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3 ; f‘f’ I say. not a satyr like Vereker. Whai! Going! Well, au revoir.‘. She k‘ssed her withered though still beautiful hand to him, and, feeling mightily refreshed both ‘‘You, as one of the leaders "c;fM:Luh”emson ciety, should know," said St. Johr, coldly. Resd ie 0sn + T2 ho oo en oo o ied e e es "Oh!__A poor old woman like me! How should I dare to interfere? It is in her interest alone I speark. Surely," with anâ€" other odious old/ leer, "you: should be grateful to me. Such charm, such grace, such dieâ€"away beauty should attract anyâ€" one. ‘A dainty dish to set before a King‘ "Quite _so. Our friend I should, of course, have eaid. Really he looks as ferocious as an unfed tiger. I wonder how long society\round here is going to endure him and hisâ€"erâ€"little weakrers?" FREE 1 BOYS ‘She is your friend, too, is she not?" said St. John, in a tone that would have been furious if he had let himself go. But she was so very old, so very near the grave, this cruel old woman! to attack an old woman too! Bad enough to attack a young one. But, see you, I give you a hint; Vereker‘s face is on fire, so is his temper. Believe me, there is mischief brewing for some one. Let us hope not for your poor little friend Cecil‘ . "Pouf! my good boy! Why give yourâ€" solf those virtuous airs?" interrupted she, unmoved. ‘"They don‘t suit your age. And why be shocked or offended? I really think a debt of gratitude would be due to the man who would take her away from that deplorable person, her husband. You have heard Black Sandy is out again? One would know it by Vereker‘s face, if nothing else. Hatred, and fear of him, are the only emotions that miserable creature‘s features can beâ€" tray. I guessed his enemy wasâ€"let loose againâ€"upon the pheasants, or on Vereâ€" ker, as the case may beâ€"the moment I saw the latter‘s brow toâ€"night. Did you notice the frown thereon?" ‘‘No," shortly. "Ha! ha! just carries out what I first said, that you had no eyes for anything butâ€" No, no. Come, now, I haven‘t said a word, have I? But seriously, you should see to Vereker, rather than to his wife. Tut! what a spitfire it is! And ‘You are an old friend, Mrs. Mackenâ€" zwie," said he, in, a diegusted tome, "but permit me to say, thatâ€"â€"" ‘"Ah! You haven‘t had eyes for her, or indeed for anyone," with a wouldâ€"be playâ€" ful laugh, "save for Mrs. Verekerâ€"you seem very attentive there," digging at him lightly with her fan, and «Jooking ediously~at him through her bleared old eyes. "Going to run Away with her?" It‘s the CLEANEST\, SIMPLEST, and BEST HOME DYE, one can buyâ€"â€"Why you don‘t even have to know what KIND of Cioth your Goods are made of.â€"â€"So Mistakes are Impossible. "She must be the prettiest creature of my acquaintance," he said, "for, will you believe me? I fancied her looking singuâ€" larly charming toâ€"night. Fine feathers, as we all know, make fine birds, but Dorothy seems to be strong enough in Nature‘s falâ€"lals to do without them." Send for Free Golor Card, Story Booklet, and Bookiet giving results of Dyeing over other colors. "It was that so long ago that really I have forgotten. to remark on it," said\ this terrible old lady, with a yawn. 8t. John looked at Dorothy, and his heart smote him. That pretty childâ€"to want for anything when he had more than he knew what to do with? For the time beâ€" ing he felt deprermsed, and altogether selâ€" fish and unworthy. ‘"Your honey has its stingâ€"as usual," eaid he. "I am a man, you will thereâ€" fore pardon my ignorance. My pretty cousin, is her gown dowdy?" "Tut!. Not worse than most, no doubt. And as for me, I am not difficult, I know my world too well for that. ‘See! ‘There goes your cousin Dorothy.. It is surely one of the amazing things of life, how one girl can look well in a dowdy gown, and another can‘t." "I thought you might be suggesting that my ways were evil." Heâ€"cast a raâ€" ther curious glance at her from under his halfâ€"closed lids. It was a look, a tr.ck, he had when angry. She seized upon St. John after a while, but was too wily to make ner attacs airect. â€" "It goes well, y%ur dance," she eaid graciously. ‘"Lady Bessy is indeed a host