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U{That‘. ecnmed . JEA. OS3 oo «‘you, too? Oh, this is too much. & First Lord Ruysland, then gir Peter Dangerfield, now Captain O‘Donnell, :all are transfixed at sight of my nutrâ€" sery governess, and insist that, dead or alive, they have met her before. Now, where was it you knew her, Mon x ‘Capitaineâ€"â€"surely not in Algiers?" » "Not in Algiers, certainly. Where J have seen her before, I cannot tell; seen her I have, that is positiveâ€"my memory for facts and faces may be trusted. And hers is not a face to be a=ll awma forgotten, yet just now I «cannot place it." _ _ _"Our waltz I believe, Lady Cecil!" exclaimed a gentleman, coming UpP and salaaming before her. It Wwas Squire Talbot, of | Morecambe; and XLady Cecil, with a few last smiling words over her white shoulder to the wchasseur, took his proferred arm and moved away. "How strange," she was thinking, «‘that Captain O‘Donnell should _ have known her, too. Really,, Miss Hernâ€" «castle is a most mysterious personage. Why is it, I wonder, that she attracts and fascinates me so? It isn‘t that I like herâ€"I don‘t; I doubt, I distrust her. Yet I like to look at her, to hear her talk, to wonder about her. How wapt Sir Arthur looks! I never sucâ€" ceeded in enchanting him like that. Four hours ago he was On the brink .of asking me to be his wifeâ€"now he looks as though there were not anâ€" other woman in the scheme of the universe than Helen Herncastle. Am I jealous, I wonder?â€"do I really want to marry him, after all? Am I the «coquette they call me?" She smiled fitterly as she looked mp 1 URHace (Continued from last wCCh ) "Queenie would have it,"" Lady Danâ€" gerfield answered, wl,v.i a shrug; "she ,,persists in making the governess one of the family." "Oh, Queenie would have it, would she?" the earl responded thoughtfully looking at his daughter. ‘"Very conâ€" siderate of Queenie, and she likes to have the baronet amusedâ€"naturally. Captain ©‘Donnell, you honor Miss MHerncastle with a very prolonged and inquisitive gazeâ€"may I ask if YOu have fallen a victim as well as Six ..Arthur?" f *K ictim? Well, no, I think not. I am trying to recollect where I have seen Miss Herncastle before." Ios Ese oc o emiald+ ‘‘Not in Algiers, CS have seen her befo seen her I have, th memory for facts 8 trusted. And hers i seen and forgotten, «cannot place it." â€" _ _"Our waltz, I bel UVR LUAEGECOM RORE ENC "W’ha? another? Upon my word the plo ~thickens 1'a.pid1y_ You too, have known Miss Herncastle, then, in â€"some other and better world 2. Is she .destined to strike every gentleman she meets in this sensational. manner?" "Missâ€"what did you call her, Lady «Gecil? Good God! I never saw such a resemblance. Upon my sacred honon, Lady CGecil, I thought it was a ghost." "Of courseâ€"that‘s the iformula â€"â€" they all say that. Whose ghost do you take her for, Squire Talbot?" "Katherine Dangérfield, of ‘course â€"â€"poor Kathic! It isâ€"good God!â€" it 4s as like her asâ€"â€"â€"" The squire pullâ€" ed out his cambric and wiped (his flushed and excited face. "I give you my word, I never saw such a resembâ€" \lance. Except that this lady has darker hbhair, and, yesâ€"yes, I thinkâ€" and is taller anfi more womanlyâ€"she 4s â€" _‘ Again fhe squire paused, his «consternation only permitting disconâ€" mnected sentences. "I never saw anyâ€" "Eh! Quite a flirtation going OU there, certainly." He was rather Obâ€" tuseâ€"the squire. "Didn‘t think sir Arthur was much of a lady‘s man, but gad! toâ€"night he seemsâ€" Oh, good Heaven!" He stopped shortâ€"he stared aghast â€"â€"Miss Herncastle â€" had lifted . her stately head from the book of engrayâ€" ings and turned her face toward them. And for the first time Squire Talbot â€"saw her. TLady Cecil looked at him and Jaughed outright.. Amaze, consternaâ€" tion, horror, were actually pictured upon his face. 2 Movencs ce en osrranA MEAZ UAE on ol d n eai ol iend o+. She smiled fitterly as she looked toward them. Squire Talbot caught that look and followed it. thing like itâ€"never, I give you my Honor. What does Sir Peter say? He must have noticed it, and, gad! it can‘t be pleasant for him.