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2 oo e winter, sev wi Rat an 'the Suniversary of "their Yel. ulian ne rf Nteradty hay a shil- ling in his pocket, his wife gravely and u 1 ; and suddenly there game' n him 'the impulse to 80 to Rac wen STE 1 Wumble myself, if 1 ' satisfaction of letting her ow that she was right, ines she may do something for me; at least I shall know * whether she is working nst me, and if she 1s, I won't spare her!" ' t hen he called at the well-re- 4 edo ffice the porter gave him the' 2 Informatio that Mrs. Marnock was: not there. ane dons co come often now, sir," he "She has been ailing a bit this! or, and is abroad somewhere in: 1 hear parts; Pop that is what ear." Bryant thanked the man and gave him a smile. He remembered the last time he pad entered the office, and how beautiful life had seemed to him then. He had only gone a few Yards down the street when the porter ran after ive her the Oh, sir, I beg your pardon, sir," he said; "but I've Just heard Mrs. Marnock's come back, She is in Londen: You know where she lives, don't you?" "Yes," sald Julian Bryant. Again acting on impulse, he hailed a 'bus and was carried westwards. There was something new beating in His heart, something that dispelled for a little While the wretchedness, It was hope. For if she were ill and suffer- then perhaps this would be the moment in which to approach her. She had been good to him, she had shown him kindness more than any other erson in those days when everything d been taken from him so Suddeniyy he only wanted work, not favors, on thé means of earning a life for Buel? and for one dependent on him. He made his way by degrees to her she lived in one of the most house; he had dined at fashionable quarters; this house twice in th had b alive, and he had been summoned there to discuss his future, The luxury, the beauty, the wealth contained in this house had said very little to him then because to a certain extent he had been accustomed to such things; but now, as he stood on the doorstep, the remembrance of this wo- man and her power mocked him anad he almost turned away. Necessity was however 80 pressing that he set his lips and put his heel on his pride. He was not destined, how- ever, to see Mrs, Marnock, as he was given the information that she was not well enough to receive anyone. She! was confined to her room. "Will you give me a message, Would you like to write a note?" Julian Bryant said "No" at first, and . then he changed his mind, Ves, T'11 write." sir? He sat down at the table in the wide, gpacious hall, so charmingly arranged, having treasures on the walls; it was scented with flowers, a glimpse of -an- other world, He did not cho his words, he wrote like a man distracted. it: want you to helv me; I've tried v and everything has gone You were once very good 1 disappointed you. I'm sorry; but just because you were: good to: me once I want you to give me .an- : pther . chance. I've come to my last penny. God knows what will happen if I don't ot something to do. I don't ask you to take me back into your office, but a word from you would give me work somewhere else. I ask you to speak that word" He signéd it with his full name, and | his hand trembled as he inscribed her's en-the envelope. He hardly knew where he walked when he left the house; he was agitated, nervous, unhappy. Now that he had written to her he felt as if he had dane wrong, and yet--and yet, man will clutch at a straw, and unless he had help, he, too, would go under, perhaps never to come to the top again. He found himself after awhile in Ple- cadilly, and gave a great start when someone hit 'him on the shoulder. Turn- ing, he faced a man he knew well, a former chum, one of his old regiment just howe from India on leave. "You are the first of our fellows I've struck, Bryant. What are you doing?