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FORSTER Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat Gradhate in medicine, of Toronto. University Late assis stant New York Ophthal- mic and Aura) Institute, Moorefield's Peis and Golden Square Throat Hos- tals, London » Eng Gs Watatioc Ht. Steatfora, Phone$é? Will be in Listowel the first Monday in the month, from 10 a.m. to 4 p. VETERINARY R. J. MILNER, V.S., B.V.Sc, , u Office with Sol. n Weber, Mill St. Phone 296. Residence, Bay St., Phone 368. INSURANCE. CHAPTER XV : hen Bill itage reac es hace discovered that had and it was pain and her. Afterwards, in the society of Hannah Preston, she made up for this unnatural silence. “The first minute I set eyes on ‘Im you could ‘ave knocked me down with me own duster, you could. "Ave- you seen Miss Sally?’ I says, and the Major ‘e looks stiff as a blank wall, and ‘e enys, ‘No, and ‘ow should ‘ave seen, ‘er,’ ‘@ says. ell, Han- tah.’ (Mrs. Callender’s h’s were like currants_in a bread and butter * pua-|° ding. 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As not knowin word about it, and make mischief is a thing I never did yet, and never will do, and don't hold with neither, so there I stands, and there he stands, and ‘e says: ‘When will she be back?’ '‘o snyg. And 1 say? "I'm sure I couldn't say, Sir.’ “Will she be late?’ 'e gays, and I eg a bit and says cheerful like: ‘8 to. be late, Sir, with alt shopping: she “ad to do." And a after a bit, off he goes, and not_best pleas- ed about it. And I thinks to. myself: “Well it is for Miss Sally as she’s got a considering sort of person in the house instead of one of these fligh- ty, chattering girls.’ Magpies ‘I call -‘No one can ever gay as "ow I made mischief,’ I says: to mayne, and aye the same to fou, Hann Mrs. Preston set her heuyy ‘face, “T don’t hold with covering things up, Ellen,” ahe said. “TI don't hold with it, nohow. Speak the truth and shame the devil is my motto, and those that carries on with two young men simultaneous is gg for trou- ble, and trouble they’! Bill got Etta Shaw's telégram a- bont an hour after - his r ' to Town. He had gone to hfs room at the War Office in a bad temper. The) telegram did not eweeten it. It was myrye aelons. and he hated, mystery olning Fritzi"—where, and wi —Iin Heaven's name why? And then the enub dlrect—"‘on no account in- proof of its effec Fairvill roness of endache or = ee —John Nihon << 75 « Linimen “Have used Minard’ t Croup; found nothing equal Chas. E Sharp, Ha Hawkshaw, loosens dendly ari of ' eoldia in th: ‘othroat aadeh chest, The following lett ners are the best ne re to it—- N.B." MINARD’S “KING OF PAIN” ow 'LINIMENT n terfere.” That cut. Bill did not ad- |mit- that ft cut. He covered the wound with anger, the anger of a man who is struck by a friend. The | blow fell on the old wound and rous- el the old resentful pain. He told himself that he washed his hands of Sally Meredith. This was the second time she had told him to mind his own business, and, by Heaven, elit should not have to tell him that or anything else again Major Armitage wrote late, his | ott. Altogether Etta Shaw j have considered that her had enjoyed quite a succes Next day Bill lunched with his cousin Eleanor Farquhar. She was his favourite cousin, but she found woula telegrarh him a none && easy guest of -the y nd 1 order They lapohed. tete-a-tete, a is | the aay. of Bill's fined | to ee tongue, Ellen Callender, ag none can ala the leo: brain busy, his face Hke a thunde, | titled in; and the girl will get into cloud. Clerks had their heads bitten/ trouble for that. Farquhar, arta a iilfams rang up. At firet otra of the clip- oat incon speech, Armitage’s changed. Seat fon Major Armitage? In- layer Williams speaking.” “Yes, what is it?” For the life of hie Bill could not words from hur The Inapector’ s voice came e to abtiy the wires with maddening delib- ration “Thought I'd better sae you wp. ‘Bit of a queer start down at—you iknow Young lady "Ebt ‘back. Haven’ bs heard from her, I suppose?” uy r. jsee you, if you'll be at liberty “Wha d start? Yes, I'm in, come round.” There was no reply, the Inspect- or having rung off. He arrived pres- “tently, a wooden f reon, neat and well.set up. H kac rH before he replied to Bill's immed ¥ repeated question —“What do ei Y & queer start?" Then_he “Just got back from Chark when I rang you up. My man there wired me to come down this morning. Seems the housekeeper got a letter from the » and an {twas all over the village that the letter wasn't from the young a “What do you mean?” cried the astonished Bill. “That's what I sald to Thomas, the