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| Pabto ___‘"Iâ€"I must go now," she said. "And % must leave Ravenhurst. I cannot ‘stay and meet youâ€"to hear you talk like this. Ab, you know I cannot!" _ His heart smote him. "Forgive me, Jess!"" he said, in a low voice that was almost . hoarse. "I am behaving badly, I know; but the sight of you jlias driven me nearly *madâ€"‘‘ se & "I cannot. You mean that, rather than go up against your father, you will stand by and see me go to ruin!" he said. Then smitten by sudden shame, his voice broke, and he caught her hand and raised it to his lips. ‘"By heaven, I cannot do it!" he broke out fiercely. "Jess, you are the angel of my lifeâ€"my good angel! If I give you up, if I lose all hope of you, I shall go to the devil at the double. I cannot give you up! You are the light, the life of my life! Tell meâ€" I don‘t ask you for a promiseâ€"but tell me, if I try to forget you and fail, if I find that you and you only stand between me and destruction, you will come to me? Say it, Jess?" â€" The mad contradition of his words smote her with a vague fear and The mad contradition of smote her with a . vague dread. His eyes sank before hers. How could he tell her that his only way of forgetting her was by plunging inâ€" to the vortex of dissipation, by drownâ€" ing the rememberance of her in the slough of a reckless, conscienceless London life. ‘‘Never mind," he said. "What does it matter? What does it matter what becomes of me? Don‘t pay any atâ€" tention to any ravings, Jess. Enough that I won‘t trouble you any moreâ€"* "Bruce!" broke from . her white lips. "I cannot promise!" she panted ‘"You must forgetâ€"" He laughed again. ° ‘"*You shan‘t «be worried by the sight of me any more, Jess. It‘s goodâ€" bye this timeâ€"goodâ€"bye for ever!" The tears rolled down her cheeks and the sight of them maddened him Her breath came and went painfulâ€" ly, spasmodically. "T‘ll try and forget youâ€"yes, T‘ll try! _ There must be some way!" He laughed hoarsely, and something in the laugh, in the look on his face, frightened her. "Whatâ€"what do you mean?" she asked him, with vague alarm and fear. young, Jess; and there is your father l and you‘ve got the woman‘s consola " tion of feeling that you are doin: your ‘duty. " ; | "I will go away," she said, faintly. / YÂ¥ou shall not meet me again; it is w@y fault I will go out of Engiand." _\ He leaned forward, and laid his hand on her arm; he felt tempted, with a wild longing,. to snatch her from her horse, place her on the saddle in front of him, and ride off with her. "Oh, Jess, I love you!"‘ he said, as if the words were wrung from him. "I won‘t torment you any more! I will go away! You shan‘t . see me againâ€"‘". It was her hand that now. closed on his. ‘"No," she whispered, almost to herself. "I am afraid of myself." She put out remove his; but i closing over hers ‘"What!" heâ€" exclaimed, so. loudly | that Cotton, sitting like a statue at the | end of the lane, caught the tone, and | almost heard the word. ‘"I drive you away! No; I will not do that! If it | comes to that, I will go, Jess. Yes, I will goâ€"hard as it will be." She drei/v a long braath. j "Will you?" she pleaded. "An, if you would! Jtâ€"it ?%gld make it | so much easier for me!" | "*You are afraid of me!" he said half bitterly. . boenly. "And I stick to that!" She looked helplessly from side to side. to de him wretched, and might make . Ril® desperate,. It is wonderful how ®aillch even a young and innocent girl éan instinctively understand where‘ th6 heart is concerned. There was silence for a moment, ‘\@uring which her eyes, with the loveâ€" unger aching in them, dwelt upon his face. Ts there no hope for me, Jess?" | he said, not plaintivelyâ€"plaintiveness | was not in Bruce‘s wayâ€"but almost Brusquely. | _‘ She shook her head at once. i 1| "YÂ¥ouâ€"you must not think of me," | she said meekly, pleadingly. ‘"You| "ust forget thatâ€"that you ever saw | me. Oh, why do we ever meet? fI | â€"if we had not, we should be happy, | content, now!" i I e tuRorget!" he laughed.. "I shan‘t | forget, Mind, I don‘t say some men | cdfi]d not. But I shan‘t. Forgetting | a thing we want doesn‘t run in our| family. When we want a thing, we | want it badly, and we suffer till we‘ get it; and we do get it as a rule. I | want you, Jess, and . I want you | badly." f | k‘\’»_she looked away, and . her lips auivered. She understood enough to know that she had ruined his life, "Most girls would have stuck by the man who loved them; â€" they‘d have thought of what was to become of him." He paused. "I don‘t suppose you know how a man feels when his heart is half broken. Women can bear it ?etber than we can. It makes us mad, Jess.