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calling because he felt that somethin Es import was in the air in keeping with the hour nd the drawn blinds, with the silence of the big house, she felt asf her heart had stopped heating, 'ae if her head were sud- denly wheeling round and fo Then she opened the door and went down the big staircase, which invited, nay insist: ed, on dignity in the using of it. He wae standng in the doorway of the drawing-room with ie arme behind him, looking for her com How would it be half an hour hence? - He took her two hands in his ae she reached the landin and drew her into the room and ki "I may, mavn't I?" H said, and there was the joyousnees of a certainty in his * wvoice, the certainty of being loved, as he loved, which bridges over every conven- tionality, even in Piccadilly, and his words, his voice, his having kissed her. filled her with pain, and a horrible feel ing of impotence to carry out her task. "After all, why should I?" she eaid to herself. "If you don't, if you don't," said another voice, which had no time to tell Sveryihing that would happen, because ain, remorse and terror, hope A i lence were eo mingled that she could not hear, what it said. But she knew it was threatening, and that eome- thing within ineicted on her telling, be- cause of the man who stood there. Any other man it would not have mattered so much, but her good angel wag close to- day, her good angel and love were friends and in the face of happiness, she grew strong. "You know, don't you, that I love you, that 1 want you to marry me? Oh, Ju- dith . .." He clasped her hands in his till he almost hurt her, and his strong, {rue, honest young love Nae shining in hie eyes so that it dazzled hers. Yet the sheer force of love seemed for the moment to dissipate every emotion in -both of them that was not noble; he would mot let passion have anything to do with hie love for Judith, and she, it seemed to her that sacrifice of gelf-at thie moment wae the only thing that could raise her to his level. 8he looked into his eyes and tried to read there what he would say a few mo- mente hence. "You do not love me, Hubert?! Her words were as good ae a consent, and he took the inteheity of her search- ing look to be the result of her emotion, although he had pictured. a different scene, in which she laid her head on his breast, and nestling up to him, whisper- ed, with girlish timidity the words he wanted to hear, We all, in our imagination, take 'our cue from things we have read, and he had read somewhere about a girl wha had hid her head in a man's waistcoat, and whispered, "I love you?' so that he had to stoop to catch the words. Instead her eyes seemed drawn to hie as if by magnetism. "Do I? What do you think?" "Would you still care even df--even someone told you something about med He did not tell her that several people had told him thinge of her, advised him to be careful, hinted at her being fast. But he had not cared. He had alwaye been reckless and daring, but it had been confidence in himself, not reckless. nese, which had made him epurn "all these suggestions, confidence in hie own judgment of a woman's character. He didn't believe that Judith was fast, not more than in the way that all her set, and hie for the matter of that, went the pace. He wouldn't have cared to marry a woman who wasn't quite up to date, but he didn't believe that ehe was fast, not in the sense of immoral, and he had put down all that had been said to jeal- ougy, jeflousy of the men who didn't want him 'to marry the prettiest woman yin London, jealousy of the women because of her 'beauty. He remembered that al ways he had been friends with a girl someone had said something, "I should like to know who could say anything of you to me.' She gave an odd smile. "No one could tell you anything woree than I am going to tell you my Bek She eat down oneone side of the table, and he knelt, with one knee on a chair, on the other. Between them rose a huge ergne, hideous' of design, but very valu. He being fashioned by Boviero, full of "I won't hear it. . I haven't told you * yet, 'I want you to marty me, Judith,' and you haven't actually said 'yes," not in the words 1 mean." "I can't, Hubert, inlees you hear me.' Now suddenly she rushed into it ae hardly knowing that she whe telli him, what she was saying, tearing her happi- n into shreds, one rips a piece of stuff in two, only the tear made ho noise, on the contrary the silence held in it . something awful. Was it only the aep- halt