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59'. 599 Stepped serenely into the car- ’hge- “Then.” she whispered, “I shall §9E 11. I suppose, when I really want 3: and she swiftly shut the door in 1‘15 fKCe. “Drive to the hotel of the Due ‘9 Pontchartrain," was her order. Andre swore softly. The Duke was 1113 mend and also perhaps the great- ” libertine in Paris. She should not ”Cape him. In a. quarter of an hour he '33 Slipping with the Duke and has ”my crew; women there were In many, but this sorceress, the daughter °t 9 Paris floweragirl, had neither been filmed nor had so much as exchanged "lid with his grace. And when An- he, “an of lansquenet. rlbald songs, and qopious toasts, slunk to bed with meningsun he was strangely glad “at like had tricked him. But it she '3‘ not what she so cynically profess- gto be what did it mean? And why her presence did he always have M Irritating feeling that somewhere muehow he had met her before? King That is the woman who should be burnt" It was a new idea to Andre: it would have been a new idea to the salons of. the Fanbourg St. Germain, to the gal- leries of Versailles. "Yes,” she continued, “when a we- man is not content to be a wife and I mother she deserves to be treated only as the idol of an hour, the pastime of a fleeting passion.” “Oladamel‘” ‘0 Monsieur?” she retorted. "Believe 39, k is pleas'anter for the women “in theme and better for the men that M women should be denied every- m'z except that for which they liveâ€" :I'hey had reached the amiage. Do you remember the pay for which masked?” he questioned, taking her 1 ‘Wywmwwcostsyouaohleinteal W ”31 Mice and ted satisfaction as "I understand,” she replied and she took the arm he offered. They walked in silence in search of her mtrlage. “Why do you hate politics?” Andre demanded suddenly. “Because." she answered slowly, “it is the women to whom politics are a passion who ruin kingdoms.” The vehemence of the reply was as sur- prising as its nature. “Women," she added, “governed the great Louis Quaâ€" torze. they corrupted the Regent, they will bring our sovereign and his king'- dom to be the scorn of the world. Bet- :era hundred witches, a hundred wan- tons, than one woman whose passion his to govern a kingdom through its 3 “Why do 3" demanded suc‘ “Because,” is the women passion who "f; m of Spring had set on May , 5» the eve of a. day memorable in tang annals of the British and nauons. Behind a cammfiro in Ah! the sorceress! he had forgotten her. “You are a true witch,” he said, ‘you will cartamly be burnt. But I thank you.” As Andre hastened to leave, a touch vas laid on his arm. “Do you believe in me crystal now?” asked a gently deris- ire voice. The King had lost his interest and left the ban. He had entered it a free man; he left it in thraldom. And all Paris knew now that for good or am the reversed crown of the Duchesse de Chateaux-cu lay in thevlap of another. How long would she be permitted to Wit? a great stake. What it she were to be his aly in his great game? Before An- are there unrolled a wonderful vision of the future. He was necessary to those women. Bien! They should be necessary to him, and bitter as was the contempt in Denise’s pure eyes it only steeled his determination remorse- 15st to tread the path he had plan- ned towards his goalâ€"Denise. week 3gb, true ‘enou‘gh.'h’é1lmcorneu to lend himself to such tactics. but toi night he was insensible to the reproach that his nobIe blood should have felt. For he, too. was under the spell of fate and o! a witchery far more potent than zhe drug of any magician. It was not in mortal man to resist the sorcery of that fair huntreas who played on hu- man and royal passion as a musi on a. stringed instrument. But there was more than mere passion in that “my wimple at cambric and lace: “La. Petite d’Etiolfiles’fwas gambling for Guaranteed mp never forget it: CHAPTER VIII. -Ang’l'e "Une petite bourgeoise, Elevee a la grivoise Mesurant tout a. la to'ise. Fait dela cour un taudis, dis, as}, They'were singing of no less a lady than the tair huntress and the King, the heroine of the‘crystal and the King's handkerchief, “La Petite d’. Efiolles,” who was now the heroine end java 02‘ the streets of Park. The camp-fires smoke into the chill dusk; the lights twinkle in the packed villages where battalions of foot bivouâ€" ac with squadrons of horse. In ‘tront smoulders and glares the hamlet of Bourgeon fined by our Grassins when they were driven out this morning. Everywhere the