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Nobody was surprised, of course! Nobody ever Is on such occasions. Everybody knew that something would happen--which is always a safe conjecture. But what everybody did net know concerning the latter thrill was the real reason. And herein lay the cause of the emptying tea caddies. Unfortunately, Miss Davles was In London attending Christmas meeting over "fallen girls," so the mystery remained unsolved. But the weed of suspicion grew Into a lusty tree. Again, and in louder tones, the question arote: What happened on the island? It was known that the Rochdales and Mrs. Stockley were deeply upset, the latter exceedingly wroth; but the two most affected kept their own counsel. The only ray of comfort to Barbara In her wretchedness lay In her aunt's absence. The relations between her mother and herself were of the coldest. Mrs. Stockley never forgot her position as a beacon, nor her Honorable Grandmother's gracious act In establishing her own identity with the county. This marriage between her daughter and Darbury's future squire had been her dearest ambition. Now, for no tangible reason, this ambition-- revived with the girl's return--was hurled to the ground. Not easily could Mrs. Stockley view the dashing of her hopes. The scene between them had been Btormy. She had wept, cajoled and upbraided, exasperated by the other's irrevocable demeanor. "You are throwing away what many would give their eyes to possess I" she cried at last "What will people say? There has been enough talk already. You confess you still care for Hugh--" "Oh, yes, yes!" Interrupted Barbara Impatiently. "But that's not sufficient. It's not a woman's love for a man; that's quite a different thing. I know." "Don't talk like a novelette!" her mother broke In querulonsly. Then, suddenly, her eyes narrowed and her thin face sharpened. "How do you know?" she asked meaningly. Barbara was momentarily off her guard, not realizing her slip. The other woman pursued the advantage. "Answer me, Barbara! I have not hitherto pressed for the confidence that was my due--in spite of the gossip which has come to my knowledge. You owe it to us all, now, to give an account of your life upon that island. Did anything happen there to cause this step?" The girl stood looking down Into the fire, uncertain of her reply, for a few moments. Her mother gave a little click with her lips. "Ah!" she said decisively, "we thought so!" "Thought what?" cried Barbara, turning sharply. "That there had been some nonsense between you and that nwn, unchaperoned as you were." The girl's eyes smoldered ominously, and she set her teeth. Her mother, exasperated by this reticence, continued with Increasing anger: "I ought never to have given my consent. I always knew he was an unscrupulous type of man--I never I trusted him! But you at least should have known better, after your very careful upbringing. If his Ideas were loose--" "Stop, mother!" Her quick anger mounted. "You don't know what you are saying. He was the soul of honor. And because of It I--yes, I grew to love him with all my heart. I couldn't help It. I shall love him until I die," she cried recklessly, throwing herself into a chair and burying her bead. "You mean to say," asked Mrs. Stockley sarcastically, "that It Is the soul of honor* to take advantage of a girl's lonely position? To lure her from the man--" "He did not!" She sprang angrily to her feet; then realized, too late, the wisdom of Hugh's warning. Her mother laughed Incredulously. "Then you gave him your affection unasked? You behaved like a sentimental schoolgirl--threw yourself at his head, in fact?" Anything was better than exposing Alan's name to the fate awaiting It If the truth oozed out. She caught at this straw, anxious to end the ordeal. "It you like to think so. He certainly never--asked me to care for But I couldn't help It," she redragged through the day* Occasionally her mother forced the subject open again. "If Hugh ever wishes to renew the engagement," she said once, "I Insist upon your doing so." "I couldn't possibly, mother I" "Why not? The other man la dead . . . Yon can't ruin your life over an Infatuation of that sort. . . The Rochdnles are such old friends," she moaned, another time. "You don't consider how I miss thent--how this all affects Me!" "But you can continue your friendship. Why not?" askfcd the girl, having grown unaccustomed to Darbury habits. This, however, was