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" ‘I shall cash these checks at Casâ€" tleford Bank toâ€"day,‘ were his parting words, ‘and I shall carry my pistol. Don‘t let me see you anywhere in the visible horizon. Shall we cry quits this morning, or shall I return toâ€" night and give you a second revenge? He laughed insolently in Sir Peter‘s face. ‘Ah, I see. You‘ve had enough. Well, good morning to you, Sir Peter: My advice is like Lady Macbeth‘s: "To bed! to bed!"" You really haven‘t the nerve, you know, for this sort of thing. As I‘ve heard. them say out in New York: "You can‘t gamble worth a cent." Once more, most noble Lord of Scarswood, adieu!‘ ‘"Davis followed Mr. Dantree back, ind saw him safely housed at Brackâ€" n Hollow. Then he returnedâ€"to port to me and take his necessary eep. Off and on I have been on the atch, myself toâ€"day, but have discovâ€" ed nothing. I, also, called upon Peter this afternoon, and found a in bedâ€"his complexion yellower n I ever saw it, his wizen face more nâ€"a picture of abject misery and air. He was only too glad to his piteous tale into any sympaâ€" ear. He had lost in two nights n thousand pounds. Enormous cold muzzle of a pistol held within an He left his sister, rejoined the earl, inch of the baronet‘s head. now pacing to and fro the library. In i "You coward â€",you bullyâ€"you the past twenty years of his life Lord fool!." he heard Dantree say, between Ruysland had never been fully arousâ€" his clenched teeth. ‘Stand. off, or, by ed from his supineness beforeâ€"never ‘the Lord that made me, TI‘ll shoot entered heart and soul into anything you! Write out the check, orâ€"‘ as he was entering into the hunting "He did not need to say more. The down of this young woman. He pausâ€" baronet turned of a greenish white, ed and looked at the vignette. and fell back with a yelp of terror. "It is as I fancied," O‘Donnell said. He wrote the check, his hand shak. ‘"Rose has his picture. No doubt he ing so that he could hardly hold the favored all the young ladies of his pen, and passed it with a white face acquaintance with his handsome face. of abject fear to the other.â€" Dantree Hereâ€"look and tell me if his is the pocketed it and the pistol. face you saw?" sprang up at last as day was :iaw‘x;t | _ _He was looking at the picture as he ing, with a perfect shrieck of rage and spoke. A photograph softly tintedâ€" frenzy, accused Dantree of foul play, finely executed. In all its, brilliant of being in league with the devil to PCAUte du diable the fatal face that Tob hHim. Dantres laughed in his face, had wrecked the lives of Marie de and swept the gold and notes into his T205@¢ and Katherine Dangerfield pockets, filling them all. looked up at him from the cardâ€"the B TIL take your checek fok the rc. pictured eyes alightâ€"the squareâ€"cut, mainder, Sir Peter Dangerfield, he perfect halfâ€"smilingâ€"faultless almost said coolly; ‘eighteen hundred pounds 48 the face of the Apollo. As he exactiy.‘ looked, O‘Donnell for the first time * could understand and almost forgive ‘"The words seemed to goad the litâ€" his sisteris folly. tle baronet to madness; he sprang upâ€" "A rarely perfect face," he thought, on Dantreée and seized him by the "a face to make a‘fool of any woman. thx‘oatâ€"‘I say Daptree, you underâ€" And to think the end of all his brilâ€" stand, for convenience. The next inâ€"â€" liance, all his beauty, should . beâ€" stant there was a sharp click, and Bracken Hollow." through the keyhole Davis saw the cold muzzle of a pistol held within an He left his sister, rejoined the earl, inch of the baronet‘s heaé, now pacing to and fro the librarvy. In His lordship looked keenly across the table at his companion. Still the chasseur sat like the marble Agamemâ€" non behind him, his face locked in as stony calm, "Go on," was his grim response. ‘"‘Davis followed, as in duty bound, and saw the personator of Mr. Danâ€" tree safe within the baronet‘s apartâ€" ments. He hovered about the