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CORRT Bs § Balvanized § Mads from k sheats, abs a frorm C 3"§ Eash shoot § _ rolled, corrug: s fit ascurately ':\‘Q{ee, you love meâ€"you," he murmured febbly. ‘"You are like an angel. But faâ€" ther has publicly dicsowned me, and pTi vately cursed me. You cannot deny that he, at least, would have preferred that 3 should not come back, nor otherwiso rO: mind him of my existence. And it would only harrow up mother‘s heant afresh if she should know. That was why I wantâ€" ed you not to tell her. It is different with you, But I thought that even you must despiso me so utterly as to think it hardâ€" ly worth your while to come and see me here. It was because of all this that I told Nobks I would not come home. But now that you are here, I must tell you as much as L can, ac much as I have breath to tell you. I owe it to myself to explain a little. It was a woman that misguided me{‘ I suppose it‘s unmanly to say thatâ€" T sfippo'se that a man whose life has been wreeked by a woman ought, if he has. & eyp:;'fgk of manly honor in him, to hold his tongue about her work and take all the blame for it on his own shoulders. And Heayen knows, I‘m willing to do that. I‘m quite willing to take the blame on my own) shoulders. . Because, after all, you see, she couldn‘t very well have made me go wrong if I hadn‘t been ‘too weak in character to resict her. Yet, in matter of keeping silence about herâ€"why, I don‘t think the obligation is the same when the man is very young and inexperienced and goftâ€"hearted, and she‘s a hardâ€"heartâ€" ed woman of the world, twentyâ€"six years older, In point of fact, she‘s more than twenty yeare older than I am; more like twentyâ€"five or twentyâ€"seven yeans ~older. Ard you know now that sort of woman, eapecially if she‘s rich and handsome still, and dresses well, influences a young man. All my life I‘d heard follows cay that a woman of that age is ten times more dangerous than a girl; and now I‘ve found out the bitter truth of the saying on my own account. I did as they all do â€"I fell in love with her." "Who.was she? What is her name?"‘ Chrietine breathed very low, yet with an inteirme, indignant eagerness in her voice. "She wacâ€"and isâ€"Mns. Crookenden." The girl started violently, rememibering only just in time kow weak he was, and how neceâ€"sary it was to spare him any show of emetion in herself. "Do you mean the Mns. Crookenden that we know?" she asked with tense anxiety. "Do you mean the millionaire? The woâ€" man whose name is on everybody‘s lips in London now, just as if she were royaq?” _ The younzg fellow who was lying on his deathbed made sign of ausent. _ 2 «‘:Yks | They: make her a favorite, don‘t they? The fools! There aren‘t many royâ€" al people who are bhalf as important. It‘s not much wonder that a young fellow of no particular significance in the world feels h‘s head turning when she hints to $T. LAWRENCE SUGAR REFINERIES, LIMITED MONTREAL. 26â€"10â€"13 Salvanized, Raust Proof Mads from very finest shcoats, absolutely free from defocts., â€" Choose which Grain LOW PRISESâ€"PROMPT SHIPMENT CORRUGATED ~1RON you like best for your white Sugar and buy St. Lawrence Pure Cane Granulated white, in original bagsâ€"Fine grain, medium or coarse. Each the choicest sugar. Each shcoot is prossed, nok rolled, corrugations therofore fit acscuratoly without waste. Any desired sizo or gauge, straight or curved. CHAPTER XVIII.â€"(Continued) The Darkest Hour; Ask your Grocer. METTUM GRAIN Or, The Hope That Still Lived. him that she loves him, is it? What are you trembling for?" "Sheâ€"sheâ€"â€"" murmured Chrstine, and then got no farther. Her face was suffusâ€" ed with a sudden crimson, and she seemâ€" ed to be choking. How many more of het family‘s sorrows and disastens were to be attributed to the influence of this one supremely wealthy, and therefore s4: premely powerful woman, who. appeared to be their evil genius? ; s s "No, not that," he denied as strongly as his growing weakness would allow. "No, it wasn‘t that. I hadn‘t sunk so low as that. It was her faceâ€"she‘s splendidly handsome, you know, in her dark, digniâ€" fied wayâ€"and the wonderful kind of fasâ€" cination that she has. If you‘ve ever spoken to her, you can‘t help knowing what I mean, for she facrcinates even woâ€" men, if they haven‘t been warned against her beforehand. So she made me forget honor and duty, and bring insult and dieâ€" grace upon my father‘s name. And it didn‘t take me long to find out the true