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Ttti, When Lola saw her mother's face, she knew that something terrible had _ happened. She sprung to meet her, crying: . "What is the matter, mamma? Why -. do you look so sad?" 9%» _ But madame was afraid to tellier. _ _- "I am tired, my dear. It is a tati- .'. guing drive, and the weather is very Exxrwarm and oppressive." i, _fc:fir:irS 'i'ét"t" ' Ma, is Suddenly the hand that had been clasping her shoulders relaxed their hold; the white Iago was raised for a moment with a taint cry, and then Lola tell, a senseless, helpless mass, at her mother's feet. Presently she thought ot the Myr- rowful awakening, and she fancied that it would almost be better tor her daughter to die then and than. "No. I am not quite sure, Lola, whether I heard bad news or not; you must-decide. When Sir Karl call- ed here first on his return to England, and I saw how delighted you were at his coming, I fancied that there was something between you, that it might have been for his sake you had sent so many of your lovers away, and that you liked him. Was I right, Lola?" "Quite right, mamma. I should have said nothing about it unless you had spoken first. But the real truth Is-why should I disguise it?-that 1 love him with my whole heart." "It has broken her haart," she moaned, "my only qrhild--hrin her heart." "My dearest mamma, it is not the Weather that makes you look so un- happy. Have you had bad news troririvatctct'." N -_ "It may not be true," continued madame, falling back on the only comfort she could give. "Things are so often exaggerated. Lady Fielden was the first to mention it; she said that Sir Karl Allanmore was to marry Lady Rhysworth in two or three weeks' time, that it was for his bride the hall had been redecorated." Madame called for no aid; with her own hands she raised her daugh- ter, and laid her upon the couch; then she knelt by her, weeping bitterly. Che did not blush or avert her face; she _showed none of the sweet natural shame that a girl feels when she) Wiel- mother of her love at- fairs. The beautiful face had grown perfectly white. "I feared so," said madame. "I have heard something about him which I hope and pray may not be Madame never forgot the haggard, stricken, despairing Alook that came over her daughter's face, which seem- ed all in one moment to take the youth and beauty from it. Lola did not speak, but from the white, set lips came a long, low, lingering cry. "MU- "What is it?" asked Lola, eagerly. She went up to her mother, laid her hands upon her shoulders, and look- ed straight into her face. _ "Mademoiselle Lola will be vexed at the news. I have always fancied she had a liking for Sir Karl." "I would rather have to tell her anything than this," she said to her- self. "It she loves him, as I fear she does, it will almost kill her." "Tell me what it is. I can bear anything but suspense. Is he ill? It so, I will go to him. No one has more right than I have." _ "It is not that," replied madame; "it is something quite different, He is well and happy-too happy, it all I hear be true. He is supposed," tal- tered madame-. "remember, Lola, that not one word may be true-he is supposed to be on the point ot mar- riage." All the pleasure ot her visit was over for madame, she took no further interest in the gossip that was going on around. Pale and troubled, she rose to go home. When she had departed, Lady Fiel- den said, laughing--- It happened that Madame de Fer- ras had driven over to make call on Mrs. Marabout; and, when she enter- ed the drawing room of that lady, the news was being discussed. Lady Fielden was present. She was kind of heart as a, rule, and seldom said ill-natured things; but even she had waxed indignant at the information that Lady Rhysworth was to marry Sir Karl. She had two daughters of her own, and she felt, it rather hard that Dolores should have carried off the two most eligible men in the neighborhood. Lord Rhysworth she had not grudged her. It was a good match for the girl who had no mother to help her in the most important event in her lite-getting married. But it was hardly possible,to feel so wall disposed when Sir Karl, who would have made so excellent a, hus- band for one of her own daughters, was taken captive by the same fair hands. ' Madame drove home, her. heart fill- ed with grief for her daughter. v The secret of her engagement was well kept for a time. The redecora- tion and refurnishing ot Scarsdale ex- cited no surprise. It had long want- ed. doing and it seemed only natural that Sir Karl should" embellish his 'mansion on his return, and after so long an absence. But the news got wind at length through the indiscre- tion of the old squire. He was de- lighted that his beautiful Dolores was to be so happy at last. Speaking of her one day to an intimate friend of hers, he said that she had carried off two of the best prizes in the neigh- borhood. This remark awakened the visitor's curiosity, further inquiries were made, and then the whole affair came to light. Certainly Sir Karl was in love with his daughter. "You must see for yourself, Dolor- es," he continued, "that our wedding will put a stop at once to all this kind ot thing. Now look at me with your Sweetest smile. Say 'Yes,' and let me have the infinite happiness of begin- ning to