pasâ€" sageâ€"airing his eye and ear at the keyhole when opportunity presented They played the livelong nightâ€"the baronet more desperately, more reckâ€" lessly than ever, more like a madman, indeed, than a â€" sane.gambler. He drank brandy at a perfectly furious rateâ€"he doubled and redoubled the stakes and still he lostâ€"lost. He seeimâ€" ed to go mad at last; an immense heap of gold and â€" bankâ€"notes changed hands. Davis calculates that he must have lost enormouslyâ€"thousands. He sprang up at last as day was dawnâ€" ing, with a perfect shrick of rage and frenzy, accused Dantree of foul play, of being in league with the devil to rob him. Dantree laughed in his face, and swept the gold and notes into his pockets, filling them all. " ‘T‘ll take your check for the reâ€" mainder, Sir Peter Dangerfield, he said coolly; ‘eighteen hundred pounds exactiy.‘ * "A very remarkable and mysterious speech, is it not, O‘Donnell? It struck Davis in that light, and he recollected every word of itâ€"but, then, Davis has an uncommonly tenacious memory. What do you suppose she ‘could have meant now by coming from the grave and vowing vows, and all that meloâ€" drama? Did Katherine Dangerfield not die, after all? Was that death and burial only sham; and is Miss Hernâ€" castle Katherine Dangerfield alive in flesh ?" "‘We both know it, don‘t we, Hanâ€" nah?‘" he heard Miss Herncastle sayâ€" there‘s no mistaking his description of her soft, slow, sweet tones; the one thing it appears she cannot changeâ€" ‘and to our cost. Let us see if my cunning cannot overmatch his now. It‘s a long lane that has no turning. I think the turning for the most noble baronet of Scarswood has come, and he shall find it out shortly to his cost. Do you know the vow I vowed that last night long ago when he insulted me? "Living," I said, "I will pursue you to the ends of the earthâ€"dead, I will come from the grave to torâ€" ment you," Hannah, I have kept that vow,. I have come from the graveâ€" from the very jaws of deathâ€"to torâ€" ment him,., 1 have separated him from his wifeâ€"1 have frightened him with ghost seeing until his own shadow on the wall makes him tremble and turn pale, and last, but not leastâ€"I take his money.. Six thousand in one night is a very respectable haul. Hannahâ€" let us see if we cannot make it six more toâ€"night, He doesn‘t know what a severe apprenticeship I have passed to all grades of skill for his benefit. He is paying me back the three thouâ€" sand he once refused, with interest, is he not? Good night, Hannah,~ don‘t fear for me. After toâ€"night Sir Peter: shall have breathing space. Try and keep our poor patient quiet; thisl‘ seems one of his noisy nights. And don‘t sit up for meâ€"there‘s a good‘ soul. I won‘t be home until daylight.‘ | "‘It‘s a daring gameâ€"a dangerous ’ game, my child,‘ he heard the old woâ€" | man say, in an anxious tone. ‘You‘ll | play it once too often, Iâ€" greatly fear. [ Let Sir Peter once suspect, and you‘re f caught like a mouse in a trap. He has the cunning of Satan. I know that 1 of old.‘ fore he eould test the windows h heard bolts undrawn and voices from within. He had just time to dart beâ€" hind the porch when Miss Herncastle made her appearanceâ€"Miss Herncasâ€" tle, en garcon, and a very, flashing young fellow she makes, Davis tells me, black mustache, black evening suit, slquched wideâ€"awake hat, and a wig of curly black hair. Davis has the eye of a hawkâ€"he knew her inâ€" stanter, A tall, hardâ€"featured old woman followed; old Hannah,. no doubt, once Katherine Dangerfield‘s nurse. WEDNESDAY APRIL 21, 19290 sur of Continued From Last Week) . ~I got the story of the ntree‘s threatening lanâ€" THE LAST LINK "I knew I was right!" he said in a voice of suppressed intensity. ‘"This is the face I saw at the windowâ€"the face of old Hannah‘s visitorâ€"younger, handsomer, but the same. This picâ€" ture makes that much clear, at leastâ€" Gaston Dantree is the idiot of Brackâ€" en Hollow." Under his outward carelessness his pulses were throbbing with feverish fear. He handed the earl the picâ€" ture. The next instant he was arousâ€" ed as the earl uttered a cry of recogâ€" nition. "I will tell you in a day or two. I have reason to think he is not dead. As yet ,of course, I know nothing posâ€" itively. In any case, you are safe from him, Rose." "It isâ€"it was a most excellent likeâ€" ness. Any one who ever saw him once would recognize it. Redmond, have you heardâ€"is there any news ofâ€"" Her voice died away: She bent her head and moved away to her wrifing-case.