contrary to all custom; and a certain estrangement between the two families began, as a matter of course. . . . Barbara tramped the common In all weathers, consumed with a restlessness that would not let her sleep, unable to find peace of mind In any occupation. Coming back from one of these tramps two days before Christmas, she noticed. In the gathering dusk of the short afternoon, a woman's figure standing near the lake, a small child in her arms. With a casual glance, the girl was entering the cottage gate, when she heard her name uttered low, like a faint exclamation. She turned quickly, peering with puzzled brow through the gloom; then recognition dawned in her face. "Jenny? Jenny Grant!" She remembered she bad not seen the girl since her return. "What are you doing, Jenny? Home for Christmas?" she asked kindly, presuming her to be now in service somewhere. There was no reply; and, aware of the shyness of such village maidens, she continued: "Where are you working now?" "I--I ain't got no work, Miss Barbara." The voice trembled on a sob. Barbara glanced at her quickly again, and realized the child's presence. A dim memory of one among the many chotce morsels recently recounted for her own benefit returned to her mind. . . . "Oh, Jenny!" she cried Involuntarily ; then stopped, as the girl, hiding her face on the sleeping child, burst into a passion of tears. Taking her arm, she led her to a seat placed near the lake, saying nothing until the fit of weeping had subsided. There was no need of words. In Barbara's face and heartfelt exclamation Jenny bad read the knowledge she bad learned to dread awakening, mingled with a sympathy she had never yet encountered. Of her own accord, at last, she began a stumbling explanation. "'E was a sailor, miss. . . . *E was goln' to marry me, but was ordered sudden-loike back to 'Is ship; an* then 'e--'e got the 'monia an' died, ... But 'e would 'a' married me, all right! *E would!" She spoke with a defiance which the listening girl understood well. "We was wrong. I know," she went on, "but we was young an*--an'--partln', an'," with sinking voice, "I luved 1ml Oh, miss! I^did, indeed 1 . . ." The hand on her arm tightened Its grasp. "Yes, Jenny. ... I know . . ." Then for a few moments she fell silent, reflecting upon the varied end extraordinary results--the high re?_ him. peated. Thus It was whispered from one bosom friend to another throughout Darhury that, during her sojourn upon C^beWoi ,JL olood World's Best Medicine Have Good Hair And Clean Scalp Cuticura Soap and Ointment w'FT**' Work Wonders Two^WlhtTli^Itfdh-. r*h," Jenny replied "t-Hwa an aunt there wot would 'elp me over Christmas if I could afford to--" She broke off. swaying forward and nearly dropping the child. Barbara took him from her. "Jenny," she asked, "have you had any food lately?" "I ain't 'ad--non%, today--mis*," came the whisper; - With all Alan's suddenness of puppose, Barbara rose, supporting the girl with one arm and the baby boy with the other. "Come with me," she said. , Mrs. Stockley, making out a Hsf ef necessities for.a systematically organized parish tea, presently listened aghast to her daughter's Impetuous explanation and extraordinary request. "That girl! Jenny Grant! To stay In my house? My dear Barbara, I won't hear of such a thing! Whatever would people say? A wicked little-- where Is she now?" "Martha is giving her food. She was7 starving." Her mother gasped. She rose uncertainly, as If on the point of frustrating this disposal of her goods; then something in the girl's expression caused her to resume her seat. "Oh, well! She can have some food. But then she 1ft. to go, Barbara---" "Where?*-- Mrs. Stockley fidgeted with her writing paper. "That's no concern of mine. Her mother must look after ber. Your aunt will be back tonight. She will do something--" Barbara waved this idea to a place unmentionable. "Will yon lend her money to reach Edinburgh? I haven't got enough loose cash--" Certainly not! I might never see it again." The girl abruptly left the room at, this point, with another impulsive re**:; olutlon. Half an hour later, after extricating her charges from Martha's distinctly grim ministrations, she rang the beU at the "House of the Moor," and deposited them In the friendly arms of the housekeeper of that harbor where all were welcome. "Mrs. Field won't mind," she said. "I shall be back soon." She hurried away across the dark paths; then