confused turmoil of a ‘geat camp, the sharp blare of iitful trumpets, the dull throb of drums, a feverish shot from yonder where skir- mishing is still going on, the neighing or horses, the rumble of wagons. Hard by Andre here the men are taking their evening meal, chattering, laugh- ing. singing, dancing. Such women as can live in camps are drinking too, singing when they cannot thieve. There are wounded to be cared for, or robbed; throats there are beyond the lines to1 be cut, purses and gold lace to be won r from the fallen. Make love while you ; can. Toâ€"morrow’ s eve may never come. Have your season of pleasure, Mes-- sieurs; tomorrow the wench whom you kiss toâ€"night will strip you in the dusk of the victory and leave you to the mercy of the dogs, the spring frosts, and of Godâ€"the God of Battles. Yes, toâ€"morrow there will surely be a great battle. Have not the actors promised it? “To-morrow no perform- ance! The day after tomorrow 3. play in honor of the victory of Monseigneur le Marechal de Saxe!” And before long there will be a Te Dam in the glor- ious aisles of the captured cathedral of Tournay. Andre on his straw heap curled in his cloak dreamed 01 Denise, 01 the pleasant Loire, and of the Chateau de Beau Sejour when it should be his. Pest on the mnallle and their truns singing that lampoon at his elbow: r There had been some warm skir- e mishing toiday. The British and the L. Austrians by sheer weight of numbers had tumbled out of the enclosures and copses the Pandours and Grassins thrown out as irregular outposts from the French army; and since then An- dre and St. Benoit with many others had watched the allied generals and their staff reconnoitring at a safe dis- tance the masterly positiOn drawn along the slopes of Fantenoy by Mon- seigneur le Marechal de Saxe. A hard not to crack, gentlemen, these lines, study them through your spy-glasses as you will, Nor will you find it easy 1 to detect the place to push through. Yes; you may attack any time now night or day, for Tournay to our near is hard pressed and unless relieved will fall into the hands of our master, Louis I xv. Well and good; what better could i "" IIHCIUUQ M l . I i a Chevau-leger de la Garde desire than that the pot-bellied Dutch traders, the Austrian hounds, and the British dogs should dash themselves to pieces on our lines. Mark you how the trenches run from the forest of Barry covering our left away in the north. winding in a gentle semicircle along‘ - the rim of the curving slope two miles and more down to the spot where the Chateau of Anthem ; guards the passage of the sluggish; ' Scheldt. And' meanwhile we lie here snug and safe behind our redoubts bristling with, guns, with lggs__cut__from tne Iorest pired' breasr-mghfioam the ‘ advantage our general has given us, and with the flower of the French army crouched and ready to roll you up when 1 you come. See how open the plain in ‘ front is, sloping gradually away from us; we can hammer you in the most murderous fashion from under cover if you are mad enough to dream that I 3 I I any troops can drive from its lair a French army that remembers Dettln- gen and will have Tournay or perish. Our Marechal de Saxe, who knows something of the art of war, has pro- nounced it impossible, and God have mercy on your silly, reckless souls if you try, for the French guards are here and the Maison du 30!, and our King's eye is on us to see that we do our duty! Yes, His Majesty is here and with him Monsieur 1e Dauphin, and not a few ladiesgreatly daring, and the royal household, chamberlaim and equerries, serving-men and serving-women, the bluest blood of France, and the wen- ches of the commissariat, and the ac- , tors and actresses of the Theatre Francais. Was there ever such a med- leyâ€"soldiers, courtesans, and sutlers, thieves, marauders, sluts and wantons, and the gilded coaches and footmen of the beauty and birth that have the right to throng the Staircase des Am- bassadeurs at Versailles and have the entree to the Grand Lever of the King of France? me entrehchhients of Fontenoi Andie warmed hlmaeu, one or the many'camp- fires which flared into the dusk on that plain which for two centuries has been the cock-pit of. Europe; and as he stared out absently into the swiftly falling night an answering gleam scarcely a mile and a. half away you- der to the south-east at Maubray told him that there lay the headquarters of the allied forces of the foe, English. Dutch, and Austrians, commanded by an English prince of the blood royal. the Duke of Cumberland. 