‘‘ $ “Yes"' she mumered; but she gigh ed.â€" As if it were possible that he would loe her one hundredth part as much as she loved him! "Â¥es: I suppose that consoles you. Â¥ou are a good girl, Jess,. Perhaps ‘t would hae been better for me if you weren‘t so good and dutiful." ‘She looked at him pleadingly,; but ‘@ man‘s bitterness was aching for expression in him, and he paid no heed to the pleading look of the sweet eyes. ‘"Forgive me, Jess! I am raving! She shook her head. «¥es!" he said, resolutely, stubâ€" me!" Continued from last week her. hand to gently it ended in his fingers | Every one knows the Warwick, but ) not even its oldest member knows | why it is so called. It is a small club, | and select. It is not at all gorgeous, ‘ but it makes up in comfort what it ( lacks in splendour, possesses the secondâ€"best chief in London, a cellar fdifficult to beat, and a cardâ€"room. | of the snuggest description: Theâ€" memâ€" | bers play high, though the club is by 1»110 means a gamblingâ€"den, and from four to seven, and from ten to any ' of the small hours, the cardâ€"room is well: filled. “ Gurdon never knew when to expect |\ his master, and, when. Bruce came upstairs, the man scarcely recognized the step;efor Bruce was in the habit } of coming up two or three at a time, | and with a spurt, so to break; but on ‘]this occasion he appeared satisfied | with one step, and walked slowly and 1 draggingly. Gurdon was also surprisâ€" l de and much concerned at his masâ€" | ter‘s appearance, and looked at him ‘ with respectful anxiety. He knew betâ€" ] ter than to make any remark on Lord | Ravenhurst‘s pallor and haggard exâ€" | pression, but waited until he got } downstairs to his wife. Now, in faimrness to Mr. Glave, it should be . remembered that most young men in his position would have spent the money on a "spree," and Mr. Henry Glaver was one of these fungi. He had started in life as a solicitor‘s clerk, and he would have been, by this time, struggling for a practice for himself, if an ‘uncle had not fortunately died, and, still more fortunately for Mr. Henry Glove, leff his money to his nephew. There were some members of the selves how Mr. Henry Glaver had got into it. For no one knew much about him, and absolutely nothing of his ‘"People" or family. Indeed, it was generally concluded that he possessed neither. He was one of those men who crop up in society, like mushâ€" rooms; no one knows how they chance to come there, but there they are, and there they remain and flourish; though sometimes something happens to them, and they are knocked from their shallow roots and disappear. "All right, do. No, I‘m quite\alone. Choose, will yor?~ You are a\)etter hand at it than I am," he added, as as he handed the menu. Tse assertion was not true, for Mr. Henry Glaver could select a dinner with anyone; but it was his way. to flatter in a judicious manner when he thought flattery would pay. .m Henry Glave nodded _ cheerfully, but not gushingly or enthusiasticâ€" allyâ€"he was too cute to show his satisfaction at the proposal. he was not particularly fond of the man, it would be better than sitting alone and brooding. Glave was always amusing, and, perhapsâ€" though Bruce did not think it probâ€" ableâ€"he might distract Bruce‘s mind, draw it away, if only for an hour or two, from Ravenhurst and Jess. . At this time of the year most of the members are away, and Bruce was not sorry at finding the diningâ€" room almost deserted. Ile locked round, and was making for a table in a corner, when a man looked up from a table on the other side of the room, and nodded. The man was Mr. Henry Glave, and Bruce was passing. on with a nod, when he changed his mind, and took a seat opposite him. ; "I‘ll dine with