‘" "sir Peter has been in a collapset and horrified state ever since she enâ€" ‘tered Scarswood. Oh, yes, he sees it â€"not a doubt of that. . Miss Hernâ€" «castle is like one of Wilkie Collins‘ nqvelsâ€"fthe interest intensifies steadâ€" ily to the endâ€"the {Man in the Iron Mask‘ was plain reading compared to her. Really, if she keeps frightening people in this way, I greatly fear Lady Dangerfield must send her awaly. A. dliving phost can‘t be a pleasant inâ€" structress of youth." t w LA LECL DA CASHS LEL 1 BORZ CC COCCt _ "She does not seem to frighten Sir | "For the bird that is once in the toils, rM‘thur Tregenna, at least," said Squire l my dear, "Talbot, beginning to recover from his Can never be caught with chaff." sudden shock.. ‘"And so she is only | the governess. I never saw such al _ That â€" halfâ€"amused, â€" halfâ€"knowing resemblanceâ€" never in all my life. i smile was still on his moustached lips What would Edith say, I wonder, if \as he bade her a gay good night, and she could see it?" _ was gone. The Irish idyl had been C ardith ?" ‘written, and this was its English readâ€" ‘a My sister, you. knowâ€"used to be'ing. f Katherine Dangerfield‘s bosom friend | m i tci and confidanteâ€"married now, youi CHAPTER IIL: knowâ€"De Vere, of the Plungersâ€"and | 5 #one to‘south of France for her health \ The Mystery of Bracken Hollow â€"Gad! I don‘t thmk\,lt wo.uld be S?:lf'e‘ se amail porfor â€"of [ the . Silver to let them meetâ€"she‘s nervous, E4t | mose looked very much toâ€"day as it isâ€"took Katherine‘s death, poor girl.} a derernle d’(\-y $HSL LC3 'l\ as 3 s ay six years, when litâ€" wery deeply to heart: and if she came| naorapes" vayasor nad Leen its ocC suddenly upon thisâ€"this facsimile, bY |jou; A â€"rifle dustier Â¥ “115 is George! of her friend, I wouldn‘t anâ€" | d‘:ll‘k.("l‘ '2\11(1 (1ir§g'i(9lll'b ;i’t ll:lemsuml(t]-bt'll;ti‘ Sswer foc the consequences, Never saw ) 10â€" / fo or ts vencrable. ermermane such a life." . \ ‘And then they whirled away in their waltz. How strange! how strange! Juady Cecil, kept thinking. Perhaps that was why her eyes rarely wanderâ€" ed from these two at the table., . No one interrupted them. It was a most pronounced flirtation. Even Captain O©‘Donnell declined the, request of his hostess and the earl that he should go and speak to his friend." _ _ "*By no means," he said, with a smile; "that can wait. It would be a pity to interrupt themâ€"he seems so well amused." \ It was Miss Herncast] broke up the teteâ€"aâ€"tet had become so intereste in his companion and t to quite forget the fligh men never forgeet the I conveances, in any sit She Hes. Lady. Cecil ».--“...m.-.-----“---“ a e e e e e e en s o on e e e e e e e e n ons striking resémblance in all my mn? Well, no, I think not. z to recollect where I have Herncastle before." cried Lady Dangerfield; Oh, this is too much. Ruysland, then gir Peter d, now Captain O‘Donnell, THE LAST LINK of | Morecambe; and th a few last smiling white shoulder to the his proferred arm and tâ€"he stared aghast ) had. lifted . Jbher the book of engrayâ€" r face toward them. time Squire Talbot ave it,"" Lady Danâ€" vL a shrug; "‘she the governess on€e castle herself who | settl aâ€"tete. Sir Arthur it lit rested, so absorbed ‘ brig nd the pictures, as |she flight of time. Woâ€"| ever the proprieties, «Jes i ribb x situation of liQ. like ‘ecil still Wa,’tching'lgruy sight of my nutâ€" insist that, dead met: her before. u knew her, Mon last week) aaa e e ce s e e e e o Dangerfield; s too much. n Sir Peter a O‘Donnell, o a e a e e e e e e e o i "I want him to leave the inn at I.Castleford, with his sister, and come here. The idea of stopping at an inn ’-â€"â€"a, lady, tooâ€"préposterous! Sir Peter ‘insists, I insist, Uncle Raoul insists, ‘l Sizr Arthur insistsâ€"all in vain. And I used to think Irishmen the most galâ€" lant and yielding of menâ€"could not possibly say no to a lady if they tried. §I shall have another opinion of Capâ€" tain O‘Donnell‘s countrymen after toâ€" i‘ might:"", / . an inner