3w there will surely be a Have not the actors :To-morrow no perform- after to-morrow a. play : victory of Monseigneur Saxe!” And before long l Te Deum in the glor- the captured cathedral anu mua doses of Cuticura Pifls, word immedéate relief and point to a speedy Eczemas, Rashes, ltchings. Irri- tations Cured by Cuticura Warn; baths with Cuticura Sqap. gen- tle anqmténgs with Cuticura Ointment troubles as well. and I means of others being on disease by the Cuticurd. I don’t hesitate in sayin Resolvent is the best that. the world has eve: Lime E. Sledge, 540 J on Ala” Oct.’ 28, 1905." v-u Jw.o “'5‘“ I. In.) UUBIUU diefnct only cured me cf thai disease, eccema. bate! other 001 troubles as well. and I have means of others being cured of disease by the Cuticurd. Berni I don’t hesitate in saying tha: Resolvent is the best iood tlgat. the world has ever kno‘ I‘ngme ’E.‘Sle;dge, 540 J om AW “ About four years ago I was afflicted with black splotches all over my face and a few covering my body, which produced a. severe itching irritation. and which caused me a great deal of annoy- ance and suffering. to such an extent that. I wafi forced todcnll in two 011 tel: leading p ymans . a thorough examination of the dreaded complaint they announced it to be akin eczema. in its worst form. The treated me for the same for the len of one Eear. but the treatment did me no Finally I become despondent an decided to discontinue their ser- yices. Shortly a!terwards,m husband m reading a copy of a. weekly ew York paper saw an advertisement of the Cuti- cura Remedies. Be pnrchased the en- tire outfit, and after usxng the contents of the first bottle of Cuticura Reeolvent in connection with the Cuticura Soap and Ointment, the breaking out entirely stopped. i I continued the use of the Cuticura Remedies for six months, and after that every splotch was entirely gone and the affected parts were left as clear as ever. I have not felt a symp- tom ot the eczema since, which was th A yeazs ago. The Cuticura. Reme- di not only cured me of that dreadful . “No one can say how those plans . pave been istolen. But stolen they have “Oh!” She sobbed with joy. She could not thank him in words. “And_ who are you?’.’ Andre asked. '11ng Iusnr'The' army mils! not know of the danger. It you must know, I gmLan aptresg, the, friend 9( Mon- DREADFUL DISEASE CURED BY CUTICURA “Yes, yes, I see. I will go. He but- toned up his cloak with peremptory de~ cision. been, and it is too late to alter the en- trenchments now. They are madeâ€"‘ you understandâ€"and to-morrow is here in ten hours. Worse, worse, the traitor is already at the'cottage with the pa- per." Andre sweated hot and cold, for terror rang in her pleading voice. “It is infamous, terrible. But one hope re mains. We must find an ofllcer who can speak English, who will pretend to be those English ofllcers and. get the plans before they are handed to the enemy. The Vloomte understands?” Physicians Called it Eczema in Worst Form â€"Treated Disease for a Year but Could Not Cure It â€"Pat ient Became Despondentâ€" Safer mg Promptiy Allayed and BLAEK, ITEHING' SPUTS UN FAKE “Tell me," he said, quickly, “what the service is?" “The Vicomte can talk English?" “How the dev ?" “It matters not how I know it. Do not contradict. Time is precious. To- night":â€"she was speaking earnestly in- to his earâ€"“the friends of the King have learned that the secrets or the lMillirechal will be betrayed to the Eng- 1. It “Good God!" He gripped her arm. “Hush!" She raised a warning| finger. “It is so. To the charcoal-burn- er’s but two miles from here will come at midnight two English omcers. The plans of the campâ€"this camp, Vicomte â€"-will be given them; tonight the English will know where to attack to- morrow and thenâ€"" she made a sig- nificant gesture. llBut n Andre, now wide-awake, his blood tingling, followed her till she stopped in the shadow of an outhouse. “You will do the King a service?" she asked gravely enough. “Answer in my ear; we must not be heard. Yes?" “My thanks," she nodded, sally throwing back her short cloak so as to reveal that her blue coat was open at the throat and suggested a chemisette strangely fine for a vivandiere. Then she bent 'over him. “Would you do a service for Mademoiselle the Marquise de Beau Sejour?” Andre sat up, sharp- ly. “Would you do the King a service?" she whispered. “Mon Dleu! how those women bloat! Come this way, Vicomte, I have something to say to