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-r JAMWIJ an: m i i .- q l « 1‘. out-1.. 1.. 4-...1’ Ladies' Fur $35 up to 835 and “0. Gauntlets. lads. Stor able furs. at prices Grey and Black Ken‘s Far Coats. Coon. $25 up to $45. $30. ' lam: .M‘N d.‘ : yitentiously. ’1 .3 m Collars. Neck Seam. in all the fashion- in keeping with good values. Goat Robes. $6. Wallaby, $35. $50. 87.50. 89. ARMSTRONG BROS. HATTERS AND FURRIERS. No. 96 Kent-st. Lindsay. LEE. FACE f BEHIND â€" M...â€" f -â€"â€"â€"A ROMANCE CHAPTER I. The plague raged in the city of London. The destroying angel had [one forth, and kindled with its fiery breath the awful pestilence, unti London became one mighty lunar- Thousands were swept aWay ~; grass grew in the streets, and the living were scarce able to bury Business of all kinds was Whole streets were shut up, and al- most every other house in the city bore the fatal red cross, and the cm- inous inscription: "Lord, have mercy on us." Few people, save the watchmen, armed with halberds, keeping guard over the stricken houses, appeared in the streets: and ventured there shrank on with averted faces. fell dead on the sidewalks, and lay with their ghastly, discolored face: was ‘ handsome felloVN. too, upturned to the mocking sunlight, until the dead-cart came ratt ing along, and the drivers hoisted the body With their pitchforks .on the top of their dreadful load. Few other vehicles besides these dead-carts appeared in the city now; and they plied their trade busily, day and night; and the cry of the drivers echoed dismally through the deserted streets; “Bring out your dead! Bring out your dead!” All who could do so had long ago fled from the devoted city, and London lay under the burning heat of the June sunshine, stricken for its sins by the hand of God. The pest-houses Were full. so were the plague-pits, where the dead Were buried in cartfuls, and no one knew who rose up in health in the morning but that they might be lying back and dead in a few hours. The very churches was for- saken: their pastors lied or lying in the plague-pits: and it was evcn re- solved to convert the great cathedral 0‘ St. Paul into a vast pliguc hos. pt_.l. Cries and lamentations echo- ed from one end of the city to the other and Death and Charles reigned over London together. Yet in the midst of all this, many seenes of wild orgies and debauchery still went on within its gatesâ€"as, in our own day, when the cholera ravaged Paris, the inhabitants of that facetious city made it a carni- val. so now, in London, there were many who, feeling that they had but. a few days to live at the most, re- solved to defy death and indulge in the revelry while they yet existed. “Eat, drink and be merry. for to- morrow you die,” was their motto: and if in the midst of the frantic dance or debauched revel one of them dropped dead, the others only shrieked with laughter, hurled the livid body out to the street, and the demoniac mirth grew twice as fast and furious as before. Robber: and cut-purses paraded the streets at noon-day, entered boldly closed and deserted houses, and bore of! with im- punity whateve they pleased. High- waymen infest Hounslow Heath, and all the roads leading from the city, levying a toll on- all who passed and plundering fearlessly the flying citizens. In fact, far-famed London town, in the year of grace 1665, would have given one a good idea of pandemonium broken loose. It was drawing to the close of an almost tropiml June day that the crowd who h.(l tizrrn, d the pre~ cinCts of St. Pav'l’s sin-ye earlv mornâ€" ing began to dis;.erse. The NH), that had throbbed the livelong day like I greatheartof'flrein asescf‘oraec was coking from night a: clouds er crimson, purple and gold”! P2293- Walk was crowded. There were court gallants in rufi‘ies and plumrs: ballad-singers chanting the not over- delicate ditties of the Earl of Roch- ter: usurers exchanging gold for bonds worth three times what they gave for them: quack doctors reading in dolorous tones the bills of mortal- ity of the proceeding day, and sell- ing plague-waters and anti-pestilen- tial abominations, whose merit they boldly extolled: ladies, .too. richly dressed. andi-many of them masked: and booksellers who always made St. raul’: a favorite haunt, and even to l I ! Eng 9; 52: to which the Plain a: 83:8- ar, with