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r“ we, and whose meagre patrimony {muted with the debts of his an- W'sand his own bare! Mead m ”wide a. living for thy; Vidfi'ed ‘file *0 Whom that morning he had :MYe and whom the E11811“! in “If: Countries might decide he 32p -Angle E31 the romance of love and chivalry Eithehistory of France. ; was standing in the church- im at the hamlet, but it was not at aHandsmpe that he knew so well ‘hthe was looking, nor even up the “mono, wnere me great unatam Ellen Sejour shot its towers and W turrets through its encircling that wood. Ten leagues away in “distance lay Nerac, the pover- W home from which he took heel! also many noble chateau, the Who! 0130 many of the proudest tra- ifim and the most inspiring memor- 8â€"4 ”V W 'mâ€"D' ‘ 'â€"â€"'7' _â€"‘ â€"'râ€"'â€" v â€"' ' guy, “and a wise woman lives I The 30“ 8100111 Of the growing dusk 3; For one piece of silver she ‘ imaged for Andre at that moment the , tme back my lover. They say i sombre D311 of tragedy Which twelve is a witch, but she is no witch, for , years ago had fallen on the great cha- 3h the help of the good God she ‘teau. An ancient house, a venerated and my sickness and changed my name had been its owner’s: were not lover's heart so that once again he was their achievements written in the uhehedbeen.” chronicles of France? was not their Tush!” Andre interrupted, lmpa- , origin lost in the twilight of dim ages gently. 1 far, so far away? Capets and Vaiois ”But it is true.” she persisted. “And 3 and Bourbons that house had seen oom- gxonseigneur is in distress, he, too, 2 ing and going on the throne, honor 3mm go to the wise woman, and she . and fame and wealth and high en- 7:1 make him happy. It is so, it is so.” ' deavor had been theirs, and then "Adieu. my child. adieu!” 'shame and doom, swift, unexpected,“- ‘lionseigneur will not forget. The reversible. The story of their downfall Cock with the Spurs of Gold,’ in the had been his first lesson learned in voodsâ€"" budding manhood of the harshness of E He gave her matted head a pat. It ; the world and the mystery of fate. ; m a pity she was not pretty. this 2 Such a simple story, too. The wife of‘ 3. mail, for she had a buxom figure. “A g the Marquis had run away with a lover, either," he said lightly, “does not love 5 a baseborn stranger gossip called him. we women. Yvonne. he loves only the i The lover had deserted her, why and young and the fair and he wins them ' where no one knew, and disowned by :otby sorcery, but by his sword.” her husband she had died miserably. “Monseigneur is a soldier?" she ask- Her husband, a soldier and ambassa- ed with grave interest. dor of the great Louis Quatorze, had ‘Yes, a soldier of France.” ' in despair or madness plunged into “My lover too is a soldier, but not as treason, and had paid thetraitor’s pen- hcnseigneur. Ah!" she whispered, “it ‘ alty on the soalfold. His only son and z: the nobles of France were as Mom I heir, from remorse or consciousness of signeur there would be no unhappy I guilt, had perished by his own hand wmen, no robbers, and no poor." in Poland, whither he had gone, to Andre left her there. His heart was ‘ fight in the war. And here today at his say again though his pane was empty: item .a mrm--mrw‘ for he had made a woman happy. And marked the neglected grave o; the only she rode through the woods he could daughter who had remained. Had she lea: her singing as she had s1mg when lived she would to-night have been just lehad seen her first on te sleek back two years older than Denise; had there Her spotted cow. And all the way to been no treason, she and not Denise Pris that song of a peasant wench would have been mistress of that cha: mlyamssed his spirit, for it clinked teau now called De Beau Sejour. ' ally to the echoes of the soul as Denise’s father for service to the malt have clinked the‘golden spurs state had been awarded the lands of lithe cock in the woods of Versailles, the traitor; the old name for centuries I uditvas fresh with the eternal fresh- noted in this soil had been annulled in , B d spring and in. at youth. cod: vith the S! W" He sure her m: us 1 NH she ‘ Inch, for she ha1 aidier," he said It r‘se vomen, .Yvon: mg and the fai not by sorcery, bu “Wigneur is ea tit]: gmve inte: ".4 A --IA:-_ . he larch sun was setting on the Net of La Riviere, in the pleasant In at Tomineâ€"Tonraine the fit "But it is true." she persisted. “And almseigneur is in distress, he, too, Md go to the wise woman, and she r11 make him happy. It is 30,11: is so." ”Adieu, my child. adieu!” 