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S. SCOTT Standaxd Bank of Canada. Intense allowed on Savings Bank d ”its of 31 and upwards. Prom: filontion and every facility aflord‘ “flamers living at a distance. "HO OFFICE. TORONTO. 9.P.l{hh), -â€" -â€" MANAGER A general Banking business trans mod. Drafts issued tad collectioi-a .360 on all points. Deposits m ”had and interest allowed at mar rent. rates. CUTTERS. SLEIGHS, ROBES and COATS. Acacia in an ‘principal point: in On uric, Quebec. Inuitoba, United State: and England. «IDERTAKINGPgI Imp Call and see the Ferguson SLOOP SLEIGH, ManuIactured in Owen Sound, before buying BINDERS, Mowe IACOB KRESS. ”‘ 'RHXF. ()N'I. ,. ALWVYS ON HAND HOI‘SBD FOR SALE. Furniture . . c Up to the end of March we have decided t) mae our goods move, it selling at Cost will have the effect. AT COST! DURHA .\l. Wo haveleft of our winter Stock:â€" Otpiul Authorized . . . 82,000.000 Paid Up ........... .. 1.000.000 Bout" Fund...... .. " 850.000 All those nnd some other lines will no u Coat. Machine Oil, Harness Uil. Axle Grease and Hou’ Ointment, go to ’. P. SA UNDERS DURHAM AGENCY. JOHN CLARK \Vilkinson Plow»; Land Roller Diamond Smoothim:~ Harrow McGill Guindera. and Dowsell Chums. Wasbexs and VVringvr U. 3. Cream Separatbrs. 3:, Cameron Dunn Hay Fox}. RIDGI‘OD (McKinnon’a old Sand) THE SAVINGS BANK. d. KELLY, Agent. 0111th Agency! Some of the goods ofiered have just been opened, be in; a. month on the road. A FEW PEA JACKETS, HEAVY WEIGHT. A FEW READY-MADE SUITS. A LARGE ASSORTMEN'I OF TROUSERS. A LOT 01” UNDERWEAR SOME JUST ARRIVED. PLANNELLETI‘ES A N D PRINTS. A FEW OVERCOATS. sure D The Harnessmaker ll' purchase ' ONTARIO ICES ion )lease ONTARIO. Rail-:0: Pl'f N Among these boys and girls the pa- troon discovered Constance. no longer “to the life a duchess." with gown in keeping with the “pride and pomp of exalted station.” but attired in the sim- ple dress of lavender she usually wore. though the roses still adorned her hair. Shunning the entrancing waltz. the in- sniring “Mannie Musk" and the cotilo ion. lively when set to Christy's melo- die-s she had son; ht the more juvenile vi. nwnt. :m l w .m- < t' n In the land bar- 4=:: u: < ~3- “ 1' ~';«l “it ll fluttering \' :"'<_ .3 llll‘H‘ ““9 no il.’ mm ~ . - 'l '"Et'lish ways “in. ("1'. ‘ \ 4 - !;'\ \v‘\llill f0? VIP no we parlor the younger lads and lasses were playing snap and catch ’em and similar games. The portly Dutch clock gazed down benignly on the scene. its face shining good humoredly like the round vlsage of some comfort- able burgher. “Green grow the rushes. 0!” came from many merrymakers. “Kiss her quick and let her go!" was followed by scampering of. feet and laughter. which implied a doubt wheth- er the lad had obeyed the next injunc- tion, “But don’t you muss her ruffle. O!" Forming a moving ring around a young girl. they sang. “There’s a rose in the garden for you. young man.” A rose indeed, or a rosebud. rather. with males be was commanded not to ’muss,” but which nevertheless suf- fered sadly. rlod lmpersonatlons, from the lightness of coquetry to the thrill of tragedy. He did not know how it happened as he stood there watching her, but the 'next moment he was imprisoned by the. group and voices were singing: _ “There he stands, the booby! Who will have him for his beauty ‘2” Who? His eye swept the groupâ€"the merry, scornful glances fixed upon him; the joyous, ha. inviting glances; the red lips parted as in kindly invitation-â€" shy lips, Willing lips. ‘Yho? His look kindled. He had made his selection, and the next mo- ment his arm was impctnously thrown around the actress’ waist. “Kiss her quick and let her go!” Amid the mad confusion he strove to obey the command. but a panting voice murmured "No, no!" a pair of dark eyes gazed into his for an instant. de- fiantly. and tho pliant waist slipped from his impassioned grasp; his eager lips. instead of touching that glowing chm-k. only grazed a curl that had be- peat the attempt she had passed from his arms with laughing lips and eyes. "Play fair!" shouted the lads. “He sh K ‘kiss her quick and let her go.’ ” “ . let her go first!” said the others. “ 'Kiss her quiek.’ ’° reiterated the boys. “He can’t now.” answered the girls. The voices took up the refrain. “Don’t you muss the rattles. U!” and the game went on. The old clock gossiped glee- fully. its tongue repeating as plainly as words: “Let her go!-â€"ho!â€"ho!-oneâ€"twoâ€"- cnmv loosened. and before he coula re- Three o’clock! Admonishlngly' rang out the hour. the jovial face of the clock looking sterner than was its wont. It glowered now like a preacher in his pulpit upon a sinful congregation. Enough of snap and catch ’em, enough of Hull’s Victory or the opera reel, let the weary fiddler descend from the bulrush chair, for soon the touch of dawn will be seen in the eastern sky! The merrymaking began to wane and already the sound of wagon wheels rattled over the log road away from the tavern. Yes. they were sing- ing, and as Hepsiheth leaned her head on Josiah’s shoulder they uplifted their voices in the good old orthodox hymn. “Come. Ye Sinners.” for thus they courted and worshiped in olden times. three! With heightened color the young girl turned. 'and as she did so her look rest- ed on the soldier. His glance was cold. almost strange, and. meeting it, she half started and then smiled, slowly mounting the stairs. He looked away, but the patroon never took his eyes from her until she had vanished. Afar. rising and falling on the clear air. sounded the voices of the singers: “Praise God from whom all blenintl flow: Praise him 311 creatures here below." and finally, softer and softer. until the melody melted into silence: “Praise hlm above. ye heavenly macs-t”â€" “Good night, every one!" said a sweet voice. as Constance passed calmly on with not a fume mugged. “Good night.” answered the patroon. a sparkle in his eyes. “I was truly a booby.” “What can you mean '2" she laughed. “There’s many a slip ’twixtâ€"llp and up!” exclaimed Susan. “One good turn deserves another.” said Barnes to Saint-Prosper. when Sn. can and Kate had likewise retired. “Follow me. sirâ€"to the kitchen! No questions. but come!" KEEN observer might have no ticed that the door of the inn kitchen had been kept swing- ing to and fro as certain ones In the audience had stolen cautiously but repeatedly in and out of the cull- nary apartment while the dancing and other festivities were in progress. The lunernnt pedagogue was prominent in than mum-loos movements. which v" CHAPTER V. poS'smiy accounted for in: White enou- er being askew and his disposition to cut a dash not by declining Greek verbs, but by inclining too attentively toward Miss Abigail. a maiden lady with a pronounced aversion for frivol- -"' The cause of the schoolmaster's frol- icsome deportment was apparent to the soldier when he followed Barnes into the kitchen, where in a secluded cor- ncr near the hospitable oven, in the dim light of a tallow dip, stood a steaming punch bowl. A log smoldered in the fireplace, casting on the floor the long shadows of the andlrons, while a swinging pot was reflected on the cell- ing like a mighty eclipse. Numerous recesses containing pans and plates that gleamed by day were wrapped in vague mystery. 'l‘hree dark figures around the bowl suggested a scent of incantation, especially when one of them threw some bark from the walnut log on the coals and the flames sprang up as from a pine'knot and the eclipse danced among the rafters overhead, while the pot swung to and fro. ity. As the manager approached the bowl the trio. moved by some vague, im- pelling impulse. locked arms. walked toward the side door. crossed its thresh- old ln some confusion. owing to a unan- imous determination to pass out at one and the same time, and went forth into the tranquil night. leaving Barnes and Saint-Prosper the sole occupants of the kitchen. The manager now helped himself and his companion to the bev- erage, standing with his back to the tiny forks of flame from the shagbark. His face expanded with good fellow- ship; joviality shone from his eyes beaming upon the soldier. whom he un- consciously regarded as an auxiliary. “A fair robbery.” laughed Barnes, “as Dick Turpin said when be robbed the minister who robbed the king Win, robbed the people. A happy though that. turning the helmet into a colle‘ tion box. It titled us over. it tided at over:” Saint-Prosper returned the manager‘s glance in kind. * i-larnes’ candor aim. simplicity were apparent antidotes the other's tacitm'nity and const'aini. lmrin: the country dance the soldier lltltl remained a passiVe spectator. (lis- pl.