. its me, Monsieur," De- nise said freaingly. “Yes, it is the Marquise do Beau Sojour, and one of the maid: of honor to her Majesty, who is not accustomed to be shadow- ed when she visits a house that. be.- longs to herself, as this does." “I offer my apologies to Mademoi- selle la Marquise," the men stammer- ed, “but I thoughtâ€"I felt sureâ€"" “What you chose to think." Denise pursued. “can be no excuse for so in- sulting a mistake. The Marquise de Beau Sejour will, however, overlook it for once, provided that you promise not to repeat the offence. That will do." She turned her back on his fervent avowais and the man crept from her haughty presence. In five minutes the court-yard was clear of Madame de Pompadour's spies. Denise had fetched the stranger back. "Andre," she said, “he so good as to conduct this lady yourself to the barriers. I will wait for you here." The girl quietly put on her cloak. "Adieu, Mademoiselle!" They clasped hands in'sllence. “Adieuâ€"Denise." she thSpered. “Adieu for ever!" Without 1 another word Andre and she left the would you have done if the Kingâ€"the . King,” her scorn was immeasurable, “had stolen your mother, deserted her. sent your father to the scaffold for, treason that he never committed? If you, the only daughter. had been saved from infamy and beggary by two faith- ful servants and brought up in secret to know that you name was corrupted.- your brother a starveliug in exile, your lands given to another? To that King I bear no allegiance and will bear none. so help me God, God who can avenge." “Thenâ€"_” “Do not say that name. It is blotted out. but it is mine. Fifteen years ago. a child, I swore, and every year since I have sworn it on the grave that is called mine, that I would have re- venge." Denise answered with pale “Yes, revenge.” “My brother and I planned and plot. ted revenge and we succeeded. The Court and the King can judge of that. Beauty was mine and I nourished it for revenge, I used it for revenge, but I have never forgotten. never, that I am a daughter of the noblesse, a woman as proud of my womanhood as you, De- nise." “Thank God." she murmured gently. “To the world I was simply a num- ber, to myself a sexless tool, living for one object alone, until you came into my brother's life, and then, ah, then. I dreamed of the day when my brother should win through you what is his by rightâ€"should be Marquis de Beau Se- jour. Butâ€"" . Denise took her hand. ”If that were only all." She paused for a moment, overcome. "In London Andre came into my life. Till that fu- tal day I have inspired many men with the passion they call love. I thought lips. . I alone of women knew not what love I I could be, but another dream came to haunt me. It could not be. You did not love Francois. Andre did not love me. Some day he will tell you the story: the truth he must never know." “And your brotherâ€"" “Yes, he worked for you as best he could and I for Andre. Remember what we were and how we were placed. But we have succeededâ€"love brought us through. We remembered our Beau Sejour, and you whom he loved. he whom I loved. will share it between you. I thank God for that. My mother." the girl went on, “was a De Nerac, a cousin of Andre’s mother. Had jus- tice been done fifteen years ago An- dre's father should have had my for- feited lands. But love will do what jus- tice could notâ€"your love and mine." “Andre can restore you your name. your honor. He shall. he must." "It is impossible. You unnot change the King. He would not, could not, un- do the pastâ€"his past. My brother is dead, my family will die with me as will my secret. Fate is too strong for you, for me, for France. With Francois I worked to destroy the woman who . now rules at Versailles and will con- 1 l tinue to rule. And Andre from love for you strove to defeat us. Madame de Pompadour has triumphed over the Court, the noblesse, the Church, my brother, and you. Remember the past and tonight. Remember you can only ruin that woman by ruining yourself, by ruining Andre, and you will not The save me. I see it all now. It is the des- question in her gesture and her eyes tiny of France, and against the destiny needed no words. The girl rose and faced her. “When we parted at the foot of Ma- dame de Pompadour’s stairs his last words were, 'Unless Denise or the Vi- comte gets the paper Denise is ruin- of God’s will we must fight in vain." l Denise had clasped her hands like I one listening to the sentence of a su- preme power. Were they not all caught alike in the web of a mysterious and inscrutable force, mere puppets as it ed.’ The paper was in my possession? seemed in a stupendous drama whose and my brother went back to the inn to explain to the English agent why he could not have it.” “But why did you not give me the paper at Versaillesâ€"you came tome as Yvonneâ€"you " “If 'I had given you the paper at Ver- sailles should I have been here now? I loved my life a little thenâ€"I did not know my brother’s fate.” And Denise had no answer but a shiver of mute assent. “You ‘have forgotten my brother, who was to come here to meet me that we might fly together; you have also forgotten the Vicomte, to ‘whom that despabch was a necessity, and you have forgotten yourself, Mademoiselle. Could my brother, who loved you, have wshed that you should at Versailles have been proved to have stolen what you had tried to steal? You have for- gotten Madame de Pompadour. Would she or the King have believed your story that a peasant girl had given you the despatch?” She paused for a mo- ment. “Would the Vicomte have be- lieved it?" “Andre?" Denise cried passionately. “How dare you?” “There was only one way.” the gm. continued, quietly ignoring that cry of love’s conviction, “to save you from the trap into which your enemies had lured you, and that was to bring the Vicomte and yourself here. My brother would have wished it, and I am glad that I tried and succeeded.” She turned away; her voice showed that the wonderful strength of will which had sustained her was giving way at last. . "You did it,” Denise said after a long silence, “not for my sake, not wholly for your brother’s, but-because you love Andre." l I I beginning and whose end were beyond all human insight and control, but pup-' pets also of flesh and blood, whose pas- sions and whose spirit, whose ambi- tions and whose ideals, whose souls and bodies so strong and so weak, gave to the drama the immortal breath of life? Ifâ€"ah, ifâ€"«Denise wrung her hands again. How few are there of those born of women from whom has not been wrung that bitter cry of re volt against the “if” of fateâ€"if only they had been taught that out of the past comes the present and out of the present will come the future, and that they, the puppets, must make. every hour, their own lives and the lives of all others. “You cannot save your France and mine.” the girl was saying. “She is doomed, doomed. The writing is on the walls. Ruin is coming on kings and no- bles and the people. In ten. twenty. perhaps fifty years there will be a new France, for the greatness of my people and yours no power can crush. Voices are crying out in the streets of Paris today, but France will not listen. She is drunk, mad, diseased, corrupt. Yet I know it, it has been revealed to me, that there is a glorious future for our country, and see to it that the sons of what to-day is called Beau Sejour shall be in the hour of that rebirth on the side of the new France." ' She moved quietly to the door, open- ed it, and called softly,“Mademoieelle has decided. Come.” As Andre entered he gazed from one to the other with the calmness of a. neat fear. What had he come to be told? He saw Denise's mind was made up, and he knew he must obey. “Andre," she said, with dignified W. “xou will please brine the e l I l l l s I room. When he returned an hour later one glance at his face told Denise that, whatever had passed in the journey, he did not know the secret of “No. 101." That was still to remain in the keeping of two women who loved the same man, and it would go with those two to the grave a secret for ever. CHAPTER XLTI. “Monsieur le Vicomte De Nerac waits on Madame la MarquiSe,” said the gen- tleman-usher. Madame de Pompadour glanced at the clock. As Andre bowed it began to strike ten distinctly. “You are punctual, V'icomte. and a man of your word," the lady said with a faint smile. Andre’ bowed again. What a con- trast! The salon was as gay and re- fined as it had been a week ago. All traces of disorder had vanished and Madame herself in her heliotrope silk was as divinely seductive. as fresh and unconquerable. as when she had captivated Paris and the King at the ball of the Hotel-de-Ville. And against that vision of loveliness he saw reflect- ed in the mirror his own grim face. with the haggard eyes and deepcut lines round mouth and chin of a man who had “been in hell" since be last stood in this room. “You are tired." Madame said gent. ly. “if you please-" she wheeled a chair forward. But Andre remained standing. “I have to ask your pardon." she continued, dropping her eyes. "I am sorry that last night I used words which I deeply regret using, But though I cannot ask you, Vicomte, to forget them, I can and do ask you to forgive.” Andre's hand tightened unconscious- ly on the back of the chair. He was here to demand an apology. and he had been swiftly disarmed by one gentle stroke. "Th!s is the jewel of the Marquise dc Beau Sejour,” Madame said, “it is use less to me. I return it to you, unless you prefer I should return it to the Marquise herself in your presence and repeat what i have tried to say to you." Andre took the jewel mechanically. An apology also to Denise! That, too, he had come to extort, and it was his and core without the asking “You have served