--- nothing? Well, come along, we'll have 'pég' first and then we'll have lunch. tow hice it.is to be bacl in the old country!" In a dazed gort of way Julian follow- ed the other man into a club, "It was jike a glimpse of old days to sit at a well~ appointed table, to hear regimental "Shop," to talk over old times and old friends; and out of this there came .a uggestion. s Tho man home from India was too tactful to express the sympathy he felt for Bryant; neither could he offer as- sistance, at least not the assistance which he felt pretty surely was what the other man needed; but the shabby look of his former chum, the misery in Julian's eves hare him dread nis, and he would not let his guest go till they had talked things over and he had ma de ation prohise to meet him in a couple aw he wrote saying that he i a inner and that his chum nding in with him, and with the Snolosed came the suggestion. n't you learn all there is to know. A sta * he wrote; and then he added, "I fay be on 10 & good thin in next week at Kempton and if se shan't forget yo Don't -be stuffy It La, old chap; you know we must one ano Hi A to ne in many 'ways when 1 first E ht Jullan Bryant told as Eh hings were changed, and tha I fo ie 3 gorse a an aE pronticesin Or Wor! t te Tuck, T'11 be able 'ore long," oing to learn ae eh Tittle shand nod- cheque he, "Why Fo Te oh In pr? % yore: "and h went out in the Sonal Jay. kiss: Lf saying | went out and came in. a WOR : id ly hel ot Jr Nos ingly lost the trick of ; not el. ly 3 0 ! cruelly hard veo u ise f Ek Hd cause 0 change a. 40 Shans silence, that milan sllence, aia more than disappoint, it burn The fact that he had nt him- self to write and soliett; her- help em- in ttered Bryant times a day he tor tated him&elt With the recollection of that letter. He did not hesitate. to | curse the woman to whom it had been addressed. And then one day the. papers. put out in large letters the news that Mrs, Marnock was dead: her millions gave her a place of importance; her deat was @ fact of public interest. Juliant Bryant réad the ne quick pan re) it was followed Ya trange sense of | relief. The humil ation was lifted from him. Her silence was now explained. 'She must have been too ill to write. He Nas 'sorry he had misjudged her. Death [is the great leveller. Nettiar he nor his wife spoke of ihe dead woman when they met that ni, nor did they ever discuss her death. he very name of chael Marnock power to stab them both. The young] wife had never known exactly "what words had been Spgken in that most re- markable interview; but she had a quick imagination. She could guess. Anda many and many a time of late Enid had forced herself to confess that Mrs. Marnock's flerce denunciation of their marriage had at least the merit of com- mon sense to recommend it. any rate, she always shrank from the mere recollection of Rachael Marnock., Enid no time nor chance to read the pa- pers, so was ignorant of the fact that everybody was talking about Mrs. Mar~ nock and the money she had left. The will had made a sensation; there was 80 much money. The wonderful be- quests to charity, the almost {ironical disposition of der fortune, was the theme of the momen Unlike his bi) Julian Bryant knew of all this, and that his heart would bé sore with envy as he read the names of those whom this death had enriched was oly natural. Her relations, her secre- taries, her servants, all those who had "worked for Rachel Marnock had been remembered, even some of his own kith and kin (people connected with the dead woman through her marriage) were mentioned as benefitting by the will, Although he was doing splendidly in his new work, and the promise of earns ing a steady wage was drawing daily nearer, the hitterness that had crept into Julian Bryant's heart still poisoned him: he was always sullen now; ~ his wife saw less and less of him, he even, forgot at times to kiss her when And little - by little there stole into Enid's mind the suspicion that there was an element of mystery underlying her husband's changed manner. She grieved for her lost happiness, but there was a touch of. natural re- sentment in her sorrow, She did not un- derstand why Julian should treat her so unkindly, unless indeed he had lost all love for her, and she would not let hen self think this yet; still, their life was so different. Ther seemed to be nothing she could do for Julian. He put her aside so completely. She knew nothing of his work or of his prospects, He seemed to have a god dedl of business about which she knew nothing. Letters came frequently, but he put hem in his pocket unopened to be read when he was alone, Once as she was looking at him noting 8 | with a pang at her heart how tired he 1X as, and how his good looks had faded, their eves met. There was such an agonized expression. in the man's face that Enid's lips trembled. She rose, erly: going across, she kissed him ten- erly. "You are worrying about something," said. "Dearest, my dearest, won't tell me what it is don't imagine things." Julian an- swered, and he spoke roughly; but he caught her tp him and kissed her as he had not kisséd her for a long time, and a flame of happiness ran through her, radiating all that was- dark for just a little while. 