meaning of what I had done. No sooner had we reached England than she laughed at me, and told me heartleesly that she had grown tired of my society on the voyâ€" age. She even denied then that she had ever said sho loved me, and she laughed and eneered at me when I reminded her that she had said she would marry me. And then I realized all the dishonor, all the scoundrelly baseness of what I had done for her eake; I understand what deâ€" cent men and women must think of a subâ€" altern who deserts in the night from the service of his Queen and country. And I saw by the newspapers that my humiliaâ€" tion and disgrace were not known mereâ€" ly in army and society circles,. I saw that the whole country knew that Ronald Dare had lost all manliness, as well as all claim to be called a gentleman, and vias @imply a curâ€"nothing better. And thenâ€"â€"" "Of course, she wasn‘t quite so rich and so powerful then,"‘ Ronald Dare proceeded to say, but speaking more {»a.intfi)y, ag if even his last poor remnant of strength was beginning to fail him. "But even then she was quite wealthy and powerful enough to be thought a lot of in the world, and to do mischief. Do you know that the people whom she has ruinedâ€" and they number hundreds, yes, and thousandsâ€"call her the Great Vampire, the pitiless oppressor of the poor and the weak? I didn‘t know that when first I met her and was fascinated iby her eviâ€" dent liking for me. That was two years ago. The liking coon warmed into loveâ€" real love on my part, blind and foolish as I was, and pretended love on hers. She made me promiie that I would obey her wishes in all things, and follow her anyâ€" where. I never realized what I was proâ€" mising. When I was ordered to India sho said she would be coming out some day. She did come out; that was about a yeat and a half ago. Don‘t you remember ‘t? The papers were full of her visit to India. It was like a triumphant progress." I saw her bowed down to on every hand, even by the most powerful and honoraible peoâ€" ple. And her handsomeness, her grandâ€" eur, and her power, and all that worehip that people gave her turned my head. In spite of all the time she had to give to public things, she found opportunity to see me often; and every time she saw me she wove her web around me tighter, unâ€" til in my silly infatuation and sillier prideâ€"not the right sort of pride, but only pride that euch a wonderinl woman should care for meâ€"I wou‘ld have done anything she had chosen to ask of me. She whispered to me continually that she would marry me if I would leave my regiment and turn my back on the army altogether, and go back to England on the same boat with her. She tempted mo too much, and kept on asking me whether what she called mere temporary disgrace would not be a small enough price to pay for the privilege of becoming her husband and the sharer of her wea‘th, and at last I gave way. I was blind; I might hayve known that she wouldn‘t marry a dis graced soldier. But I gave way." Christine drew a deep gasping breath. "Do you mean that it was for the sake of her money, Ronald?" she asked him, with pain in her voice. _ 5 i o omt oo n Nes enmenea sn The fairâ€"haired lad who lay dying there on the miserable bed in the yet more misâ€" erable room moved his head restlessly away from the support of her arm. . "Then it was too late to go back," he explained bitterly. ‘"Too late to undo anything of what had been done. I had made myself a cur and a scoundrel, and I had to continue to be a cur and a scoundrel. Worsee than all, I had my living to get. No doubt it would have (been better if I had done away with the necessity for getting a living by taking my own life." "That would have been an act of cowâ€" ardice," Christine interposed breathlessly. "Only another act to be ashamed of, anâ€" other sin to answer for to God." â€" > "Yes, thenâ€"what then?" the unhappy sgister breathed. She saw pain, misery, and shame changing anew his worn young countenance. 