youâ€"a secret." She blew him a kiss from saucy finger-tips. “Then Stay vil’thout them.” He closed his eyes and lay dOWn again. “OH, no. The kisées of Monsieur 1e Vicomte are no better than those of most men, I suppose.” “It I give you a kiss win you go?" he said good-humoredly. Andre sat up. An appetizlng little vivandiere this, name of a dog! Plump and most bravely tricked out in a mili- tary coat and short skirt which reveal- ed what would have made two dancers’ fortunes. “And I am poor, fresh, and in a charming temper,” she retorted. “It Monsieur 1e Vicomte has let: his mis- tress behind there are still many wo- men in the world. Here is one!” She began to hum the refrain ot the song with the archest drollery: “I fait rire tout Paris, ris. r13.” _ “Run awe}, my dear," Andre replied sleepily. “I am poor, tired. and In a sad/temper." “Monsieur le Lieutenant is sad.” Some one had touched his arm. Ah! only a. little vivandiere whom he did not recognize. “Monsieur le Vicomte has left his mistress behind and he is sad.” she protested, kneeling beside and peering with bright eyes into his ruined visage. “Louis, malgre son scrupule, Froidement your one brule, His friend! And he would find her at Versailles no doubt when the cam- Daign was over. How long would she stayjhere, thls ambitious boyrgeois‘ez mranze. so “wise. A25 he, 9"“ ‘3‘ .--. â€".~â€" pnyeé hfs part in the drama of royal love: SKIN HUMORS licated From time to time he halted. The night was dark, that was good, and a raw mist steamed out of the sodden I earth. He had taken the precaution to gbind his horse's boots in soft cloth, ‘ and she, a powerful English thoroughn bred, his favorite mare, knew her mas- ter’s will by instinct. The road. too. was easy to find. No one crossed his I path. And here at last was the little 1 wood of which he had been told. Halt .' a mile away gleamed dully a fire prob- abb an. English nicket. He dismounted {and listened intently. Not a sound. And now very warily he plunged for- ward into the bowels of this grisly lit- ‘ tie wood, leading his horse his pistols ‘ cocked and sword ready. Presently he stumbled: only a fallen log: he stum- bled again: another? No. This time it was a dead man. Andre dragged him out and let the rays of his masked 'hntern fall cautiously on his face. 'Poor wretch! halt-naked tooâ€"s. com- mon gallows bird at a mannder, strip- N by the thieves and with a knife- ‘thmstihhis throat.acommon eno ugh spectacle to those who had played“: at But his mind while it revolved was tally alert He believed in himself and his sword. Bis faith in his star grew stranger each day. But fate and God helped those who would best help themselves. Tonight he must not fail on this dimcult task because he ne- glected anything that caution could suggest. Behind him lay the sleeping camp ignorant of its peril, in front . the strangest, weirdest, most dangerous task he had ever embarked on; yet Andre felt no fear. His only thought as he trotted down the slopey was a vivid reminiscence of the words of the cry- stal-gazer. Women everywhere in his lifeâ€"always women at every tumâ€"the princess in Londonâ€"Yvonueâ€"“La Petite d'Etiolles”â€"â€"the crystal-gazer, and now the charming little vivandiere â€"-but they were all so many instru- ments to help him to win the fairest‘ of them allâ€"Denise. It was clear as] ‘noonday now. His task was to master 1 the strand of the web in which these women, by design or accident, enwrap- med him, and to make them serve his [purpose while he seemed to serve iheirs. It was an idea which grew in power and fascination every day. Wom- -en appealed to him by nature; before the charm of mind and body in women ‘she was defeneeless, but it was his love (or Denise thnt had inspired the cou- caption of yoking the pleasure of life rto the attainment of a glorious am- ibitiou. Tonight was a matchless op- portunityâ€"and others would follow. She had slipped from his grasp and vanished as mysteriously as she had come. Who was she? Bah! it did not matter now. The night and its' work lay before him. But tomorrowâ€"tomorrow! He mounted, gave the password, and rogejhto the night, Andre smilingly put his‘ hand on her shoulder. “And is that all?" he asked my, “all my reward, Mademoiselle?" “Come back,” she whispered,“ come back and you will see whether it 18 an;_Me§nwhfle, adieu and an revolt." “That is true, but you must live. for the King will be grateful, and 1â€"1. too. will npt forget.” “Death can cane but once” he an- swered, “and in