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(3 on flat this bright October morn: . reposing next to his folded nap- - perpiece." gb, ¥ [perhaps a re ] taken place in an Albert and his own conscience than when he entered the dining-room of his while dressing, he had received a letter inviting him to a quiet shoot at a delightful place in the country. All these things ' blended with happy inconseq to rend Brott contented in mind and affable in manner. "It's"a fine morning, Smith,"' he said cheerily, as he settled himself at the table Shere his "man" was already pouring out the coffee. "'Bee-utiful, sir,'"' said Smith. "Smith!" E "Yessir." "Not even the best English au- tumn weather can stand being called 'bee-utiful." Don't do it. You will open the flood-gates of heaven." Smith laughed decorously. He had not the slightest idea what his master meant, but. if it pleased Mr. Brett to be jocose, it was the duty of a servant who knew his place to be responsive. The barrister fully understood Smith's delicate appreciation--and its limits. He instantly noticed that the morning paper, instead of kin, was placed out of reach on a sideboard, and that the eggs and bacon made their appearance half a minute too soon. As an expert swordsman delights to execute a pass en tierce with an umbrella, so did the cleverest ana- Iytical detective of the age resolve to amaze his servitor. "'Smith," "he said suddenly, com- posing his features to their most severe cross-examination aspect, "I think the arrangement is an excel- lent one." "What arran ent, sir." "That Mrs. Smith and yourself should have a few days' holiday, while Mrs. Smith's brother takes your place during my forthcoming visit to Lord Northallerton's--why, man, what is the matter? Is it too hot ?'--for the cover Smith had lifted off the bacon and eggs clat- tered violently on the table. «Ot, sir. 'Ot isn't, the word. You're a fair licker, that's what you are." Smith invariably dropped his h's when he became excited. "Smith, I insist that you shall not call me names. Pass the paper." "But, sir-- "Pass the paper. Utter another word and I refuse to accept Mrs. Smith's brother as your locum tenens."' Smith was silenced by the last terrible "epithet. Yet he was so manifestly nervous that Brett re- solved to enlighten him before plunging into. the day's news. "For the last time, Smith," he said, "I will explain te you why It is hopeless for you to think of poncealing tradesmen's commissions trom me." The shot went home, but the en- pmy was acquainted with this me- thod of attack, and did not wince. "You knew that Lord Northal- lerton had recently invited me to his October pheasant-shooting. During the last few days a youth, who grotesquely reproduces Mrs. Smith's most prominent features, has mysteriously tenanted the kit- chen, ill-cleaned my boots, and bungled over the studs in my shirts. This morning a letter came with the crest and the Northallerton postmark. Really, Smith, consid- pring that you have now breathed the .same air as myself for eight long years, I did not expect-to_be called on for an explanatign.. Be- pides, you have destroyed a mas- " Sir--". began Smith. oo \; understand; there is no- ken but your reputation. that 'the mere plac- sper at a distance, might have a: chance e 1 opened it, was to my nostrils. "Owing to the reticence of the authorities; -it is at- present impos- sible to arrive at a nite conclu- sion as to the nature or extent of the incident, trey is' quite certain public interest will be much excited when details are forthcom- ing. - All sorts of rumors attain der of several prominent persons being not the least persistent of these. Without, however, giving 'currency to idle speculation eever- al authentic statements may be grouped into a connected form. "Four weeks ago a party of Tur- kish gentlemen of high rank in Constantimople, arrived in Londoa and took up their abode in the house in question, after some struc- tural alterations, pointing at great security - within and without, had been planned and executed. 'Attending these Turkish gen- tlemen, or officials, was a numer- ous suite of Moslem guards and servants, whilst, immediately fol- lowing their arrival, came from Amsterdam some dozen noted ex- perts in the diamond-cutting in- dustry. These were lodged in a neighboring private hotel, where they were extremely uncommuni- cative as to their business in Lon- don. They were employed. during the day at the Albert Gate house. The presence in the mansion, both day and night, of a strong force of Metropolitan police, tended to excite local curiosity to an intense degree, but no clear conception of the business of the occupants was allowed to reach the public. "Whatever it was that took place, the full particulars were not only well known to the authorities --the presence of the police hints even at Governmental sanction -- but matters proceeded on normal lines until yesterday morning. "Then it became clear that a re- markable development must have occurred during the preceding night; as the whole of the Dutch workmen and the Turkish attend- ants were taken off in cabs by the police, not to Morton Street Police Station, but to Scotland Yard; this in itself being a most unusual course to adopt. They are unques- tlionably detained in custody, but they have not yet been charged before a magistrate. "The police, later in the day, carried off some of these men's pev- sonal