its confueIOn of tongues and Babylonian workmen, were as noth- fng. Moving screnly through this discor- dant sea of his fellow-creatures came a young man booted and spurred, whose rich doublet of chat-y colored l velvet. edged and spangled with gold and jaunty hat set slightly on on- ? (h of lib head, With “slop: block canary colored kid. perfumed to a degree that would shame any belle of toâ€"day, the other, which rested light- ly on his sword hilt, flashed with a splendid opal splendidly set. with fair waving hair (for he had the good taste to discard the ugly wigs then in vogue) dark, bright, band- :ome eyes, a éiick blonds m a tall and remarkably graceful figure and an expression of countenance wherein easy good nature and fiery impetuosity had a hard struggle for mastery. That he was a coth of rank was apparent from his rich at- tire and rather aristocratic bearing, and a crowdof hangers-0n. fpjlpwed mm as no Went, 19(1de dénfllibihg spur money. girls, singing shrilly the songs of the day, culled boldly to him as he pass- ed; and one of them, more free and easy than the rest, danced up to him. striking her timbre} and shouting rather than singing the chorus of the then popular ditty: "What care I for post or plague? We can die but once, God wot, Kiss me, darlingâ€"stay with me; Love meâ€"lovc me, leave me not!” The darling in question turned hi bright .blue eyes on that dashing street singer with a cool glance of recognition. "Very sorry, Nell,” he said, in s nonchalant tone, “but I'm afraid I must. How long have you been here. may I ask?" "A full hour by St. Paul's; and where has :‘ir Norman Kingsley been. may I ask? I thought you were dead of the plague." “Not exactly. ah! there he is. want." With which Sir Norman Kingsley dropped a gold piece into the girl’s extended palm, and pushed on through the crowd up Paul's Walk. A tall. dark figure was leaning mood- ily with folded arms, looking fixedly at the ground, and taking no notice of the busy scene around him until Sir Norman laid his ungloved and jeweled hand lightly on his shoulder. “Good morning, Ormiston. Iihad an idea I would find you here, and â€"but what's the matter with you. man? Have you got the plague? or has your mysterious inamorata jiltcd you? or what other annoyance has happened to make you look as woe begone or old King Lear, send adrift by his tender daughters to take care of himself?" - ‘ The individual addressed lifted his head, disclosing a dark and rather handsome face, settled now into a look of gloomy discontent. He slightly raised his hot when he saw who his questioner was. “Ah, '3'. you, It: Norman! I had gh- ‘p all notion of your coming, and w about to quit this confound- :d what has deteined‘you?" “I was ob duty at Whitehall. Ar. we not in time to keep our appoint.- ment?" . . . “0h. certainly. La Kasque is, at home to visitors at all hourgday and night. I believe in my soul she doesn't know what sleepineans.” “And you are still as much in love with her as ever. I‘ dare swear. I have no doubt; now, it Was of her you were-thinking; when I came up. Nothing else. cquld ever have made you, look so. digmall'y \voebegono as youfdld, When krofldence sent me to your r‘elief."" -' ' ' ‘ - ' ., ' this day patronize its ~‘prec’i‘ncts‘; and W "I was thinking.“ ban“~ flourish in the regionsof Paternoster young! man: moodily. and BOWMAN!“ Wémém :“l’mman' wh-w' ’fim mtflm 2:181» Bern-unfavogsd; bin 95-... . , Met: with a keen eye to business: are: same-unit" W Kgmgu heel-d tassel-e «do ." - "" ., ..¢' bulbous ”EFF“! .a .i’ we». n- i I A group of trimbrel- . I l l 'm one. Guam-menu: u: m :trucl “a. w. mic}. in to. 49 for s VI 1“ “ .rr. markedr’ibdf the'fudlud you're a foou” "Ormiston, rmlston. "I know,.lt," said O Idea.” end of his cigarette with the tip of his little finger; “the idea of calling in love with a woman whose face yenbavengver seen! I «In “1163' stand a man’s goingto any shard extreme when he falls in love in pro- fasbion, with a proper -.but to go stark. star- ing mad, as you have done, my dear fellow. about a black loo mask. why -â€"I consider that a little too much of a good thing! Come, let us go.” Noddlng easily to his numerous ao- quafntances as he went. Sir Norman Kingsley countered» leisurely down Paul’s Walk. and out through the great door of the cathedral. followed by his melancholy