room, she saw the tall chasâ€" seur make his way through the crowd and approach. She could even hear his deep, mellow tones, "Tregenna, my dear fellow, how goes it?" Then with a look of real pleasure lighting up his grave face, she saw the Cornish baroâ€" net clasp the hand of the Irish soldier of fortune. Was there anything in the sight of the cordial handâ€"clasp of those two men unpleasant to the sight of Lady Gecil Clive? Over the fair face an irritated flush came, into the brown, bright eyes a sudden, swift, dark anger passed. She turned away from the sight to her next partner, and for the rest of the night danced and flirted without intermission, . Her laugh was gayer, her eyes brighter, her cheeks rosier than any there had ever seen them before. Bright at all times, some touch of feverish impatâ€" ience and anger within made her posiâ€" tively dazzling toâ€"night. her with a seriously set and interested expression, spoke a few last halfâ€"smilâ€" ing words, and hurried away. Like a man awakening from a dream, she saw Sir Arthur rise. No, Lady Cecil, you never succeeded in holding . him spellbound in this way, with all your, beauty, all your brilliance. Then, from The "festive hours‘"‘ drew to a close; the guests were fast departing. The music was pealing forth its last gay strains, as for the first moment she found herself alone. No touch of fatigue dimmed the radiance of that perfect face; that starry light gave her eyes the gleam of dark diamonds; the fever roseâ€"tint was deeper than ever on her cheek, when looking up She saw approaching Lady Dangerfield on the arm of Captain O‘Donnellâ€" Sir Arthur, stately and dignified, on her other hand. Her «brilliant ladyship was vivaciously insisting upon someâ€" thing, the chasseur laughingly but resolutely refusing. "Oh, here you are, Queenie!" her ladyship impatiently cried. ‘"What an inveterate dancer you are becoming! It was fatiguing only to watch you toâ€" night.. Perhaps you will succeed where I fail. You and Captain O‘Donâ€" nell appear to be old friends; try if you can prevail upon him and overâ€" come his obstinacy." To overcome th\e obstinacy of Capâ€" tain O‘Donnell I know of old to be an impossible task. But to please you, Ginerva!l On what particular point is our â€" Chasseur «d‘Afrique obstinate now?" ‘‘You will come," La Reine Blanche said, with a glance of her long, luminâ€" ous eyes, that had done fatal service ere toâ€"night. Few men had ever the moral courage to say no to those beâ€" witching eves. ‘"You will. Our motto is ‘The More the Merrier.‘ We will do our best not to bore you. Scearswood is a pleasanter place than the Silver Rose. You will comeâ€"I wish it." _ ‘"And nobody ever says no to Queenâ€" ie," Lady Dangerfield gaily added; "her rule is absolute monarchy." He Jooked down into the beautiful, laughing, imperial face, and bent low before her, with all the gallantry of "I can believe it, Lady Dangerfield. And that La Reine Blanche may have the pleasure of a new sensation, perâ€" mit me to say itâ€"for once. To please Lady Cecilâ€"what is there mortal man would not do? In this trivial matter she will, however, let me have my own obstinate way.. If the Peri had never dwelt in paradise, she would not: have wept in leaving. I may be weak, but past sad experience has taught me wisdom,. I take» warning by the fate of the Peri.‘" His tone was very gentle, his smile very pleasant, but his will was inâ€" vincible.. The velvet glove sheathed a hand of iron; this was not the Redâ€" mond O‘Donnell she had knownâ€"the impetuous, yielding lad, to whom. she had but to say "come," and he came an Irishman,, all the debonair of a Frenchman. a ut â€"â€""wo," and he went. Was she testâ€" ing her own power?, If so, she failed signally. As he turned to go to the cloak room she heard him humming a tune under his breath, a queer, proâ€" voking halfâ€"smile on . his face. She caught the fagâ€"end of the words: The: small parlor of the Silver Rose looked very much toâ€"day as it had done this day six years, when litâ€" tle Mrs. Vavasor had been its occuâ€" pant. A trifle dustier and.. rustier, darker