'Ionseigneur will not forget. ‘The Cock with the Spurs of Gold,’ In the fine help of the good 60:17 3:: my sickntiss and changed $111!; 3 heart so at once u u had been.” again he was é'm robbers stole my cow. and I as sick. I wasted away, but the good God who sent me Monseignenr put it mom heart to go to the wise woman names at ‘The Cock with the Spurs «Golfâ€"J "The Cock 7" ~11; a new tavern 1n the woods ”the vinage yonder,” she replied math. “and a wise woman lives ":Iâ€"toio’was in love,” she answered, and wom_e_n stolg gay lover from me ”'10 “mm he commanded, but he was mad! amused_ 'w the po‘or be happy?” he asked, May, for 1he was thinking of the in pin '- figf’? she muttered, “not while there m robbers in the land, and the poor cc med till they starve. Monseignem- Smuggmd I not see himtalk with“ me put lady in green?” she added , "Ah, it Monseignenr would W” a poor girl he too couid be m .n- L, --__.--:__I 1...; 1.- ___ Yes, a soldier of France.” My lover too is a soldier, but not as Magma AM” she whispered, “if ie gave her matted head a pat. It ‘a pity she was not pretty. this ch, for she had a buxom figure. “A ier,” he said lightly, “flow not love women, Yvonne, he loves only the 1g and the fair and he wins them by sorcery, but by his sword.” ' [mseigneur is a soldier?” she ask- CHAPTER IV. WEEKLY POST LINDSAY the immortal Smitten with a sudden pity, a. sharp anguish, Andre kneeled in the damp, tangled grass and peered at the tomb. stone which marked the humble rest: jug-place of the dead, worse than dead, dishonored and' infamous. “Marie An- gelique Jeanne Gabrielle . . . ” the rest ms eaten away. But in the church close by lay the coding of her ances- tors, the crusaders 3nd nobles. and my son,” he had said. And no one had understood, and he had died before he could explain, it explain he could. That, too, had been another bitter les- son in the cruelty of fate, in the bleak, bitter tragedy of baflled and unfulfilled ( ambitions. _, _ 1795 the scroll with those three words “Dieu Le Vengeur." And the second memory was of a little girl playing with a. huge wolf-hound in the dancing firelight under that motto, a little girl with blue eyes and fair hair, innocent of the evil to come, playing in her hall whichhad seen kings and queens for guests. “Dieu Le Vengeur” she had re- peatedâ€"“God will protect me,” and they had all laughed. But had God por- tected her? Here was her grave at his feet. Andre now remlled his dying fa- ther’s remark five Years later. when he'had heard how his neighbor the Comte de Beau Sejour had been reward- ed with the treason-tainted marqulsate. “That would have been yours, Andre“ As Andre paced to and fro in the dusk the ghostly memories thickened. Twenty years ago as a boy he had rid- den with his father to that chateau. He remmembered but two things, but he remembered them as vividly as yester- day. Over the chief gateway a splendid coat of arms had caught his boyish fancy and he had asked what the mot-W to “Dieu Le Vengeur” might mean. “Why, father, there it is again," he had cried, for in the noble hall, above-the famous sculptured chimney-piece, the first thing that caught the_ boy’sr eye Denise’s father for service to the state had been awarded the lands of the traitor; the old name for centuries noted in this sol! had been annulled in infancy; its blood was corrupted by the decree of the law, and by the King‘s will the new Marquis had car- ried to his new possessions the title of his old, that Beau Sejour yonder so near to his own Nerac."l‘he law and the King so far as in them lay had de- termined that the very name and mem- ory of the ancient house should be blotted on: for ever. But blot out the chateau they could not. There it stood haughty as of old, to tell to all what‘ had one been, and the curious could still read here and there in'its storied walls the arms and emblems, the scutcheons and shields ,ot a family which had given nine Marshals to France, and in whose veins royal blood had flowed. What did that matter now? Toâ€"day it belonged to Denise, once poor as he was, and destined to be his bride before this sudden swoop up- ward on the ruins of. another to the high places of France. marked the’neglected grave of the only daughter who had remained. Had she lived she would to-night have been just two years older than Denise; had there been no treason, she and not Denise would have been mistress of that chat- teau now called De Beau