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n tug HBUSE % X? :33 39d lCtiOIl at all. 883‘s at [313 fill â€"â€"-‘.Vom 'Ome hRS our CD and and line Stock ii UGH MachAY, Durham, Lend Valu- ator and Licensed Auctioneer for the L‘ounty of Grey. Sales promptly attended lo and notes cashed. fiwn "An; 'Lmount of money to loan at 5 per cent. on farm property. B iAMES CARSON, Durham, Licensed 2 Auctioneer for the County of Grey Land Valuetor, Bailiil of the 2nd Division L‘ourt Sales md all other matters Promptly titended toâ€"higheet references urninhed :E required. Officezâ€"First door east of the Dan ham Pharmacxt Caldgr's Block. - FIYesidence.â€"F'irst door west of the Post Office. Durham. resumed hi! old business, and is prepar- er to loan any amount of money on real rstate Old mortgages paid ofl on the nostliberal terms. Fire and Life Inlur- sncea‘erfscted in the best Stock Companion I OHS QUEEN, ORCHARDVILLE, has d Office and Residence a short distance 93;; of Knapp 3 Hotel. Lambton 5 met, Lower Town. Office hours from 12 to 2 o’clock. s: V Iowa-f ates. Correspondence to )rchardville, P. 0. . 01‘ 3 09-“ solicited Westéi’n 0ntario. IntereSL allowed on Savings Bank deâ€" posits of $1 and upward;. Prompt attention and every facillty afford- ed customers livin at a distance. J. Y. Agent. $33 +_ ‘tal 4 Up Reserve AND THOSE TROUBLE!) WITH Paibltatlon, Throbbln or Irregular §eatlng of tho Hen . Dizziness. bhortness of roath, Distress ‘ftor E X 6 r t to n mothering Foolinz. Spasms or bain ‘hrough the Breast 3539 flesmflorb d .Condltjsm 01*}? fi',“ “VG” t morulu DUIIUILIUII v: "w .f-d. Parhul Paralyfls, Sloomess- "93°3- Nervousnosa Anemia. Gene- ra‘ D°bth. After-éffocts ofGrlppo, Loss of Appetlto, etc. Remember Milburn’s Heart and Nerve PHI: cure the worst cases after other romodles fall. THE NEW \VALK.. .Parisian women have come to ad- JL‘S‘ their mode of walking to the pres- ent ergencies of dress. Their gait 13‘ Slow. with very, short stepS, 31" thollgb there is a sort 0f prancing 519? accompanying it. A skirt that rest:- on the ground, back and front, is scarcely suited to walking. nor in- QEed to any exercise. It is the divine 3-33: Without a doubt, who is respon- °1bi€ for this present swaddling ar- anemao.’ of clothes. she having af- “fitted sue; gowning for years. And 1‘“ marvbiusc management of the ‘938. ‘trailing garment, clinging all about 3" feet, and hat grace of move- :1;an désmte. has won evry woman’s tgg~ratxon, so much so perhaps that .- 586!!! to have eagerly thrown Lhenlselvess into the maze of this dif- f?“ thug}! booming mode of nim- A genegal Banking business transact- I. Drama issued and collections made 1 all points. Deposus received and in- rast allowed at current rates. AMES BROWN, Issuer of Marriage Liconsea,Durham Ont. The “Chronicle” is the only 451:6 Local Newsparer in F63 WEAK PEOPLE. 2,. J AMIESON. Durham. ARRISTER, Solicitor, etc. Office over Gorion’s new Jewellery anore. Lower Laxa-Lhm- Pills cure Constipation- DR. T. G. HOLT, L. D. S. ARR 157141. Soiicitir. etc. McIntyres Block. Lower Town. Collection and :(S'Broinpm' hitefided co. Searches made c Rear. 15 try Omce. SAVINGS BANK. Dur ham Agency. G. LEFROY MCCAUL. Medical Directoxy . Legal Dzrectory Fund . In all princigal points in 0:). Quebec, Mamtoba, United canes and England. J. P. TELFORD. Miscellaneous . .thorized . DENTIST. Bank of Eanada Manager. “Well, Isa. dear, I have come to of- fer my congratulations. I presume the air of. mystery attending the at- fair has worn off, and, you are ready to receive them in all due form, accom- panied, of course, by the regulation blush, and half-disclaimer manner of its verity.” “No.” answered the girl addressed, though bright spots of scarlet had mounted to her pale cheeks, as she rose from the chair in- which she had idly reclined. “I utter no disclaimer of a fact which has been already pro- claimed in our little world. I have in- deed promised to become Mrs. John Franklin." “And you are very, very happy?" “He loves me very dearly,” was the ambiguous reply. "I am very fond of him. Somehow his will. carries mine