that deadened the wound of the traf- fic outside, or had 11 traffic stopped? The cervants--were they all dead, . that mone came or went? And Lady Glaucourt, wae she still asleep? No bell downstaire, no telegraph boy, no shop wagon leaving a purchase at the door, no cry of news paper boys, only at the back the chinp of WpPArrows, ! room given over to 'ow by the drawn blinds, by the awnings outside, en over to a golden, hazy shadow, like the russet rich backgrouods of antiqué pictures, and the flies on the . ceiling seemed stationary as if they lis- tened, her own heart beating seemed to at in her ears, and the man breathing eavily, leaning forward now, two nds elutching the table, while he still tin the arm-chair, his eyes looking iy drom her to one of the veiled win- because he could not bear to meet eyes, because of the shame he would gt. in hers, because of the horror she ald in his. them, murmured like an if y a woman of hi RTronndings, beneath 8 gaze d women and Shildren Jop ted by painters, with the. ga ume of afting ron a room hung with els over carpets soft 'as wood: Buhl which Serre and reposed- knick- ip, never in of | dentl had was the sense Gla mas ine th which b reco HE 3 touch t placed them Pr leer 55 onthe (while wo: fotice): . 7 ] ore do, Tne this seemed the awtul thing he had ever heard, while, without baitig aware of it, he Ww telling himself that when this sort thing 'happened the woman Away somewhere, not he seen labe What waa gelf, unconeciously, was had for the moment swamped the grief at his own loss. It no longer seemed & loes, since it was no longer a desirable possession. Never once did the thought of Harryihe her in deépite of it come to him--net once, And as she told him, the horror of it seemed to etrike her for the first time, the Nauseating character of it. As ghe told him, she seemed to see it all again, the big country' house, the moon gleaming through the window curtains, to hear the creak of the ancient boards in the corridor, the footfall Dearing the door, to feel again the beating her heart, the strange Jumbing of her body, whils emotions and desires awoke which neemned like the completion of some novel she had read, wid an awful, yet irrevoc- able climax, and then , . . the months in ham 0 they said, and then . . . the return, ap- parently a girl, yet with the yearling pain of useless, vain motherhood in her heart, and the empty arms which dared not clasp the repudidted guerdon of her jell ghagfly it all seemed to-day. Then, the event had seemed to preclude some by the sengibility. Now to-day, nothing mained. but ite eickening ' echo, 8 hich seemed to call mockingly = from jungles thick with poisoned weed, where the sun never penetrat Once he uttered almost unconsciously : "But it was not your fault, yow couldn't help it, . And hope returned again, fleeting, evan- escent, like the sun in March, leaving a dead cold shadow behind. Once he ground hie 'teeth, and muttered: "The brute -- the low cur . Then, at the' end of hor recital he &tood up and came to her, and laid his hand ou her shoulder i don't. know how sorry 1 am' for yo And by his very voice, he knew that all was"over, and he sat there with her face in her two hands and moaned. In the impulse, it seemed, futile to plead, to ex- plain even, any further. 'And you know that no one-no one will ever hear it from me--never. It was good of you to. tell me-1, inom Whai, it must have cost you, some day things will look oben Ww How woefully lame everything he said, sound: ed, and he wanted to gay &o much; that he didn't really blame her, that it was not her fault. and that she must try and forget. Yet becaueé the words would not come, because the large beautiful room which made the right setting to the wo- man, seemed to suffocate him, he eaid only: "1 am sure that you want to be quiet now, to lie down and rest, and try and forget all about it. I'll go now, and then --if you want me at any time, send for me; you know will _ always be your friend, don't you?" And Lady Judith rose. sion on her face he cculd not read, the despair imprinted there by the sudden realization that this was the beginning of retribution. All that he could not read, because for weeks past he had been read- ing something else, and he could not un- derstand the new hieroglyphics. "Yes, perhaps I had better lie down now a little." She emiled, almost laughed, and he wondered how she could! She. held. out her hand. He held it for one mo: ment, then he dropped it, In @nother moment he had gone. She heard his step