\ QOut of one of the drawers she procured a cardâ€"picture wrapped in silver paper. She placed it in her brother‘s hand. The door opened immediatelyâ€" Rose, in a white dressingâ€"gown, brushing her long, dark hair, stood before him, ‘"What is it?" she asked. "I forgot to ask you, when I promâ€" ised to hunt up this fellow Dantree, if you had any portrait of him. Of course, it is necessary to know what he is like, and no description is equal to a likeness. Have you one?" Lord Ruysland signified his wish, and the chasseur ran, three steps at a time, up the broad, low stairs. He tapped at his sister‘s door. "It is I, Rose," he said. "If you are up,‘let me in." I am aware she knows this Dantree. She did not speak of itâ€"it was not necessary; and his acquaintance, as he turned out here, was hardly a thing to boast of. It still wants a few minutes of eleven,‘" he pulled out his watch. "She may not have retirâ€" ed. I‘ll run up to her room, if you like, and ascertain.‘" "I don‘t know that any one has it, but I fancy my sister may." ‘"Your sister!" ""Yesâ€"Rose. Â¥our. lordship will recollect she‘s from New Orleans, and ‘"What is that you said about the bonaâ€"fide Dantree‘s picture? I would like to see it if you can procure it. Who has it ?" "And yet to hunt any woman down seems hardly a creditable or manly thing. And Sir Peter Dangerfield and Gaston: Dantree may have rightly earned all that has befallen them. . I believe all you have told me of Miss Herncastle, and yet without being. particularly maudlin or softâ€"hearted, I don‘t feel disposed to sit in judgment upon her. Wait, my lord, give me time to think. One‘s head whirls after all this." ‘"Then, what is to be done? Let this nefarious plot go onâ€"let her esâ€" cape with her spoilsâ€"let this idiot reâ€" main shut up thereâ€"terrifying «all who hear him? ~O‘Donnell, you know more of this extraordinary _ woman than youâ€"choose to tell; in the face of all ;this, can you still be silent? It is the duty of every man to hunt such a woman as that down." "And that will fall," O‘Donnell said decisively. ‘"You mistake both Miss Herncastle and Sir Peter if you fancy you can intimidate the one, or trust the ~other. She will laugh in your face as she did in his, and defy you, and he will promise whatever you deâ€" sire, and break the promise the inâ€" stant. the money is restored. That way is hopeless, believe me." and make her refund all, or part, of her illâ€"gotten gain. Then I shall make its restoration and her exposure the price of Sir Peter‘s peace with his wife. I see no other way at present to patch up matters between him and Gurevra." guage, of his conviction of foul play. Personal fear of that pistol alone preâ€" vents his giving the case into the hands of the police, and having Danâ€" tree arrested | for carrying â€" deadly weapons‘ and threatening his life, Of his wife or the separation he declined to speakâ€"that is a minor matter comâ€" pared to the loss of his money, Now, my idea is, to find Miss Herncastle, prove my knowledge of her infamous conductâ€"threaten her with the law, CHAPTER XIV. THE LAST LINK "It looks like the place for a, murâ€" der," she thought, glancing fearfully around. â€"‘"If some one should start out from these treesâ€"some gipsyâ€"or poacherâ€"orâ€"" Darkness everywhereâ€"black trees â€"â€"blacker â€"skyâ€"dead â€" silence. She walked slowly on. He helped her to descend, then reâ€" mounted, turned