|.\'ia:4 little interest in the rustic lllt‘l‘l‘yllltlklllg or the open glances east upon him by bonny lasses burned in the sunlit fields. hnxoni serving maids as clean as the pans in the kitchen 211'“ ii 'arty maids not averse to t’risk and frolic in wholesome rural fashion. “Here’s to our better acquaintance," he said. placing his hand with little ceremony on the other’s shoulder. “The billposter!” Raising his cup. “You gathered them in"- " “And you certainly gatheréd-in the contents of their pockets.” liut now in the face of the manager's buoyancy at the success of a were ex- pedient. a hopefulness ill warranqu by his short purse and the long future before him. the young man‘s manner changed from one of indifference to friendliness, if not sympathy. for the oversanguine custodian of players. Would the helmet, like the wonderful pitcher. replenish itself as fast as it was emptied? Or was it but a make-- shift? The manager’s next remark seemed a reply to these queries. denot- ing that Barnes himself. although tem- "‘Well.” retorted Barnes irrelevantly. “you have at least mildly coquetted with the muse. Besides, I dare say..1ou “What we need,” continued the man- ager. "is a temperance drama. With what intemperate eagerness would the people flock to see it! But where is it to be found? Plays don’t grow on bushes even in this agricultural dis- trict. And I have yet to discover any dramatists hereabout. unless,” jocu- larly. “you are a Tom Taylor or a Tom Robertson in disguise. Are you sure you have never courted the divine muse? Men of position have frequent- ly been guilty of that folly, sir.".l “But once,” answered the otherin the same tone; “it college, a political satire.” “Was it successful?” “Quite so. I was expeiled for writing porarily elated, was not oblivious to the precarious character of “free perform- ances.” with voluntary otferings. “To the success of the tcmpcran cc drama!” nave oeen oenmo use scenes a good deal. The greenroom is a fashionable rendezvous. Where are you going? And whatâ€"it I may ask-is your hunt ness?” “I am on my way to New Orleans,” said the traveler after a moment’s hes. ltation; “my business. fortune getting: in sugar, tobabco or indigo culture!” “New Orleans!" exclaimed the man- ager. poising the ladle in midalr. “That. too. is our destination. 'We have an engagement to play there. Why not join our band? Write or adapt a play for us. Make a temperance drama of your play!" “You are a whimsical fellow.” said the stranger, smiling. “Why don’t you write the play yourself '2” “I? An unread. illiterate dotard! Why, I never had so much as a day’s schooling. As a lad I slept with the rats. held horses. swept crossings and lived like a mudlark! Me write a play! I might let fall a suggestion here and there. how to set a flat or where to drop a fly. to plan an en- trance or to arrange an exit! No. no: let the shoemaker stick to his last! lt tnkes”-with defermuwâ€"“a scholar to write a drama." “Thus you disqualify me." laughed the other. drawing out a pipe. which he filled and lighted with a coal held in the iron grip of the antique tongs. “If it were only to help plant a bat- tery or stand in a gap!" he said grim- ly. replacing the tongs against the old brick oven at one side of the grate. “But to beset King Bacchus in three acts! To storm a castle in the first. scale the walls in the second and blow ur. all the king‘s horses and all the king's men in the lastâ€"that is. indeed. '90 serious warfare. mmenetrabie, musing features. But Wlwn. witéx an upward shower of Sparks. the backlog fell asunder and the waning flame cast yet more gloomy shadows behind them, he leaned hack “Or. if you desire.” resumed the man- ager after some hesitation. “it might become a business venture as well as a pleasure jaunt. Here is .a sinking ship. Will the salvage