prepare Scarsdale for you." She whispered the word; and, if ever any man felt grateful to Heaven, felt his heart thrill with happiness, it was Sir Karl Allanmore. "Yes, implicitly. I see no motive for deception. It you had wished to marry her, you could have done so. My faith and trust in you are perfect, Karl.” In the troubled after time, those words, "My faith and trust in you are perfect, Karl,” came to her again and again; they pierced her heart with their' memories and stood before her in letters of fire. led her in any respect-neither by pxrord or look. You believe me, do you not?" , (Continued from last week) “I told her," she muttered, "that any one coming between Sir Karl and. myself should beware. Let Her bo- ware. I cannot take her life, but it T could mar her beauty-tha beauty that has won him---I would. It I knew how to torture her so that never again in her life should there come one moment of peace or rest, I would do it. Let her beware!" She never heeded the brilliant col- ors that made the evening sky BO tair; she took no notice of the song of the birds, all the fair beauty or earth and sky were lost on her. Half an bour'atterward, Lola was driving toward Deeping Hurst, her heart torn with pain, love, and jeal- ousy, her brain filled with schemes of vengeance, her whole soul in hot rebellion against her fate. She had no settled plan of action; but the look that was in her face and the light that was in her eyes evidently meant mischief. "Let her beware."' she repeated to herself, when the carriage stopped. "Watt for me, Jean," she said to the groom. "I may be one hour, or I may be three. Do not take the hors- es to the stable, and do not leave the carriage. I shall expect to find you here when I return." She rang the hall bell and was told by the servant who answered it that Lam} Rhysworth was at home and alone; that she could see her at once; her Iadyship was in her bou- doir. It takes a great deal to surprise a French waiting-maid of the type of Stephanie. It her young nmistress had asked to be driverrto some house where she might have met a lover, there would have been.a spice of fun and intrigue in it; but a visit to a lady and that the most irreproachable of widows was flat and tame. The servants were so accustomed to her coming to the house at all times that there seemed nothing unusual in her request. Lady Rhysworth’s friends had access to her at all times. ‘Let her beware!" Lola murmured to herself as she Went through the long dorridor and up the wide stair- case. "Whatever her fate, she has drawn it on herself." She knew the Way,to Lady Rhys- worth’s boudoir. She had spent many hours in it. Without knocking, With- out speaking, she opened the door and went in. Dolores, who was sitting in a low chair near the window. looked up with a startled glance as Lola. en- tered, and uttered a little cry as she saw the full expression of the beauti- ful ran. "You need not announce me," Lola sang to the man, “I will go myself." "1.01:!" ab. and, frightened more than lb. would hare cared to own. No mun: 0am. from the French girl, who walkod up to her with a. haunt: m. In. let her dark tra- "Tell Jean to make as little noise as possible, lest madame should hear the sound of wheels." was passing in her heart-her hands clinched tightly, until hot mend came. "Stephanie," she said, "will you tell Jean that 1 want the little pony carriage, and that he must drive me over to Deeping Hurst? I want to see Lady Rhysworth; but madame must not know anything about it. You can manage it for me, can you not, Stephanie?." _ "Yes, madamoiselle,” was the ul'lef reply. When Lola was alone she drew a deep breath of relief. Now that she dared to be natural, the dark beau- tiful face was terrible to behold. She walked with hasty steps up and down her room---pnly Heaven» knew what Lola, laughed again, this time with flushed face and glowing byes. "No, mamma, he has never made love to me. Say no more about him. What lies between him and myself I will repay. Never mention the sub- ject again." t ,. Madame kissed her, and when her daughter had left the room, solaced herself with a novel until she forgot her cares in sleep. "I want nothing, Lola. Tell me one thing. You have neither father nor brother-only me to befriend you; but I, though a weak woman, I can be like a lioness when my child is touched. Tell me, has that man de- ceived you? Has he made love to you as a mere sport and pastime! It so the law shall punish him." When the crodt struck seven, the girl stood up, and then a worn look dimmed the brilliancy of her face. "Mamma, I am very tired," she said. "I am going to my room. Do not let any one disturb me on any account. I shall be quite well to-morrow." She laughed, with a laugh that made madame's blood run cold,-- a horrible laugh; then she stopped sud- denly, kissed her mother's face and said-- _ "Poor mammal I am sorry I have frighteneq _you. Let me get you some wine. You must have some- thing; you look quite white." "Never remind me of my folly, mamma; forget all about it, as I shall. Who would have thought Dolores would have too husbands, while I have not had one? It is most amus- ing. Have I frightened you?" she said, looking toward her mother, who sat with a terrified face "It was the closeness of the room which made me faint, not-mrhat