his horse, and went jolting back toward the town. She stood in the darkness in the middle of the lane, where he had left her, feeling as lost as a shipwrecked sailor an a desert island. She stood watching him until the last sound of the wheels died away. Then she reâ€" luctantly turned and looked before her. The gate of Bracken Hollow. Why, she murmured againâ€"why, of all the lonesome places on earth, ‘had he chosen this? e e e e e e e e e e e n n ie n They left the town behind and took the quiet lane leading to Bracken Holâ€" low . (The night was closeâ€"dark, moonless, starless; the trees loomed up jblack on every hand; no living thing was to be seen. That chill feelâ€" ing of vague fear increasedâ€"it wasiall so strange, so unreal. Why had he come back? Why had he chosen this desolate spot? â€" What was to come of it all? She shivered in the still warmth of the night and wrapped her shawl closer around her. The driver suddenly stopped. ‘"Bracken Hollow be yonder," . he said, pointing with his whip. ‘"Keep straight onâ€"there‘s no mistaking it; it‘s not twenty yards from this.‘" I gave the earl the wrong child. I wish I had let Katherine marry Danâ€" tree and live. It‘s a horrible thing to have a dead face haunt one‘s dreams." The flyman named his price. ‘She counted it into his palm, and took her seat. In a moment they were ratâ€" tling through Castleford High Street on their way. She looked about her; how familiar it all was; the shops she knew so wellâ€"the Silver4 Rose, where she had stopped, the cottage of Henry Otis, andâ€"she shuddered as she lookâ€" ed at itâ€"the lonely churchyard with its lonely grave. Poor Katherine Danâ€" gerfield! And Gastdn â€" Dantreeâ€" ‘"what had become of him?" "It‘s a story I hate to think of," she thought. "That dead girl‘s face rises before me nights when I can‘t sleepâ€" white and still as I saw her in her weddingâ€"dress, And Gaston Dantree =â€"I[ see him in my dreams as I saw him that night, all bruised and bleedâ€" ing at the foot of the stairs. (All dead, and through me. I wish I had been satisfied with my first revengeâ€"when "I want to go thereâ€"at least, to within a quarter of a mile or so. T will pay you now; how much?" The station clock struck sharply the quarterâ€"past nine. It aroused her; there was on time to spare. . She walked resolutely out of the waitingâ€" roomâ€"a fly stood near. She beckonâ€" ed to the driver to approach. ‘"*You know Bracken Hollow ?" ‘"‘Surely, ma‘am," . looking suspicâ€" ious at the veiled face; ‘"a main and lonesome place it be." "If I only dare ask,"she muttered again. ‘"But if I obey him in one thing, I obey him in all. And it must be all right. Who ‘is there alive who knowsâ€"who would take the trouble to delude me? To thinkâ€"to think, after all these years, I shall stand face to face with him again. His wife deadâ€"he free. And Iâ€"if he should discover the hideous story of the past, my pastâ€"all my crimeâ€" all my wrongâ€"doing, the story of my life revenge." ‘"Lionel Cardanell.‘" She read this singular epistle over word for word, then folded and reâ€" placed it in her dress. ‘"Harriet: I am in England once more, in Castleford, on a visit to Lord Ruysland. My wife is dead out in Quebec. After infinite trouble . I have discovered your address. Harâ€" riet, I know allâ€"the miserable story of my dead sister‘s plotting that sepâ€" arated us fourâ€"andâ€"twenty years ago. If the memory of that time has not wholly died, if yoUl are free as I am, come to Castelford and meet me. I enclosed a billet de banque in case you should need it, Do not ask for meâ€" let no one suspect or frustrate us this time. We will meet in secret. On the night of the eighth of August, at ten o‘clock, I will be in waiting near the gate of the house known as Brackâ€" en Hollow. You know itâ€"beyond doubt. When we meet I will explain everythingâ€" the cause of this secrecy, why I have selected that particular spot, how I discovered your identity with the Mrs. Vavasor, who