warrant help- lng us into portâ€"that is, New Orleans? There hope tells a flattering tale. The company is well equipped. has a va- ried repertory, while Constance”â€"ten- derly-“is a host in herself. If you knew her as I do. had watched her art in his heavy. hewn chair and again bout an attentive look upon the loqua- cious speaker. As he sat before the glow. the light of the burning sllnglmrk. playing elf- ishly above the dying omhors. outlined the stalwnri yet active figure and the The walking sick, what a crowd of them there are: Persons who are thin and weak but not sick enough to go to bed. It makes new flesh and gives new life to the weak system. Scott’s Emulsion can be taken as long as sickness lasts and do good all the time. ‘7Chronic cases" that’s what the doctors call them, which in common English meansâ€"long sickness. To st0p the Continued loss of flesh they need Scott’s Emulsion. For the feeling of weakness they need Scott’s Emulsion. Scott’s Emulsion gets thin and weak persons out of the rut. It makes new, rich blood, strengthens the nerves and gives appetite for ordinary food. There’s new strength and flesh in every dose. We will be glad to send you a few doses free. SCOTT 6': BOWNB, Beaurethatthispktmh theformofahbelxpopthg Chemists, Toronto, Ontario. 506043!!an {ion you buy: W" 41118 voice' trembl’edé-“and to think. sometimes I do not know where the next day’s sustenance may come from! That she”â€" He backs on abruptly, gazing at his companion halt apologeticaliy. “We players, sir.” he resumed. “present a jovial front, but”â€"tuppiug his breastâ€"- “few know what is going on here!" “Therein,” said the younger man. emptying his pipe. "you have stated a universal truth.” He pushed a smol- dering log with his foot toward the remnants of the embers. “Suppose I were so minded to venture”â€"and he mentioned a modest sumâ€"“in this haz- ard and we patched W the play to- gether?" “You don’t mean it?” cried the man ager eagerly. Then -~ regarded the other suspieiously. ur proposal is not inspired through gvmpathy?" “Why not throng! pects you have so ed?” replied Saint-I9 not inspired througi: wympathy?" “Why not througl. the golden pros- pects you have so vfoquently depict- ed?" replied Saint-Ramon coldly. “‘VVhy‘ not indeed!" «‘xclaimod the re- assun-d manager. “.- :ivcess will come; It must come. You have seen Con- stance but once. ilize lives in every character to her hi‘dl‘t‘S core.’ How does she do it? Who can tell? It’s in- born-a heritage to her!" His voice 83an low with emotion. “Yes,” he murmured. shaking his head thoughtfully as though another image arose in his mind. “a heritage. 11 di- vine heritage!" But soon he looked up. “She’s a brave girl!" he said. “When times were dark she would always smile encouraglngly. and in the light of her clear eyes I felt anew the Lord would temper the wind to the show lamb.” “One. two, tlm-v. four.” rang the great clock through the silent hall. and at its harsh clangm' Barnes started. “Bless my soul. the maids ’ll be up and doing and had us here!" he ex- claimed. “One last cup! To the suc- cess of the temperature drama!" In a few moments they had parted for their respectiye chambers. and only the landlord was 101‘ t downstairs. Now as he came from Behind the bar. where he had been apparently dozing and se- cretly listening through the half open. ed door leading into the kitchen. he had much difficulty to restrain his laughter. “That's a good one to tell Ezekiel." he muttered. turning out. the lights and sweeping the ashes on the hearth to the hilt'k of the grate. “To the tem- perance drama !” Returning from the stable. where lie had been looking after his horse. the soldier stood for a moment before 11;.