belongings, from both hotel and mansion. "A sinister aspect was given to the foregoing mysterious proceed- ings by the presence -at Albert Gate, early in the day, of two police surgeons, who were f>llowed, about twelve o'clock, by Dr. Tennyson Coke, the greatest living author- ity on toxicology. "Dr. Coke and the other medi- cal gentlemen subsequently refus- ed to impart the slightest informa- tion as to the reasons that led the police to seek their services, and the Scotland Yard authorities are adamant in the matter. "The representative of a news agency was threatened with arrest for trespass when he endeavored to gain admission to the Albert Gate house, and it is quite evident that the police are determined to prevent the facts from leaking out at present--if they can by any means accomplish their wishes.' Brett read this interesting statement twice slowly. It fascin- ated him. Its very vagueness, its admissions of inability to tell what had really happened. its adroit use of such phrases as 'Turkish gentle- men of high rank," 'Noted ex- perts in the diamond-cutting In- dustry," "The greatest living au- thority on toxicology," betrayed the hand of the disappointed jour- nalistic 'artist. "Excellent!" ~ he murmured aloud. "It is the breath of battle I ought to tip Smith for my breakfast. Had I read this earlier, I would not have eaten a morzel." He carefully examined the page 'at, the back. It contained matter of no consequence--a London County, Council debate--so he too the scissors Ed w ed. The new 'Within | time he had éredence in the locality, the mur-|- t | feeding | . The. rest of the newspaper's con- tents had no special interest for him, and he soon threw aside the journal 'in order to rise, light a "| cigarette, and muster sufficient en- ergy to write a telegram accepting Lord Northallerton's invitation for the following day. Re He was on the point of reaching for a telegraph form when Smith entered. with a card. It bore the name and address-- CA "The Earl of Fairholme, Stanhope "Curious," thought + Brett, "Where is his lordship?' he said aloud--*"at door, or in the street?' , (His flat was on the second floor). "In a keb, sir." | "Bring his lordship up." A rapid glance at "Debrett" re- vealed that the Earl of Fairholme 'was thirty, unmarried, the four- teenth of his line, and the 8- sor of country seats at Fairholme, Warwickshire, and Glen Spey, In- verness. The earl entered, an athletic, well-groomed man, one whose lines were usually cast in pleasant places, but who was now in an unwonted state of flurry and annoyance. Each man was favorably impress- ed by the other. His lordship pro- duced an introductory card, and Brett was astonished to find that it bore the name of the Under-Sec- retary of State for Foreign Affairs. "I have come--'" commenced his lordship hesitatingly. But the barrister broke in. "You have had a bad night, Lord Fair- holme. You wish for a long and comfortable chat. Now, won't you start with a whisky and soda, light a cigar, and draw an easy chair near the fire?' '"'Pon my honor, Mr. Brett, you begin well. You give me confi- dence. Those are the first cheerful words I have heard during twenty- four hours." The earl was easily manoeuvred into a strong light. Then he made a fresh start. "You have doubtless heard of this Albert Gate affair, Mr. Brett?" "You mean this?' said the other, rising and handing to his visitor the longer paragraph of the .two he had selected from the news- paper. "That is very curious," said the earl, momentarily startled. But he was too preoccupied by his thoughts to pay much heed to the incident. He merely glanced at the cutting and went on: "Yes, that is it. Well, Edith-- Miss Talbot, I mean--vows that she won't marry me until this beastly business is cleared up. Of course, we all know that Jack didn't slope with the diamonds. He's tied up or dead, for sure. But --no matter what may have become of him--why the dickens that should stop Edith from marrying me is more than I can fathom. Just look at some of the women in Society. They don't leave it to their rela- tives to be mixed up in a scandal, I can tell you. Still, there you are. Edith is jolly clever and aw- fully determined, so you've got to find him, Mr. Brett. Dead or alive, he must be found, and cleared." "He shall," said Brett, gazing into the fire. The quiet, self-reliant voice steadied the young peer. He check- ed an imminent flow of words, picked up the newspaper slip again, and" this time read it. Then he blushed. "You must think me very stupid, Mr. Brett, to burst out in such a manner when you probably have never heard of the people I am talking about." "You will tell me, Lord Fair- holme, if you get quietly to work, and try to speak, so far as you find it possible, in chronological se- quence.' _ (To be continued.) Bi A fellow 'never suffers from ennui till he gets tired doing no- thing. : In society it is much easier to do the proper thing than tbe right thing. : Every church has a nave, but, unfortunately, it isn't, always spelled that way. If misery 'loves company it's up 'everybody to get' married. Mipy's'man'starves to-day while Ga -- If the average man has any vir: tues he feels like 'them. v.08 ', nothing like the knife for ing the. baht 'the hopes of to-morrow.' } apologizing, for ih TO HIS DAD. ~By REX MoEVOY [Mr. McEvoy will write for this paper a scries of letters from the west. They will appear from time to