no nobler way than in the service of France and the King.” an,_even an actress, would not have on her soul the blood of a gallant gentle- man who at her bidding risked all for France.” "For God’s sake be careful," she urged. “The Pandours, the Grassins, the marauders; are prowling every- where. Maybe, too, ‘No. 101’ may have variets on the look-out. I would not frighten you, but you should know that the man or woman who has hunted ‘No. 101’â€"and several have triedâ€"has so far met with death.” But Andre only smiled grimly. "Yes,” she repeated, “all who have seen that traitor face to face have died. It is horrible, but the truth. Get the papers, that is all we need. Pry no farther, I beseech you. Ah, sir, a wom- And so by two flickering candle. her deft fingers transformed him swiftly into the image of a ruddy, beet-fed Eng- um oincer_ ot mmmh Guard, and when her work was doze she :ceom- panied him to the edge of the lines, where they paused. “I have thought of that," she said. “See, my room is in the village. n stone's_ throw hence. A cloak. a hit, and boots of the English Guard ore there, stripped from a dead ofllcer. They will cover your uniform. But you must keep the cloak buttoned. for frock and tunic I have not got, alas! I hue. too, my actress's box of colors. I will disguise you perfectly. Come at once, there is no time to waste.” form?" he asked sharply. “1 sum be recognized." . Conviction ran; in her low tones and she was trembling with emotion. “Very well. I am ready. But my uni- She turned her hooded face up to his and took his Croix do St. Louis. "Be fore God and on this cross " she an- swered very slowly, "It is no trap. It is the truth." Andre meditated. (then he took the vivandiere by both urns. "Will you swear by the name of the Holy Virgin that this is no trap?" he asked solemn- “Rs, kill him 11 ion can. But ,1: is the papers you must have or we are all ruined. The papers." she repeated in a. dull agony. “I will not fly till I have killed that traitor." \ She described at length where the ‘ charcoal-burners hut lay and how it could he reached. "When you are there, rap twice on the door," she pro- ceeded, “and then say in English to whoever comes. ‘I am from "No. 101” to tho ’101.” I In “What does that mean?" “The Vicomte knows what a cipher is? That is the traitors ,cipherâ€"and the traltor’s name. It is all we have discovered." “A man, this traitor?" “No one knows. I swear it. But it must be a man, so say those words in English; speak in English, alwaysâ€"al- ways. Remember you are an omcer of; the First Foot Guards or the English King; you have come for the papers because ‘No. 101’ has hidden you. You will get them if you are clever and God wills. Then nyâ€"ny tor your life, and France is saved." do?“ he asked inlet- to .u The blood swirled for 1 minute in his temples. In! when Denise heard how hound“ do Neraq, alone hnd saved Fiance, the my, and the King. would she not be proud? Perhops they would give him the {Jordon Bleu. smut-la Manual. 1 alone'uave mn- covered this, sad I am com. to you, for I, too, love France. ” .Iâ€"un. uhecaq would baumcicpmaeu‘ ' "to anew)» mice from thhubuasingcompmnt; but (onu- Andre's face was calmness itself, but his blood was tingling with fear. curios- ity. revenge. Never in his adventurous life had he been so thrilled as at this cold-blooded tram-es: in a mask. But, mastered.“ he m In an aux-never- 57“ HEAD “No," she answered, replacing the lantern on the table, “your word is enough; the word of an English of!!- oer." and she turned to cross the kit- chen. “My companion is outside guarding the horses.” Whereupon she lifted the lantern and inspected him closely. An- dre. ready for anything. stood quite still. “If you doubt my word.” he added carelessly, “I will take you to him now.” “I underetand." she replied with a quiet nod, “but they said two would be sent." “He was wounded; he could not come. so they sent me in his place," Andre answered at once. "You no not the elect I expected.” she remarked at last. Andre with his fingers on his sword- hllt returned her studied gaze. He could make out that her hair under her hood was fair; her voice her Itep. were those of a girl end whht he could see of her figure shrouded in its long cloak bld well to he shapely. Yes, she was young. this woman, but a pest on that out! CARTER’S The woman led the way Into the kitchen which opened on the tiny pass- age and Andre followed her. The two faced each other in silence. Presently she placed the