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M Iscellaneous . DENTIST. “I have no motherâ€"or father," ans- wered Daisy. “All my life I have lived with John Brooke and his sister Septima. on the Hurlhurst. Plantation. I call them aunt and uncle. Septimi has otten told me no relationship at all existed between us." “You. are an orphan, then 7” sug- gested the sympathetic Sara. “I: there no one in all the world related to you I" ”Yesâ€"noâ€"o," answered Daisy, con- (madly. thinking of Ru, her young "Thank you,” said Miss Sara, mak- ing a mock courtesy. ”I am going to love you with all my mightII and if you don’t love me you will be the most ungrateful creature in the world. I know just how lonesome you must be,” continued Sara. "I re- member just how lonesome I was the first day I was away from mamma, and when night set in and I was all alone, and I knew I was securely looked in, I was actually thinking of tear'uu the sheets of my bed into stripe and making a rope of them. and letting myself down to the ground through the window, and making for home as last as I could. I knew I‘ would be brought back the next day. though,” laughed Sara. “Mamma is so strict with me. I suppose yours is too 3" Rex, her own handsome Rex, had said the same thing that morning he had carried her heavy basket to the gates of Whitestone Hallâ€"that morn- ing when all the world seemed to change as she glanced up into his merry brown eyes. “What a pretty name i” cried her new-found friend. enthusiastically, “and how well it suits you! Why, it is a little poem in itself." Daisy flushed an rosy as the crimson geranium near them, remembering "We are to be room-mates,” ex- plained Sara, “and I know I shall like you ever so much. Do you think you will like me 2" name is Sara Miller," the said; “will you tell me yours 2” “Daisy Brooks," she answered. simply. "We have a recess of fifteen min- utes, won’t you come out into the grounds with me? I should be so pleased to have you come." 'l'he voice was so gentle, so coaxing, so sweet, Daisy involuntarily glanced up at the face of the young girl bending over her as she arose to accompany her. She put her arm around Daisy’s waist, school-girl fashion, as they walked down the lone halls and out to the green grassy lawn. “My Mom of the girls had left the school- room, dividing off into groups and pairs here and there. Daisy sat watching them, feeling wretchedly lonely. Suddenly a soft white thd was laid lightly on her shoulder, and a sweet voice said; All the girls here had the same haughty way of tossing their heads and curling their lips and looking in- numerable things out 01 their eyes, which reminded Daisy so strongly of Plum». Hurlhurst. Poor little Daisy never forgot that first day at boarding-school; how all the dainty young girls in their soft white muslins glanced in surprise at her when Mme. Whitney brought her into the school-room, but she could have forgiven them for that if they had not laughed at her poor old Un« cle John. in his plain country garb, and they giggled behind their hand- kerchiefs when she clung to his neck and could not say good-bye through her tears, but sunk down into her seat, leaning her head on her desk. bravely trying to keep buck the pearly drops that would fall. When recess came Daisy did not leave her seat. She would have given the world to have heard Rex's voice just then; she was beginning to realize how much his sheltering love was to her. She would even have been heartily glad to have been baek in the little kitchen at the cottage, no matter how much Septirna scolded her. CHAPTER VILâ€"Oontlnled. Mme. Whitney’s Seminary for Young Ladies was a magnificent structure, situated in the suburbs of Baltimore. On either ‘side of the pebbled walk which led to the main entrance were tall fountains tossing their rainbow-tinted sprays up to the summer sunshine. The lawn in front was closely shaven, and through the trees in the rear of the building could be seen the broad rolling Chesapeake dancing and sparkling in the sun- light. The reputation 01 this insti- tution was second to none. YounE ladies were justly proud of being able to say they finished their education at Mme. \Vhitney's establishment. As a natural consequence, the school was composed of the elite of the Smith. Clangl clangl clangl sounded the great bell from the bel- try as Daisy, with a sinking, home- sick feeling stealing over her, walk- ed slowly up the paved walk by John Brooks' side toward the imposing. aristocratic structure. "Yes,” said Daisy. “I like you Heiress and Wife. M. Tudor jotted down the address feeling actually sorry for the hand- some young husbanl clinging to such a frail straw of hope. In his ow:.