Sejour. to win, Denise the richest heiress in France. Yet it had not been hers so long; its broad selgnorles were a thing of yesterday for her. Fifteen years ago she, as he, had been only the child of i a vicomte as poor if as noble as him- ‘self. And Beau Sejour lay not here, but ten leagues away, a mile from Ner- , ac, where that church spire hung its | cross above the horizon. swer. nor :1: that answer was not’ what he desired it would be better to ride straight down into the Loire and let the last male of the Hohse of Nerac put an end to it for ever. Twinkling lights began to shine in the greatrchateau; its towers and ga- bles insolent in the majesty of their beauty, strong in the might of their antiquity, challenged and defied him in the dusk. That was the chateau‘of his Denise, the Marquise de Beau Sejour whom he, gallant fool, rich only in his noble pedigree, dared to love and hoped On -x- “-_;, l*‘RIDM‘. AUG. 2nd “M son. when a, lad of sixteen, was troubed with humor on his face an! alter using Cuticura Remedies be we fg'eed from ever humor and. has con- or several ears and I have f ch in the Cuticura medics. A. H. Smith. Marion. Me., Dec. 1. 1905." avamwm :3. ”309.c"‘m"= 2'?“ “3"" hvhhotslx momma boo. Go ‘ 1K gu'fiieswgfiflmbmkmm mafia.fl'ockonwmnm Cured by Cuticura Remedies No Return in 20 Years. Inns. of considerable size. She suflered sweet deal and for threeweekswe nursed her eve night. all flu remedies we coud t ink . Nothin would help. We then remem _ havin heard so much about Cutxcurn Rem ies. We sent for them and alter twenty-four hours we noted considerable improvement, and, often usin only one complete set of the Cuttcura mediee, in five consecutive days the little we, much to our joy. had been entirelycured, and has been well for a long time. Mrs. F. Ruefenacht, R. F. D. 3. Bakersfield. 08.1., June 25 and July 20. 1906." ,“ It is in my opinion myfiuty to join those who praise the Cuticura Reme- dies. After my granddaughter of about , seven years had been cured of the measles. she was attaqked about a fortnight lawr by a Innops, itching 0-. She met his pleading eyes fearless- ly. “The answer is ‘No,"’ she replied, and her voice, too, was low, as if she could not trust it. “No?” he repeated, halt stunned. She simply bowed her head. “You. mean it? Oh, Denise, you can- not mean it?" “I have reflected and I mean it." “For always?” “Yes.” Andre stepped nearer. “I do not re-‘ mind you, Denise,” he said, speaking‘ with a composure won by a mighty mastery of himself, “that I love you, Tmt 1' have iovedyousinoe rm love any woman. It you would not believe it before I was taken prisoner, when I spoke in‘ the woods of Versailles, you would not believe it now. Nor do I re- mind you that twelve months ago you spoke very differently. A lover and a gentleman does not speak of ~ things when the answer has been 'No.’ But I do ask you, before you say ‘No,’ always to remember .that: it was the THEN CUTICURA MAKES. COMPLETE CURE IN 5 DAYS Bleeding Sores Covered Her Whole Body Afler an Attack of Measles -â€"Nursed Every Night for Three Weeks-Nothing Helped Her. FUHIUUS ”CHINE HUMUHUN CHILI] “I have come for ’my answer,” he said, in-a low voice. Denise sara nothing. She stared at the buckle of her slipper. Andre bowed and halted. Ambition. passion, and hope conspired to choke him for the moment. How fair and no- bleflshe was! yes, surpassing” fair and no e. . Denise received him in the great hall, unconsciously reproducing the picture which was burnt into Andre's memory, for she stood with a certain sweet stateliness by the sculptured chimney-piece and a huge hound lay at her feet. Above her head the emblaz- oned scutcheon of the old house still adorned the noble carvingâ€"indeed you could not have destroyed the one with- out destroying the otherâ€"and the gladw firelight which threw such subtly en- trancing shadows on the dress and‘ girlish figure of the young Marquise seemed to point with tongues of flame to that sublime motto, “Dieu Le Ven- geur!” above her head. But it was with increased misgiving the: he rode up to the chateau. For one minute Andre burned to seize that cloak and speak to him very straightly.