youâ€"if you are not engaged," he said. After all, though Bruce sank into a chair, with his back to the window, and sat brooding there and drinking champagne till it was time to dress. Then, having dressed, he stood with his hands in his pockets, looking at the sunset, which could be seen from the window of his sittingâ€"room; but seeing, not the glory of the heavens, but the pale face which, though it belonged to onâ€" ly a little slip of a schoolgirl, was the one face in the world for him. Then he raised himself, and, with a sigh, went slowly downstairs, and round to his club in St. James‘s. â€" But here his lordship‘s bell rang furiously, and Mrs. Gurdon hurried her husband off with the champagne, remarking: ". don‘t. know.. But he dlooks shocking bad. If it was another man, I should say he‘d dropped a lot on the last big race; but I‘ve known his lordship drop a pile, and never turn a hair or stop smiling. It might be influenzaâ€"but,. somehow, IL don‘t think it is He looks as if it was someâ€" thing preying on his mind. Fearfully short, . too; and him â€" usually so pleasant and chatty. It was, ‘Chamâ€" pagne and look sharp, Gurdon!‘ I wonder whether him and the Earl have had a row? No; that can‘t be it, either, for they‘re as fond of each other asâ€"as Siamese twins; and the Earl never rows with anybody." ‘"His lordship will row with you William!" ‘"Lordship‘s back, Susan! No: don‘t want anything to eat. Going to dine at the club. I‘m to take up a bottle of Pommery; and, by George, he looks as if he wanted it!" [ I_ will go away! You shall not be )troubled with me again! Goodâ€"byeâ€" goodâ€"bye!" Then he leaned forward \ and looked into her face, the last look of love‘s farewell. "Oh, Jess! God \ help us both!" *What‘s athe matttt with him, then?" asked Mrs. Gurdon, who had a great liking and admiration for her husband‘s master. r never lacked guests; and Bruce could always give a good hot cup of tea to any ladies who droppod inâ€"of course, properly chaperonedâ€"at the magic hour of five. _ Bruce went up to town the same evening. "He had some very good rooms in the little street that leads out of Park Laneâ€"rooms which were worth so many guineas per inch, and so small that he often declared that he was afraid to stretch himself lest he should knock the wall out. His valet was married to a clever| young woman, who had picked up the art of cooking from a former sweetheartâ€"a French chef. Gurdon, the valet, was quick and clever, and devoted to his master; and, take it all round, Bruce was comfortably lodged . and well tended. Aâ€" dinner or a supptr at his rooms was always a little event. and He was gone before she recovered from the look, the mad, fevered words; and she woke to the sound of his horse‘s hoofs as it clattered at breakâ€"neck pace down the lane. CHAPTER XVIII HTODUOMIOHUONUONOSUOnUNTUSUIUANUNURUBURUEUBHUIUBURUEOT OA CTG NNOU: iCauuusUsUuUuIUsU{UIU USvevSuSUuSusUSrUsUs JUiFCâ€"o o Sirord: The next morning Bruce hedged. He might have laid against the horse, and stood to win on the information he had so strangely obtained; but he "Quite right," assented Bruce. "I should always do my best to save a man from being robbed. I thought the horse was going to be run on the straight. You‘re sure?" "Quite sure," returned Mr. Glave quietly. ‘"Goodâ€"night, Lord Ravenâ€" hurst"; and without offering his hand or giving Bruce time to offer his, he left the room. Mr. Glave inclined his head and smiled as he said: ‘"Well, Lord Ravenhurst, I have information that the horse will not be run to win . toâ€"morrow. Iâ€" can scarcely tell you from whence I got my knowledge; but I can assure you that it is absolutely reliable. Starlight will come in a bad second or third." There was something convincing in the man‘s manner and voice, and Bruce looked at him steadily. "No; I won‘t ask you how you know," he said. ‘"I will take your word for it Mr. Glave, and I will hedge toâ€"morrow morning. I am exceedingly obliged to you." ‘"‘Not at all! I am sure you would do as much for me, Lord Ravenâ€" hurst." "I must apologise for calling on you at this late hour, Lord Ravenâ€" hurst," he said in his best mannerâ€" grave and selfâ€"possessed; "but I have just received some information which I think will be of service to you. Thanks, I will not sit downâ€"I have an engagement, and can only remain a few minutes You have a large sum on Starlightâ€"I have heard you say so." f Â¥es," said Brhce. ‘‘That is true, Mr. Glave.