turned along the road leading to the vicarage. "Surely the vicar will help," she muttered to herself. "If only I had the money handy myself--** Down the road skirting the wall, a bicycle lamp came flashing. A dark form flew past the girl; then, with a scraping of brakes and rattle of springs, Jumped off and hurried back. "Ah! Miss Stockley I I have wanted to see you. . . ." The vicar's voice sounded unusually subdued. "I was Just coming to see yon, Mr. Home," Barbara replied. "Really? Ahl I am very glad at that. I hoped you would." "Why?" she Inquired; la genuine surprise. "Because--well, to be candid, I have felt much troubled about you." "Indeed?" she said, as he paused. He wheeled his bicycle nearer and spoke somewhat hesitatingly. There was that about Barbara, nowadays, which seemed to check his bland platitudes. "I have been genuinely pained," he continued in his pedantic manner, "at your continued refusal to take up your old work In the parish, and your absence from church. Both have been a real grief to me, as they have to your mother. I am overjoyed, therefore, if, at last--" "No!" she Interrupted. "You are mistaken. I--can't do--either." He gave a deep sigh. "But--my dear Miss Stockley--when one's duty lies plain--" "Mr. Home!" she Interrupted again, a note of suppressed passion In her voice, "If you met a blind man, would you send him as guide to a party of tourists?" "Er--no," he said, bewildered. She laid her band on bis bicycle, and the passion rose in her hurried words. "Suppose your whole life--your thoughts, your motives, tastes, ideals, faith--had been taken and changed; then whirled around and dashed to the ground, so that--so that you were broken, crushed, blind--groping in the dark--could you teach children their creed? Or train young girls to be 'guides'? Or--or kneel In church snd worship a God whom--If He exists at all--.von hate?--yes, hate!" "Miss Stockley--I" Poor Mr. Horn* ww -tendered speechless. • Barbara seized the opportunity of forwarding her original purpose. "I wanted to see you, tonight, about Jenny Grant." "Jenny Grant?" 1*. echoed, still dazed. In a few sentences she scquainted him with the facta. He looked at her. by the light of his bicycle lamp. In yet more astonishment; then, with an air of profound melancholy, shook his head and sighed again. "They are chapel people. Miss Stock tB(«- dlffervnce of * <$Sut surely--,! Whi doeB.*St*ake! few "ton .dig** fla'iftisultf aits" matters. If we begin lending •MHMf' to those who are but suffwisg ftto rewards of their sins--& ws «|$terage them to expect--" £ Barbara turned away. "If only Mrs. Field were htref* SkS muttered Involuntarily. "Mrs. Field? I saw ber at the station--" "Saw her? Then she has come back? . . . Good night, Mr. Home!" Before he could open his Hps, he found himself alone, the sound of flying footsteps In his ears. Still feeling distinctly dazed, he took off his pincenez and wiped the glass, before mount* ing his bicycle. . . . Yes. very wrong! Whatever the trouble. It was being taken In quite the wrong spirit. But one must be broadmlnded; one must not give up those In sin and darkness. He would send her that .... „ Jfe- VI An anchor at last, Ir * meretlses seel .• Thus did It seem to the girl stnmbllng hurriedly across the dark common. The windows of the house biased forth a pathway of welcome, long before !ts refuge was reached. Then a bright-faced maid opened the door; and that subtle sense of radiant warmth--which is only possessed by a house or person when the spirit of It is at the helm--stole out and enveloped her. . . . With a long-drawn sigh she entered the cheerful hall. One swift searching glance at the sharpened white features of the girt harrying up the stairs, end the woman those "Ohl I Love Him to. • * ^ ' in the fur traveling coat cauglif the extended hands and drew her close Into her arms. ' "Oh, Bab darling!" came the cry from her heart's depth. A convulsive clinging of thin arms; no words were needed. . . . Here was, at last, the blessed peace of Understanding. . . . When the door of her den was closed behind them the elder woman raised the girl's face and looked long into the sunken eyes, with those deep gray ones which bore such resemblance to another's that Barbara caught her breath. She remembered once thinking his lacked their wonderful tenderness. But she had seen it grow there--Intensified. . , "Ahl" she cried, "how I wanted you I" "I want to keep yon