and dingier, but the same; and in, one of its venerable, homeâ€"made armchairs, under its open front winâ€" dows, sat another little lady, looking with weary eyes up and. down â€" the street. t was Rose. O‘Donnellâ€"the captain‘s sister.. She was a little!creaâ€" in‘ one of its venerable, homeâ€"made armchairs, under its open front winâ€" dows, sat another little lady, looking with weary eyes up and. down â€" the street. It was Rose. O‘Donnellâ€"the captain‘s sister.. She was a littlecreaâ€" ture, as petite as Mrs., Vavasor herself, of fairylike, fragile proportions, a wan, moonlight sort of face, lit with large melancholy eyes. Those somber, blue eyes, under their black brows and lashes, reminded you of her brother; the rich, abundant ‘brown hair, that was but a warmer shade of black, was also his; otherwise, there was no reâ€" semblance. In repose the expression of that wan. small face was one. of vara e ns ie e m o a ie e e e e n n e e t n e e en e t enc y sn ons on s ons hn n n on on on oo on c e ce con m se o c o n c m t m t otn ce n in n oo e e i e e o e e e e e e n e 1 ‘"There can be no question as to \ my preference, brother; but if you obâ€" ‘ject to it in any wayâ€"‘" ehair.. She was quite alone, her deliâ€" cate brow knit in deep and painful thought, her hands clasping and:. unâ€" clasping) nervously in her lap, her great eyes fixed on the passersâ€"by, but evidently not seeing them. "This is the place," she said to herâ€" self in a sort «of whisper; "this is the town, and Searswood was . the house. . At lastâ€"at last! . But how will it end? . Must.. I go on to.. my: grave knowing nothingâ€"nothingâ€" whether he be living or dead, or am I to find out here? If I only dared tell Redmondâ€"my best brother, my dearâ€" est friendâ€"but I dare not,. If he be alive, and they met, he would surely kill him." An inner door opened, and her broâ€" ther, a straw sombrero in one hand, a fishingâ€"rod in the other, came in with his sounding trooper tread. "Rose,‘" he said hurriedly, "I did not mention it at breakfast, but I. was absent last night. I met an old acâ€" quaintance, and he insisted upon takâ€" ing me with him. I spent the evenâ€" ing at Scarswood Park." "Searswood Park!" It was almost a startled cry, but he did not notice it ‘‘Yes, Scarswood Parkâ€"place some three or four miles offâ€"belonging to Sir Peter Dangerfield. Didn‘t see Sir Peterâ€"saw my lady, though, and â€" here is where the interest comes in. She insist upon your leaving this hosâ€" telry and becoming her guest." afgn ‘"Â¥es. I chanced to do her some trifling service the other dayâ€"abâ€" surdly trifling to make such a fuss overâ€"and she insists upon magnifyâ€" ing a moleâ€"hill into a mountain, sayâ€" ing I saved her life and all that. She is really the most hospitable lady I ever metâ€"wanted to insist upon us both pitching our tents in Scarswood. For myself I declined, and do so still, of course; but for youâ€"I have been thinking it over, and am not so surée. This isn‘t just the place of all places I should choose for you; perpetual skittles in a back yard can‘t be agreeâ€" able to a wellâ€"constructed female mind. They are going to call toâ€"day, and if they insist, and you prefer it, why go with them, if you will." ‘"Theyâ€"Sir Peter and Lady Dangerâ€" field, do you mean?" "No; Lady‘ Dangerfield and her cousin, the Lady Cecil Clive. By the bye, I neglected to mention.. that I knew Lady Cecil and her father, Lord Rysland, years ago, in Ireland. They‘re very civil and all that, and if.they inâ€" sist, as I said, and you prefer itâ€"‘" Her large eyes lit with an eager light. f ) "Oh, I don‘t object. I would just as soonâ€"sooner, indeedâ€"you went, as you insist upon staying in this place at all. I shall remain here, and run down to see you every day until you have had â€"enough of Castleford and Searswood.. And, now, au revoir for the dayâ€"I‘m going fishing.