- mind, long before Rex had conclud. ed his story, he had settled his opin ionâ€"that from some can“ the young wife had fled from him with loan “Well," said Mr. Tudor, as Rex arose to depart, “I will do all loan for you. Leave your address, please, in case I should wish to communicate with you.” "I think I shall go back to Allen- dale, remaining there at least‘a month or so. I have a strong con- viction Daisy might come back, or at least write to me there.” Still the idea. was new to him. He adored Daisy with a mad, idolatrous adoration, almost amounting to wot. ship, and a love so intense is suscep- tible to the poisonous breath of jeal- ousy, and jealousy ran in Rex’s veins. He could not endure the thought of Daisy'sâ€"his Daisy'eâ€"eyee brighten- ing or her cheek flushing at the ap- proach o! a rivalâ€"that fair, flower-1 like face, sweet and innocent as a: child's-unaisy, whom he 80 madly: loved. ‘ {ex looked out of the window at the soft, fleecy clouds over-head. little dreaming Daisy was watching those self-same clouds, scarcely s a stone's throw from the very spot where he sat, and at that moment he was nearer Daisy than he would be for perhaps years again, for the strong hand of Fate was slowly but surely drifting- them asunder. For some moments neither spake. “Perhaps," said Mr. Tudor, breaking the silence, “there was a previous lover in the case 2" “I am sure there was not !" said Rex. eagerly. "It reads like a page of a romance," said Rex, with a dreary smile, lean- ing his head on his white hand. “But I must find her I” he cried, with en- ergy. “I shall search the world over for her. If it takes every‘ cent of my fortune, I shall find Daisy! Mr. Tudor was decidedly amazed. He could not realize how any sane young woman could leave so hand-‘ some a young fellow as the one before him. In most cases the shoe was on the other foot; but he was too thor-. oughly master of his business to ex-‘ press surprise in his face. He merely! said; i “Go on, sir; go on l" And Rex did go on, never sparing himself in describing now he urged Daisy to marry him on the night of. the fete, and of their parting, and the solemn promise to meet on the marrow, and of his wild griefâ€"more: bitter than deathâ€"when he had found‘ the cottage empty. i It hurt Rex’s pride cruelly. to make this admission, and a painful flush crept up into the dark rings of hair lying on his white forehead. my wife,” said Rex, heaitatingly. “She has left meâ€"suddenlyâ€"she fled â€"-ou the very night of our marriage!" “Certainly, certainly, smoke, ifyou feel so inclined, by all means," re- Plied the detective, watching with a puzzled twinkle in his eye the fair, boyish face of his visitor. “No. thank you," he said. as Rex tendered him an Havana; ."I never smoke during business hours.” "I wish to engage your services to find out the whereabouts ofâ€"ofâ€"ofâ€" "I shall be pleased if you will permit me to light a cigar,” said Rex. tak- ing the seat indicated. “Now. my dear sir, I will attend you with pleasure," said Mr. Tudor, sealing and dispatching the note he had just finished. and motioning Rex to a seat. In one of the private offices of Messrs. Tudor, Peck Co., the shrewd Baltimore detectives, etood Rex. waiting patiently until the senior member of the firm should be at leis- ure. "I have never known many girls,” replied Daisy. “1 do not know how others do, but I'm sure you can al- ways trust my friendship." And the two girls sealed their com- pact with a kiss, just as the great bell in the belfry rang, warning them they must be at their lessons, again- recess was over. "What a pity," sighed Sara. “Well. Daisy.” she cried. impulsively. throw- ing both her arms around her and giving her a hearty kiss. “you and I will be all the world to each other. I shall tell you all my secrets and you must tell me yours. There's some girls you can trust, and some you can’t. If you tell them your secrets, the first time you have a spat your secret is a secret no longer. Every girl in the school knows. all about it; 01 course you are sure to make up again. But,” added Sara, with a. wise expression, "after you are once deceived. you can never trust them again." husband, and of the dearest relation- ship in all the world which existed between them. CH API‘ER VIII knowledged abil in; Mr. Tudor “I shall rest my ing Daisy. I car she is (also. I u lieâ€"But. of course, they will be worn open. as heretofore.