along with it. I tell him his wooing has been different from that of oth- er men. It is a sort of carrying the fortress by storm. I am not sure but that I shall some day wake up to discover myself a martyr. You :know he has not a particle of romance lin his disposition. It is all with him [stern, matter ofâ€"fact reality.” “How, then, did :16 teach you to care for him?” “i really do not know, since he is in every respect a totally different man from my imaginary idol; but he is so strong, so masterful, he does not give me time eveni to put the enigma fairly before myself.” So the conversation ran on. until, at the close of an hour, Miss Rue, bidding her friend farewell, said, gayly: “Well, Isa. I came to congratulate; but, after all, I am half prepared to condole. What is itt he poet says about. ” "Two souls with but a single thought, Two hearts that beat :as one?” Is not that the poet’s idea of mar- riage? However, perhaps all that comes afterward. In your case, certainly, I trust so. One thing I cannot forgive him, and that is that he is going to take you away from us all, into a new city, new firiends and new associations.” “Ah, but I shall not forget; the old, Ella. Wait until I am quite settled in my new home, when I shall send for you to become a veritable beholder of my domestic happiness.” But long after her friend had left her Isa sat buried in: thought. Some- how the words she had just heard jar- red upon her -- jarred from their very unison with her own thoughts. Would she be happy as John Franklin’s wife? To him the realms of imagination whose gates were guarded by the senâ€" tinels of romance and sen‘,time¢nt seemed an unknown region. They were her dwelling place. Could she lure him upward. or would he drag her “ “\Vell, little one, dreaming as usual, and all forgetful of your engagement to ride with me. Absolutely, slippers and morning-grown! Ah! 1' see, you wish to test my Benedictine patience.” Somehow, a fresh, bright air from the outside world appeared to enter with the speaker. His clear, gray eyes, sparkling with fun, showed the strong, earnest nature of the man; and, for a moment. as he bent' almost reverently to kiss the lips upturned to his, one read in their depths an almost worshipful devotion for the girl who. a few brief minutes before. had declared him lacking in romance or sentiment, “Forgive me, John! 1 did not know it was so late. Indeed. I will 7))6 ready in a moment!” she contritely excl-aim- ed. In spite of the fact that the mom- ent ran into sixty seconds twenty times told. her lover felt himself rich- 1y repaid for the waiting when she at last returned, and. stood before him in her close-fitting riding-habit, show- ing to such advantage every line and curve of the perfectly rounded. figure, and an arch smile at her trial of his patience playing about her beautiful lips. The love in his heart rose up in a mighty wave as he looked at her. He could have snatched her to his breast, . V Eâ€"â€"- _--.‘-h “AQLI UUULKA ““Iv â€"â€"-- have covered the lovely face with passâ€" ionate kisses. have cued aloud in his thanksgiving to God. that He had giV en him this Womgn ’3 heart in its exquisite L- - “Aw-Iv [\1l'n 3 I] ”1m bun-a v- v--_, ,. v _ "1°11 . for his own, hls veg‘y 9“ n, u? Zeutai‘dg God helping hlm, hxs hfe long, but she might no: understand, he thought. , LA .inrl‘arcf°ln(‘ the How could she understand we weight, and breadth, and depth of such a love? So he only smiled, as he held open the door for her tq pass but to where the horses stood waiting, while he followed as reverently as in the wake of a queen. And yet it was this man whom she had declared wanting in poetry of soul. Ah! are not the waters of the ocean deeper, blue, clearer, where no eye ever penetrates, unless that of the bold diver, uh.) world drag; forth its it‘ll??- most seer :: in; (2.221 he put into fitâ€" ting no ' 5.2‘ " .