here for Christ* mas," Mrs. Field said. "Will you stay? * am leaving afterward. Miss Davles traveled back with me,; so your mother does not need you." She saw the flash of unutterable relief cross the girl's face, and turned to the door. Within a few minutes a letter had been dispatched to Mrs. Stockley, Instructions given to the housekeeper, their outdoor clothes removed and tliey were back In the little sittingroom. Mrs. Field knelt and poked the Are Into a bright blase, then looked up at the silent figure beside her. Her eyes followed those of the girl toward the writing table and the photograph upon It. . . . And she understood. She rose to her feet. And all the peculiar magnetism, which drew people of every class and creed to this woman, shone in her face, seemed to vibrate In the hand she held out. As the other canght at It, the sealed chamber of her tortured heart burst open In one agonized "I love him . ; Oh! I love him so, . . •" •V*'".* ~ ' "And--he, Barfrara?" "He--loved me." Barbara abruptly held eat her left hand. (TO BB CONTINUED.) rhopd Is like poets and J*® it U born and not made, up iftwo- kinds ot brothertfiirtmnds people who are and one that binds > Are comrades in arms. Is the assertion ©f a writer In the Baltimore Sun. The lirst is a product of taste and the other a product of partisanship. In both cases we love our brother for the same reason that we enjoy victuals that agree with us. All religions impose an obligation to love fellow believers. All civilised men make some effort to encourage a spirit of fraternity. Yet one Is at liberty to doubt whether any of these, efforts has materially altered bumanr relationships. True, any club or lodge or other organization may bring together kindred spirits and thus widen each man's ae^J' quaintance among his own kind and add to bis happiness; but if one who finds the organization's members uncongenial is by some mischance enrolled among them, neither pledge of brotherhood nor sense of duty can make him like them more. Blood brothers fight; the fact of their brotherhood cannot make them congenial. If these cannot love one another in conformity with the obligations imposed by their kinship what reason is there to believe that men of different breeds can 'earn to love one another merely by willing to do so? The man who has a sincere desire to love his fellows may rid himself ; of the selfishness and narrowness and conceit that now conspire to give him lone-wolf complex, and may In humility and patience reconcile himself to all mankind; but to the last he will continue to avoid persons who do not agree with him and to court those whose opinions dovetail with jbls. The ego admits to brotherhood only those who confofm. You do not in truth love a comrade In arms; you love yourself and your cause, and accept him es a brother solely because he Is grinding your ax. Love isn't a product of will or pledge; it happens. ^ Maroelou* Sea Pian^*' One of the most thoroughly equipped sea-going expeditions ever organised Is studying the mysterious Sargasso sea, originally discovered by Columbus. This remarkable sea is covered by a huge gathering of seaweeds, a floating mass of vegetable growth extending for nearly 260,000 square miles, around which the North Atlantic slowly revolves. Numerous air bladders, like small berries, keep the plants afloat. Seaweeds thrive chiefly In the 100-fathora limit--within 000 yfeet of the surface--but small and ^almost invisible forms are found everywhere in the ocean. Round British coasts a primitive variety is seen 4n the bright green and hair-like "crow-silks"; but no essential difference exists between the small weeds f "and the itumense growths found in 1 "Pacific waters. Thicker than the itrunk of a large tree, the gigantic istems of seaweed near Tlerra del Fuego attain the astonishing length of 400 feet. Huge fronds resemble the spreading leaves of tropical palms. There are extensive sub-ocean forests of kelp, and floating Islands of weeds swarming with live animals often measuring 8 feet from base to tip. Seaweeds multiply chiefly by means of spores,' but near land render unique assistance. UftOffir. \ •>*? *X*X*X«X+X*X*X*X*X<»X*X*X*X«X<frX*X*X*X*X*X*X«X«X<9>X*X*X* Not the "Lumberjack" Dentist Had Thought "How Oe You Knewf solves and sacrifices, the Impetucns, hot-headed folly, the loss of all principles-- achieved by thqt "terrific fore®." . . . "What has happened since--?" She glanced at the