you told me about Sir Karl.” Her voice had in it such a ring of pain, that tears came into her moth- er's eyes. "Did I say that I loved him, mir/ii- ma? It was perfect nonsense, quite untrue. The white rose, you know --always the white rose!” Madame thought that she was wan- dering in her mind; she could not see what a white rose had to do with her diéappointed. Lola's dark eyes flash- ed as she went on. It was her warm kisses that brought life back to Lola, that caused the dark eyes to open and the locked lips to unclose. "Say no more, mammal" she cried, her indomitable pride and spirit com- ing to the rescue. "It is all a mis- take. I-I do not care. Let Sir Karl marry whom he will; it is nothing to She murmured a few words, and then madame drew her head to her breast, but Lola sprung from her arms-she would not listen to the soothing voice. _ CHAPTER XVII tLed ?Pe'sa"eWAWk%'svWe', guvuv H‘JAéVlLVA “/qu bcci-UtLa/ .2»: "htter stealing him from me by treachery! It you had not interfer- ed, he would have loved me," exclaim- ed Lola. "He wrote to me constant- ly from abroad; he came to see me on the very night of his return, be- fore he, theueht of seeing you." It was seldom. that the genus. :1 ture of Lady Rhysworth was aroused to anger, but her heartegwelled with a keen sense of injustice. Why should this girl, whom she had never cared for, have come here to insult her? Why should her happiness be marred because this girl cared nothing for her? Why should she suffer and be made wretched for that? She rose with the graceful dignity natural to her. - "I will not prolong this distressing scene by denying the truth of your words. You know that they are wick- edly false. I am innocent of the charge you bring against me, and no "My dear Lola, you are quite wrong. Now be reasonable; do not stand and look at me as though I were your greatest enemy. If there had been any engagement, any acknowledge- ment of love between Sir Karl and yourself, I would rather have died than have promised to marry him! "I repeat that he was mine, and that you have stolen him." _ "Yes, I have. I will tell you honestly what passed. I had often wondered whether he really knew his own mind, and I asked him. He told me plainly that he had never even had the least flirtation with you, but that he had always esteemed your friendship l1ighly-that you were friends, but nothing more, and---you compel me to speak plainly-that he loved me and no one else. It was then that I promised to marry him." “He was learning to love me," con- tinued Lola. "I loved him with my whole heart, and my love had touch- ed him. He was beginning to care tor me when you came between us and stole him from me. It was rank treachery. Can you deny that you knew I loved him? I had opened my heart to you, I had told you that he was miner." "He was never yours," said Lady fthysworth-"I have his own word for it." Lola’s face flushed with rage. "So you have talked to him about me!” she cried. Cl IMMMgsgMMgg@aMMM?SggSag2t%2gSggS=ggSgNaMM2dl !. MIMM gagapgagaMgiggaMgaMMMMMMMMM2 EaEggaEagigEagEagagi' “He was never yours, Lola. When you say that, you speak falsely. He was kind to you; he has been, I know, a true and staunch friend to you; but he Was never your lover - and you know it." "I have not," replied Dolores. "Sir Karl has never been your lover and never will be." "He was not yours. The fact of your calling a man yours does not make him so. The fact even that you love a man does not compel him to love you. Sir Karl had the right to love whom he pleased." “He would have ated Lola sullenly, come between us." " repeat that he was mine, and mine only, but that you have come between us-you, with your pale, sickly face and yellow hair, thinking yourself, no doubt, irresistible; you, I say, have come between us." ’ "You have stolen mine. Sir Karl was mine. You are a false friend and a false woman! You have stolen him, knowing that he was mine!” "I have stolen no one's lover," an- swered Dolores. _ veiling cloak fall from her shoulders, removed her hat from her head, and then, standing erect before Dolores, she said: “Let me speak. I have come to ask you a question. Is it true what I hear? It is true that you have stolen my lover from me?" She had grown very pale; she was really afraid of the girl who stood before her with such glittering eyes. There, is Sound Economy in Buying Good Clothes - HARLEY E. HENDERSON loved me," reiter- "it you had not THE TIMES & GUIDE, WESTON, WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 24, 1917 You will get One Hundred Cents worth for everydollar you spend in a Suit or Overcoat of and a little extra in the Style, Fit and Work- manship. They are tailored to your-measure --perfect fit and satisfaction guaranteed. The Fall and Winter samples are here--make your selections now. a A RT " have one more duty," Lola, said to herself. "I will see him, no matter what it costs me, and tell him what I think of him." With that resolve she once more sought her room. Sleep was out of the question; and she spent the whole of that night pacing up and down her chamber. It was true that he had not made love to her in the common ac- ceptation 6t the phrase, but he would "I do as they did of old," she said to herself. "I shake the dust of the glpprfo‘OW. of“ "‘3' feet” . pls'ryhd'.r.o'-e "rf" “3' feet” Theri'she drove homirTHrhe return was managed as quietly as the depart- ure had been; and madame never knew of her daughter's visit to Lady Rhysworth. or short, beware, Lady Ethysworthl As surely as the sun rises and sets, so sure is my vengeance to tall upon your guilty head." Lola spoke with such flashing eyes, with such a threatening face, with such power and passion, that Dolores shrunk back, pale and trembling, from the terrible avalanche of words. "Let me pass," she said faintly. “You may go new!” cried Lola, op- ening the door. "You will remember your last interview with Lola de Fer.. ras! ‘Such happiness as a woman can enjoy with a sword hanging over her head I wish you; and I pray that so much of your treachery as Heaven leaves unpunished may be repaid by She wrapped the dark cloak around her shoulders and drew her veil over her face; her whole form was trem- bling with passion. Ere she quitted the room she glanced round it,rernem- bering the happy hours she had spent there, and knowing that she would never enter it again. It was with a malignant look that she watched Lady Rhysworth walk quickly down the long corridor. Then she went back to the little carriage. Before she took her seat, she turned to gaze at the house. _ "You shall hear me," she said. “I will force you to listen. You have done this shameful thing to me; you have stolen my love from me; and I swear to be revenged; I gave you fair warn- ing, I said, 'let any one beware "who comes between us.' You have come between us, Now beware! You have broken my heart; I swear to break yours. You have ruined my life; I will ruin yours. You have tortured me; I will torture you. When the time comes tor my revenge you shall suffer as I suffer now. False woman and treacherous friend, you can go now; but beware! It may be years before my vengeance comes; perhaps I may not seek it until he has grown tired ot you; but, be the interval long Lady Mhysworth did not answer her. She saw that it was useless, as Lola was beside herselt with rage; and she knew that Whole tirade to be utterly false. She moved from her place as though she would quit the room; but Lola, prevented her; she stationed herself before the door, with her arms outstretched. one knows it better than yourself. I must say, Lola, that I am surprised that you should have shown so little maidenly delicacy as to try to force your affection on a man who did not care to receive it." "It will be better tor you, Lady Rhysworth, not to say another word. You think yourself very pure and good and noble. Let me tell you a few home truths; you are quick enough to tell the like to me. What does the world think of the delicate, refined, high-bred Dolores Cliefden, who has angled for two husbands. who married an old man for his money, and two years after his death would marry a young man tor love-- what of the woman with a little daughter who neglects her to attend to the wooing of a man who will nev- er tolerate the presence of another man's child in his house-dainty Do- lores, who, with all her modesty, has managed by her artful wiles to secure the two'best matches in the neighbor- hood, and then whispers about maid- enly delicacy? My faults are open ones; yours are hidden. I love one man honestly; you have either loved or pretended to love two. Oh, sweet Dolores, what now of maidenly deli- cacy So spoke Lady Rhysworth; but she shrung back, brave as she was in the knowledge of her own truth, from the angry face that Lola. turned up- on her. l" ?" COOK BROS. fr ALLEN LIMITED Sir Karl had risen early. He wanted to go over to Deeping Hurst. Every day he found something on which to consult Dolores-the color of the cur- tains, the placing of a statute, the hanging of a picture; nothing, in his opinion, could he done without her advice. As he sat down to his solitary She followed Lola to the door and saw her start. She admired the pret- ty costume and the coquettish hat, and thought that there was not in the whole world any one so beautiful and charming as her child. "The storm has passed over her head and left her untouched and un- troubled." So thought the mother, who little understood her daughter's character. have loved her in time had it not been for this most cruel treachery of Do- lores. "It will be an excty1lent thing for you, Lola,' returned madame, reliev- ed. She had feared Lola would be overwhelmed with sorrow; instead ot that, she was laughing and bright as ever. "I ought to have had a far bette' chance of winning him than she ever had," she said to herself. "If she had not come between us, he would have been mine;" and, by dint of constant repetition, she believed it at last. She would go early in the worm ing to see Sir Karl; he would not escape. "I am going for a long walk morning, mamma," she said, "so I not ask you to accompany me. I do me good do me more good than driving." 138 Exemption may be applied for by the men selected themselves or by their parents, near relatives or employers. Application for exemption must be made on printed forms to be found at every post offices which are to be filled in and left with the postmaster if exemption is desired. The postmaster will forward the form to a Registrar, who will send it to the appropriate Exemption Board. In due time, then, the Applicant will get notice as to when he must present his case before the Board. Exemption will be granted to those who can establish that it is in the national interest that they remain in civilian life. This is for the Exemption Board to decide after having received full information in each case. The grounds on which exemption may be claimed (which are similar to the grounds recognized in Great Britain and the United States) are as follows ".