‘. .snL he finds there? ‘ " 0 C O It was THE DURHAM CHRONICLE, December 7 1899 ‘ uquâ€". was this man whom she wanting in poetry of soul. the waters of the ocean clearer, where no eye es, unless that of the bold 3,11i 231:; forth its inner- far“; i am ht: put, into fit- ' .n'a'. he finds she uncle rstqnd the that Roscoe Willis. the young poet, with his han‘dsome face and dreamy eyes, was duly brought forward and presented as one of the “lions” of the occasion. From another man she might have resented them. .From him she regard- ed it as a poet’s privilege. Besides, to him she could talk as heretofore she had never talked. nor. even to the man who for months, had had the right to share her every thought, And three weeks later, at her own home, in a morning call, with the won- derful dreamy eyes resting on her face, he put to her the foregoing question. The very room in which she sat levi- denced his care for her. Every ap- pointment of her home was perfect in its luxuriousness; no single wish was left ungratified; and yet she felt an emptiness in her life she dared not ac- knowledge to herself. Before she had met Roscoe Willis it was wearing away. Somehow, her husband’s smile had pierced the mists about her heart, and taught her that his gentle tender watchfulness was better than words, until she had found a man from Whose lips words flowed as water bubbling from the mountain spring. And listening, as he asked, “Why have we never met before?” her soul echoed his question. So it began. She did not knowt'that Roscoe Willis’ presence was growing necessary to her as the weeks length- ened into months. To her husband, his home was his castle, to which all men respecting the position of host and guest were «vel- come. That there could be danger lurking to his wife in this he never dreamed. It never entered the hon- esty of the man’s nature. That Isa should be admired, was natural. To him she was an exquisite flower, which by some strange caprice of nature had transplanted its roots into his heart, But John Franklin had never reveal- ed himself in words. He left it to an- other to whisper in her ear that which brought crimson to her cheeks as she listened, but to which, worded as a poet words, it seemed no wrong to John to listen. As though the cruel rocks would not pierce and mangle the tender flesh as cruelly, even though daisies and field-flowers hid their edgesâ€"aye, though you transplanted there the hot-house exotic! “Why did we never meet before?” At first the question seemed to have no hidden meaning, but there camea time when it grew almost into a wail, and when neither the man who asked it, nor the woman who heard, dared put into words an answer, “So few men understand the peculiar needs of women, their high-strung, natures, the chord which jars, or the chord which strikes in unison,” he said to her one day. *“Ah. me! when I see men possessing such peculiar privilege and unmindful of it, their minds en- grossed by baser themes, I almost shudder at their blindness! You are going to Mrs. Laurence’s reception this evening, of course?” “Certainly. lshall be there.” “And I, awaiting the inspiration which is at once my passion and my torment.” With which words“ he raised the small white hand he held to his lips with an easy grace, then bowed, and left her. John came home tired that night, his head throbbing with a dull, heavy painâ€"came home to find awaiting him a vision of beauty, dressed 'in black velvet, above which rose the peerless, gleaming shoulders, and the white throat, on which the small head was set so regally. “I dxessed early.” she said, “that I might gop keg: you. waitingz” C) The lovely face clouded, and the man’s watching eyes were quick to dis- cern it. Before she could' reply, he added: “vAh, it is Mré. Laurencé’s recep- tion night,” he answered. “Would it disappoint you very much if we did- not go?” "Perhaps I should say, if you went without me. Once there, you will hardly miss me; and my head is. assert- ing its existence too painfully for me to be other than a drag.” His flushed face, his eyes blight with fever, attested the truyh of his worde His wife’s first impulse was to snatch off her dress, replace it by a dressing- gown, and, darkening the room, min- ister to his needs, Butâ€"in those other rooms some one was waiting