in herself. I was going to say host and hostess, as one. has eeen little of you. Ah! ah! Young men will love darkness rather than light when a pretty girlâ€"or â€"let us eayâ€"woman is‘in the way." "Apropos?" raid he. ‘"Why nothing! A general observation. All young men are alike." She had been dancing a good deal with St. John. There could be no doubt that much as he sought to conceal the fact, for her sake, the host was more devored to her than to any other woman in the room. Mrs. Mackenzie‘s sharp old eyes noted this, and grew angry veneath, it, and she waited her time to thrust a barh or two into his side for ‘t. A young and eligible man, wasting his days pailanâ€" dering after a marrisd woman, when the county was literally overslocked with marriageable girls, only too willing to accept the handkerchief thrown! It was abominable ! ‘These nineteenthâ€"century wives who were only half wives, should ‘be suppreesed at all risks, trod uuder, broken like the butterflies they were. i BLACK SANDY; ©«ediraaeaennaaraaaeusaneaanyraaedeeradaeededand 4 © 3 OR, THE CAUSE OF VEREKER‘S5 FEAR . a2 OR PRAAA LN PAAA CE The JOHNSOfi-RlCH'AI}‘DSON CO., Limited, HCMERâ€"WARREN CG3 CHAPTER XVI.â€"(Cont‘d) Dept. 128, Toronto TOY STEAM ENGINE Montreal, Canada has blued eteel boi« ler and fire box, fit« ted with steam whistle, safety valve and single wick epirit burner. Polâ€" ished brass fittings. whistle and epirit ished Almost high. Send us your name and address and we will send you 30 sets of Scenic, _ Floral, Greeting and other postcards to sell at 10 cents a set (eix beautiful _cards in each _ set). When sold ~â€"send us the money, and we will send you the engine, all charges prepaid. Write toâ€"day. Ad« dress one fcot ‘Surely you must have and he such a friend?" wer To tell a direct untruth would have been heyond her. Bhe knew, in spite of the poverty of her religious upâ€"bringing, all about the wickedness of lying, and where liars are popularly supposed_ to go to. Ananias and Bapphira were old friends of hers. SBhe had an immene admiration for George Washington, ‘and never bheard his name mentioned w.ihout thinking of that immortal hatehet. â€" And yei she could calmly tell Dorothy that she mever thought of Bt. John. "You have a good many friends. You should not be so fearful. You have me and Lady Bessy, andâ€"â€"" "Not Lady Bessy, I think. She is kind always, butâ€"â€"*" ‘"Well, never mind ker. She is only a bird of passage. You have Hilary, cer tainly." "A bird of passage, too." She stifled a sigh as she said thisâ€"a sigh, however, thai Dorothy heard. "Perhaps not. Byâ€"theâ€"bye, what do you think of nim?" "I haven‘t thought of him. Why should I think of him?" She seemed to freeze even towards this, her one real friend whom she might confide in, when it came to the great touch of all. She did not cry; she only lay there quite silently, with Dorothy‘s arms round\ her! CHAPTER XVIL A fooistep drawing rapidly near, rovsed both. Dorothy gently raised her friend, and put her a little back from her. "It is Hilary," she said sofily. Bt. John came in with some ced chamâ€" pagne, looking rather anxious; a_swift glance at Mrg. Vereker, who was quite composed, but deadly pale, increased his anxiety. Dorothy induced her to take the champagne, whilst St. John w like, was fecling somewhat â€"nw kw tended to be struggling with a t ly obedient link in his â€"cuff. ‘‘Nothing. Only half a tumbler of champagne. I assure you, Dorothy, he has been most careful all day. That is what unnerves me. He looked just now asâ€"as if â€"â€"" " "Yes, dear, I know. Don‘t go into it. Let us change theâ€"subject. Who were you with, though, when he saw you?" "Your cousin, Mr. St. John." "Ah!" said Dorothy. It wase the mildest ejaculation, and conveyed nothing to her listener, but to herself it meant a great deal. She drew Mrs. Vereker away from her nervous dreads, which, indeed, were daily increasing, and presently restored her to a more healthy frame of mind. She was, however, uneasy about her and Hiâ€" lary, and would have liked to assure herâ€" self that, however it was with St. John, Cecil was heartâ€"whole.. But Mre. Vereker shrank from _ any questioning on that subject, which alone seemed