2 He nodded again, wearily. ‘"Yes, But it‘s better for me to confess that it wasn‘t the thought of the sinfulness of it that kept me from doing it, but sheer mant of pluckâ€"and. perhaps, too, the idea ‘that my suicide would be another disgrace to you all, a crowning disgrace. What I had already done had cast a slur upon youâ€" yes, even upon you, Christine, who are so innocent and dear and sweetâ€"that the taking of my own life would have cast a amworse one. People would have turned away even from you, even from your beauty saying that the family was acâ€" cursed.. Even your wealthâ€"" "I have no wealth now," the sister inâ€" ternposed gently, and without a trace of regret in her soft voice. "As a family, we have no wealth any more. Father‘s losses in one way and another have been so severe lately that we are on the brink of ruin." , â€"The young fellow who lay sick unto death cpened his despairing eyes wider. "Ruin?" he echoed with a startled noto in his faint tones. "Ruin? And Hector dead? And mother so changed that everyâ€" body in society whispers cruelly and inâ€" famously that she must be suffering from some disgraceful secret which the world cannot at present get at? And now I myâ€" gelf, the other son, the heir, lying here dishonored ard doing! Ah yes, Chris tine, I am dying. You must believe this, dear, even though the belief wrings your heart. You are unhappy, too, unhapoy, 0 your love, with all your hopes shatterâ€" ed. And all in one yearâ€"in less than year! I have heard people. sayâ€"eociety people, strangers to me never dreaming who I wasâ€"I have heard them say that it looked as if thero was a curse upon us. This, of course, must be nonsense, butâ€"" "I am not sure faat ib is nonsenge," Christine interrupted with a new terror in her eyes. "I have felt many times that in very fact and truth there must be a curse upon us. Thus, I am conyvinced that it is Mrs. Crookenden who is the huâ€" man agent of these troubles. I do not know why, for we have done her no harm, none, at least, that we know of. But when you are betterâ€"for you will «et betâ€" ter, you will surely get betterâ€"we will search together for the heart of this mysâ€" tery, the hidden cause of ail our calam@â€" ties. And now I must get a doctorâ€"a do¢â€" tor, and something good for you to eat, and a fire." se She started to her feet and. looked around the miserable room. There was no grate, and there were no cuphboards. The room was quite empty, except for the wretched apology of a bed on which the helple:s Ronald lay. "Ronald, hbave you nothing to eat here?" she cried in a sharp, wild voice of pained consternation. ‘Is there not even bread?" 4 He shook his head. She burst into tears. "Oh, Ronnie! And I have kept on talkâ€" ing here when I ought to have been fetch: ing food for you, getting a doctor and contriving warmth that would save you!‘ Again the sufferer in the bed shook his head. ‘"It‘s of no use, Chirstine," he said, trying to put some strength into his failâ€" ing voice so that she might hear him clearly. ‘"I‘ve not had anything to e2S for a long time, and I shan‘t need anyâ€" thing more. I met with that accident which led to the false report of my death just because I was starving, and ,got lightâ€"headed and staggered in front of the horse and van." P e "Oh, don‘t! don‘t!" Christine pleaded, covering her face with her hands. But at eight of her overwhelming â€" emotion, the helplees brother who loved her only went on the more quickly, striving he while to raise himself mpon his elbow:â€" "YÂ¥ou mustn‘t go, Christineâ€"not to get anything. Nothing can do me any good nowâ€"neither food nor fise nor medicineg, It‘s too late. If it hadn‘t been too late I shouldn‘t have sent for you, becaus$, as I tried to tell you just now, I knew it would be better for the family to believe me dead than living. Oh, yee, I‘ve got bronchit‘s and fever, and they‘re both pretty bad, but the real thing I‘m dying of is starvation. . I may well tell you now that I did see a doctor yesterday, a poor, hardâ€"working fellow, who used to be among my friends, and who, as I know, wouldn‘t charge me anything, and he said it was too late then, and that if I livyed until this evening I should be lucky. It sounds a brutal way of putting it, but I‘d told him that I wanted the truth and only the truth. And I tell it you in my turn simply «o that you mayn‘t go aAwAY and leave me to get food or anything else before I‘ve told you all I wanted to tell you. You might come back and find me dead, and then it would be too late. Don‘t sob like that, dear. It makes it so hard for me to epeak. And after all, what ant I for any one to loseâ€"a poor, miserable fool who at twenty or thereabout has made a hach of his life }" "No. You must not," he was saying {¢ venishly and determinedly. "It â€" would only ‘be to strike her a second blow just as she is recovering from the first, and the sight of me here might give her @ ehock from which in her weak health sho would never recover. Better let things be as they are. Why should she mourn twice, who has hardly the strength to mourn once?