for her. After all, it was only a headache. John would be betâ€" ter alone to sleep it off, “Isa, remain with me,” his heart said, as she bent to touch his burn- ing brow with her lips; but no word escaped him, nor even the sigh which rent his heart. An hour later Mrs. Franklin entered Mrs. Laurence’s drawing-rooms. She looked about for the man who was to have been awaiting her. but could not She was not in a mood for gayety to- night, and so, finding a quiet retreat, she slipped into a window recess where she could watch the scene unobâ€" served. Voices roused her. “I have not seen beautiful Mrs, Franklin toâ€"night,” said one. “No, but she will be here,” answered the Other, in a tone 013 proud confid- ence, and her heart beat fast and loud- er as she recognized it. “What a «pity such women ever marry!” “Indeed! Do you not believe in mar- “Indeed! Do you not. believe in mar. riage?” “I would not marry an angel. What! tie myself to woman’s needs, necessi-n ties, and caprice? My dear fellow, poets soar in the clouds. it is true, 'but they see too much of the earth to thus fet- ter their wings, Women are made for men’s amusementâ€"the playthings of an hour. If perennial youth, peren- nial beauty. were theirs, it might, per- haps. be a temptation. but in time a wife ages. Younger, lovelier women appear on the scene. Imagine the grinding chains! No, no, my friend. Swear what vows you will. so that, you keep your eyes wide open that they are not binding ” . And it “'13 for this man, that she might not disappoint him. that she had left her sick and suffering hug. bandâ€"this man. had talked to her of Oreathe the air with men, whom she now heard speak of the plaything of an hour! Even in the darkness a-hot blush dyed her cheeks. A consciousness of how near the brink of the precipice she had stood dawned upon her; the silent; untiring, watchful care of her husband arose in contrast. She had put forth her hand to grasp a myth. and let: the reeiity pass her by . Making hasty adieux to her hostess she stepped into the hall, only to be confronted by a messenger. “Mr. Franklin is so much worse.” the man said, “we took the liberty of sending for you.” A dull fear took: possession of her heart. As fast as her horses could hear her she returned to her home. Her husband no longer recognized her. “W’hat is it, dear?” he would say in his unconsciousness. “How have I failed? Isaâ€"oh, my darling, my darl-y ingt tellzme how to make you: love me!” Then he had suffered, 'too; and she, in her blindness. had seen nothing of it. It was many days ere the mists of fever scattered, and John Franklin, weary and tired, woke up to the( emer- gency of living. Somehow he did not seem to care to buckle ~on his shield again; but one morning, with the sun- light streaming into his room. his wife, kneeling by his side, and hiding her face on his breast, whispered her confession. “I would never have told you.” she finished, “but that I felt I could not quite. stretch out clean hands for my future happiness did I not let you know how very near I had mistaken the tinsel and let the gold pass. me by â€"'-acoepted the torch which, going out, God’s sun shone in the heavens above me. Oh, John, say you forgive me! Take me back to the great heart from which I have wandered.” But John, to whom words were ever difficult, pressed instead a kiss on the bright hair. Her face was hidden, and she could not see the tear which rested there with it. Only Three May Remain Covered In Pres- ence of the Sovereign. The more ancient peerages of the British realm have artached to them certain curious privileges, granted to ancestors of the present holders by monarchs of the pan, and many are the quaint and ridiculous ceremonies: the present holders have to perform o-fttimes in order to preserve the right L0 their titles. PECULIAR PRIVILEGES 0F PEERS For instance, the office of royal champion is held by the Dymokes of Scrivelsby Court, near Horncastle. \Villiam the Conqueror granted Scri- velsby to Robert De Marmion on condition that he and his successors for all time should officiate as royal