friend. Pausing for a moment to gaze at the gorgeous sunset with a look of languid admir- ation, Sir Norman passed his arm through that of his friend. and they walked on at rather a rapid pace in the direction of Old London Bridge. There were few people abroad, ex- cept the watchmen walking slowly up and down before the plagucstrick- en houses; but in every street they posed through they noticed huge piles of wood and coal heaped down the centre. Smoking zealously they had Walked on for a season in sil- once, when Ormiston ceased puffing for a moment to inquire. ' "What are all these for? This is a strange time, I should imagine. for bonfires." "They're not bonfires," said Sir Norman: "at least they are not in- tended for that: and if your head was not Mile of that masked Witch of Endor than common sense (for I be- lieve she is nothing better than a witch). you could not have helped knowing. The Lord Mayor of Lon- don has been inspired suddenly with a notion that if several thousand fires are kindled at once in the street, it will purify the air and check the pestilence: so. when St. Paul's toils thelbour of midnight. all these piles are to be fired. .. It will be a glorious llluminatfonmo doubt; but as to its stepping the progress of the plague, Iamafrald thstftlsaltOgether too goodtobetrue." â€"- ~~ "Why should you doubt it? .. The plague cannot. last forums.” "No. -‘ But Lilly, the astrologer. who pedictcd “Looming. also fore- told that it would last for many months yet; and since one prophesy hucomemlseenoreasonwhy the other should not." ‘ "Eitcept‘fibs~ simple.“ that there would be nobody left alive to take . it. All London will be lying in the He 3 l i I I I I i l i I I plaguerpits byjlnt time." "A pleasant’pi'bspect; but a true one, I have no doubt. And as I have no émbitlon to be hurled headlong into one of those horrible holes. I shall leave tOWn altogether in a few days. And, Ormiston, I Would strongly recommend you to follow my example." "Not I." said firmiston, in a tone of gloomy resolution. "While La Masque stays, so will I." "And perhaps die of the plague in a week.” "So be it. I don't fear the plague half so much as I do the thought of losing her." Again Sir Norman stared. "Oh, I see! It's a hopeless case. Faith, I begin to feel curious to see this enchanttess, who has managed so effectually to turn your brain. When did you see her last?", "Yesterday,” said Ormiston, with a deep sigh. "And if she were made of granite she could not be harder to me than sht is." ”So she doesn't care about then?" "Not she. She has a little Blen- heim lapdog that she loves a thous- and timcs more than she ever will me." "'1th what an idiot you are to keep haunting her like her shadow! Why don't you be. a man, and tear out from your heart such a goddess?" "Ah! that's easily said; but if you Were in my place, you’d act a:- actly as I do!’ “I don't believe it. It’s not in me to go mad about anything with a masked face and a marble heart. If I loved any woman -â€" which, thank Fortune ! at the present time I do not â€"â€" and she had the bad taste not to .return it. I should take my hat and make her a bow, and go directly and make love to somebody else made of flesh and blood instead of cast iron! You know the old sang, Ormlston: you, " 1f the be not fair to me, What care I how fair the be.’ " "Kingsley, you know nothing about it!" said Ormiston, impatiently. "So stop talking nonsense. If you are gold-blooded, I am not. and â€" I love ex...) ~Sir Norman slightly shrugged his shoulders, and flung his smoked-out weed into a heap of firewood. "Are we near her house?"be ask- Od. “Yondu' is the bridge." "And yonder is the house." replied Ormiston, pointing to a large, an- cient building â€" ancient even for those times -â€" with three stories. each projecting over the other. "Sec! while the bones on either side are marked as pest-stricken, hers , alone bears no aces. 'So it is! those who cling to ,lifa are stricken with death; .and those who, like me. are deeper etc. even death shuns." "Winn"; my. dear Ormiston, you surely are-not so far gone as that? Uponmy honor. I had no idea you were in such a bad way." - “I am ~nothing but a miserable wretch. and I. wish to heaven I Was in yonder dead-cart, with the rest of them-and, she too. if she never in- -tends to love me!" . , _ Omiston spoke. .Wl'tb such fierce earnestness that there was no doubt- ing his sincerity; and Sir Norman became profoundlyvshocksdâ€"e-oo much so. that he did not'spesk again unâ€" til they were almost at. the door. That: he opened. his lips to ask. in s .uodued tone. Mum. for t'r-u...