‘ “Pah!” he muttered, “It will do later. Perhaps it will not be necessary at all." HUMOR 0N FACE 7 “The Marquise ’awaiis you, Vicomte," he twitched his thumb towards the cha- teau, “perhaps you will understand bét- tar when you have seen her,” and with a careless tip of his saucy hat he strode away. “For you or me?” Andre q peering into his young face. Andre was thinking the Chevalier was better than he hadlsupposed, but his next action jarred harshly. Stand~ in; carelessly on the stone he gather- ed his cloak about him. “:Ah, well,” he remarked, with his dare-devil light- ness, “It is perhaps more fortunate for you or me that little Marie is where she is.” child ! " '“I was finding a lesson," Andre re- plied quietly. “In a. tombstone?" Andre explained. The Chevalier ,seemed impressed, for he went down on his knees and peered‘ .for some minutes at the weather-beaten stoma. “Poor child!” he muttered. “Poor He started at the question. It was the Chevalier de St. Amant, boyish, in- soiint, though his tone was strangely 3? it to?” A traitor? Yes, his daughter deserv- ed her fate. There should be no mercy for traitors. amuse-oi France. ”The names had been obliterated. But not even a wronged king had dared to remove the 10th with which that church was elo- quent or the glories that had once been theirs. Yes, they lay there of right, but she, little Marie, cradled in splendor. who had prattled of “Dieu Le Ven- gear," she, the daughter of a. wanton and a. traitor, lay here in the rain, and the sheep and the goats browsed over her, and the sabots or those once her serfs and tenants made an insulting path over her grave. A'nd up there another reigned in_ her_pince. “What seek you, Monsieur 1e Vicom- body. especiul theu pet-party t. o r m: yamryand blltaedE Andre questioned. “You must forgive one who loves i ”tum You,” was the calm reply, “for love ' -' ‘ a... ‘ laughs at tricks. The Comté des For- [fin-3W to: Is alive 3nd well: he has a wound tn us Ihoulder mu um =- mm» A m «on muons.“ .: mean?" she demanded. hotly “The letter has served its purpose." Andre sud. “Adieu. humane!" “What does thinâ€"um trickery Andre lboked at her, but he made no aflort to offer her either sympathy or help. Then he walked back. Denise ntching him, and nun: the letter into the are. Denise started, but sue me nothing, though her great grey eyes were eloquent with half a dozen ques- uons. A faint c‘ry escaped from Denise‘s lips. For the moment she leaned taint against the chimney-piece, white and sick. “Pardon," he answered. quietly, “yesterday the Comte den Forges was killed by a friend of his whose hoaor 'he had betrayed. The letter belongs to the lady to whom it was written, the lady who will be the Vleomtesse de Nerac." “Give me that letter," she said with a swift flash of command. “It belongs to me.“ Andre deliberately drew from hll pocket the letter that she had thrown in his teeth and faced her. "Thank you,” he said, very calmly. “Now the: I know you mean what you said. I. too. know what I must do.” He walked 8'8! She drew herself up. “Yes." the aid. “leave me for ever.” But tor all that she, as he, seemed spellbound to the spot. Andre bowed. “One word more, Den- na. if you please." he and. “one word end I leave your presence for ever." “Tell me," was his answer, "on your word of honor, that it 13 not so, tell me that you do not love me and never will, tell me that you love another and on my word as a gentleman I will never speak of love to you again." Dead silence. Andre waited quietly. “I retuse,"1he said, slowly. picking the words, “to be questioned in thln manner. But as you insist. I repeatâ€"l do not love you. “Have done. have 'done with this mockery!" she cried. “And I will tell you why. First be cause I love you and I love no one else. You do not believe it. You ask for deeds. not words. In the future you shall have them. And second, because you. Denise, love me, yes, love me.“ She was about to speak, but check- ed herself. [ knows it. My W’ email; reason." “ “What then is?" she asked proudly. “I am poor. you are rich, but that is not the reason. either. Do not think I would dishonor you by supposing that I believed that. though some whom you call your friends say it is. No, the rea- son~is that while I have been away, a prisoner, defenceless, silent, some one â€"" he paused. “some one has been poisoning your mind, some one who hopes to take the placeâ€"" “Take eareâ€"” she interrupted. “You speak of the gossip of Paris. I will not tell you what the gossip of Paris and Versailles says, for you will hear it and more ntly from other lips than mine. But I say, that poisoner will answer to me.” no noble to-day at Versailles of whom the same could not be said. Men are men, and I have never concealed from you what I have been. But such things do not destroy love. They cannot and they never_ will, and