child. My aunt sent you to a 'home,' I think?" the Island, Barbara Wame'theVctlm bu7thl' hTl.T' A,!ef7*nl 1 «ot<*™k; of an unrequited passion. This added I'ave 'lm wl™™ In'™ Wn'X same all along, l'te bin out of work now \\T 'lm fur weeks, an* all me money well-nigh gone. 8o 1 cum 'ome to mother, an' she--she's turned me away." . . . The «obs broke out afresh. "I--dunno w'ere to go nor w'at to do ... I wish I wis dead! I was wonderln', there by the lake. If--" "No. no, no! Don't say It, Jenny! We--we'll think ot sometiUne." p*. spice to the mystery, while whet>1ng curiosity. Did her companion never guess? Could any man. In such circumstances, be so blind--or so platonic? Curious glances followed her; voices were lowered when she appeared; a constraint became obvious in her presence. . . . Well aware of it all, she threw It off with a shrug, scorn adding to the inise^y of her heart as she A certain dentist lived In Quebec who charged bis patients not by the amount of work done, but by their capacity to pay. One day a crew of lumberjacks came in from up the river with a boom of logs from the timber regions of the North. One of the men suffered from a toothache and consulted the demist. After making an extraction the dentist regarded the logger for a moment and then, when the bearded man from the woods commenced to feet for his change, he asked him what he did for a living. "Oh, I usually work around a mill," was the reply. "Then your charge will be 60 cents," said the dentist. The logger hauled from bis pocket a huge wad of currency of staggering denominations and commenced to finger the bills. The dentist was amazed. thoMsfet.. wM iei worked around a mill," he said, as he rummaged In his cash drawer for change. "Weil, so I do," said the logger^cSlmly. "I own the mill." The dentist subsequently learned that the "poor logger" that he had treated for 60 cents was John Rudolphus Booth, one of the richest men in Canada and outstanding lumber magnate ef the continent*--Forbes Magazine. Marriage* at Sea A marriage performed by the captain of a vessel at sea is recognised as legal, thongh this recognition la based upon custom and not any specific legal enactment. The captain joes not issue a license, but does issue a marriage certificate. Such a marriage could he proved by means of the "log" of the vessel (the ship's journal) on which such S marriage Trained Mouse -tnhf> Tierney, a night watchman In a factory in Geneva, N. Y., claims to have been successful in training a mouse to come when called, the call being the rattle of his dinner pall at midnight when he gets ready for his dinner. When the mouse made Its first appearance he gave It some bits of food, ne<t night he rattled the lid against the pall and In a short time the mouse appeared and was fed, and each night since he has found t be mouse appearing shortly after the dinner rattle was sounded, so he claims a mouse may be trained to do a certain thing and repeat it over and over if one appeals to Its appetite and Is patient Doesn't hurt one bit! Drop a little Treesone" on an aching corn, instantly that com stops hurting, then shortly you lift it right off with lingers. Your druggist sells a tiny bottle ef "Preezone" for a few cents, sufficient te remove every hard corn, soft corn, or corn between the toes, and the toot calluses, without soreness or irrltatta*. 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It is nature's great helper in relieving and overcoming kidney, liver and bladder troubles. A sworn statement of purity is with every bottle of Dr. Kilmer's Swamp- Root. If yon need a medicine, yon shenld have the beat. On b'j at all drug stores hi bottles of two sizes, medium and large. However, if yon wish first to try this great preparation send ten cents to Dr. Kilmer & Co., Binghamton, N. Y., for a sample bottle. When writing be sore and mention this paper. A man's headache seemi i fOpd "deal worse when he didn't have- toy fun acquiring it JLife Devoted to Romance centered round the life of John Henry Blackburne, the noted chess player, who died at the age of eighty-two. In his youth he was employed in a hosiery store, but was discharged because he overstayed his leave while chess-piaying in London. He then devoted himself to his favorite game and when he toured the country his brilliance aoon found reward, tor he was bailed as a chess genius, says the Kansas City Times. 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