to Dorothy a bad sign. "Oh yes, she is quite too tired," Dorothy, who indeed thought they danced together quite enough for "I don‘t know," said Cecil, whose teeth were chaitering as if with intente cold. "But all day he has been in a terrible temper; and just now, when I was talkâ€" Afng to Mr. St. John, I caught his eye, and there was something in hie~ expression thatâ€"thatâ€"‘" She shuddered and was silent. "Is that _really ~all?" asked Dorothy. "My dear girl, it isn‘t very much. He â€"heâ€"is not quite himsgf, I daresay. It is pretty late now, andâ€"â€"" ' _"It is our dance," he Mrs. Vereker. (‘But if ‘"What did he take at dinner?" asked Mies Aylmer, who, as I have before said, was nothing if not practical. ‘"No. There is more in it than that. I don‘t think he isâ€"â€"" "What has happened?" she said. "Fran cis, of course. But what new thing?" "Hilary, go and get her an ice. Iced water. " Champagne, anything," caid Dorothy, softly, but quickly; she had disâ€" missed. Farquhar, who was fortunately her partner, with a glance. As St. John went for the ice, she drew Mrs. Vereker into a tiny anteâ€"room on her lefo hand. Dorothy Aylmer, passing at the moment, went quickly up to Mrs. Vereker. "What is it, Cecil? The heat, theâ€"â€"" "Yesâ€"yesâ€"the heat." She roused herâ€" self sufficiently to say this, and she caught Dorothy‘s arm as though it wereâ€" an anâ€" chor, and clung nervously to her. Vereker, who had seen the change, chuckled softly, and turned back into the room he had just quitted. Sol. He had x}ow a hold over her, his immaculate eaint! G He knew it now, if he had never known it before, by the passionate, almost unconâ€" trollable well of pity and love that rose within him as he looked on her, that she was the one woman in the world for him. Perhaps eomething of his agitation, his keen sympathy, and vehement affection, shone in his eyes as he addressed to her the few words that came to his lips, beâ€" cause she started, and paled a little, and looked at him without arewering. Good Heavens! what a childish creature she seemed, clad all in her pure white, and with a soul as white as jher garments shining through her starry eyes. Neither he nor she sawâ€" Vereker, who had come out from the supperâ€"room, and, leaning against the portal of the door, stared at them steadily. As he watched, a elow but devilish fire lit within: his eyes. He satiefied his sight, and then bent his gaze on the floor, and a small smile, as devilâ€" ish as the fire, covered the corners of his lips.. Then he looked again. This second time Cecil saw him. " Saw the steady stare, the cruel meaning of it, the evil emile, all: Instantly, the happy light died from her face. It grew almcet livid. She seemed on the point of fainting. Bt. John, his color somewhat gone, his eyes alight, went on his way. In one of the halls he met the object of the late discussion, and with a cruel pain at his heart stayed to say a word to her en passant. Was she ever to be open to such vile comments as these? The poor, lovely, friendless, tortured thing, for whom he would have freely given his very life, if such sacrifice could help herâ€"the very eoul of him! = in body and spirit, took her wicked old way to where the Heidseck wase to be found. ug must h‘axg thought of him cwhat owkward, preâ€" ng with a thoroughâ€" his â€"cuff. he caid presently to if you are.too tired ‘o to take some of ought they had enough for one John who, man tired,". said. 7 aeoe M n es ce n e "Cecil!" exclaimed he, wi?h & passionâ€" ate forgetfulness of all things. Ho was shocked when he had said it, fearing her instant anger. The more unhanvy, the more unsophisticated she was, the more he was bound to respect her. But she wae not angry. There was almost & suspicion of gladness in her voice as she spoke to him. ‘"‘Yes. But why should he show anger then? Perhapsâ€"â€"" he paused, it was very hard to go on. ‘"‘No, it was not that," said she, paling. "It was something more. But what I cannot tell. I shall know, however, beâ€" fore morning. Oh!" she paused, and drew in her breath as though to compel, conâ€" trol of ~herself. "Bometimes," cahe went on in a low, exhausted voice, "Iâ€" feol as 1 1. copldn’t go on any