‘ vldcnce to create W" The opening of the door brought to a sudden end this little touch of mar- alislng, and a wrinkled old porter thrust out a very withered and un- lovcly face. “La Hasquc at home?" inquired Ormiston. stepping in, without eco- many. The old man nodded and pointed upstairs. and with a “This way, Kingsley." Ormiston sprung lightly up, three steps at a time, fofloWed in the same style by Sir Norman. “You seem pretty well acquainted with the latitude and longitude of this place." observed that young gentleman. as they passed into a room at the head of the stairs. "I ought to be: I've been here often enough," said Ormiston. "This is the common waiting room for all who wish to consult ls Masque. That old bag of bones who let us in has gone to announce us." Sir Norman took a seat and glanc- ed curiously round the room. It Was a common place apartment enough, with a door of polished black oak, slippery as ice and shining like glass; a few old Flemish paintings on the walls; a large round table in the cen- ter of the floor. on which lay a pair of old musical instruments called vir- ginals. Two large. curtainlees win- dows, with minute diamondâ€"shaped woes. set in leaden mascots. ad- mitted the golden and crimsolllgbh “For the reception-room of a soc- eercss." remarked Sir Norman, with an air of disappointed criticism, "there is nothing about all this. How it is she specs fortunes. anyway? As Lilly does, by maps and charts; or as these old eastern mufti do it, by magic mir- , rare and all such fooleries?" ”Neither," said Omiston; “her style is more like that of the Indian almcchs, who show you your destmy in a well. She has a sort of magic lake in her room, and-but you will see it all for yourself presently." "I have always heard." said Sir Norman, in the same meditative way “that truth lies at the bottom of a well. and I am glad some one has turned up at last who is able to fish it out. Ab! here comes our ancient mercury to show us to the presence of your goddess." The door opened, and the "oldbag of bones," as Ormiston irreVerently styled his lady-love's ancient domes- tic. made a sign for them to follow him. Leading the way down along a corridor, he dung open a pair of shining folding doors at the end, and ushered them into the majestic pres- ence of the sorceress and her magic room. Both gentleman dofled their plumed hats. Ormiston stepped for- ward at once; but Sir Norman dis- creetly paused in the doorway to contemplate the scene of action. A: be slowly did so, a look of deep dis- plesaure settled on his features, on finding it not half so awful as he had supposed. In some ways it was very like the room they had left, being low, large and square. and having floors, walls and ceilings paneled with glossy black oak. But it had no windows â€"t large bronze lamp, suspended from the center of the ailing. shed a flickering. ghostly light. There were no paintingsâ€"so grim carvings of skulls, skeletons and serpents, pleasantly wreathed the roomâ€" neithcr were there seats nor tables nothing but a huge ebony caldron at the upper end of the apartment, over which a grinning skeleton on wires with a scythe in one hand of bone, and an hour-glass in the other, kept watch and ward. Opposite this cheerful-looking guardian, was a tall figure in black, standing motionless, as if it, too, was carved in ebony. It was a female figure, very tall and slight, but as beautifully symmetri- cal as a Venus Celestis. Her dress was of black velvet. that swept the polished floor, spangled all over with stars of gold and rich rubies. A pro- fusion of shining black hair in wavu and curls fell almost to her feet; but her face, from forehead to chin, Was completely hidden by a black velvet mask. In one hand, aquisitely ~ small and white, she held a gold cas- ket, blazing (like her dress) with rubles, and with the other she toyed with a tame viper, that had twincd itself round her waist. This was doubtless La Masque. and, becoming conscious of that fact, Sir Norman made her a low and courtly bow. She returned it by a slight bend of the head, and turning toward his companion, spoke: “You here again, .lr. Ormiston! To what am I indebted for the honor of two visits in two days?" Her voice, Sir Norman thought. was the sweetest he had ever heard, musical as a chime of silver bells. soft as the tones of an aeolian harp through which the west wind plays. ‘ "Hadam, I am aware my. visits are undesired," said Ormiston, with a flushing cheek 'and slightly tremulous voice: "but I have merely come with m friend. 