~ He left the room whistling, flinging his sombrero carelessly on his dark curls, and throwing . his fishingâ€"rod over his shoulder. His sister watched his tall figure out of sight. "So he knew this Lady Cecil years @go, in Ireland, and never told me! Qdd! _I wondes if Lanty knew, her! Tâ€"shall ask." As if the thought had evoked him, enter Lanty Lafferty, a brush in one hand, a pair of his master‘s riding~ boots in the other, darkened by an Alâ€" gerian sun, otherwise not, a whit changed by the wear and tear of six years‘ soldiering. He deposited , the boots on the hearthâ€"rug, and stepped back, like a true artist, to survey,. his work. [ l eThim‘s thim,‘_> said.. Lanty,." ‘an; polished till ye might a‘most shave yersilf in thim. Miss Rose, alanna! is ther anything in the wurruld wide I can do for ye?â€" Shure me . very heart‘s broke intirely since we kem to this place, wid sorra hand‘s turn to do from mornin‘ till night.‘" 3 "What! And you complain of that, Lanty!" his young mistress said with a smile. "Now, I should think you would be glad of a holiday after your active life out in Algiers. Surely you are not longing so . soon < to be off again soldiering?" ‘"May Ould Nick fly wid Algiers an‘ all belongin‘ to it afore Misther Redâ€" mond takes it into his. head to g0 back there again! It‘s little I thought this time six years that I‘d iver set fut in it or any other haythin‘ lan‘ like it, whin Misther Redmond an‘ that beauâ€" tiful young slip, the lord‘s daughter, wor coortin‘. beyant in Torryglen. Faix! it‘s married I thought. they‘d be long an‘ many a day ago, wid mebâ€" be three or four fine childer growin‘ up about thim an‘ myself dhryâ€"nurse to thim same. â€"But, oh, wirra! shure the Lord‘s will be done!" Mr. Lafferty, with a sort of groan over the hollowness of human hope, shook his head, took a last admiring look at the glitter> of the master‘s boots, and then turned to depart,; but the young lady detained him. * "It‘s a harrowing case, Lanty. Don‘t be in a hurry.. So the lordâ€"Iâ€" suppose you allude to Lord Ruysland, ‘and don‘t mean anything irreverentâ€"and his daughter were in Ireland, then, be fore youyever went to Algiers?" ‘"Aye: we may well say they wore. Sorra ahate they . did. but coortâ€" Misther Redmond â€" and herselfâ€"an‘ the ould lord lookin‘ om as plazed as Punch, Aye, faith, an‘ their looks an‘ their. pictersâ€"wasn‘t she foriver takâ€" in‘ off the old rocks and the castle an‘ meself, for that mather, as if I was, a baste. . An‘ thin, whin it‘s wantin‘ to marry her he wasâ€"shure I, could see itâ€"by the powers! it‘s run up an‘ away they wor like a shot, without as much as a goodâ€"by to ye, or go to the divil, or the laste civility in life. ;An‘ the young mastherâ€"troth! it ‘ud take a dhrop from ye if it was the last in naitk S1 take on‘s 1C p n e oo ie on on cz n n e n ty y to ye, or go fo th civility in life. ;Ar râ€"troth! it ‘ud tak if it was the last i U was i1 pin m (1. T rl ty llin was installed wit] Scarswood Park, cigar, by permission who was seated by h sister hurried up wit in her hand. ‘"News from New mond," she said; . ‘ erandpapa.~> Madame grandpapa. Madame. De «Lansac 18 very ill." ‘"Madame De Lansa"c!" exclaimed Redmond Q‘Dounnell;>"Ill, is she? I thought that handsome . ecreole was never ill. Nothing serious, I hope?"‘ "It is seriousâ€"at least grandpapa says so. Perhaps his fears exaggerâ€" ate the danger. She is ill of yellow fever." "©Ah! I should have thought she was pretty well acclimated. by this time. And our infant uncle, Roseâ€"how is he?. Lady Cecil, it is not given to every man of eightâ€"andâ€"twenty to possess an uncle four years old. Such is my happy fortune. How is the Sigâ€" nor Claude?" "Little Claude is well," his sister answered. "Poor _ madameâ€"and I liked_ her so much. Here ‘is what grandpapa says: ‘Dear Marie, if there is any change for the worse I shall telegraph over at once, and I shall exâ€" pect Redmond to send or fetch you out again. Claude has pined to a shadow, and calls for Marie night andâ€"day.‘ So you see, Redmond, it may end in our returning. after all. Still I hope there may be no necessiâ€" ty." _ Miss O‘Donnell folded up her letter and walked away. Lady Cecil looked inquiringly at her companion. "Rose, yes; Rose Marreâ€"called afâ€" ter her paternal and maternal grandâ€" mothers. Our mother was a Frenchâ€" worthanâ€"I think I told you the famâ€" ily pedigree once before, didn‘t I?