‘" He called him "Mr." as he would have done his tailor, trainer, or solicitor; not "Glave‘" only, as he would have called an equal; and "Mr." Glave‘s hate again rose within him, and had to be thrust down. The night before the race Bruce wgs somewhat surprised at receiving a visit from Mr. Glave. A Ravenhurst was not capable of receiving a visitor with anything but courtesy; but, well, Bruce was cold, and, though Mr. Glave affected not to notice the chillâ€" iness of his reception, he inwardly fumed and burned, and made a note of it. Everything comes to him who waits, and an opportunity ofâ€" being of service to Lord Ravenhurst came to Henry Glave. To put the matter shortly. Bruce had backed a certain horse called Starlight. He believed in him, and backed him heavily, and stood to win or lose a large sum. The horse was a general favourite, and was looked upon as certain to win. But so good an actor, he was able to conceal from Bruce the fact that he hated him with a deadly hate. There is nothing in the whole range of malignancy like ‘to the hatred which your man from the gutter feels for the true gentleman and aristocrat whom he envies, loathes, and imitates. He had great command over his features, â€"and was a master of "manner"; in fact, he was so good an actor that he could have made his way upon the stage; but he preâ€" ferred to be a "gentleman," and conâ€" fined himself to playing amateur theatricals at great houses, with lords and ladies for fellowâ€"actors, and an audience in which there was nothing but ‘‘stalle." R They wanted to know who he was, where he came from, and so on;. and when no ‘one could â€" answer these simple questions, they were inclined to treat Mr. Glave rather coldly. They stood aloof, as it were. Amongst these rather particular persons had ‘been Bruce, Lord Ravenhurst. On his first introduction, Bruce had not liked the look of the man, and had kept hint at arm‘s length, treating him with that excess of courteisy which is worse for the recipient; than downright rudeness. Most men would have reâ€" sented this coldness, and, no doubt, Mr. Glave did, but he took care not to show it. He bided his time; never made any advances, and never toadied to his man; but he made friends of Bruce‘s friends, and kept his eyes open. 4 j So Mr. Henry Glave got on. He was supposed to be twice as rich as he really was, was voted ‘"a decent fellow," and an amusing; and wasâ€" so he flattered himselfâ€"a gentleman. But there were one or two men, men of exalted rank, of old family and oldâ€"fashioned prejudices, who eyed Mr. Henry Glave askance, and reâ€" garded him with something approachâ€" ing suspicion. i After Oxford, he was called to the bar. Not that he wanted toâ€"practise; but â€" because & barristerâ€"again, heaven only knows why!â€"is always supposed to be a gentleman. While he was eating his terms, he pursued his old game, and kept his old friends and made new ones,. by the same means he had found so successful at Oxford. His debtors declared him to be a good fellow; and notwithstanding that no one knew whether he had a grandâ€"father or not, they asked him to their houses, put him up at their clubs, kindly and graciouslyâ€"ate his dinners, drove in his private hansom, sailed in his Thames yacht, ahd borâ€" rowed his money. . _sunk back into the drudgery of the i]awyer's office. Mr. Glave was a different kind of young man. He was ambitious. â€"He wanted, â€" above all things, to be a "gentleman." It was too late to think of entering ont of the servicesâ€"besides, he was not fond of fighting of any kindâ€"so he deâ€" cided to go to Oxford. Not that he wanted to learn anythingâ€"except the way to make friends. with men of better position than himselfâ€"but beâ€" cause it is supposedâ€"â€"heaven only knows why!â€"that a ‘man who has wasted a certain number of terms at a ‘‘Varsity" must, in eonsequence, be a gentleman." , Mr. Glave made friends at Oxford by a very simple process. He was clever and smart in a way, could tell a good story amusingly, and sing a comic song comically, but he did not rely on these useful talents alone. He knew "another and ‘@a better way.