man down. there; and all he uld-sey-was that suct Was the talk | in the village, Well, I went up to The Cottage and saw the housekeepm, and to cut a long story short, aorta the letter, sir. He took out a case, eX- tracted Sally’s carefully written note, and put-it into Major Armitage’s eag- i outstretched han What do you ‘ieake of it, sir?’ he Bi looked at the letter steadily. “It’s her handwriting, " he eaid at once, “but-—" he frowned and nar- rowed his “Well, sir?” = “It's too tidy, formal. It looks as {f ghe’d written it very slowly, ‘mak- ing every letter—oh, hang it all, it's her writing, but it’s nof her.” he Inspector gave a slow ndd. “Just what that Mrs.. Callender sald, only she put it on different grounds. She said, (It's Miss writin, but Misa Sally aever wrote m a letter that. began and ended ike that,” and she stuck out “that the young lady never wrote it. Says she always"wrote to her ‘Dear Cally," and finished up with her Initials."” “Then what?’ “That isn't all, gir. After a bit of pumping, she told me Miss Meredith went to town Wednesday to meet you, sir, leastways to meet someone who wired to her to come up, and signed the wire, “BIl.' I take it you didn't wire.” Bill shook his hea “Someone did. It was handed in at - Charing Crosa Post Office at | $ a.m. sender's name and address not Just now, when 1 asked you on. the ‘phone -whether a ‘d heard from the young lady or ot, I didn't know what to make o: yous answer, sir. Perhaps you would- nt’ mind telling me whether you have heard from her? Bill pulled a drawer open, took out Etta’s telegram, and handed it over without speaking much regretted by Eleanor ae 8j meal proceeded. One by one her tone j ics of conversation were ruthlessly slaughtered by an indifferent “Yes” or “No. Eleanor was pretty, dark and live- LA r an to sparkle be- hind their justly admired lashes, She sought a weapon with which to prick this monstrous indifference, found one to her hand in. the sud- denly remembered glimpse of Sally. She tapped on the table with a pret- ty ringed hand, and sai “Ever see Page em ‘or ‘Sally Mere- “Sent my last fall's Suit “first day I wore it! eaves me the one!”’ mente, too; about ment—no - matter - what to Lockhart's and he's juet’ re- turned it—Cleaned and Repalr- ed to the same snap it had the Ah-—-That -“ price’ of a new Those will “be your senti- : any _ gar- the | material—that you send here | : for an ees Cleaning. * dith these d eShe had the satisfaction of seeing her gousin blush. “Er—sometimes."* “I saw her yesterday in a taxi with a2 woman whose face has been wor- rying me ever.since, I remembered her at once—Sally I mean—she had- 2 “‘t changed a bit. I ate ro look- awfully pretty, but I t place ne woman 6he wae ae though I knew her face. You kitiow how worry- ing it is when you cannot get hold of a name or a face. There, TF al- most had it then, .but ate aoe & gain—older than Sally, rather oe an appalling hat, Reckitt's ly—you know that dreadful day-— the Suffrage raid, and they let Sally go, but this woman got two monthe or something like that, and she had on on ewful blue hat then, pure Reckitt’s, an angel's: complexion wonldn’t have stood it.” “Was it Etta Shaw Bill's tone _— paeiitereat but Eleanor looke a clenched on the table and “saw the yes, : matter?” knuckles whiten: “Why it was, Bill, what's Nothing,’” said Bill: sy P59 af- ieee have nothing to do wi just where to with me.’"}: “H'm," said “Ingpector “Fritzi poe + ""M. salle,” what ae called him “H'm. Well, that's mot all either. Wednesday Miss Meredith got the wire. telling her to come up-to town, but she'd already walked to Lenton Siaiion the evening before to meet the ‘six- -thirty. You didn’t send a wire asking her to do that, did. you?” “Certainly not/’ “Well, Mrs. Callender says you id; 60 I followed that up, and here's a copy of the wire somebody sent. Same post office, you see. Now, sir, Williame. said Bill, to be from the young Jady, the two from- you being fakes. Well, ee | just put it to you,. What about it?" Bill pushed back his chair, If Sal- ly's telegram was a‘ fake—but whose fake? Not a stranger's. It must be zome who knew her pet name for old Lasalle, and who knew ao -him, Bill,on-the raw. Who on earth? And ‘the answer came in his Co ng a deja Gy eoua facts /surm regardin Miss Shaw. Her “Suffrage" history, | with its one or more im- terms of da ag her affiliation with the New. Part be 9 Peace; her faculty for attracting odd , her comfortable in an Tr ad- dress—? No, for the Hfe of hin aan could not remember where she | wit an aunt Soniew here, tadaet a. Mrs. Farquhar » saw- e' M -with this party? On