me,” she added, "as no man has ever done or ever will. i was ungrateful and false and cruel and unjust. Let me atone now." She had held out a hand. A third time Andre felt that he did not know Madame de Pompadour; he was learning as some men can that the heart and thoughts of a woman of genius, born to conquer a king and subjugate a court, are not to be fa- thomed in a few weeks, even by one to whom many other women have laid bare the mysterious workings of a. woman’s heart. “I have brought you your despair h, Madame," he said. chooaing his wcgds slowly. and conscious of his clumsiuess before the ease and tact of this sour- geosie adventuress. “Yes," she took it almost indiflerentâ€" ly. but the flash that turned her eyes from grey to blue, the quick move- ment of the locket on her breast, would have revealed much to anothcr woman. She placed it on the table be- side a tiny heap of torn papers. Andre recognized these fragments. They had once been the lettre de cachet for De- nise, which Madame had destroyed be fore be came. 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Bea] Leather Co . of Lindsay, will HIGHE CASH PRICE pay, r 51 H HEEEPSKINS. LAMBsIIgtggl TALLOW and BARK, 01:50. and warehouse at Well'r‘tgto _ Bridger-6m. ‘ l .n st PHYSICIANS A .. ,.._.__ ...._â€".- -.__._â€"â€" DR. 1". BLANCHARD Graduate Toronto fininnity, Coroner for Victons' oeun‘ ty. - Oficeâ€"Ridout-sh, cor. Kent and Land- teapot-q (former residence of late Dr Kemptl Telephone 45. B. J. W. WOODâ€"- medKirkfldé. so Bond-ct, am acorn-taro..- HethodifiChmb. OilioeHeureâ€"Otnlle m.,2todp.-. 708p.m Phenol”. mi]. L "sum-m 3i Cambridge-St. . LINDSAY. AllGelleAtteuded,Tmorm J. IGOUMCII. I. 0., c. I. Formerly of B'ecketock, Ont. GRADUATE OF QUEEN! pm. Special attention will be given to Kid- wifery, Diseases of Women and Diseases of Children. NOW LOCATED AT JANETVILLB (Successor to Dr. Naomith.) OLIVE M. REA, M.D.C.M. Graduate of Trinity University and Out. Medical College for \l'cmen, Toronto Special attention given to Disease- of Women and Children. Office 81 lent-8t, Lindsey. floursâ€"Station. atoSpJn. # DENTISTRY DR. NEELANDS a IRVINE. DENTISTS. Everything np-to-deee in Beam, Natural teeth preserved. Crown a. Bridge wettelpeoielty Splendid Ste in artificial teeth. Petals-extraction” Prices moderetm Ofiioe nearly appellte Simpso- Be.- Lindsey. DOCTOR GROSS Dentlst - Lindsay Member Royal College Dental Sui-2.. mt. All m'dern methods in the difiemt departments of deutistrv successfully practiced. ”8 GI KEN-fl. 08. F. A. WALTERS DENTIST, Lindsay Honor (Ir-dune d Toronto On . All the hint and branches of my mm performed. my. modem. ‘ OPTIC! Over Gregory‘- Drug more at corn. Kent and Williamâ€"78'1". BI’SIKESS CARDS ITTON a sm'rh, o. L. Surveyors and Civil Engineers. Mail orders promptly attended to. Box 25, Lindsay. t} F. O'BOYLE. Clerk of the Munici- “ - oeiilvofotae. INSUka-E ASE" ”re. Life and Acctdentâ€"rcyt companie- MOERY To LOAF. Private and 0'... 0...: lt-wo'tntee. General Accounts-t, la Mote w on 0600: OPERA HOUSE BLOCL LD‘DdAY EIGH R. KNIGHT, Barrister. Solicitor. Noun Public. Real Estate Agent u Representing Waterloo Mutual Fire hr sunnee Company of Waterloo, the Fed- rral Life Insurance Com ny of Hemi- ton, and the Dominion of node Guani- tee and Accident Company of Toronto. Ofiice of Weldon 6: Knight, Milne Block Lindsay. 4. Imisvnnamntc. v-â€"-.« .-a.._-_._.__ H. HOPKINS, Berri-tee, eta. I. ‘ mmuommm. Money tel.- etloweetruee. Mlmdwuhe-d.eeefi. Lind-y, Ontâ€"15 ‘10088 JACKSON. northern. eh ; mgeohcimfotmceuntdemm- kennel oiloutnel. Money to- less on mm “low-t current nan. Oflem. William-eh. m r 1‘. McLAUGH Ll N, PEEL and FULTON. Barristers, Solicitors and h‘otaries. . omcs: Corner Keo’ an! “Item-eta (Over I ominion flank, Lindsey) money to Loan on Real Estate. II. J. IcLsuxhiln, K.c.. A. I. Fulton. IA. James A. Peel. monexuns _â€" â€"-â€". M â€"â€"â€"a-.__..._._.___.___ JOSEPH MEEHAN Auctioneer FOR ran count? or woman. Lindsay P.0. - - 011$. alscnsunnous -- Times KEITH Seed lei-chant and Dealer in Agricultural Implements. Greetoereieneedte esppy every ereiev treetops-meant! geedonelity. William-S! LIIV'DSA Y. OI LINDSAY MARBLE WORKS R. CHAMBERS, Prop. Vibe only up-to-date Mable and Granite Works in the Pounty. Latest designs lowest prices and best work. Call and see the pneumatic tools at work. Get our prices bafore buying:v elsewhere noun 10 [MI AT LEE? BBIIEIT nuns Wesre . dto-ekeloensonm und farm proptrty from either print. pet-four or learning cemperies, as may be dean-c d, and in some 0 suite brmw‘u. with special privileges. You may pay in instalments without inane-e in rate of interest. Intern" and m’ hue able at our nines. ate "3' srawur a o'coxuon, B‘Mstfih I in o‘ _â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"Hâ€".__ as um. m mu Posr Pars. » I . :' l ‘ ‘ "i if. t , ., - ‘ _ "" defiMa‘Wi‘ 5‘ ”P3?” ital: ., 3‘ : .j . ‘9‘ ,