'IL want you only to remember that 1 am here" she whispered to him = un- steadily--"that I love you . , that I would do anything for yo Julian, any ting, my dear one; anythin His voice was not thd as he swered her-- "I know it," he said, and' his voice was strange and hard. She drew away from him, and all was dark once again, for it seemed to her as if her loving words had carried hurt to him instea: of comfort, That night he told her he was going to the country on the morrow to be tested in his driving; he might be ab- sent all day. ¥nid was up to give him his - break- fast, and she sent him to his work with a loving kiss, and a blessing, felt if not spoken, and then she went back to bed again, for it was very early, and she cried a little while; she was so un- happ Sha' Jearned over thé man she had Tare just as a mother yearns over a ohlia. felt her Souiage fading Slowly away, She was beset with anxiet hat could she do? How a she help him? How bring back a semblance of R heir lost happinsss? - After she had risen and dressed she roused Herself The litte le bo ome 'had to Abie Tor ullany "work play ® ons with his cloth And ae Enid went. dusted, and even scrubbed, 'her heart was with him, She determined to mee Him with smiling face and plunnea. to Sh fe LL LR { } ws and a I she an- Marnock's | if 1 Bi the first hot resen ed, her r thought w ot shot "through him; the he! polities. The contrast: between Eng- was ex Tabi th the 5 her. x0 much spoken 'trouble: al those th ad drawn her husband 80 sure She knew him so well read into his heart and grery hase of. 'and "m MBE have signified 1 She bY longed to t hi arms lie to ins. 'hin her 10 hold his Hired 2d on. hy her a or she knew the 0 uest. Love or herself inar fr derful %ove!) was fighting now, mot LA agains e grimmest de "He will never do it!" she sald' to herself, "never! never!" She rose, and ak up the letter she slipped it back into the coat pocket, and then she stood a moment wit clos. ed eyes, lifting the coat in her and pressing her lips to it as though it were sentient and responsive: then she brushed the tears awa; 0 sat Jorn and thought deliberately. Hapbll lian was not coming back till ae inere were so many hours in which to think and act! (To be continued.) Se MR NORMAN ANGELL IN FRANCE, Tells of His Experience in That Sorely-Tried Country. Norman © Angell, the world's peace propagandist of London, has | been here in France, where he has been 'shut off from the outside world in 'a small village, Of his ex- periences he said: "Soldiers, soldiers everywhere. It was impossible to get away from thems I was living cheek by jowl with them, occasionally 'sharing their food, sitting round the camp fires and discussing the war and land and France as regards the sit wation is striking. 'fn France there is not a Samily that has not suffered : privation, ruin; or loss of a member, mostly the breadwinner. The checks of wealthy persons remain uncashed Someone goes to Paris with the intention of returning home . the next day, and is swallowed up. A week passes, and nothing is heard of him. We are told that the train service is still excellent, which means that a four hours' journey is accomplished with luck in 16 of 20 hours.' Angell recited some of the ru- mors. current daily. I "Your local paper tells," he said, | "quite seriously that the Russians have entered Berlin. and that Pots- dam Palace is in ruins. Then you get. datk hints that whole French regiments are demoralized and that ghiters and men have been executs ed by scores with n distinguished general thrown in. "German spies 'are arrested everywhere. 