â€"Chicago Nov". Sheâ€"Thin magazine myn that small months are no longer fashionable nmon: women. Booting One. Quericus-You say you gavé your wife that 5‘00 you won on the bowling match? What for? Nonchalant-Pln moneysâ€"Bout lot. “My goodness! Wh'y?"' asked the prominent citizen. “He undel-amnds us so well that”â€" Seemingly 'l‘oo Prosperous. “We’ll have to try and induce Dr. Goodthing to move away from hora,” saiq_tbe hurgess of lovely Agueville. “I know, but he looks so prosperous he’s scaring prospective settlers away.”- Philadelphia Record. "Miss Brooks.” began madame. im- pressively, “I mppose I am right in believing this opiatle belongs to you?” Daisy wan impulsive. and her first thought was to grasp her precious letter and flee to her own room. How dared the madame open the precious letter she had intended only {or Rex'e eyes I Daisy never once dreamed her let- ter was the cause of her unexpected summons, until she entered Mme. Whitney's presence and saw it opened â€"yes, openedâ€"her own sacred. lov- ing letter to Rexâ€"in her hand. -"It must be somethimg terrible, I'm sure I" cried Sara. when she heard the madame had sent for Daisy; while poor Daisy's hand trembled soâ€"she could scarcely tell whyâ€"that she could hardly bind up the golden curls that fell down to her waist in a wavy, shining sheen. "Poor little thing i” cried the sym- pathetic Jenkins to herself. “i wonder what in the world is amiss now? There’s fire in the madame’s eye. I hope she don't intend to scold poor little Daisy Brooks." Jenkins had taken a violent fancy to the sweet-faced, golden-haired, timid young stranger. “Ienkins,” she said to the servant answering her summons, "send Miss Brooks to me here at once 1" Q “What is this?" she cried. in amaze-g ment, turning the letter Daisy had written in her hind. “Why, I de- clare, it is actually sealed 1“ \Vithout the leasz compunctiun she broke He. seal, grimly scanning [to contentsi from beginning to end. If there was? anything under the sun the madamP; abominated it was love-letters. ‘ l It was an established fact that no tander billet-doux found their way from the academy; tho argus-eyed madame was too watchful for that. With a lowering brow, she gave the bell-rope a hasty pull. Mme. Whitney, as was her custom. always looked over the outgoing mil early in the morning, sealing the let- ters of which she approved, and re- turning, with a severe reprimand. those which did not come up to the standard of her ideas. After sealing and directing her precious letter, and placing it in the letter-bag which hung at the low- er and at the corridor. Daisy hurried back to her own apartment an'i crept softly into her little white bed, be- side Sara, and was soon fast asleep. dreaming of Rex and a dark, haughty acornf'ul face falling between them and the sunshineâ€"the cold, mocking face of Plums. Hurlhurst. She’read and reread the letter her trembling little hands had penned with many a heart-flutter. It was a shy. sweet little letter, beginning with “Dear Mr. Rex," and ending with, “Yours sincerely, Daisy." It was just such a dear, timid letter as many a pure, fresh-hearted loving young girl would write, brimInl of the love which filled her guileless heart for her handsome, debonair Rex â€"with many allusions to the secret between them which weighed so heavily on her heart, sealing her lips for his dear sake. "Oh, dear !” cried Daisy, laying her pink cheek down on the letter she was writing to Rex, “I feel as though I could do something very desperate to get away from hereâ€"undâ€"andâ€" back to Box. Poor fellow !" she sigh- ed, “I wonder what he thought, as the hours rolled by and I did not come? 01 course he went over tc the cottage," she mused, “and Septima must have told him where I had gone. Box will surely come for me to--mor- row,” she told herself, with' a. sweet, shy blush. The dark mantle of night had told- ed its dusky wing: over the inmates of the seminary. All the lights were out in the young ledies’ rooms -ae the nine-oclock call, “All lights out!" had been called some ten min- utes beforeâ€"all the lights save one. flickering. dim, and uncertain, from Daisy'e window. "I have crest hith in your soâ€" knowledged ability." said Rex, grasp- ins Mr. Tudor’s outstretched hand. “I shall rest my hopes upon your find- ing Daisy. I can not, will not. believe she is (also. I would as soon think; of the light of heaven playing me false as my sweet little love!" rival, bitterly repeating To Be Continued. The Wretoh. “A very fortunate coincidence." he said to himselt. “I have done well to engage her.” That afternoon. according to agree- ment, the