every women “As to the past." he said In a low voice, “I say nothing. for I deserve your reproaches.1 have been foolish, wicked, unworthy of you. But there is Their eyes met and then Denise walked back to her-place by the are- piace. She was trembling now, and she no longer looked him in the face. She would have escaped by the doc: behind her, but Andre intercepted her. “No," he said, “you do not leave me yet. I. too, have something to say and you, Marquise, will be pleased to hear it.” “And the duel which it caused is twelve months ago, too, I suppose? The right arm of her husband the Comte des Forges is healed, but the woundâ€" my God! the wound in his heart and 'mine, that you can never heal. And she is not alone. Does not Paris ring with the antri oi the Yioomte do. Her no: it]: gush? I knot there may be a dozen husbands in England who have lost their sword am‘ because Andre de Nerac professed to love theiri wives." She checked herself and was calm again. "I thank you for the honor you have done me, hutâ€"" she oflered him the stateliest, coldest curtesy, “Vlcomte, I am your servant." “It. was written trelve months ago, he said, somewhat lamely. “You would deny it?" she cried. pu- sion too_ leaping into her voice.. “I: that letter to the Comtesse dea For- ges, one of my. friendsâ€"my friends, man Dieu!â€"- yours, or is it not?" She handed it to him with hot scorn. “Very well.” She took a step for- ward. “I had no desire to discuss things not fit for axirl to Speak of to a man who has done her the honor to ask her hand in marriage, and I would have spared both myself and you unneces- sary pain. Plainly then and briefly, when 1 take a husband I lo not choose to share what he professes is his love with any other woman. That is my reason and my answer In one." ‘ A flush darkened his allow cheek.‘ “It is not true," he protested passion-l ately. “it Is not true." “No, it Is not enough for me," he an swered. “You are a noble, Andre," she an- swered; “the courtesy of a noble and a gentleman requires that when he demands a. woman' 8 hand In marriage he should profess to love her. For the honor you have done me I thank you. but a woman finds the proof not in words but in deeds. You are a brave soldier, but you do not love me. That is enough." words?" he questioned quickly She placed her {an on the shelf of the chimney with sharp decision. The firefight flashed in her grey eyes. "I refuse,” she said, very distinctly, “to marry a man who does not love me.” “Then you do not believe my “Certainly. May I D10“. however, that perhaps, remembering the past. what you and I ha‘ve been to each other sihce childhood, I have some right to He bowed calmly. The gesture was better than speech. "And your reason. Denise?” “I said I would give-you an answer, I did not undertake :to the reasons." “Define your: alter their wish?" he asked, with a touch of M1011. “do they make a. promise, good faith. honor, less a promise, lesaâ€"" “There 7m no promise," she inter- rupted. "My father died five years a yours even longer," she_ mwered, van 0: your new tune: mm 0: mac that the answer should be 'Yes'" 9n Carter’s Little LiverPills. ABSOLUTE \ _ SECURI'I'Y. ~“Perhnpe.” was the cold reply, "but the point of a sword is a reality which exercise: any and every phantom." The Chevalier leuhed softly. “Yes." Andre. continued. [“1 say it “My dear Vlcomte, you tuner from the stungest hallucinations. stupid phantom: of the mind. it 3011â€"" Andre closed the door. “You will not return to the chateau," he aid quietly. “As you please. my dear Vicente,” said the young m. swinging contort- ahiy on to the tohie Ind peering at him from node: his saucy plumes. “You will have much to any. I doubt not. for you must have said so little :1 the chateau. Run away. my child,” he added to the wench. who was now staring at them both with genuine alarm in her coarse eyes. “run away." This studied inoieuce wu exactly what Andre required. “I thank you." he said, My “but More I aka. your place, you and I. Monsieur 1c Cheniier. will have u word um." j He had halted for the moment at the door of the village in. In the dingy parlor not the Chevaller, one leg thrown over the table, a beaker In his hand resting On his thigh. while his other hand was stroking the chin of gotwuns tench, I may“: 11 "Not in the least." the Chevalier re- plied withont stirring, though the girl begantogigxlewlthanalecutimof alarmed modesty. “My wine is Just done”; he dnlned oi! the glue. "1 will leeve Toinette to you. Vicomte, tot.” he