Wed. of sets, day?" he det she sure it was Wednes- ;ma “We'll aS rete ae 8 telephone, phone, a began to, pat &. series of | om renee Sally Mere-| nine ae yrise, 3 mt What! , er, d “ uld rather ike to come and very) you c “thats here are three telegrams, two suppos-| fir ed to be from you, and one supposed) gr ‘air. They rt In| frightened, & ived; came more on, and. heard| what a iflattering il as asked ¢ the que a y peliasy 2 vy, interest! ft Wai ie ve knew, tell, Sal- ly had on a Uttle black velvet hat, grey fur and a dark grey coat, or.a coat and skirt. I could on only see of ee herr so I can't. tell you shat her shoes and stockings were like. The hat was awfully Pliny ‘ She laughed Bill rang off-and repeated the sub- ce of Mrs. Farquhar’s remarks. mpage description. The inspec- or’s comment was that’ it was all a bit of a queer start. He supposed} he'd better be getting along, and ad- ded that he expected to be able to get Miss Shaw's address without; much As he went out ie Meno § pi over avclerk hurrying d Sage. The incident faded Nashedtatery from his mind. It would have interested | him more if he had known that the ng man who sped on his way Babar oe could. at once, and memory, have rampplion him vith the missing addre CHAPTER XVI" It was Saturday morning Sally stood by the ateed, window, her back to the rose-coloured room that she Joathed, her segs Stipping one of the bars. chad just left her, and she was try ine to steady her shaken, trembling thoughts. For two hours he had been battering her with the one question, and at the end had gone away in a cold fury that shook Sally's self-control and loft her daezd. __ “You th that we shall net proceed to. extrem- ities—-you feel yourself sheltered by Etta—you think ‘she will not ‘let them go too far.’ I tell you"—he stood in the doorway, a hand on él- ther jamb, his ight ‘eyes hard on her—"I tell you, I am at the end. Till this evening— t-give you and no more. Then, if you do not open the case, you go elsewhere, where there will be no Etta, no other woman, not even that young fool Sascha whe begins to be soft-hearted over you, no one but myself, and some others perhaps even less eentimental than I am. There are ways of making a woman do as one wishes. Believe me we mo employ them.’ @ stood In silence for a moment then let his hands fall from the door posts. There was finality in the Ree- ture. They fell heavily. The door! stut. The bolts ran honie. It was then that Sally turned from the room and gripped the cola iron of the window bar. Her eyes, unsee- ing, stared at the sky. She did—not know how the time passed. here was no time, Only a cold and deso- late fear, colder er ee fron and more desolate than pal The last forty-eight ‘hours h been a nightmare, She had not un- dressed -or slept for longer than an houf or two at a time. She had been kept on a starvation ration of dry bread and weak cocoa. She had not been alone for more than ten min- utes at a time. When Lazare left Et. ta would come with her obvions, her increasing terror, her~ tearful - en- treaties, her appeals. When she went Her part In the household seemed to be that of nurse to old- Miss Shaw. Sally fear- ed her, and believed her to be utter- ly without compunction. Then Sascha would be sent into the room to prac- a at intervals to ask her the one intolerable, maddening . question-— be you open the red lacquer Sescha, it was true, was the best of the four. He could be diverted into discoursing of his art, persuaded to play his own compositions, and to ig- fore the fact that she promptly went to sleep. Yesterday he had brought her an illicit slice of cake. Saily found the da rkness passing from her eyes. She etill held on to the bar and looked at the sky, but now she began to see that this aky was blue. There was a thin, ghostly sun- shine. It showed a golden beech tree, shining In the distance like a tree on cabbages and The ordered rows of vegetables, the - colour and the light were consolations. They which screened her fear, her loneli- ness, her aching horror of Lazar and of what he might do if she held out. She would not cry, She would not see that they could break her dow When he- heard t let go of ries bar, her head up, wh he door open she) and eee round, istling * le Iiting t see that she wae Sascha pond in, violin in\hand. Sally went on whistling, It wasn't {80 difficult as when she thought it t ba Lazare ret ng. The Pole shat the door and ¢ forward. You whistle?" re Said, “Lazare eaves 5 you in such anger as I have never seen, and you can whistle? It is nothing to you?’ He waved the violin at her, and hig ugly French be- rapid still, “You are brave, but ft is mad to be too brave —nied, Rasucmale Sally, mad!” e reath, and asked , took with a complete change of volee and ae What sas that air—the one you ; sistent Tae do not know it, Like this, Wao Hep Be began to Hee! dt out dalientely,{* —"T lave - it, (Sema " AR ded iw you really want to} could te e clothes corresponded “ig Mrs. |: think,” he-seld—“you-think} made a thin film of beauty and ones th aga seren ofa sr *4 HOW TO. Pee Woe Foss’ Gat go i $2 1b, tae 2 copra: ja. 2g ee aaa the Male Leaf Club, Mane Leaf Milling Co., Limited,Toronto, ' HEAD OFFICE Tested and Proved by the Chemist on 8 + fee: =e" a = as it ‘i - MAPLE LEAF MILLING CO., LIMI TORONTO, ONTARIO rae KAAS DEI AWE Ma DI Pe A eT ~ ENROLL _ 4 by the Housewife and added: be And I kaep on saying ‘no “You are mad," said Sascha grave-| ly. Then with «a burst of emotion. “Behold your face white and thin, your little hands sake .for all your braye- ness, your little trembling hands that I would kiss. dem- olselle—" with amazing suddenness he was on his knees, catching her dreas with the hand that already held the bow-——"Ah, Mademoiselle, will you nol save yourself, whilst there is time? I love you, is it not that you know it? And if I'\love you, can see you destroy -yourself and for wha For an.idea, a scruple an—-I now not what—”" Sally sat down.and folded her hands, She looked us Sascha and saw his face work. She felt his clutch on her skirt, and she felt something ve- hement and passionate in him that clamoured to her to saye herself. Her eyes grew dark and intent.) When her voice came—at first it eyes; and would not come—it was full of a sort of afltering carnestness. “Have you geen a_ buttle- field?"*~she This strange response to his emo- tlon-brought his eyes to hor face. He remained on hia knees, his violin fal- len to.the floor, the hand with e bow catching the hem of ther dark skirt, his wide, startled gaze on the little face above him, so still, so im- passive. But this impassivity, as h saw. was in reality emotion behind self-control. The artist in him perceived the real Sally, and his heart began to adore this reality. bat § Red Cross. We used to go down to at apo rg dine-and — bring erry a long pause, which he did nehthat's’ wh she said very low. te res ea not open the case?” ore fields —- more made long breaks between the woe which came. whispering across the little-epace between t aes go over the scene, dramatize it, sen- sationalize . the. emotion and’ draw music from it. For a moment he felt eimple and very young. He bent and kissed the edge of the grey tweed skirt which he held. “Sally pulled it away sharply. eaone gracious, don’t do that!” she “Get up, and be sensible— and nF better get going with your fiddle or someone babaes come in to see yret on eatth we are doing. . Play mething rest ful. there’ 8 @ dear boy, and me you love me, let me go to ont s Jove-—when dore."* smiled at him. . He ell, that’s “awtully nice of van, and the circles about your 60 beauti-| wanted to cry ra this many times,’’ have. I drove for the French hi -n—thel Sascha fell awed. Presently = would KO “ is that I a- kins F us sour pockets in rapid guccession,"t t last produced a large slab of t slate. neatly folded in siiver ergs Si | With-a deep bow he handed )Sally who actually found that ehe “Sascha, you're an angel!" phe sald, and a bright round tear fell on the silver paper. She whisked its sue- cessor away, paries yarn up on tae settee, and gan. to -9a whilst Seach stiavad Bact ies, expressive, as he informed her, of a life's unalterable devotion. To thie” : touching straing she fell as + (Continued Next week.} eS Unie Ronfesfvetenfooteedenfor! I i Pai) 2 t . + SAYS HONEY * FOND OF D. DANCING. +-— Pbpb eehebbbde * Another illusion js shattered with the information that the bee, — model of thrift and Ind) above executing the- “shimmy” . other curious dancea in the ivacy * of the hive. Perhaps it is because the , bee live on honey, which is chock — full of calories and vitamines, that eteam . they have to blow o: every - now and then by a Biden sy a hoe- down. We hay "the “4 i dancers. “I Fae already 4 he eays, . pines sor Noland of. ‘eis Unt me 4 honsin,. that pe zi one, who has . next to her do the same, tting #1 heads down and tu La in unison thre co nent a half circle, now to the to the right, to and fro five —_ thus executing a regular elrele “Suddenly the dance mistras away, associate “i other place with Byres ee quiet bees, and d same ai this dance ust cheeithl days only and hives; on the contrary, : weather. or in weak or quéent ives one will never gee jt,” ; dance teally m, I aieht te