oil painting of the child ho was to represent arrived at the artist'. Itudio. Gerald was immediately struck with the close resemblance between the feature: of the child and those of hi. model. Isabel Warren. “You may come tomorrow mowing, Miss Warren.” said the artist when ho. had finished reading the letter of intro- duction. “No.” said the mung glrl. “but my cir- cumstances nnw require me to earn my own living. I have never learned any. thing by which I can make a living. and I thought perhaps I could begin at this.” 80 saying. she handed him a letter from a mutual friend. introducing her to the artist. "I came to Inquire." said the girl. “it you could make use of my services as I model.” Her voice was clear and dil- iinot. but soft and low toned. “ane you had any experience in thnt line?" asked the artist. “No.” said the mung girl. “but my cir- As she stopped into the room the artist at a glance noted the rare head. with its bright. golden hair. that so perfectly liar- monized with her large blue eyes. lmth being set off by a fair. clear complexion. She was. perhaps, a degree too slender. but was otherwise of faultless form and carriage. As if in answer to his query, a rap was heard at the door. and. opening it. he saw the figure of a young girl of perhaps 18 standing bvfore him. I must take as the foundation Work t child of 6 and. peering forth into the fu- ture with my mind’s eye. must see and paint the woman as she will be. I con- fess I am quite taken with the oddity of the thing. But where am I to find I suitable model?” “Just as I was about to give up art al- together," he thought, “here comes a commission that for originality and oddi- ty is ahead of anything I ever imagined. “We have come to you on business. Mr. Marston. We have brought you a commission to execute. I will explain to you fully the nature of our wishes. Twelve years ago today we. lost our only child, a beautiful little daughter. 6 years old. I need not tell you what a calamity this loss was to us nor what sorrow it has occasioned us. Our only consolation has been in looking at her likeness. an oil painting. made about three months he. ‘ tore. her death. Now. it has occurred up: as that it would be a source of much : gratifica‘ion to us it we could have a pot- trait made from that. but representing her as she would be now it she had lived." Gerald opened his eye: very wide at these words, but prudence caused him to remain quiet and let his patron further Inununce his wishes. “Gerald Marston. I believe?" said the can:' g-man in an inquiring tone. Just as he had made up his mind to go out for a long walk to divert his thoughts into some more pleasant channel there came a rep at his door. He opened it and ushered into the room two visitors. I gentleman and a lady. both past the prime of life and evidently people of wealth and culture. “That is my nafne,” said the "tint. “Pray. be seated.” “My name is Harlow." said the gvntle- man. “Let me also introduce my wife. Mrs. Harlow." W’hen they were all tented. Mr. Har- low continued: “Would I not do better." he asked him- uelf. “to give up painting altogmher. real- ize what little I can from the sale of my pictures and go into some other pursuit ?" At this point in hil retiectlnns he. arose and. glancing out of the window. saw that the rain had ceased and the sun was making its appearance. For the past three years he had occu- pied his present quaiters and as yet had been unable to obtain more than a living described as being meager from the sale of his pictures. Indeed there had been times when in order to keep the wolf from the door be had been obliged to sac- rifice some of his best Work at very Infe- rior prices. Today he was asking him- sclt whether it were wise to continue in his chosen profession. In a small. barely furnished room sev- eral stories above the. street a young art- ist had his studio. Even on bright, sun- shiny days the apartment had an air of dreary discomfort. Today it was mining. and the wind was howling a dismal ac- companiment to the artist’s thoughts. which were of the most somber descrip- tion. Well. thin. you'll belave me, it w“ very tiny fixed; Dun the bum u-e published, and the weddin’! Sunday nixt. There’s me band; now nuke it 1: you aim shook before. Delia’o 111: the ehtore! Delis won't be workun may more! 11m: all of n Iuddint u we niched the place to Deli: 'whispered tottly. wid u Ibmile that hit me hurt: “Roma. I must tell you uomethln-l (oz-got ho- tore. Tom, I’ve lift the ahtore; Tommy, I ain't workun anny more!" Not to Inn the ehtore. Well. then. I won't