- ie) Ill health or infirmity. tf) That he conscientiously obiects to the undertaking of combatant service and is prohibited from doing so by tenets and articles of faith, in effect on the sixth day of July, 1917, of any organized religious denomination existing and _ well recognized in Canada at such date, and to which he in good faith belongs. in; That he should be exempt because disfranchised under the War Time Election Act. No Clairn for Exes; "ion :11 nuld be put forward unless one or other of these grounds in fact exists, and no loyal citizen should assist in, or allow himself to be made a party to, any Claim for Exemption unless thoroughly satisfied that it is made in good faith. CHAPTER XVIII Exemption Boards have been chosen in such a way as to make them absolutely independent and removed from all influence. There are over 1,250 boards throughout the country, each composed of two men, one appointed by the county judge in the district concerned and one selected by a joint committee oi Parliament. Being familiar with local conditions where they sit, the members are welMitted to appreciate such reasons for exemption as are put before them by men called up. (b) (0) (d) (a) xemptien Tribunals. That it is expedient in the national interest that the man should, instead of being employedin Military Service,be engaged in other work in which he is habitually engaged. That it is expedient in the national interest that the man should, instead oi being employed in Military Service, be engaged in other work in which he wishes to be engaged and for which he has special qualifications. That it is expedient in the national interest that, instead of being employed in Military Service, he should continue to be educated or trained for any work for which he is then being educated and trained. That serious hardship would ensue if. the man were placed on active service, owing to his exceptional financial or business obligations or domestic position. this will will Sir Karl thought that he would wile away the intervening hours with a cigar on the terrace, from which there was a beautiful view of the sur- rounding country. He was W" lking up and down, watching the blue rings of smoke that curled upward from his cigar, and thinking with a smile of the fair lady he loved, and of the lit- tle child who had twined herself round his heart. In his careless, un- troubled mood nothing could have been further from his thoughts than misery of any kind. It was a shock to him when, turning suddenly, he had heard footsteps, and looked round to see who it was. "Lola?" he cried, startled more than he liked to show. A shadow seemed to fall over C3rEn'.V-. thing. Recovering himself', he went up to her, and held out his hand. "Man was never intended to live alone," he said to himself; "and no one has been more miserable under the ordeal than I have been." breakfast, he, inwardly congratulated himself that he would soon have a fair face opposite to him and a sweet "oice to speak to him. However, it would not be for long, he thought. It was too early yet to go to Deeping Hurst. The first hours of the day were always devoted to Kathleen. He had found by experi- ence that it was almost useless to ask tor Lady Rhysworth until "baby" had been properly equipped. No more loving mother ever lived, and the charge that Lola. had brought against her of neglecting the little one for Sir Karl's sake had cut Dolores to the heart. "This is indeed a surprise-eo Issued by The Military Service Council it!" "1 do not see how you could, Lola,” he returned. "My friendship with you has been perfectly open. There has never been any thought ot love on my part. You must remember that I told you when you spoke ot it, that your friendship with me should never interfere with your marriage." "I must ask you if it is true," she continued. --"l will believe it from no other lips but yours-that You are going to marry Dolores?" "Yes; I hope so," he replied. "Was it ot that hope you spoke to me on the night of your return?" she asked. "Yes, it was." "Then," she cried, raising her mis.. erable face to the sky, "may Heaven have mercy on me! l-l thought you were alluding to me--I felt sure of early in the morning'.' ’That is the title ot a comic song, is it not?" But his tmsrht words died away when he saw the white face as if in stone, and his countenance changed. "Are you ill, Lola? Great heaven, what is wrong? What is the matter? Is Madanae--is anything wrong with madame?" madame. It is a. very simple wrong, but one which I lay at your door. My heart is broken." She looked so"woe-begotae that he was touched. He would have resented reproaches or passionate words; but when a beautiful girl tells a man that her heart is broken, and he knows that it is for love of him, it is hard indeed to be angry. "There is something wrong," she said slowly, "but it concerns me, not (To be Continued) PAGE/ 's'Lrt,"