‘" Most'] young men at college" want money. Mr. Glave lent it to: them readily, and without interest. This looks generous; but in fairness to Mr. Glave‘s acuteness it must be added that he never lent to any but those from whom heâ€" was sure. of repayment. THE TIMES & GUIDE, WESTON. WEDNESDAY, rEBRUARY 14 1917 C d r-l";\)\" atre :fi' l.v»s'i S\ "I shall sellâ€" my horses," he said rather abruptly. Mr. Glave affected surprise. "Really! â€"That‘s a pity, isn‘t it? You‘ve one or two good thing‘s, haven‘t you?" Bruce nodded. "I think so; but I shall sell, all the same." "Tired of it?" Bruce was too honest and downâ€" right to accept the pleasant suggestâ€" fon. ‘"No; can‘t afford it," he said laconically. ‘"Bad time to sell now," said Glave thoughtfully. ‘"I don‘t know whether But Bruce was not easy to enterâ€" tain. He was absentâ€"minded and moody, and now and again Glave found that his companion was not even listening. Then he went on anâ€" other tack, and talked turf.. Bruce woke up for a time, then grew moody and abstracted again. In short, if anyone had said to Bruce, /‘This man with the pleasant smile, who sits opposite you, hates you like poison, is even at this moment longing to stick a largeâ€"sized dinnerâ€" knife into you, and, not being able to do so, in the present unnatural state of society, is secretly watching and waiting for an opportunity to utferly ruin you. body and soul,‘" Bruce would have laughed, and gone on choosing the dinner, in utter scorn and in credulity. The dinner was ordered and begun, and Mr. Glave commenced to amuse and entertain his companion. He had all the gossip of the clubs and drawâ€" ingâ€"rooms at his fingerâ€"ends, and he related it in the easiest and most effective manner. Little did he guess, as he examined the menu, that Mr. Glave was aware of Jess‘s existence, knew her name, and was resolved to discover everyâ€" thing relating to Bruce‘s engagement. He knew all Bruce‘s ‘affairs as well, perhaps better, than Bruce knew himself; knew all about his connectâ€" ions with Deborah Blunt, and certainâ€" ly more about that lady than did Bruce, who had no idea that Glave had even made her acquaintance." Bruce went away, liking the man no better, mark, but bound to admit that ne had behaver with, even Quixâ€" otic generosity and kindness. He paid Mr. Glave a portion of the dekbt, and â€"well, and anyone can fill in the rest. You can‘t continue to hold at arm‘sâ€" length a man who has twice befriendâ€" ed you in the most substantial mannâ€" er, and yet carefully_ refrains from forcing himself upon you; and so, Bruce, Lord Ravenhurst, and Mr. Henry Glaye becameâ€"friends. That is to say, Bruce persuaded himself that he had misjudged and underâ€" estimated the man, and Glave was pleasant and friendly with Bruceâ€" and hated him worse than ever. He did so; Bruce was pulled out of the mire for the‘ hundred and twentieth time, and was full of gratiâ€" tude to Ossieâ€"so full that the lad could not endure it, and, of course, let out the truth. Bruce went red and then pale, when he heard that he was indebted to Mr. Henry Glave and not to Ossie, and used language to that ingenious youth quite unfit for publication. He also sought Mr. Glave, and, in cold and somewhat haughty accents, wanted. to know what Mr. Glave meant by it. Mr. Glave shrugged his shoulders. ‘"Lord Desmond ought not to have told you," he said; ‘"but since he has done so, I . can only say, that, it is quite true that I foup?i the money, and that I should have offered it to you, if I had not felt quite certain that you would resent it. I‘m afraid you think I have been guilty of imâ€" pertinent intrusion‘"‘â€"â€"Bruce did not contradict himâ€"‘"and perhaps I have. But, Lord Ravenhurst, if the money has really been of service to you, D shall not mind your hard thoughts of me. Honestly, I have got a}z of satisfaction out of the affair.