'Slr Norman Kingsley, who wishes to know what the future has in store for him." Thus invoked, Sir Norman Kings- ley stepped forward with another low bow to the masked lady. ”ch. madam, I have long heard that those fair fingers can Withdraw curtain of the future, and I have hat Dame Destiny i. going to do for me." , “Sir Norman Kingsley is welcome" I said the sweet voice, “and shall see I what he desires. There is but one condition; for if he speaks, the.scene he beholds will vanish. Come fora ward." Sir Norman compressedhlsllpsu cleanly as if M was forever ber- . itself at the ' W0" ' sled astonishment W \\ DD. {dill- in and slowly there of dark red the room. the me was rather long in doing so, when it did, he saw nothing at first but his own handsome. half-incredulous face; but a picture, distinct and clear, bewildered eyes. He saw gazed with a lam room filled crowd, many of them ladies, didly arrayed els, and foremost among them stood one whose beauty surpassed anything be had ever before dreamed of. and ermineâ€"diamonds blazed on the Mindful neck, arms and fingers, and a tiers of the same brilliants crown- ed her real head. In one hand oh. held a scepter; what a throne was behind her, but some- thing which surprised Sir Norman most of all was to find himself standing beSIdo her, the cynosure of all eyes. While he yet gazed in min- nnd incn-dulity, the scene fnded away and another took its place. This time a duo- geon-cell. damp and dismal: walls and floor and ceiling covered with green and hideous slime. A small lamp stood on the door, and by its 3. 3 3 3 bottom, and Sir Norman : with a sparkling , splcn. . and sparkling in jew-; She , the robes of a queen. purple ' seemed to be1 sickly, watery gleam. he saw himself 3 again standing, pole and dejected, . mar the wall“ alone; the same glittering vision in purple But he was not 3 and diamonds stood before . him, and suddenly he drew his “cord - and plunged it up to the hilt in her _ heart! The beautiful vision fell like ' - a stone at his feet. and the sword ; was drawn out rocking with her life ' blood. This was a little too much for the real Sir Norman.and with an expression of indignant consterna- tion he sprang upright. Instantly it all faded away, and the reflection of his own excited face looked up at him from the caldron. ""I told you not to speak." said La Masque. quietly; "but you must look on still shotber scene.” Again she threw a portion of contents of the casket into the cal- dron, and “spake aloud the words of power." Another cloud of smoke I at} i I I arose and filled the room, and when i it cleared away Sir Norman beheld a f third and less startling sight. The. scene and place he could not discov- . or, but it seemed to him like night in a' storm. the ground and bound fast together, it appeared to him. As he looked it faded away, and once more his own face seemed to mock him in the clear water. ' “No," said Sir Norman, promptly; "it was Ormiston and myself" "Right! and one of them the dead." u-Dead!00 with a perceptible one. madam?" ‘ "If you cannot tell that. neither can I. If there is anything further you wish to see, I am quite willing to show it to you." “I’m obliged to Norman, stepping back; "but no more at‘ present. thank you. Do you mean to say, madam, that I'm some day to murder a lady, especi- ally one so beautiful as she I just now am» ?" "I have said nothingâ€"all you've seen will come to pass. and whether your destiny be for good or evil, I have nothing to do with it, except," said the sweet voice. earnestly. "that if La Masque could strew Sir Norman Kingsley's pathway with roses. she would most assuredly do ”.00 "Mada, you are too kind." said the young gentleman. laying his hand on his heart, while Ormiston scowled darklyâ€""more especially as I have the misfortune to be a per- fect stranger to you." "Not so, S_ir Norman. I have known you this many a day; and be- fore long we shall be better acquaint. ed. Permit ms to wish you good evening!