acrose the tesselated hall, she heard the footman, who always sat there, open the door, and she heard it elam again. She had one impulse to rush to the. window to eee the last of him, ae he walked past in that breezy way of 'his; with his cdat-tails flying like wings, bear- ing him onward to triumphs untold. But she couldn't., She hadiammed to to gtone in: wardly, outwardly, rible drama wae over, and it seemed a tame ending that ehe should walk acroea the room and mount the stairs again, as if she had only been entertaining a calles. But there was' * 1 Jess tame ending than even she. ehs- Phen the door elammed on Sir 'Hubert Gresham, it closed on another, a new and more awful Lady Judith. a Lady Judith with a dead soul within her. GHATPER Vv. "He-did come, didn't It wae not %ill they het 'zoated in their victoria, one of thofe high backed ones which were, by the bye, invented and made the fashion (like eo many -other things which respectfible and even very religious women imitate), by a "cocotte" in Parie, that Lady: Glaucourt put' the question which her lips 'werdq burning 'o ask Lady Judith, Except for a slight pal. lor, that eould have 'been attmibuted to the reat of the day, which, notwithstand- ing the hour, seemed to 'have concentrated in ed haze of glare-on the constantly impeded traffic of Piccadilly, there were no traeesd of the half hour of mental and almost physical agony Judith had epent in the drawing-room, and she was looking away into the street with an almost in- solent look, as if she questioned the right of great wagons to stop them at every turn, and criticized the policemen, and the Board of Agriculture, or whatever government department looks after the traffic. For England is peculiar in that the name of its department has rarely anything to do with ite occupation. One would never be surpriged to hear that it was the business of the Home Secretary to attend to Foreign missions, and the on gatiiation of emigrants, or of the War Minister to jispect school booke .and almghouses. And Lady Glaucourt, as ehe asked the question looked a little iff at her profile. The loveliness of it ately ceased to have ae much effect - her mother, as its expression of. feel: mi . Fhe. wae 2 much gore J Jost mother and di auger On on having fadled, 1 t wes mm to be; and on the other, The new. expres. ido penesy Lad. ae with want of appreciation of - th which ihe had "respon. yrs face of his unready speech, his. want of] Pari, where she had gone to study art,| the kind of man a family keeps every- No choicer. or purer. sugar '* cdn be produced than St.. 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But since she allowed her to go; it was characteristic of Lady Glaucourt that she a certain decorum. Judith had heen ac. companied by exactly the right eort of Jerson, apd the story had never tran- TWhon the girl returned, her mother re- ferred to the episode once and for all, "It ig all very disgraceful," she had eaid, "and I trust it Jay never occur again. Pléace remember that I know ~Tothing about it, that I do not wish to know, 80 that if anyone ever acke me I can speak tn truth when I say that I know no: t There had bee: no tears, and the men- tal and physical anguish the girl had pagsedy through seemed presently to be long exclusively to Paris, to some strange metaporphosie of herself resemb- ling a transfiguration and which had no- thing whatever to do with London or Piceadilly, or: even her life. lived and died without knowing. He wae thing disgraceful from, and it was 'won: derful, eonsidering what a very fine char: acter he had, that so many disgraceful things did happen in his family without his knowing it. If he had known he would never have held up hie head again. And to her mother's question, which ir. ritated her, because che knew it was com. ing, she answered: "It you mean Sir Hubert Gresham, yes, he came. "Of course I medn' Sir Hubert. Well" A blcek, which this time Judith thought a merciful interposition, brought them alongside of a Sarsiage with another mo ther and daughter whom they knew. The fhomentous question gave way to. the us. ual remarke. "Did you ever see such a thing?" "No, we are not going.' "Gone off dreadfully, don't you think?" "She? Oh. dreadful. They say he is in despair." { "Another?" "Appendicitis." "All Married 'women.' "Chamberlain en de say. - "Twenty thousand ger 'Constance Morlan "Marlborough House. 