â€" and our grandfather is Monsieur De Lansac of Menadarva,. When . Rose went out there, to be brought up as her grandfather‘s heiress and all that, the old French grandpere changed, without troubling Congress in the matter, the obnoxious Celtic cognoâ€" men of O‘Donnell for the Gallic patâ€" ronymic of De Lansac. In other words, Rose O‘Donnell left Ireland, and twelve hours after her arrival in the Crescent City became Marie de Lansac.‘" Theére was a faint exclamationâ€" it came from the open window. The speaker and Lady Cecil both looked up, and saw the Cornish baronet and the nursery governess. "You are ill, Miss Herncastle," Sir Arthur said. ‘"‘The night air, the fallâ€" "Marie?" she said. ‘"Your sister‘s name is Rose, Captain O‘Donnell, is it not?" He stopped. No, my Lady Cecil! Lovely, gracious, highâ€"born as you are, there never came for you into those calm, blue eyes the look that glows in them now for your cousin‘s silent, somber governess. He stopped and looked at her. It was not that she had grown pale, for she was ever that, fixedly pale, but a sort of ashenâ€" gray shadow had crept up over her brow and chin, like a waxen mask. For one instant her lips parted, her eyes dilated, then, as if by magic¢, all signs of change disappeared. Miss Herncastle was herself again, smiling upon her startled companion with her face of marble calm. ‘"You are Arthur said ing dewâ€"" "A neuralgic twingle, Sir Arthur.‘ She put her hand to her forehead. "I am subject to them. Noâ€"no, you are very kind, but there is no need to look concerned. I am quite used to it, and it only means I have taken‘ a slight cold." And we stood here in a draft of night air. Shall L close the window, Miss Herncastle?‘ "And shut out this sweet evening wind, with the scent of the sea and the roses? No, Sir Arthur; I may not be very sentimental or romanticâ€"my days for all that . are. past_â€"but I think a more practical person than myself might brave a cold in the head and a twinge of tic doloureux, for such a breeze and such a prospect as this." He left her pefore she could exposâ€" tulate.. She caught her breath for a momentâ€"hard, then leahed . forward and listened to the lowâ€"spoken words of Lady Cecil. you. a shawl." "Your grandfather‘s heiress," she was‘repeating interestedly. "Ahb, yes! I remember, you told "me that also once before." A "Did I% â€" I‘ll tell you, the sequel now, if you like," the Chasseur (Af~ rique said. ‘"There is many a slip,you know, and old Frenchmen sometimes have youthful hearts.. Monsieur D6 Lansac suddenly and unexpectedly got married, six years agoâ€"Master Claude is four years old now, the finest little fellow from here to New Orleans, the heir of Mendarva, and the De Lansac millions. Affer her grandfather‘s marriageâ€"I don‘t know how it . was, eitherâ€"she and madame . always seemed excellent friends, but Marie fell into low spirits and illâ€"health, pinâ€" ed for the green hills of Ulster, and the feudal splendor of Castle O‘Donâ€" nellâ€"perhaps you remember that venerable pile, Lady Cecilâ€"and wrote me to come and fetch her home. Her grandfather did not wish it. I did not wish it. /I could give her no home equal in any way to that she wished to leave, but when a woman will, she will, and all the rest of it. Marie de Lansac, like Marianne in ‘The Moated Grange,‘ was ‘aweary, aweary.‘ The reâ€" sult of many letters, and much femâ€" inine logic, was, that I obtained six months‘ leave of absence. sailed the briny seas andâ€"â€"Finis." ngtl "Not Finis, Captain O‘Donnell; there is still a supplement. How is it you chanced to appear before us so suddenly here?" "Ask Rose," Captain /O‘Donnell anâ€" swered. "I, never pretend to fathom. the motives that sway the feminine intellect. She. wanted . to:come. to London.. She wanted to come to Casâ€" tléford, Sussexâ€"we came to Castleâ€" ford, Sussex. Why, I don‘t know, and Iam not sure that I have any curiosiâ€" ty on the subject. Probably _ Rose knows, just as probably though she does not. As well Sussex