six years ago visited Sir John Dangerfield. Only come. Iâ€"long for you as ardently as I did fourâ€"andâ€"twenty years ago, You would not have failed me then; do not fail now. in a large, masculine opened it, and read for time its contents: _ She drew from the bosom of her dress a letter, and looked at the enâ€" velope and superseripition,. It was postâ€"marked Castelford and addressâ€" ed: She stood in the middle of the room irresolute, went forward, came back, stood still again, undecided. ~ "I don‘t know what ails me toâ€" night,"" she muttered: . "I . feel / as though I‘ were going to die orâ€"or something terible about to happen. Is it a presentiment? Lord Ruysland is hereâ€"she is heré, My little oneâ€" mineâ€"the only creature on earth that belongs to me. If I could only see herâ€"if I thought Lionel meant what he says. It seems far too good to be trueâ€"it is like a dream." "I thoughtâ€"I thought he might be here," she said, in a whisper under her‘ veil.. ‘"I feel afraid toâ€"nightâ€"I don‘t know of whatâ€"I have had the feeling since I. got the letter _ first. What if it should be a trap?â€"and yet how can it? Who knowsâ€"who would take the trouble? If Iâ€"only dare inâ€" quire." ture discernible save the hard, bright glitter of the black eyes. . She glanced around with a halfâ€"eager, halfâ€"frightâ€" ened air, but no creature was visible siave herself: (To be continued) Messrs. W. J. and D. A. McCutchâ€" eon, of Whitfield, who are going to the West, were presented each with a club bag, fountain pen, pipe and toâ€" baceo pouch, by 200 of their friends and neighbors. St. James‘ Church, Guelph, was consecrated on Sunday by His Lordâ€" ship, Bishop Clark of Hamilton. Phone 30 Ladies‘ Wear Smart and (?ainty Neckwear. Blouses in Silk, Georgette, Crepe de Chine, in colors of navy, taupe, maize and white, also voile in cream and white. Middies in plain white cross bar, Jean and other styles, values unsurpassed, at G. M. LYONS‘ & & Notice is hereby given pursuant to the Revised Statutes of Ontario 1914, Chap. 121, See. 56, that allâ€" persons having claims against the estate of the said,. William H. Scott, who died on or about the 27th day of February, A.D. 1920, are required to, send by post prepaid or to deliver to the unâ€" dersigned Anderson & McMaster, soliâ€" citors for the Administrators, on :or before the thirteenth day of May, A.D. 1920, their names, addresses and deâ€" scriptions, and a full statement of their claims and the nature of the security (if any) held by them, duly certified, â€"and that after the said day the Administrators will proceed to distribute the estate of the deceased among the parties , entitled _ theréto, having regard only to the claims of which they then shall have notice. Dated this 13th day of April, A.D 1920. In the matter of the estate of William H. Scott, late of the Town of: Wesâ€" ton, in the County of York, merchâ€" ant, deceased. MAIN STREET, WESTON Ebenezer Smith, Woodbridge, Ont., Administrator. I Charles H. Porter, 34 Victoria St., Toronto, Ont., Solicitor for the said Administrator. NOTICE is hereby <given pursuant to the Revised Statutes of |Ontario, 1914, Chapter 121, Section 56: that all persons having claims against the esâ€" tate of the said Jane Smith, who died on or about the 5th day of January, 1920, are required to send by post prepaid or to deliver to the underâ€" signed administrator of the Estate or to Charles H. Porter, Solicitor for the said administrator, on or before the 21st day of April, 1920, their|names, addresses and descriptions and a full statement of their claims and the naâ€" ture of the securities (if any) held by them duly certified and that after the said date the administrator will proâ€" ceed to distribute the estate of the deâ€" ceased amongst the parties entitled thereto, having regard only to the claims of which they then shall have notice. DATED this 24th day of .. March 1920. Gentlemen ! 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