time. un- de: the above heading, and will give a picture of the great Canadian west from! the standpoint of a young Ontario man going out there to make hisway. These let- ters should be full of inte.est for every Ontario father. ] Heron Bay, Ont., Aug. 9th. My Dear Father,-- Perhaps it would be well to ex- plain the shakiness of my hand- writing before going any further in this letter. Although everybody iu our car is in excellent spirits, we are all sober. The fact is, however, that in spite of the little movable table which the porter has fitted up for me, the motion of the car occasionally makes my writing ra- ther shaky. They are great little tables that fit into the side of the car near the windows and they are supported at the other end on one leg. They come in useful for all sorts of things. We use them as dining tables, and just now an old man and his three sons just across the aisle are playing a game of cards on their little table. They are going out to take up some of the irrigated lands of Alberta which are watered by the C .P. R. irri- gation canal. 1 got acquainted with them through mother not put- ting a cup in my valise when she packed the grub for me to eat on the trip. I borrowed a cup 'r 1 them and traded two bananas for la cup of coffee and some dried beef. They are a fine jolly crowd in this car, and there is all sorts of fun all the time, especially at meal times. I am mighty glad already that we decided I should come out west this summer, even if I don't stop here. Why, I never realized before what a big place Ontario is. Of course, that big map of the Dominion hanging on the school- house wall, showed that the Prov- ince was some size, but here I have been travelling along for pretty near twenty-four hours, and we have to go over fourteen hours more before we get to Manitoba. We cross the boundary at Rennie, just 1161 miles from the Union Sta- tion, Toronto, where you saw me off when I climbed up into this car in the Canadian Pacific train for "HEAD = Stop It 1n 20 minuies, without a harm to any part of it oyorea : "NA-DRU-CO" Headache Wafers Ea NATIONAL DRUG AND CHEMICAL CO. OF CANADA LIMITED, - EXTRA GRANULATED SUGAR The hest results are then assured. Ask your grocer for Redpath Extra Granulated Sugar. knows then that you want the best. The Canada Sugar Refining Co., Limited, Montreal Established in 1854 by John Redpath. He used to go to Winnipeg by ox-cart. I saw my first real live Indian to-day. There are lots of lakes all through this country, you are hardly ever out of sight of water in this part of Ontario, and just as we passed one lake I caught sight of an Indian tepee on an is- land, with a squaw bending over a fire. There was a birch-bark canoe --the genuine thing--drawn out of the water and lying upside down, close to the tepee. You go for miles and miles in the train with- out seeing anybody, and then you may come on a little clearing with a little bit of a wooden house, un- painted and looking more like a box with windows than a house. But there may be a flag-pole along- side, where the Union Jack is run up on holidays. The children who run out of these cabins and wave at the train, as it goes by, seem quite glad to see someone, even if it's only to shout 'howdy,' as the train rushes by. We passed a grave to-day. where, I suppose, some settler is buried. It was all alone in a small cleared space among the trees and bushes. It looked awfully lonely in that wilderness, but there must have been someone to think kindly of the man who is taking his last rest there, for a wooden picket fence had been built round the grave, and a weather-worn wooden cross stood at its head. Say, Dad, I do wish you could have been with me this last half hour. We have just come into view of Lake Superior. All day we have been rolling along be- tween fairly high hills. Just as Vancouver. Do you know, Dad, for all they! talk of the West, we have a good line of country in Ontario. We didn't see much of Muskoka, as we | passed through there at night, but | I woke at Muskoka 'station and raised the blind at my window and saw the trunks of the nearest trees looking ghostly in the electric lights of the station. Behind them was black mystery. Of course, 1 couldn't see much, but it looked as though the folks that go there for their holidays ought to get a pretty good change from the cities. At breakfast time, on the first morning of our trip, we were in the Sudbury district, and it's some- thing to make wus throw out our chests, and feel proud to think that the richest nickel and copper de- posits in the whole world are right here in Ontario. Moose Mountain Kange is close here, too--the great- est known iron range in Canada. This ought to be a great manufac- turing district some day. There is not much timber round the line just near Sudbury. The trees die when they get to be six or nine inches through. Poplar trees grow about twenty feet high and then they die, and everywhere you can see these young trees cov- ered with dead, shrivelled leaves. Low bushes give the only touch of 'green to be seen, and everywhere there are rocks of all kinds, sizes and shapes. There are rocks that you could play duck on the rock with, and others that are bigger than our barn at home, with all sizes in between. It must have been a tremendous job putting the railroad through here. It seems likeg. railroad ilding was what mother gays woman's work is--it's never