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Dealer In all kind; or Miscellaneous. Price- Outa Embalming a opecialty. DENTIST. â€"- WE MAKE -- Manager. “ It would almost seem like it; but, Vi“ , the prosperity would not par- don i?~- -. uâ€"that would have to be accounted for. Why do yo; ask me such a strange question 8” “I was wondering about it, last night. Suppose that you had some- thing that you put to a bad use, and that I, by traud, took it from you, knowing that I could put it to a good and noble use,-â€"ahould I have been justified in taking it 3” “ Suppose that a man stole fifty pounds, and that that made the foun- dation of his fortune,â€"-should you say that sin prospered 3” "Suppose that u: had king reigna over a kingdom, ruin: his subjects, disgracea his country, and ruins him- self; and suppose that another kins, wiser and better than he, takes his sovereignty from him, and rules in his placeâ€"would that be theft.” "No, that would simmy be theft,” he replied. “lotion, do you think a sin ever prospera.” " My darling, what a question! How can sin prosper 8” CHAPTER XXXIX.-â€"Cantinued. Another little son was given to her and then Vivien’e happiness was quite complete. I, “ This little one shall be a. Neslie.” said Lord St. Just. “ We will call him Arthur, after your father. and he shall have Lancewood. So, Vivien, my darling, once more you will see Ar- thur Neslie Lord of Lancewood.” He wondered why his wife’s beau- tiful face suddenly grew pale and her lips trembled. He wondered still more when, after lying quite still, thinking deeply, she said suddenly. “ I should say not,” replied the bus- band. “ But the act is the same, the 01115 difference is that one theft is on a much larger scale than the other.” “ My darling wife,” said Lord St. J net, with a puzzled face. “ why are you giving yourself so much trouble 1’ Why are you thinking of all these things '3”_ u _1_ " My thoughts ran that way,” she replied; “and I grew puzzled.” “ I have not done much ‘toward en- lightening you, darling. We will talk it over when you are stronger and better." wv'vvâ€"- He was a tine, noble, sturdy boy. this second son of hers, Arthur Neslie. who was to be lord of Lancewood, He had a Neslie face, with his mother’s beautiful dark eyes, and sweet sensi- tive mouth. She had a peculiar love for that child quite different from her love for the other. In this one her own ancient race seemed to live again. She never thought of him as a St. Just; to her he was Ncslie oi Lance'wood. All her pride, her ambi- tion, her love of her name, lived again in this boy. He was the world to her â€"dearer than her husbandâ€"and her elder son, dearer than her life. Before he could speak she had map- ped out the plan for his education. She would teach him to liveâ€"as she had doneâ€"for Lancewood; she would teach him that love of his race, pride in his name, was next to religion; and in him, this beautiful, noble son of hers, all the glory of the Neslies should shine again. The child was to take the name of Neslie as he grew older. He was to make his home at Lancewood as soon as it Was possible, and in her thoughts she arranged that he should marry some fair and noble girl, whose name would reflect luster on their own. " Man proposeS, Heaven disposes." Never was truer proverb than this. Time passed. Lady St. Just's two1 boys grew in beauty and intelligence; the world went well with her. She was so happy now that there were times when she even forgot the sin of her life-time, when the shadow fell 50 | completely tram her that she no long- er remembered that it existed, when she was so entirely, 0 completely hap- py that she forgot everything else but, the sunny present. She heard at rare mtervals from Gerald. and his letters were so sad that they made her unhappy for days after they came; they always ended in the same manner, by his telling her that before he died he hoped to see England once again, and herself also. She was not ungrateful to him, but those letters saddened her so greatly that she wished they would not come. Had her sin prospered? It seemed like it. At times she grew frightened at her own happiness. “ Has Heaven pardoned me '6’” she asked herself when , "â€"-_-_ she looked round ”her. "Has Heaven; forgiven me 1’” she asked herself 1 when she looked on the face of her, best-loved child. 