‘" "All right. I don‘t want the money, and Iâ€" can wait until you can. If‘s no odds." "But I cannot pay you nowâ€"now Glave!" said Bruce, dropping the "Mr." for the first timeâ€"whereat Mr. Glave smiled to himself. "Tell himâ€"let him think you have had a spell of luck, backed the right horse, been left a small pile by .an aged aunt. Tell him, let him think, what you like; but take the money, Desmond, _and. do. your . cham a service." â€"â€" "Butâ€"but," protested the lad, ‘"Why do you want to lend it to him 7 It‘s awfully goodâ€"natured of you, and all that, but, dash it,I don‘t see where you come in, don‘t you know!" Mr. Glave smiled. "I‘m afraid . you‘ll~ laugh, Desâ€" mond; but Iâ€" happen to have taken a liking to your friend Ravenhurst, and I should like to be of service to him. \Ob, if‘s a whim, just a â€"whim, and of course you‘ll think me out of my mingd; but never mind. Just let me know how muchâ€"or how littleâ€" will do, and Td give you a cheque toâ€"morrow." & Amongst Bruce‘s numerous friends was â€"@ young fellow name Oswald Desmond. He was a "mere boy," full of life and. high spirits, and very popular,; and was called "Ossice‘"‘â€" by old and young alike. . His affection for Bruce was that of "a younger brother, and Bruce returned the lad‘s liking with interest.\There was the fullest confidence between the two, and Ossie was always in possession of the state of Bruce‘s finances. . They were,atâ€"a certain period some months before this story opens, at a lower ebb even than usual, and Ossie, over a quiet dinner with Mr. Glave at the club, let out that Bruce was nearly "stoneâ€"broken." To the lad‘s surprise, Mr. Glave quietly offâ€" ered to lend himâ€" a_ large sum of money to lend to Bruce, "On the understanding and conditions, mind, Desmond, that Ravenhurst is never told where the money comes from.‘" Ossie started. "But, my dear fellow, Ravenhurst knows I‘ve never got any oof‘!" he exclamed. So much for act the first. Mr. Glave still waited, and presently another opportuity of serving the man he hated cropped up. was too honest for that, and was content to save himselfâ€"which shows that Bruce, with all his faults, was at any. rate, too good for the turf. 5 The race was run, Starlight_came in third, and Bruce was saved a loss which would have â€" very nearly broken him. & Of course he was grateful to Mr. Glave, and the next time he met that gentleman he tried to get an opporâ€" tunity of expressing his sense of the obligation;. but Mr. Glave was too wary. He seemed to actually avoid the man he had rescued, and when Bruce at last found an occasion on which he could try to express himâ€" self, Mr. Glave cut him short with a smile and wave of the hand. s To be continued. Ees hi hE ow io 4 Melt h [ enumecscon A e 4 mt | u>‘ _ 2e ; poccy en : hssy ue ; yaray? dA P l on P : | AVAVAVA January. 1917. For full information apply at any Bank or Money Order Post Office. Each Certificate is registered at Ottawa in the name of the buyer and, if lost or stolen, is valueless to anyone else. Individual purchases are limited to $1,500. Provision is made whereby the certificates may be surrenâ€" dered at any tim\e during #he first twelve months at their purâ€" chase price, after twelve months. but within twentyâ€"four months, at $22.25, and after twentyâ€"four months, but within thirtyâ€"six months, at $23.25 for every $21.50 paid. This means that the longer the certificates are held the higher the rate of interest that will be obtained. 3 > The Certificates, which mature in three yars, are issued in denominations of $25.00, $50.00 and $100.00, and may be bought at any Bank or Money Order Post Office. The prices are $21.50, $43.00 and $86.00 respectively,â€"that is to say, for every $21.50, lent to the Government now, $25.00 will be returned at the end of three years. The discount of $3.50 constitutes a most attractive interest return. As an incentive to thrift and greater national saving, the Government of Canada has created an issue of War Savings Cerâ€" tificates, in order that all who are desirous of helping financially may have the opportunity of doing so. Those who cannot go to the Front can help in a most practiâ€" , s cal way by saving their money and placing it at the disposal of the Government to assist in financing the war. HELP TO WIN THE WAR. BUYVY A CERTIFICATE TODAY OR START TO SAVLE FOR ONE TO THE PEOPLE OF CANADA W.T. WHITE, Minister of Finance, Ottawa. PAGE SEVEN 7 ar AZ