at he anny mom." Weeks and month. I fiver aw her; thin on. pliant day. Coin home at six o’clock. she joined me by the way. Faith. we tell to talkin just as day a before. Think. I: “Dom that suture! Dom it! But I hate it mote and more!” *â€"â€"-' t Int, Ibo would It], a it she'd niver heard a. lit. heron: "thtl And hve the shtore! What! And not be workun umy more!" Hwy time. I asked her md got the name mp1]; 80 I thought It over. and I told mum. any. 1: “She {to quite decided. a I should havo teen bo- mummy nmmmmw-nmum land! lattes-nevi. Itasca-tone. '13ka Delta's lift the alum; Delis won't be workun may on Doll: liked her plm. you know. and thought a! naught but that; Io. whm I would shpnke to her at Inn-rim and I‘h’glgnthdfignnflotudqnl nM-u. DEUA LEAVES THE STORI. -H. A. Crchll in Puck. I Soon he heard footsteps outside. and in n moment Mr. and Mrs. llarlow stood be- ! tore him. Long and silently they stood tad Rated at the pjctuw. .Not u wont! . In spoken until utter several moment: i Gerald laid tn n tow tone, haltntlug t. s disturb thelr thoughts: “Are you satisfied wlth my work?” As he spoke he noticed that‘the teu'l wore slowly gathering in the lndy'I e!“- She could not speak. Mr. Harlow V“ . also deeply moved. Turning to “I m A be said: ‘ “’0‘- The day utter flu" intent"! in - (h artist’s studio Isabel Warren was drivel to the home of the Hallows. Her visit bovame prolonb '(d for one reason and II- other until at last she said to Ila. Hu- low: “I really must go tomorm. I It” made such a long stay.” "Are you not happy wlti III. tau? asked Mrs. Harlow. “Ub. yes. I am very Imp“ I!!! h. deed. but 1 am afraid I hie an! I. hospitality too long dandy." . )- Gerald Marstnn beam {anon u I. artist. who, in painting form and fea- ture, portrayed the held and uoul. zâ€"Not" at all " said III! smi.e. “Y on desert. It "" qua rter s." ' " “It donr. Mrs. “You are very gel“??? tonishvd artist. “HI" ' mistake?" “It you tell me when U. ,5“; ‘ send my caniage for you ‘ ' said Mrs. Harlow. Isabel gave the dW.‘ ‘ and then bidding all go“: '. ' the upaxlment. W'heo, : H " Mr. Marlow handed V which represented » , . Gould had made in tho : I ' vious. . '5'» .- “1 will be very glad to fig ‘ am all alnne in the world. I“, â€"“ ouv to ('Ullh‘l“." “1 am so glad to Have fond_ . doar. It seems as if I already ‘ and that we «are the belt voice as she continued: . like to come awhile In. " . , ‘ would be so glad to NW _ * bans your people my . v Isabel lobkea grgtétulli ._ found friend as shit“: "I am mmh gr a‘ificd at you ; tion”. “MCI: is Quin-f: Buy me.’ said Mr. Halluw. I?“ Lmkiux intently at his wife. had risen und. taking In“ h said: 24 I wonder work of imagination Old d“!- nation is in realiay but :1 painting“ (hi! young lady. Was it wvjl to try I“ b “You are quite mistaken, Mr. 3 _ j and.“ you will allow we I W? .2 convince you of this." Then - ._ ' ' Mrs. Harlow he introduced “I. rm to her and than to Mr. HI . , At that moment Gerald opened t“ door in response to a rap. and build Warren now stood before them. pose upon credulous poopk With admirable éelt' contl'd said: ““9 know now mono dun eve what We lost." l The lady could no longer control II" agitation nnd sinking on n couch do. I by burst into teats. é .1- 3335 F Mr. Harlow and his wife looked at h. in dumb amazement. The ladiju tho first to speak. “How is this. Mr. Marital? Who I. this young Indy 2’” she asked. Before Gerald could reply Mr. Karla! said: “I see that this is war modal. Mr. Marston. Let me congratulate you. Al for ourselves. what has seemed to n! low and his wlte drove to the artist'- ltudlo. Isabel Warren had just (one away. and tho. {Artist was alone. He at by a window. alternately contemplating the beauty of the Near autumn day and turning his attention to his complettd work. He bud wrought upon it Until he could do no more. He .was satisfied with the result of his labors and felt confident that his patrons would he plmwd. ‘ a. an um. D00! '0” to h“ “170.. that his work In finished and mute! them to can find see it. immcdzucly gpon ngcejying? this message Mr. Hat- would not be too In“ tor II, it you staid with u dun." ‘ Harlow, and, looking 0"“ we are ems OppOI thanking our customer: patronage, and we that the new system continuance or the null and the have v ad which n alent, u Gaul. And to anyone I mum how ‘6 F“ N (or a Milbum'l Hand And NM henimbbhoqto “yog- I one}. at the you-t (Id. d have talked u out. wish to stay with a {or we would “to. g have it Io.” The you-t fl” Tells How Milburn's 3 Nerve Pills Cured vous Troubles and cued Her “Ink 5 The t0