1 Lord St. Just had always made a? point of being in London for the sea», son. Heahad a magnificent mansion there, Berton House. a fine large house near Hyde Park. There all the leading men of the day rallied round him. There, too, his beautiful, grace- ful wife held her courtâ€"the graceful jdark-eyed woman whose bearing and E manner were as those of a. queen. To } know Lady St. Just was to proclaim * oneself known. Second-rate people did I not frequent her houseâ€"it was not the krenort at the light, the gay, or the Thmugh Storm and Sunshine To Live Without Sfieep She was looking more beautiful than ever on that fair May morning. The tresh, perfumed air brought a color to her face, her dark eyes were filled with happy light, her mouth wore a grave, sweet smile, the wondrous wealth of dark hair was simply ar- ranged,â€"a rose, with a deep glowing heart was its only ornament, and a rose nestled in the bodice of her white dress. Tall, graceful, the years seemed to have fallen from her as she stood there dreaming with a happy smile on her lips. Presently she heard a noise, and, turning, W the little ones behind her. They were handsome children. The eldest 'boy, Francis, was an fair as one of Guido’s angels, with golden curls and a rosebud face, the young- est had his mother’s dark eyes and dark hair, a mouth like a cloven rose, a noble face like Viv1en'e, full of fire and intelligenceâ€"a child that one knew by instinct would grow in- to a noble man. The elder was five years old, the younger four, yet they were almost the same height. House waiting for Lord St. J net. The room was a beautiful one, gay with rose-hued chintz and white laceâ€"gay with scented-flowers and the small fire that burned in the grate. The open windows looked into a'equare, pretty garden, all filled with rose: and mignonette, Lady St. Just’a favor- ite flowers. One dark, and one gold- en little head peeped in at the door, and Vivien, who was lookin'g at the flowers from the window, did not see her sons. trivolous; the talented, wise and no- ble met there, and she had some rea- son to be proud of the society she gathered around her. Until the day of her death, she re- membered one May morning when the sun was shining brightly and she was in the breakfast-room of Herton "Manama," erred the children, as Lady St. Just turned round, "we have run away from the nursery. Let us have breakfast here with you.” Then because she knew she loved the yomnger one best, she kissed the elder one first. Taking them both by the hand, she led them to the win- dow and showed them some of the pretty opening buds. “You shall stay with me," she said. “Papa will be here soon; you shall take breakfast with us, because you are good. ” She little dreamed as she spoke what would happen before that breakfast was over. As he entered the room, Lord St. Just thought he had never seen so pretty 3 picture as the beautifuf dark eyed mother and the lovely laughing children presented. He went up to them, and tried la‘usghmgfy to clasp all three in his arms. He partlauy- succeeded. "Now,” he said, “I hold in my arms all that is loveliest, most precloua, dearest m the wide world. But we must have some breakfast, children,’ he added; “these fresh May mornings make one hungry,” The breakfast-table was apretty sight in itself, with its costly silver, delicate china, flowers, and richly out glass. Lady St. Just took her place, with a child oneach side of her. They talked and prattled gayly. Lady St. Just smiling as she listened, when the footman entered with the let- ters. "Place them here,” said Lord St. Just; and then he turned laughing- ly to his wife. “I always think it a ésad pity that letters should come at Sleeplessness Is an Unmistakable Symptom of Weak, Exhausted Nerves, and Is Permanently Cured When the System is Built Up by DR. GHASE'S NERVE F009. To pass a single night in the vain attempt to sleep among the miseries which one can never target: _ ‘ .vâ€" vâ€"v ‘ â€" v To Lie awake night after night with the brain on fire with nervous excite- ment and the thoughts flashing 'be- fore the mind in never ending variety is the common experience of persons whose nerves are weak and exhaust- ed. During such nights nerve force is consumed at _a _tremendoun_ rate. VVHV â€"-â€" ‘- Iustead of being restored and rein- vigorated for another day’s work the body is further weakened and ex- hausted, and the mind is unbalanced by this terrible waste of energy with which the Lamp of life is rapidly burn- odout._ - .