finished.. Every little while we pass & gang of: men who are busy doing something to the track. They build culverts of concrete géctions and turn screams through them, then they fill in solid all und them; so that'a number of little bridge have been done away with, © g trestles have been filled in the same way with solid Bani 'in 'some places thirty or orty deep. nd i feet hig! i alleys on these high banks. re'is a stream in the bot- , the rail ay cut a The 'line ¢rnases | tN shadows of evening were com- ing on we turned down the valley of a river, and suddenly came in full view of the wide expanse of Lake Superior. It was grand. The lake was a bright blue, far out to the horizon, where a blue moun- tainous island loomed up. In shore, a hundred feet or so below us, the waves were dashing in snowy breakers on the rocks. All about the lake were high, rolling hills, their wooded sides bathed in the mellow ruddy light of suis:t The track here winds in ard out around the hills, and sometimes goes through tunnels, while at other times it runs along a precipit ous wall, at the foot of which the waves constantly dash. For some reason, the view of those great hills, and the mighty lake in the sunset light made me think of us singing Abid» Wits Me' in the church at home, especially that verse: "Swift to its close ebbs out hLfe's little day; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away; Change and decay in all around 1 : see ; O Thou, Who changest not, abide with me." Perhaps it was the thought that the waves of this lake were dash- ing about that distant island, and at the feet of those hills, for un- told centuries without change, that made me think of the hymn. It was a sort of glimpse of cternity. We are running on with coa- stantly changing views of tne lake, which is disappearing in the gath- ering night. It is immense. [ would sort of like to hear the hum of the separator at home now, and 1 'can imagine that you are about hitching up Nellie to go to the post office. Well, I must say good- bye now as the porter is beginning to make up the beds. Tell mother I will write to her. y Your loving son, ¥ vo JUN ---- UPSET HIM. 3 Hub (angrily)-- 'What ! Thirty- five dollars for that new hat? You wr WAR AND BRITISH CREDIT. Boer War Increased Debt Eight Hundred Million Dollars. In 1899 the debt of Great Bri tain stood at the lowest point since the Napoleonic wars, and for fous years Government bonds bearing two and three-quarter per cent in- terest had sold at a premium aver: aging about ten per cent. Thea came the Boer War, increasing the debt by eight hundred million dol. lars and making the total nearly four billions. "This,"' the edito: of the Economist recently observ ed, "was the highest point since 1867; so that the national saving: of thirty-six years of peace were swept away by national borrowing: during three years of war." And in April, 1903, interest on consolq was reduced to two and a hall per cent. For a good while consols have been selling at a discount of abouf twenty per cent., and in the middle of July they dropped to seventy: eight and a quarter--the lowest price in eighty years. The drop was attributed to apprehension over the Morocco situation--which naturally raises a question as te what would become of consols il there were: a real war scare. Money cannot be had at two and a half per cent. because there are too many competitors for the world's savings. The relative pric- es of British two and a half per cents and French three per cents suggests that investors do not like a very low-rate bond, even at a discount. The more important point is that about a year of actual fighting with a handful of Boers caused Britain's debt to increase three-fourths as much as twelve years of fighting with Napoleon at the height of his power. That suggests the colossal destructiveness of modern warfare. --k GET POWER. The Supply Comes From Food. If we get power from food why not strive to get all the power we can. That is only possible by use of skilfully selected food that ex- actly fits the requirements of the body. Poor fuel makes a poor fire and 1 poor fire is not a good steam producer. "From not knowing how to select the right food to fit my needs, 1 suffered grievously for a long time from stomach troubles," writes a lady from a little town in Missouri. "It seemed as if I would rover be able to find out the sort of food that was best for me. Hardly any- thing that I could eat would stay on my stomach. Every attempt gave me heartburn and filled my stomach with gas. I got thinner and thinner until I literally became a living skeleton and in time was compelled to keep to my bed. "A few months ago I was per- suaded to try Graps-Nuts food, and it had such good effect from the very beginning that I have kept up its use ever since. I was surprised at the ease with which 1 digested it. It proved to be just what I needed. "All my unpleasant symptoms, the heartburn, the inflated feeling which gave me so much pain dis- appeared. My weight gradually increased from 98 to. 116 pounds, my figure rounded out, my strength came back, and I am now able to do my housework and enjoy it. Grape-Nuts food did it." Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. A ten days' trial will show any. one some facts about food. Read the little book, 'The Road to Wellville," in pkgs. 'There's a reason." : =. shh 0 letter ? A row om told me hats could be bought from |