5 "Paquin, "Jt wae. not #1 they ot far away be yond the parke on the way to the garden party at Roshampton to which they were driving.' that her mother asked the ques- tion again, this time mote pointedly. ni lh fl mean tO say thal he said no- thin "He said a gread deal." "You are always so Provoking, Judith. Of couree, since' you want the dots on the i's, I mean did. he propose? Certainly af- ter the way you both talked on 'the ter. race at the Bradmere's, one felt that there could be nothing Jott 4c or you 'to talk about, unless he B opoged Judith gave a little 'bitter laugh. «Jt seems that there was something left to talk about, for we talked for quite an hour, and then he went." "Went, and didn't propose." Lady Glaucourt's face expreesed disappointmeént,. and with the feeling that after all her mother had a right to know, and that whatever anguish it was to her to talk about it, it would have to be got over, and that this time was ae good as any other, Lady Judith 'went on: Yea, he proposed." Inwardly Lady ,Glaucourt ejaculated: "Thank goodness. "So. Yo are = aged, dear; I am very glad." 8he laid her hand on Tudith's without affection, but with appreciation. ; I am rot engaged, if I had been I Rt have told you. A moment of terrible silence, while Lady Glauconrt tried to pd 2a Se words in which to express intment, while Judith felt De eo a er guess. = Then in lower tones, Juistent, almost Bicpered, uttered with lips: all her it--wae it about th o* ae it was afiout that." Lady Judith spoke too, with dry lips. her voice was hard, and she emphasized the word "that" Bitterly It would always be "that" now in her mind. Surely her mother had no need to ask But she had long ago real- ized that their relations to each othe were different to that "between herself ther women, eh other dared as ha 'there was nothing move. t "|fical economist was a gid WO. | philosophy. saw to it that the episode passed off with | Her father |. ments on the | cessible for the first A than one elge. At that a ; when her mother failed to spare: her, she hated he the dct 1 that she hod told fod her that : ntario villag called barks of the a or onion: is father w Jltogerher, Although an ar 1 spran, some b- eh 'the TD ridge. As a boy the coming 'He was a good student at the university students did days; teaching School. After graduation at Queen's he ent, in 1884, to Scotland and took post- graduate work at Glasgow and inburgh . Universities, repeating his record at Queen's by bécoming in each institution a medalist in| His long vacations he spent tramping through Great Bri- tain and continental Europe pick- ing up first-hand knowledge of Old} tions. His interest steadily con- centrated on political economy, and, returning to Canada, he was, in 1889, appointed lecturer in = tical science at Queen's, and years later he became pr or in the same subject, the chair even- tually being endowed. by the late Senator Gowan and other admirers of Sir John A. Macdonald, hose name it bears. Meantime, if. 1888, Prof. Shortt married - Elizabeth Smith, M.D., who has herself become well known for her services in directing the in- terests of Canadian women into helpful channels: His Books. Prof. Bhortt is a well-known writer on economie and yrical subjects." Some years ago he con- tributed to the one) oF the Can- 4 Prof. Adam Shortt. adian Bankers' Association a series of 'articles on the development of the Canadian banking and gurrency systems which represented an i mense amount of research and which were much discussed. Per- hape his best-known contribution | to 'current problems is his "Tm ial: Preferential 'Trade from a a adian Point of View,' a study of the British sitMation. It re- vealed his in freedom. of trade, coupled with recognition of the fact that wide variations of in- dustrial and social conditions make it impossible to maintain that any one fiscal system is expedient for all times and places, and also his faith- in the efficiency of autonomy as the only enduring basis of Im- perial co-operation and unit; In his Life of Lord Syden "'The Makers of Canada' ital Prof. .Shortt describes the course of events in the momentous days of the establishment 'of responsible goverment in Canada. . with Dr. havior Archivi collection of co 1791, many of .8chool at Walkerton, and he '"'pub [himsel _through'" Queen! . as mosh se | Boe panion of. "St. . Michael and St. 