“ At this gentle hint both gentlemen bowed themselves out. and soon found themselves in the street, with very different expressions of counâ€" tenance. Sir Norman looked consider- ably pleased and decidedly puzzled, and Mr. Ormiston looked savagely and uncompromisingly Jealous. The animated skeleton who had admitted them closed the door after them; and the two friends stood in the twi- light on Ipndon Bridge. DWI. you," said Sir CHAPTEBIL “Well. said Ormiston. drawing a 1:23 breath, "what do you w a ‘ 0’ "Think? Don't ask me yet." In“ Sir Norman. looking rsthc bewild-b ed. "I'mlnsucha state of mystifi- cation that I don'N rightly know whether I'm stand onmyhcad a feet. For one thins. have com to the conclusion that your masked 335.10" must be enchantingly beau- "B’avc I not told you that a thou- sand times. 0 thou of little faith ? But why have you come to such a oouclusion?" "Becauee no woman with such a figure, such a voice and such band- could be otherwise." "I knew you would own it some day. Do you wonder now that I love hen" "0b, as to loving her.” said Sir Norman. coolly, “that's quite an- other thing. I could no more love her for her hands, voice and shape than Ieouldanguremwood or war but I admins her vaguy. and think her extranely clever. I will never forget that face In the caldron. It was the mo", ex uisi W a"... Q my Maxim I "In love with u" Two men were lying on ‘ i Weruis.Convuis I ms mdLoss or SLEEP. es IncSinilc Signature of W NEW ironic. Oastaris is put up in one-d}. Wing}! is is not sold in bulk. De "‘ W" um loll you anything else on the pie. 3 Mk: !' Him“ gm”ud“"fll Mm” peso." 3-8“ that you get 04.33% n. is:- dolls den .1 And prepare for the cold blast of winter. .â€"-.. You will find our stock complete in the way (I all lines of winter footwear. We invite your insPectiou of our range of QGUM RUBBERS exclaimed Sir Norman, . ‘thlCh ‘ ' m in one and two Buckle, also the Snag Proofi Maple Leaf quality. Sole agent for the celebrated ; Maple Leaf Brand Rubbers. ifit‘t- life 3'. l (3'- :'H}’ SLu‘u rw. . e. l . . ‘ ‘ ~ L lr\. \ uni LII Masque :10 n_ I '-\’I>Il(lnr"" ‘ ~ B said I 5 LU I "You had l-ettcr ask er. ' Orims‘ton. bitterly. "She Stems haue taken an unusual l:.:L'rl§t ;:; you at first sight. She \Vu'i‘ strcw your path with roses, for- sm-th? Nothing earthly, I \\'I~'.'ld make her say anything half so [H.dt'f' to me." . Sir Norman laughed and strokedE KK K8¢K his moustache complacemlv. ”All a matter of taste.~ fellow; and tthc women are noted for their perfection in this line. begin to admire La .‘lasquc more and more, and I think you had better-f give _up the .chasv. and let me luL‘n' )our place. I don't believe you have: the ghost. 0! a chance. ()rmiston." hdI-n't believe it myself." said firnnstnn. with :- desperate that happens the Letter. is this?" It was a piercing shriekâ€"no usual sound; the door of an adjoining house lla! what un- and disappeared. ”What's all this about?" demanded Oriniston. -“'I‘hat’s a question I can't upon myself to answer,“ Norman; and the only wav to sch-e the mystery is to go and see." miston, hesitating. "Yet the house is not marked. There is a watch- man. I Will ask him." The man with the halberd in his hand was walkingr up and down Im- fore an adjoining house. bearing ominous red ‘u-oaa and m in- scription: "Lord have mercy upon us‘” . :‘I don't know, sir, was his an- su‘er to ()rmiston. "If anyone lllo‘l’t' has the plague they must have taken it lately: for I heard that there was to thcrc to-night.” yr . ,v- 1 nonexc, 3 l I i . I a. , -. {360; i but until the plague carries me of! | I cannot give her up. and the sooner i the ‘ I I' this mormnc ,' be a wedding A "I never heard of anyone scre;mi- ' ing in that fashion about a wedding” said Ormistou, doubtfully. "Do .VOU . know who lives there?" “No, sir. I only came here myself I W‘Wdly. but two or three times to f “5' I have seen a very beautiful ; young lady looking out of the “in- : dow." Ormlston thanked the man. went back to report to his friend. and ‘ "t beautiful young lady!" said sir 1 ”W“ m. "Then I mean “1'9-..” up and see about it. mob-a". _ ‘15 ywqut ) Mosulollo’wornot. lusts: ! Di .' 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