champions, stipulating that if at any time the owner of the manor failed to appear, either 111 person or by deputy, as champion at the coronation ban- quet the Scrivelsby estâ€"ate would be forfeit to the crown. For 800 years a representative from Scrivelsby Court. never failed. to per- form this duty, even though in 1292 the manor passed into the hands of the Dy- makes” who have held it ever since. Attired in complete armor, with lance at rest, the champions’ duty consisted in riding into Westminster Hall during the progress of the corona- NJ}. J. MeKechnie. N, G. J. MCKECWE. We beg to inform our customers and the public generally that we have adopted the Cash System, which means Cash or its Equiv- alent, and that our motto will be “ Large Sales and Small Profits.” We take this Opportunity of thanking our customers for past patronage, and we are convinced that the new system will merit a continuance or the same. Adopted by tion banquet, preceded, of course, by a herald. Reining up his steed by the side of the sovereign he then had to challenge all comers to deny the justice of the monarch's claim to the throne. and offer to fight them on the DWL. heedless to say, no one coming for- ward to accept me challenge, a goblet of gold, filled with wine, was handed to the champion, who then drank to the sovereign’s health. This goblet was always retained as a souvenir. ( A Apecuiiar right is possessed by! Lord Inchiquin. who can dress his servants in the same liveries as the royal attendants. In the reign of Henry VIII. Lord Inchiquin was king of the southern part of Ireland, .and’ in return tor giving up his authority the merry monarch granted him this privilege. ‘ -1. It may surprise many to know that her Majesry has such a servant as a. sandal bearer. This office is fulfilled by the Earl of Ronhes. *Another curious right is possessed by the Spencers. When a royal ohms-â€" te-ning 13 about to take place with or without. leave, an earl of that name is entitled to be present if he feels dis- posed to avail himself of the privilege. though to be in order he must present himself with his coat decorated with solid gold buttons, each. of which must be of a certain weight. On one occasmn an Ear! Spencer. much against the will of the Queen, presented himself for admission to the royal christening, resolutely re- fusing to forego his right. 0f the validity ol his~ claim there was no doubt, but as a last resource the Lord Chancellor directed that. the gold buttons on his coat should be weighed to see if they complied with the con- ditions. One of them was found to be below the prescribed weight, and this proved to be a sufficient reason for excluding the Earl from the ceremony. Vfinvâ€" â€"â€"‘â€"â€"._o Lord Kinsale of Ireland and Lord Forester of England, together with the Master of Trinity College, Cambridge, possess the privilege of remaining covered in the presence of their sove- eign and not removing their headgear. as other subjects are bound to do. TEA IN RUSSIA. The Russians drink enormous quan- tities of tea. The poor peOpleâ€"and the Russian pe0ple are the poorest in existenceâ€"use the so-called “brick" tea. This is the cheapest sort, being mixed with the stems, and compress- ed by some adhesive gum into dry cakes of various sizes, resembling in its appearance “plug” tobacco. This tea, which would probably prove pois- onous to any one else. is consumed by the Russian workingman at the aver- age rate of. about 20 stakan, or twm~ blers, a day, the Russian stakan being equal to five of the little thimbles 01 cups used at afternoon teas. Tak- ing into consideration that black, sour or bitter, brick-like bread, raw onions. garlic, dried leather fish and strongly salted herrings are usually the chief articles of {Ood of the maple at large, one must not wonder at the enorm- ous quantity of hot tea needed to quench a Russian’s thirst and help on his digestion. Mrs. Mugginsâ€"Your house has three stories, hasn’t it? tMrs.’ Buggingâ€"That depends. When Mr. Buggins comes home very late there are more stories than I would. care to enumerate. MORE STORIES. I;