'George in the Coronation favors, eH en HOW PARIS WAS SAVED 'BY THE ENGLISH. World social and industrial condi- | gresses, history. The equip: ado of slaught. WO would these t make retreat hie of the at the thi er at. | more front of ni | his men 'ond volume By It t, Chas. X M. Bice. The inside facts al about' the famous | retreat from Mons in Belgium, aré slowly coming out "Retreat which no Englishman likes to nounce, but it has gained an orable meaning by The retreat of General Fremch and his army from Mons, is, one of the grandest and most brilliant mili- tary achievements in the world's the war pro- is a word TO- on- nt, exploits. hi adds a brand new page to British gallantry, and puts the name of Sir John French on the [co highest pinnacle for military ac- complishments. charge of the' against his little army was the mightiest and fastest cyclone of the great stru wards Pons nals of war have ever known. Allies and 'Germans had just touch- ed "mits,'"' in the parlance of pug- ilistic nomenclature, before the slaught began, and then the enemy with = overwhelming numbers and Germans. = il to- an, ng the an- "The on- rushed in with a born- lows they had been saving If OC that makes Britain gasp, and the: world wonder when ap- prised of the. details of that: great but the oe frantic al rush of the disciplined army "the world has} ever Fnowm. a a man to have kept: his head i the the 'event were a vat prize fight, with only a knock-out at stake, instead up for over forty years. Germany had calculated that this first round would be a knock-out and probably no army in all history has ever taken the beating and lived through the milling, keeping its legs and head, as did army through' the thirteen awful days in which the their lightning strokes. It was an all but irresistable on- the English the Germans put in General French had stood his ground and fought, in all | probability it would have "| lean knock-out, for he had greatly | inferior 'numbers; if he' uld be ably annihilation. Foot-work 'and 'a cool head, side- stepping and - protecting his body haye been the tactics.of a great ring fighter. . French followed been a ran 'it complete rout,and prob- exactly. But the | thin Mons, was not greatest and ost n all that, asi hhilation of Sand men, | 'that the wo t that the En, lish and 'met in battle having onl ou. ; 9%. oa 1 ermans first at Mons, the English arrived on the .scene e, and were informed the day by the French that #*There are Hok than" two German, co General Fi and de come to he scene » The strong French line had .gone Feanen's army" of 80,000 held out 8 army of 80, eld ou against the. oncoming tide of Ger 'mans. Ci Ten thousand Custer acret all rolled into one were at' hand or a rout such as history'has never he- fore known. ' Some must stay an. fight, while the others fall back and prepare the trenches. Thi ; task may be realized i 5 consider that there was artille: 2 move and thousands of tons of sup! plies and ammunition to be trans ported in autos. There: were horses to save, and + the roads would hold only so 'much 'traffic, and there must be no jams, cool heads must plan it all. me must fall far bebind and dig Sretichs es, Bo at the retreating hide and put up their ey nightly fight with the Germans, Others must have time to eat and ~ sleep, and the wounded must: be Taken sare oan these things. | ; were done per: and no general in history aver bad 4 a peril 'was dashing about ev his auto, and measurin Bt Sn Je tend knew not only the exact strength _ of his own army but. the strength of his apponent as well. The lightning blows. sent in "by 'the Germans were terrific, Ninth Lancers were mowed "down like 'grass, the 8th Hussars were almost wiped out. = Bullets flew around General Fremch as around - A the most ordinary soldier. For ) thirteen days inthis great runnin battle, he kept his men as headed almost ws. himself. At Le A the English reached the Marne. ' This.gave them a chanée for much - needed rést, but the Germans were tired out, to. The cool foot work of the English had exhausted them; they were tired out trying to. hit the atiy. foe which: always eluded = The German' general, "You Kluck, made his' mistake, he turned his flank to the English, intending ta before them, and move over, : £6 Join the grmy of thé German ., Crown Prince and advance on a ris. French 'was' watching, and ] at Von Kluck had dropped is guard and had exposed his j jaw, and' the 2 bad Delis spatrer, the. man whose fi armies; :| struck like a flash. ' The. tan off their 'guard, received 2 blow ; ost rr ! s 8,000 soldiers in taxi He and' autos came to back up. e En He General French's Li ly fr aged hasidf ful of Engds first expedic lonary force. CHAS. M. BICE: Denver, Maras 30, 1015. "iv 80 live I was Amie | forgetting me,' 8 she entered he's par