- _ Q 0 _.,,, __ --_ 32L2__ (It in in this despairing condition that many men and women attempt to drug and deaden the nerve by the use of opiates. There is a reaction to all such treatment that is doubly injur- ions to the nervous system. It has- tens the decay of the nerve cells. ‘ partial paralysis, locomotor ataxia, completely restore the nerve} by us- ing Dr. Chase’s Nerve Food. a treat- ment which get: right down to the toundatim of the difficulty 3nd et- teots permanent results by revitalis- ing the wasted nerve cell... . CHAPTER XL. Es Worse Than' Death. breakfast time." he said; “there 18 sure to be at least one unpleasant one amongst them, and that spoil; the rest." Lord St. Just seemed in no great hurry to look at them; he enjoyed the prattle of his children. “I hope there is no unpleasant one there,” replied Vivien. “Let me 'read the letters first. Frank,” he re'ph'ed, laughmgly; “then you shall have them all.” "Give that to mamma, Art," he said; but the child having his own little notion of fun, aaidâ€". “Mamma, see if you can get thus," and ran away, trying to hLde hlmselt behmd a large chair. “vae me the stamps, papa," cued little Framezs, who had a fine collec- uon m a pnvate box. “Now, Art, gwe It to me," sad Lady St Just; and the boy. knowing- at once when she meant what she said, gave it to her. “Here is one from Ryan," he said, “he will be coming next week; one from your jerwelers, Vivxen, and one for you in a hand I do not recogmze What a clear, bold. legible hand! “The Lady St. Just, Berton House, Hyde Park.” ' It was but an invitauon to romp, and Lady St. Just rightly judged it to' be so. Mother and child played with the letter. It was terribleâ€"an though a child playing with the gleam- ing handle of a sword that was about to slay him. . But he was not to be cheated out of hxs romp-he made agrasp at the rose in his mother’s dress, and scatter- ed the red leaves tar and wide. Vunen ran atte’r him, caught him 1n her arms, and kissed him. He turned over the envelopes care- [6881}. He gave a large White envelope to little Arthur. "You little raga-e!" she said, “Adnan I cannot attend to my letters whlle the children are hereâ€"we must send them may,” “Never mind the letters, Vivxen," returned Lord St. Just. "Nurse will be here soonâ€"the letters can wait.” So she played on with the little ones, while the letters lay on the table, among them the one with the large white envelope. She had glven one careless glance at it, but the handwriting was quite unknown to her. It was so plain, bold, and legr- ble, that in her own mind she decided that it Was a begging-lvettlerâ€"they were generally far better written than any others; and in her own mmd she decided also that whoever wanted help should have it. Then the game ended. Nurse came for the children, and they were dis- mtssed thh a hundred Iovmg cares- 888. “I am all in ruins,” 881d Lady St. Just, with a. smileâ€"the rose leaves were scattered all over her dress, the masses of dark hair were all wnfast- enedâ€"“and I made such a careful toilet this morning,” she added. "Those children grow so strong, Adnan.” “They have nothing else to do but grow," said, Lord St. Just, cheerfully. Then be bent over his wxfe. “ You are always lovely, my queen," he said. "I like to see you with your halr loose. The children know what suits you.’ ‘.