longer," ‘"‘When you stood and spoke to me in the hall just now, just as Dorothy came up to us, you remember?" io on e . en s e l en n ies e n t o o ie "Oh! I never saw anything like his face when he looked at me," said she; and now, a certain amount of indignation mingled with her grief. ‘"He looked gust ag ffo __" ‘Bhe paused as though in search of A eimile that.should express. all her hor: TOT. dered o E: i ns en m eee e t o t e Oe en had only waked from childhood‘s happy dream to find herself a slave. "Why don‘t you speak?" with passionate petulance. "You heard me. What have I done?" "‘Nothing, my dear, nothing," said he, soothingly; she looked such a frail, childâ€" ish little thing, tall for her age as her nurse. might have said, ctanding there in the moonlight, that he answered her as he might have answered anyone speciâ€" ally young, who was refractory, but dear. "But when was this? You nothing;" he was indeed T never at all. It is too late!" (To be continued.) T Spc uts Lc Nee Alece t w esd me foolish, but," she crumpled up the reâ€" mains of the leaf and held it spasmodiâ€" cally in her small palm. "It was Francie, heâ€"he was angry with me I thinkâ€"I am sure, though I only saw his face, and yet â€"what bad I done?" she turned to him with a miserable excitement. "You have been with me all the evening, you should know," she cried with sudden abandonâ€" ment, "what had I done?" Her voice ceased. Her hand opened, and the crumpled leaf fell to the ground; fell dead as her life. She covered hor face with all her pretty outspread fingers, and burst into tears. She had not cried with Dorothy, but now all her heart seemed to break within her. C100 DUTst into tears. She had not. cried with Dorothy, but now all her heart seemed to break within her. "It is cruel, cruel," she sobbed with all the vehemence of a child who. had been broughr: up without contradiction, and "Dorothy is the older friend," said she, uncertainly; she hesitated, looking at him wistfully, having indeed heard that reâ€" proachful note, and being distressed by. it; but the ways of the world were unâ€" known to her, and she knew not how to get herself out of her dilemma. "But you are a friend, too," she said at last. She plucked a leaf from a bush near her, and pulled it to bits. "Itâ€"it wasn‘t very much," she said, "I think Dorothy thought . "I know something has troubled you," said he. ‘"You remember our compact of the other day, that you were to come to me when in ‘distress of any kind? Well, I will not enforce that now. You have confided in Dorothyâ€"I thinkâ€"and that should suffice me. She is very good, very true." There was, neverthelese, a note of reâ€" proach in his voice. ‘"What question would youâ€"ask?" said she trémuiously. As if restless, or denirâ€" ous of gaining all that the night could give her, she loceened the soft Syrian shawl that he had bound round her, and threw it on a garden seat that stood near. Liike a child or a very young girl, she shook herself slightly, and made a moveâ€" meni as if she would have flung out her arms to the sweetness of the dewy dark, but suddenly â€" restrained herself. Her whole lifeâ€"though the thought did not then occur to herâ€"was one long restraint. ‘"Am I to ask no questions?" asked Bt. John abruptly, stopping short as they came to a more deserted corner of the vast ehrubberies. _A charming corner, rich in the music of a dropping fountain that shed its melody slowly, cadlv. note by note as it were, singing to the tall white hollyhocks that stood up like virâ€" gin ghosts around it. % C Not that the lamps were needed; a magâ€" nificent moon illumined all the heavens, and ched a radiance pure as crystal upâ€" on the earth beneath; the garden, the stone balconies, the marble statues that lurked in every corner, were lit by it; and flung out their beauties cagerly, as though to do hgnor to Diana fair. It wiase as though the Queen of Night had risen in all her majesty to put the shame the puny pretensions of the Chinese lanâ€" terns that so liberally, but co futilely, sought to light the pleasure grounds of The Chace. "I‘ll remember," said St. John. But Dorothy had. her doubte of it. 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