â€" And if the clouds are gAâ€" thering so dark about our home, she has enough to suffer without grieving again over me. No. You must not leave me nowâ€"not for anything; at least, not unâ€" til I have finished caying to you what. I called you to me to say." a. His grip had transferred itself from her dress to her hand. Yielding to him, she seated herself on the edge of the bed jand listened. And she recognized with apiter Tible heartâ€"pang that he had been fright in saying that whatever he had to tell her must be told at once. . 4 His own voice ended in something like a sob. Christine, who had been stooping over him, raisod hereelf upright again, trying to force back her surg‘ring g‘rie'f‘ e 0 SEomie Cocanaee o sn en eeaores s "I told you I had my living to get," he continued. hurriedly. ‘Well, she, Mre. Crookenden, coolly and sneeringly point ed out to me a way by which I might get it. And that way was to become her sDY and secret agent. When I hesitated she taunted me with my own dishonor, and said that pride could surely stand no longer in the way of one who had fallen so low as I had fallen. She wanted me to use the knowledge of important and highâ€" lyâ€"placed people which I had gained _ in friendship as a means of successful sDYâ€" ing upon the private actions of those people with a view to obtaining informaâ€" tion which could place them in her power." Christine had locked her hands tightly together in her pain at this confession. ‘And you did it?" she now gasped out, reading the truth in his face. "You did "YÂ¥eg. I did it." Ronald admitted grimâ€" ly, clenching tightly the hand which did not bold her wrist. ‘"I could not help myself. I had not got used to the ‘dea of starvation then as I have got used to it now, and it seemed to me then I had no choice. Besides, she had threatened to jpunish me if I should refuse by revealâ€" ing to the world my skulking place, and also by stating in public that I had alâ€" ready done this infamous sort of work for her. I was helpless in her grip, you gee. And, after all, I had already sunk so low that nothing else seemed to matter, And eo I took the sneak‘s work, and did it as well as even a man who had ibeen BVS\‘Jthl;;cl:eA(v)}{, f?eliné‘ herself held back by his sudden grip of the skirt of her gown. _ : Aga o s lt ? inss o ooo m ie en en en en o ve ns "Â¥You must let me go to send a telegram to mother," she said. {I‘ll go very quickâ€" ly. You wee she might still have time to get here bâ€"foreâ€"beforeâ€"â€""_ _ _ . No. of Stays bars. 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I was not only destitute, but afraid to show my face anywhere; and you must remember that by touching the dirty work at all I had given her a hold of me sufficient to keep me at it. When I had once done it she would no longer have beon telling a lie, but the truth, in exposing me to the world as having done it. And the truth is difficult to meet." > 5 "But if she had done so she would have been exposing her own secret methods of (business too," Christine put in quickly. "Did you not think of that?" "She would have found come way _ of getting out of it without losing anything and perhaps without even a smirch," he returned in a desperate tone of convicâ€" tion. ‘"She is clever encugh to protect herself from any real risks, A man once eaid to me that oven the cleverest finanâ€" cial men had nevezr found a loophole in her armor yet." Christine set her lips tightiy. 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B.eq 60« PAGE STANDARD GATE. 12 18 30 36 42 48 Height 36 inch 42 4nchâ€" 48 Inch PAGE $1.90 2.10 4.80 iInch "Ronald, you must not say that," she wried passionately, reproachfully, warn: ingly. ‘"You muct not think of it. You must not die believing it! Oh, Ronnie, Ronnie, do you think that because we sufâ€" fer so much at the hands of those who do not love God. that God is careless, heedless, and that He will not see that in the end, however far off that en@ may be, the right will prevail? Ronald, tell me that you do not think this, that you do not think it in your heart, but only spoke hactily and rashly. Tell me this, if you love me." _ $ § Very sad‘y the blue eyes looked at het out of the face that was still so boyish, in spite of the bitterness marked upon it "I will try to have faith if it will please you that I should, Christine," he answerâ€" ed her. "I had it once, you know, but I have since lost it. Is it any wonder that I lost it? 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