'Advertisements are being ruthlessly pulled down by the town officials on the ground that they contain some subtle form of German espionage. "Yet, the soldiers with whom you. hobnob are models of good humor apd kindliness. Sometimes they are the most unmilitary of mili- taires, good, honest, bourgeois; running to fat and a partiality for | sleep after meals. they hear of German barbarities they become inflamed and pray foe a chance '5 avenge them," eR Take Notice. A specialist claims to he able make hair grow on a bald head ty rubbing it frequently with a Turk: ish towel. - It is barely possible that | fuzz off. Paw Didn't Know. But the moment | the towel has given him} nf false encouragement. { Germany, at 1844. He was brought up religious home atmosphere studied at Liepzig, later becomin, a professor at Basel Universi Switzerland. As a camp steward in the Franco-Prussian War he con- tracted a nervous disease, and from youth to his death he was a nervous wreck, dyspeptic, addicted to drugs. He died in 1900 insane. His books, which caused a genu- ine sensation in. Germany, were published between 1872 and 1888. He has long Veen an accepted figure in Frederich wine Nieuzsene. Germany. His wosks are read by all students. - But in England and 'America, where his' books have crept in as if by stealth; he is not taken seriously . Christianity Greater Folly. | som, as the baser the more pious; he has all the more 1 need of Christianity. i That passage has a terrible hu mor about it, just now! Then again-- g 'Every elevation of the tree man has hitherto been the work of an atistooratio societ; ind op wi it always be--a a long scale of Ee Lautn nk and differences of worth among human beings, and requiring slavery in some form ther.' "Boldiers: and thei always a much higher mode portment towards cue workmen and their emplo; present, at least, all militarily ! tablished civilization still sands' high above all so-called industrial sent form, i8 in general the meanest mode of existence that has ever been." : 16 is just possible that the Devil has released Nietzsche's oul from the mild torment of fire, to take him over the fields of Belgium, to see rea- , and letters placed on j Shop is' in New % number, over 100,000. An egotist is a man who expeots a woman to marry him for himself, alone. 0 ; Once in a while much money that he feels Ae ean abe ford to be me '| civilization ;' the latter, in its pre his countrymen believing what he. believed: #ad to look on the scarred towns. wlisre a few weeks ago there flourished 'that meanest: form of existence." ! BE na : NOTABLE WALKING STICKS. Late King Edward Collected Over Three Thousand, The collecting of walking-sticks was his late: Majesty's favorite hob-/ by; his most treasured stick being. one which was regularly earried by Queen. Victor. © This remarkable Ina word, Nietzsche believed that | tick was fashioned from a branch Christianity and Democracy, the pillats.of our life; Were the great- est of human follies. Both systems held the average man, the humble 'man, the modest man, as the ideal type; and so put the brakes on pro- Both Christianity and Demo. 'eracy. preserved the weak and forced' the strong to give of their strength to the weak. Nietzsche's ideal go- cial arrangement, was one in which there would be a huge, moral, help- less slave class mastered by a small, | active, progressive class, which did | u not aim at the equality of all class- es; but at the ultimate production, 'at the top, of Superinan! All this based upon an amendment to Scho- pehhaver, which - Nietzsche called "the will to power." The idea took at once in 'Ger- many, where, as a matter of fact, a | hugo mass i under tho heel of a| : he's began. teaching it. . And | this great mass, who "nn pass legis: | = lation guy ig censorship ra i [ of the Boscobel oak which once con- cealed Charles II. when escaping from Cromwell's soldiers, Queen Victoria. had it altered somewhat, and a little idol from Seringapatam was inserted as a knob. . King Edward's collection of walk- 'ing-sticks, of course; included: all sorts of designs. 'It wasa fact, how- dver, that he preferred as a sale an Indeed, his' fondness for this particular design ] ordinary crook shape, gave not a little impetus to its pop: ularity. just the' right "pros portions, so that you get a clear, bright' light without a trace of sm lor F:gmoke, = = = | =] = = = =] == Rayo lamps are easy on the 'eyes--- soft and stel y=ightup awhels TOOM. Made of 'solid brass, | nickel | i Dealers everyw ere carry Rayo lamps-- . various styles and sizes. \ROYALITE OIL is best for all : 'Talking of fations walking-sticks and their owners, Messrs, Henry Howell & Co., who are probably the largest: stick 'makers in the world, recall a curious story o the he op} nous trick which Charle's" king- 'stick played: on that horn mo i § Tor t 1 ! arch, for during the famous trial at Westminster Hall the head of the stick fell off. ; Bygone monarchs were: very fon of walking-sticks,; and Queen Eliz beth puthers to an unpleasant use: a has 40