lantern on the rough table in the centre of the room and once again looked at him thoughtfully through her mask. The only other light there was came from the dying embers 'ot a fire, whose murky shadows nick ered on the walls and on the low roof. Then he stepped inside. and‘ she Quietly closed the door. “Good," the said. “Enter, sir." Andre paused. Could he dare? Noâ€" yesâ€"no? For two slow minutes the thoughts battled within him as he strove to penetrate the secret of that mask and the hood covering her head. She was youngâ€"quite young. That faint sigh as of a weary heart seemed to echo through the misty silence of the wood. She’ raised the lantern quietly and get the light travel from his hat to his “I an: from 'No. 101' to ‘No. 101:” Andre answered firmly. but inwardly he trembled and his sword was ready to leap out. rmm am}. ixmh.‘ the boxm’QeFo' b'ein'g' drawn hack. At last 3 masked tom wifialnhenlnherhnndstoodin the doorway, and he and she need each other in silence. “Who is that?" she asked in a. clear voice. The shutter was stealthuy closed. but crouching beneath it Andre heard the faint sigh as of a weary heart. He Ippng up,_ ynpped twice on the door. A woman! It was terrible, for she won e traitor and he must kill her, here in this cursed cabin. in this damned wood. She moved her head and listened inâ€" tently. Yes, she was expecting some one“ Hag He was not too late. A woman! Yes, he could see the sil- houette of her hooded head and bust etched agalnst the dull red light be- hind and the inky framework of the window. and she was thinking too. {eating her elbow piacldiy on the sill. Two drops of icy sweat dripped from h}: forehqad_on go the damp ground. By the living God, it was a woman! A woman! Still he lay thinking. shivering, to start swiftly. The shutter in the cabin wall was being slowly pushed open. There was no glass in the window; a glean of red light; some one was ntenlthily looking out into the night. Andre crawled on his stomach across the clearing and lay flat dowu with a slurp M. \GURE Halt! Here is the charcoal-burners eshin. He could just make out its black outlines in a clearing of the trees. An- dre mulled his mate‘s head and tied her to a branch. and then with naked sword crawled forward on hand and kneel. Round the hut like a sleuth hound he wormed his way. learning the ground, making absolutely sure no one lurked in this damp stillness. Positive- ly not a soul. not a whisper. But the horror of the dead man and woman and this awful stillness had mastered him, and ten yards from the door he lay for some minutes watching, think- ing. 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Coi- “ii iege- Prof. Here the Univ. of Pa; Prof: F'inle mood. M. 1).. of Ben- nett lied. Chicago; Prof. John Ki . M. incinnoti; Prof. John . of Cincinnati; Prof. D.. of Huhnemnnn coco. and scores of oth iy ieminent. in their severni and surrounding country. We wish to inform you that M ”MW HENIEY BROS. Kylie's 01d Stand CITY 1'. I. "ma, Principal IfYouReadThis Wemprepuodtomkelosnsonm and farm property tron either print. persona-loaning commissuuyb desired, and inanma to suits born-cu, withapecidprivilega. Yonmqymh inltllmu without incl-cue in nu OI interest. Interest and insulmonu p,- obi-ammo. STEWART O'CONNOR. HONEY T0 LOAN AT LOWEST CURRENT RATES The only up-to-date lbble and M Works in the County. Latest ‘ lowest prices sud best work. 0.11 see the pneumatic tools at work. Out on prices batons buying elsewhere. LINDSAY MARBLE WORKS ____=_ n. canBEns, Prop. Lindsay P. 0. Auctioneer FOR THE COUNTY or Seed let-chum and Dale: II _ Multan! Implements. Money to Loan on Real Bstato. a. J._Iouuan, ma, A. I. rum-a. IA". m A. Pool. McLAUGHLIN. PEEL an‘ FULTON. L'l v'â€"- ‘ "uvm‘v' Mu wry- mmmmmam- bundle-n.1, Imy colon- can.” “Magnum Ohm Lb... 153.800“ whim Barristers. (Successor: to IeSweyn Smith). Have private funds to loan at m possible rates. ‘ omensâ€"own Pg. Hon-L Kan-s. Barristers, Solicitors and ' L Barrister; so'ucmr. NM Public. Real Estate Agent u Representing Woterloo local Fm 1r 811111100 Company of Waterloo,' the Fed- «n1 Life Insurance Company of Hann- ton, and the Dominion of Censdn tee and Accident Company of Toronto. " Oflice of Weldon Knight, Kilne Block, 159ng JOSEPH _MEEHAN, DR. NEELANDS Jim, DENTIS'IS. JAMES KEITH McDIARMID WEEKS . upcuuocu, §pocn_l_:ttention vim IISCIMIOUS ': WYLQpI-rk a an BARRIS‘IIIS. Etc (Sacco-nor I AUCTIONEEIS ’. W. WOOL DIN T1813! PHYSICIANS Bum-Btu}. Lin 4' I 18-17:. '90th Siven to lil-