‘You are a (latterer, Adm/an," she said, as Lord St. Just in In: turn quitted the room. She stood before the mirrow, fast- esning the shining mass of hairâ€"a sweet, noble woman; and she torgot all about the letter. She saw it when the servant came in to clear the table. ‘ "You have forgotten thxs, my lady," he said, handing it to her. There will be no more sleepleu nights, no more nervous headache and dyapcpn'ua, no more days of gloom and despomdency when Dr. Chase’s Nerve Food is used. But don’t expect a cure in anight. The nerve tissue of the body is com- pletely changed in about sixty days. Though you will feel the- benefit_ot thie treatment in two or three weeks, you shouldperaist in the use of the nerve food for at least sixty days in order that the results may be last- Sleeplessness in only one of the many dist-teasing symptoms which will dil- eppear with the use of. Dr. Chase‘- Netrve Food. It in a positive cure for nervous proatration and exhggntion. Surely it in wiser to build up and epileply and all the most serious form of. nervous disease. DR. CBASE’S NERVE FOOD II the world’a greatest restorative ta pale, weak, nervous men, women sud children. {It in specific for woman’- ms. became they uncut mm arise tram exhausted nerves. In form, 500 1 box. at all (Laden. I”), mail from "My begging letter,” she thought ween? KEEP THE CHILDREN BUSY. Teach children to do little things a last-g about the house. It trains them to be luseful. not awkward, in later and final-{1 more important affairs; it gives them I occupation while they are small. and :hue’l , . . Ire for It really 18 an assistance to the moth- union. er in the end, although she always 1? andé feels during the training period that it is much easier to do the things her- self than to show another how. Thin “'3 last excuse has done much to make 117.1. withh, idle, unhandy members of an an and! older society, and should be remem- m"! bered in its effects, by the mother, '3“ while her little one: are beginning to m 1 learn all things, good and bad, at her ' fl 5'; knee. Occupation makes happineu. She stopped .for half emoment, as her husband hnd done before her, to note the clear, bold handwriting, them she opened itâ€"opened it with the May sun shining in and the rose- Ieaves lying around herâ€"opened it with a. smile on her lips which was never seen there again. to herself. "Now let trouble.” The room seem to whxrl round her,‘ a red mist settled over the white pages, then died away, and the let- ters stood out in characters of fire. “Will you come to me as: once, Lady St. Just? I am dying, and I cannot die until I have seen you. Come aloneâ€"I have somethmg to say Do not delayâ€"come toâ€"day. “From your devoted, "GERALD DORMAN.” The address given was Vbctona street, Regent’s Park. The writing Gera'ld’Bgâ€"faimt, crooked, almost il- legible, still dhe knew it was hm. Then he was in Londonâ€"he had re- turned from America! How strange that he had not told her heL was coming] How strange that Gerald should be dying and she not know! He had something to say to her. Whalt was it? A‘deadly, horri'b-le fear than: she, could not describe, and for wzhbch she had no name, came over her; a sudden subtle instinct told her that what he had to say was concern- mg he'r 3m. He could not die until he had seen her. Why? She did not hold the peace of his soul tn her hands. Why should he say that? Then she re- proached herself for having afoollsh fear. He had loved her very dearly, the poor secretary; he had loved her with a mad, Lneane worshlp. He wanted only to look on her face again and bid her an overlastmg adleu. She said to herself, “Down with the foolish coward tear!” What couId the-re be to say concerning her am? It was repented of; the poor boy was deadâ€"the whole matter buried long ago. What need for fear? “I will gq an; once,” she said. She rose from her seat, but was compelled to wait some luttle time; she trembled like an aspenrâ€"leaf. Mtetr atune she walked up to her room. She met Lord St. Just on the stws, and turned away lest he should “Adrian," aha said, “I shall not go out riding with you this morning. I am going out about some business Of my own.” see the pa‘llorr of her face; then she looked after him. ”Very well, my darlmg,” he replxed, carelessly. He would sooner have thought of questioning abxshOp about th theology than hls wife about her movements. "I may not see you until dmner," she said, “I cannot tell how long I may be delayed.” “Do not forget that we shall have a party,’ he remunded herâ€"“a politwal party Viwemâ€"and I shall ,vsant you to tadk.” “ I will not forget.” she replied, and then hastened to her room. “I am going out,” she said to the faithful Joan, who still remained with her. “No, not my riding-habit,â€"a plain dress and a shawl. Joan, you must go with me. I am nervous.” The maid looked at her mistress. “ There is nothing wrong, my lady, I hope 2” she said. “ What should be wrong, Joan ?" asked Vivien. . “ Nothing, I hope ; but. my lady, you have got your anxious look backâ€"a look 1 have not seen on your face- sinoé before you were married.” I gins. “ Have I? Then I ought to be ash- amed of myself, and I wili drive it away. I shall not take the carriage,” she continued. " Will you get me a cab yourself? I do not want remarks made about my going out. Get it yourself, Joan, and dress yourself to come with me.” Faithful Joan shook her head grave- ly, as she hastened to obey.’ " She may say what she likes. but I am sure there is something wrong. That is just the troubled, harassed look she used to wear, and I have not day. ” Lady St. Just entered the cab and gave the driver the address, and then she turned to her maid. “ I may tell you,-Joan, where I am going,” she said, "Mr. Dorman is dy- ing and has sent for me.” “ There is something wrong, I am sure," thought Joan Habley again; " but Heaven only knows what it is.” To Be Continued. it on her face for many a long me see who is in Bogs do not need as much exercise as some believe, yet they do not want confinement in a small pen except during the last few weeks of finish- ing for market. A breeding boar can hardly have too much exercise, neither can the brood. sow get too much. Pigs which are growing for the market should have only enough to keep them growing and healthy. A small pas- ture of a few acres will afford them all they need. WANTS TO GO BACK. Backward, turn backward, oh, time in your flight; make me a kid again just for to-night; with the freckles and Warts Ipossessed long ago, and the dear little atone bruise that grew on my toe. .Give me back my old kite with its dog-fennel tail, for the kind I fly now always lands me in jail. Back to the river once more let me roam till the gleaming arrives, and When I get home take me out to the woodehed and there let me dance to the tune father played on the seat of my pants. HIT THE TRUTH ACCIDENTALLY Mrs. Youngâ€"Bridget, there was a terrible racket in the kitchen last night. If I hear it again Iehau have to call on a policeman to limp it! N.,G. J. McKechnim N., G. J. MCKECHNIE. Bridgetâ€"Och, mum; th’ wuz two of Mr. John L. Carter, ofBridgetown, N.S., in the following letter, tells how it saved his life 3 “I had suffer- ed with dysentery for four weeks and could et nothing to cure me. I then tried r. Fowler’s Extract of Wild Always uk for Dr. Mrs. Middleton Wray writes from Schomberg, Ont.. as follows: “Dr. Fowler's Extract of Wild Strawberry is the best remedy I know of for Summer Complaint end Bowel Die- eases of children. I have used it in our family for the past seventeen ears and never had occasion to call It) the doctor for these troubles, as the Fowler's Extract elways worked like a charm." . Fowler's threct of Mid Strawberry and retuse substitute: or imitation. EXERCISE FOR 3068. DANGEROUS DYSENTERY. 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 fox: past. patronage, and we are conflinced that. the new system will merit a. continuance o: the same. 5" E43 L1 3.; Adopted by They drink wine hot. Old men 11y kites. White is worn as mourning. Their babies seldom cry. Their compass points to the south. The family name comes first. Carriages are moved by sails. Seat of honor at the left. Visiting cards four feet long. Sohool children sit with their back! to the teacher. Fireworks are always set off in the daytime. Irate Father, of pretty girlâ€"What! Is it possible you are here again after the treatment you received last night! Young Manâ€"Yes, air. When you kicked me downstairs and set the dog on me, the animal tore a large piece from my trousers. Cramps, Colic, Summer Complaint, Cholera Infan- tum, Nursing Sore Mouth of Infants and all bowel complaints of young and old more safely and speed- ily than any other remedy. 17 YEARS II USE. Irate Fatherâ€"Well, isn‘t that enough. What more do you want! Young Manâ€"If it isn’t too much trouble, air, I would like that piece of cloth. What do you think of my new bl- cycle skirt? she asked. It is one of the wittieat I have soon. he replied. Wittieet! she exclaimed. Certainly, he answered. 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