- inn. when a flower fell at his feet. and glancing over his shoulder. he per ceived Susan. who vas leaning from her window. The venturesome rose which had clanlbered as high as the second story, was gone. plucked. :llzzs by the wayward hand of a (-oqitette. Saint-Prosper bowed and stooped to: the aspiring but now hapless flower which lay in the dust. “You have Joined the chariot. I hear." said Susan. “For the present." he replied. “And what parts wiii you play?" she continued. with smiling inquisitivenvss “None." “What a pity! You would make :a handsome lover." Then she hlnshml “Lnd! What am i saying? Besides”- maliciousiyâ€"“I believe you have eyes for some one else. But remember"- shaking her finger and with a cuqlwi tish turn of the headâ€"“i am an alt'ii'vru and therefore vain. i must have the best part in the new piece. Don’t for get that. or I‘ll not travel in the saun- chariot with you." .And Susan disup peared. CHAPTER VI. OWN ‘the hill. faeing the tar- el'n.‘ the shadows of night were slowly withdrawn. usa- ering in the day’ of the play ers’ leaving; A single tree at the very top. isolated from itseylvan neighlmx. was bathed in the warm sunshine. re- ceiving the earliest benediction of day. Down. down came the dark shade. pur- sued by the light. until the entire slope of the hill was radiant and the sad colored foliage [taunted in newborn gayety. “Large enough! Oh Kate. what u phlogmatic creature you are!” _ “Fudge!” said the other as she left the chamber. Entering the tavern. the soldier Was met by the wiry old lady who hohlwd into the breakfast room and explained the kind of part that fitted her like a glove. her prejudices being strong against modern plays. “Ah. Kate." she said a moment lntor “what a fine looking young man In ls!” “Who?" drawled her sister. “M r. Suint-Prospvr. of course." “He is large enough." retortod Kate leisurely. “Give me dramas like ‘0riana.’ “Tho Hi '11! Quoons’ or Wohstor's pieces." she exclaimodf quoting with much fire {0. her years: "We are only like dead walls or vaulted graves?" “And do not forget the meow": your piece!" called out Hawkps arrow the table. “Something you can «1;; vour teeth in!" “And put in a love scene for Adonis and myself,” she continued, lazily float- ing into the room. "He ls so fond of me it would not be like acting!" “Adonis makes a great bit in a small part.” laughed Kate. appearing at the door. “ ‘My lord. the carriage is waiting?" "3h lady. your ton rue is too sharp exclaimed Adonis. nettled. This hantering was at length inter- rupted by the appearance of the chariot and the property wagon at the front door, ready for the journey. The rum- bling of the vehicles; the resounding boots and the resonant voice of the stable boy awakened the young lord ot the Win his chamber dun. Ba “Nor the juvenile lead.‘ the Celtic Adonis. to toll Ezekiel." : out the lights as on the hearth to. “To the tem- chimed In '0. stretched himself sleepily. sWore WV“ â€"- again compoâ€"owesénmmsélt' tor slumber. when the noise of a property trunk thumping its way- down the front stall-I 3 LI... ‘n‘- “‘v “0.. ‘vâ€"WVâ€"v “Has the worlh come to an end?" he muttered. “No; I remember. It's only ‘. “-0.1-“ â€"â€" - _ a step at a uni} galvanized him into life and consciousness. u-v ‘1'“. vâ€"â€" -â€"â€"_-- But. although “he spoke carelessly. the bumping of boxes and slamming and hanging of portable goods annoyed him more than he would confess. With the “crazy quilt." a patchwork of heptagons of different hues and pat- terns. nround his shoulders. clothing him with all the colors of the rainbow. he sat up in bed. wincing at each con- cussion. “I might as well get up." he exclaim- ed. “I'll see her once moreâ€"the per- verse beauty!“ And. tossing the kalei- doscopic covering viciously from him. he began to dress. Meanwhile, as the time for their go lug drew near. mine host downstairs Iped the parting guest with good cheer. having fared protitahly by the patron- age the players had brought to the inn. but his daughter. Arabella. looked and and pensive. 110w weary. flat and stale appeared her existence now! With a lump in her throat and a pang in her heart she rot-klessly wiped her eyes upon the best parlor curtains when Barnes mounted to the box. as robust a stage driver as ever extricated a coach from a quagmire. The team. playful through 10m.r confinement. tug- ged at the reins. and Sandy. who was at the hits. occasionally shot through space like an erratic meteor. The manager was flourishing his whip impatiently when Constance and Susan appeared. the former in a travel- ing costume of blue silk. :1 paietot of dark cloth and. after the fashion of the day. a bonnet of satin and velvet. Su- san was attired in a jnpe sweeping and immensely tulle-«to be in style!