as anywhere else. "I received ‘and. obeyed orders. light isâ€"very ‘nice, enough, I judge. Cor we are going to hay And The ‘At least, then, permit me to get He fl1 ptain C( il it fac urtiest darlin 1i ng ist as probably though _ she As well Sussex as any where received ‘and. obeyed orders iptain O‘Donnell paused : and rlancedâ€"up at the fair 0n onnell was reclining g chair and puffin iission of Lady C d by his side when up with an open le Way T Tt V XI sult Mi 11 hich ow i1f Orfeans â€" letter t] Probably _ Rose bly though â€" she ssex as any where 1. obeyed orders nnell paused â€" : up atethe fair _the‘ cold moonâ€" Cean truly say ] rfield and at the S LV ns, Redâ€" ter from Lansac is Sily aval n his letter ecil 11 at it : The Charters Publishing Company to the town. He had been offered a horse, he had been offered a bed, and had decline both.. To walk on such a night was a luxury.. He lit a\ Manila, and went over the moonlit road with his long cavalryman‘s stride. It was a perfect night, the sky smallâ€"blue, the stars golden and glorious, the moon sailing up serene in their shiny midst. Long shadows of tall trees lay black across the road, the hedgeâ€"rows in full blossom made the night air odorous, and, far or near, no. living thing was to l‘oe seen, Far or near!_ Redmond O‘Donnell pulled up suddenly in his swinging pace, and looked away afield. His sight was of cagle keenness. What dark moving figure was that. yonder, crossing a stile, and vanishing amid the gorse? It was a womanâ€"more, it was familiar even at that distance. In a moment his resolution was takâ€" en.. What woman was this out for & midnight ‘ramble? She must have come straight from Scarswood, there was no other habitation near. Capâ€" tain O‘Donnell set his lips, flung his cigar among the fern and grasses. vaulted like a boy over the hedge, and in a moment was in full pursuit. . (To Be Continued) It wanted just a quarter of twelyv when Redmond O‘Donnell left Scars vood Park CASTORIA For Infants and Children In Use For Over 30 Years Always bears W th Signatuie of 7z 6 M The Charters Publishing Company to way on f0 enâ€" offered Limited. Branch Office at Weston â€"S. WILSON, Manager Po]jcy OUP ar “eWs, at VaJl]ab]e 4ble 164 the p â€" the THE CONSERVATOR, Brampton THE TIMES & GUIDE, Weston THE EXPRESS, Mount Dennis j THE ADVERTISER, Mimico and New Toronto THE NEWS, Port Credit Cff, IOCaI The: Office Boy‘s Trouble The office boy had been sitting for hours at a typewriter, gazing vacantly into distance, and the force was. beâ€" coming worried. "He‘s sick," suggestâ€" ed the kindly, old, grayâ€"haired bookâ€" keeper, but the blonde stenographer insisted there must have been some tragedy at home. The suspense endâ€" ed when the lad suddenly turned to the fat claim clerk and inquired: "Say, Mr. Jones, how do you spell Thelma ?" Where the Grocer Was Doris‘ mother was in the habit of ordering her bread at Smith‘s grocery. One day while entertaining callers, » and JUVENILE MIRTH PROVOKERS . OTZ‘S Figured and Colored Glass Supplied GLASS! Or to MOTOR SALES AND MAGHRINERY 60. LMITED es have beep COfDm u nity Ssn SETvicg to esc The -puincatiQn. of in providing an advertising medium the 10ca7 adVertiser.’ $4% er the y Glazing Orders Filled Promptly ISsue Publishers of LIMITED ‘e adopt AJ neWspal.Der, centered ® an upOn to Order °n tirely the they heard Doris in the next room talking through her toy telephone, asking Central for Smith‘s. grocery, when she called; ‘"Mother, Mr. Smith isn‘t at home." ‘"Where do you supâ€" pose he is?" replied the mother. Dorâ€" is answered: ‘"Why, he‘s up in heavyâ€" en getting our daily bread." Many of the larger cities of Amerâ€" ica and Europe do not permit car tracks on their finest streets, but use the popular motor bus lines. A survey of farms in four counties throughout South Dakota shows the use of automobiles by eightyâ€"eight per cent. of the people. Motor tractors instead of horses are largely used in the transportation of light artillery in the U. S, army. Past new Fall Stock of all sizes window glass also putty and glazin :; points POR T CREDIT ie |