put on his hat, “it is time I returned to the chateau." Andre kicked the door open. “Am I disturbing you?" he said. pitching his int 0! as if the parlor were his own. But he wouldâ€"mustâ€"awin her. That was the adamantine resolution in his breast, all the stronger because she had scorned and defied him. Yet he would win her in his way. not hers. Yes, he would conquer her against her- self. For him life now meant simply Deniseâ€"the heart and the soul and the spirit of Deniseâ€"the conquest of a woman's will. The hot pulses of health and strength. of manhood. his nohle blood and ambition throbhed respon- sive to the resolution. He thanked God that he was young and a. soldier, that there was war and a prize to be won. Yet he also felt that this love meant something new, that it had transformed him into something that he had never dreamed of as possible. And victory would complete the change. So as he rode the fierce thoughts tumbled over each other in a foam of passion, in the sublime intoxication of a vision of a new heaven and a new earthâ€"from which he was rudely awakened. Andre rode at a walking pace down the slope to the village, for he wanted to think. fie had always prided him- self on his knowledge of women: he had imagined he knew Denise as well as himself. She was of his class, love- ly, high-spirited. proud. patriotic. and best at all a true woman. Hence it was a sore and surprising blow to his pride to discover that she should re- ject his love because he had lived the life of his and her class. He had gone to the chateau to confess everything. to swear that from this day onwards no other woman. he she beautiful as the dawn. as enchanting as Circe, could ever occupy iive minutes of his thoughts. And he meant it. Those ‘ others. the shattered idols of a vanish- ed past, had simply satisfied vanity, ambition, a physical craving. But De- nise he really loved. She inspired a devotion, a passion which gripped and satisfied body, soul. and spirit; she was that without which life seemed un- meaning, empty. poor, despicable. But why could not she see thisâ€"the difo fereuce between a fleeting desire and the sincere homage of manhood to an ideal, between the gallant and the lover? What more had a wife a right to expect than the love of a hnsband, brave, loyal, faithful? It was unreason- able, for men were men and women were women. Yet here was a woman who did. not the poor Comte is any: believing that name one is Dev-um: his honor and We the Comteue has a fickle ~15."th Yesterday I won his second, so or.” “murmur He kissed her fingers with a tender reverence. “Adieu, Marquise! I go~ to my duty and revenge," he said. and he left her there under the spell of his feet, and the flames of fire pointing to the motto “Dieu Le Vengeu’r!” “No, Denise," he said softly. “I 311111 not trouble you now or soon, butâ€"” he had caught her humâ€"“you :hall yet be mine, I swear it. You think you do not love no. but you shall be can. vlnmdrâ€"lon alum." Andre bowed most. courteously. “You rotated to believe me. 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Ln «In. in The Daily Post “I h HONEY T0 LOAN AT mum CURRENT RATES ‘11. only up-b-dm We and M Work in the County. late-t dd: lowest prices and best work. 05!! see the pnemtic tools st work. Gd" prices before buying elsewhere. the LINDSAY HARBLE WORKS __- R. census, Prop. JOSEPH MEEHAN', Auctioneer ma THE COUNTY or woman. HCLAUGHLIN. PEEL and FULTON. Barristers. Solicitors and Notaries. OFFICE: Germ loot and Ilka-ob. (Over Dominion Bank, Lindsay) loney to Loan on Real Estate. I.J.Icl-lu‘hllu,l.c., LlWIN m A. M. ‘ Seed ImhAnt ud Dealer h Aztlan-urn! Implement 0033 .ucxsox «A. m In ti- o Barristers. (Sum: to IcS'eyn Smith). Have private funds to loan a: m Public. lea] We “eat It. Representing erloo Intnal fin hr aux-once Company of Waterloo, the Pol- 0111 Life Insurance Company of M ton, and the Dominion of Canals tee and Accident Company of Toronto. Office of Weldon Knight, Milne Block, Lindsay. mmdommthodsinu. avpirtmontc of dentistry mam” {MM IOU-s “ Kat-01'. nab" RON College Dental 8‘3“ ' «at 03- -ELA; WALTER: JAMES KEITH McDIARMID WEEKS witéry, of Children. DiuuegotWoneu and NOW LOCATED AT JANETVILLB H. HOPKINS. W, ffifihmmum é L. W, 1.1)., fl“, . kSLG. Glazm . locum, Spout! “taxation will be given I.â€" m--_A , """'-"-I III-- I», w I Famerly of Black-tack, 0.1, "WT! 0' cum mm. .180le "US HARRIET!“ Etc. DENTIST; “11di 7 7 i AUCTIONBERS DEN T1813! PHYSICIANS But-khan. Lin 4' II Lindsay hmâ€"