â€" and jacket with sleeves of the pagoda form. The party seemed in high spir- its as from his dormer window Mau- vllle. adjusting his attire. peered through the lattice over the edge of the moss grown roof and leaf clogged gutters and surveyed their preparations for departure. How well the rich color of her gown became the young girl! He had told himself white was her best adornment. but his opinion veered on the moment now. and he thought he had never seen her to better advantage, with the blue of her dress reappearing in the lighter shade above the dark paletot. in the lining: of the bonnet and the bow of ribbons beneath her chin. “On my word. hut she looks hand- Iome!” muttered tho patroon. “Might sit for a Gainsborough or a Reynolds! What dignity! What coldness! All ex- cept the eyes! How they can lighten! But there’s that adventurer with her.” as the figure of the soldier crossed the yard to the property wagon. “No get- ting rid of him until the last moment!" And he opened the shutters wider. Its- tenlng and watching: more closely. 'W’hy. the fellow is going with them!" exclaimed the land baron. “Or. at any rate, he is going with her. What can it mean?" And hurriedly quitting hi. post. his toilet now being complete. he hastened to the door and quickly made his way downstairs. During the past week his own ad- dresses had miscarried and his gallan- try had been love's labor lost. At first he had fancied he was making progress. but soon acknowledged to himself he had underestimated the enterprise. Play had succeeded playâ€"he could not have told what part favored her most! Ophelia sighed and died; Susan danced on her grave between acts. according to the programme. and turned tears in- to smiles: the farewell night had come and goneâ€"and yet Constance had made no sign of compliance to reward the patient wooer. Now. at the sight of these preparations for departure and the presence of the stalwart stranger in the property wagon. he experienced a sudden sensation 02' pique. almost akin to je:ilousy. Twenty Shot. In His Head. At the present time there is a keeper on a [Iertfordshire estate who has about twenty shots in his head. Nearly thirty years ago this man was acci- dentally shot by an under keeper. and there were twenty two holes in the hat he wore. which is preserved to this day. The injured man never had the shot: extracted, was long between lite end death and completely lost his hun- lng.-London Standard. “Yes; when I have a part to study I sometimes retine to the stage throne." she answered lightly. “I suppose you will ride your horse?" Of his reply the listener caught only the words “Witidlvrmk” and “lame.” He observed the soldier assist her to the throne and then. to Mauville's suro prise. spring into the wagon himself. “Are you going to ride in the property wagon?” he heard Saint-Prosper ask. Stopping from tho tavern. it was with an effort he sulml°c.~‘:<vtl his chagrin and vcxmion and assumml that air of mm- chalance which lwc-zunc him well. Smil- ingly hg bade Sasau and the othcr oc- cupants of the chariot {arcwclL shook Barnes hy the hand and turned to the propvrt y wagon. “The noise of your departum awak- ened me." he sum to the young girl. "So I have come to claim my compensation -â€"tlae pleasurv of swim: you"- “Dopart!” she laughed quickly. Mouwntarily dim-ulu-ertod. he turned to the sonnet. “You ride early." “As you we." returned the other In- nmvnhly. ' A lmhit oontmvte-d in the army. no a nu. :a‘un‘ g. I)“ ‘1' [m n: CON'HNUED.‘ 0 time” for theCuumy ”my “tended to. Urd nt “areroon “II. or it the Chronic} a. Quad Auctiuueer tur “2.14m! \nhmmr Bai Di Ion. Court Susan“! 1 m" mm: W Auctioneer fer Um ( 8th! promptly attended “fiance or write hp Al Orders may be bf! at the 11 Land \ulmnur and or for the Lama“ 0! firm “d to tad mug- ( as} to loan; Uld icon: kinds milsmmdlduu mint an no . Weeâ€"Mackenzie‘s Town. Durham. 0m Gabon-41:; (hf Standard Bank. ARRISTER 90L Mclnh're a “lmk, I bun. 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