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Dealers in and Manufacturers of Â¥uvosting Machinery and (amt I: implements of nll kinds. IcCormick Binders. Mowers and Bakes. Bapsiring promptly “tended to. We hsve a large stock of SCOTCH TWEBDS. WOR- STEDS and SERGES. and we guarantee satisfaction. With an ill fitting ready-made unit, when you can get. a first- olaso fit, made to order in HM" hinhvst class of workmamhip (or nbout the same money? and Bank of Canaéa. THE SAVINGS BARK d. REILLY, Agent. The Harnessmaknr. MANAGER made to At the sound of their laughter Con- stance looked coldly their way until a remark from the count engrossed the young girl’s attention once more. But finally time reminded Barnes that the hour had arrived when the curtain should descend upon these festivities. So he roared out a last blithe farewell, and the guests departed one by one, taking with them flowers in memory of the occasion. until all had left save Constance, the count. Saint-Prosper and the manager. Barnes was talking somewhat incoherently. holding the soldier by the coat and plunging into successive anecdotes about stage folk. while Saint-Prosper, apparently listen- ing, observed the diplomat and Con- stance, whose conversation he could overhear. “As I said to the royal infanta of Spain, flattery dies before truth in your presence. mademoiselle,” sighed the count, and then. raising her hand to his lips, “Ah, ma chere mademoi- sells. use Je vous adore!" he whis- and ”Emitting, he bowed himself not. followed by the manner.” "Fur once I want to be myself.” Susan's bright eve: meted on him f’“ riousi). "1.. . x .- .15 we; the count and Constance. Don’t you think it would be a good match?” she continued, with enthusiasm. “Alas, my titled admirer got no further than the “And leave the fair ones to Lamenta- tions,” said Straws, who had caught her last remarks. beginning! But men are decelvers ever. When they do reach the Song of Solo- mon they pass on to Exodus.” “Is he not handsome- Constance’s new admirer?” whispered Susan. “What can he be saying? She looks so pleased! He is very rich, isn’t he?” Again the thoughts surged and “I???" ed and the 1‘: IS! inl‘" tll' l l' :'-i:' .. aux; ing for his v. lass l whuuk quickly. “Don’t you ever feel the effects of Wine?” asked the young woman. His glance chilled her. it seemed so strange and steely. “Perhaps I enjoy myself in my way." he answered. “I believe you are 80â€"80 strong you don’t even notice it.” added Susan. with conviction. “But you don't have half as good a time.” “What Is your way?” she asked quivkly. “You don’t appear to be wild ly hilarious in your pleasures.” And “Don’t you like her?” a voice next to him had asked. Like her! He had looked at the man hiankly. “Yes.” he had replied. Then the past had seemed to roll be- tween themâ€"the burning sands. the voices of the troops, the bugle call. In his brain wild thoughts had surged and flowed as they were surging and flow- ing now. “I don’t know.” answered Saint-Pros- per brusquely. Adieu. la. cour. adieu les dairies; Adieu les filles et les temmes. Intermixed with this sad retrain the soldier’s thoughts reverted to the per- formance, and amid the chatter of Suâ€" can he reviewed again and again the details of that evening. Was this the young girl who played in schoolhouses. inns or town hails, he had asked him- self. seated in the rear of the theater? When she won an ovation he had him- self forgotten to applaud, but had sat there looking from her to the auditors. to whom she was no .v bound by ties of admiration and friendliness. SUPPER was given the com- , pany after the performance by the manager. to which repre- sentatlves of the pressâ€"artful Barnes!â€"had been invited. Of all the merry evenings in the bohemian world that was one of the merriest. Next to the young girl sat the Count de Pro. priac, his breast covered with a double row of medals. Of the toasts drunk to Constance, the manager. Straws. etc.. unfortunately no record remains. So fancy must picture the devotion of the count to his fair neighbor, the al« most superhuman pride of noisy Barnes, the attention bestowed by Susan upon Saintâ€"Prosper, wnile through his mind wandered the words of a French song: Eh; 171an it hastily, agdt 931mg CHAPTER XXIV. “You told me part of your story that day in the property wagon,” she be- gan, repugnance, scorn and anger all mingling in her tones. “Why did you tot tell me the rest?” ml glance. too. flashed. Would he The deepest shadows dwelt in her eyes. shadows he could not penetrate. although he still doggedly, yet appre- hensively, regarded her. Watching her, his brow grew darker. “Why not?" he continued stubbornly. Why? The dimness that had ob- scured her vision lifted. Now she saw him very plainly indeedâ€"tall and pow- erful. his face harsh, intense. as though by the vigor of physical and mental force he would override any charge or imputation. Why? She drew herself up as he quickly searched her eyes, bright with the passions that stirred her breast: “Would it not be well to say nothing about (1(‘('(‘[)1i()n?" she replied. and lwr dark vyvs swept his face. 'l‘lze‘n. turn in; t‘mm him abmptiv. she stvmwd Ito the window and. drawing.» m m- . lace curtains tnechanimliv. luukvd out. The city below vns yot twining with life. lights gleaming (’\'(’I‘)’\\'ll(‘l‘t' and Shadowy figures passing. Smidvniy out of the darkness came :1 (-ompnny of Sci» diors who had just landed. mam-hing through the streets toward the vamp» ing ground and singing as they went. Above the trampins.r of feet the meio ’ dy rose and fell on the distant air. dy- i .ing away as the figures vanished in the i gloom. With its love of native land. its T expression of the unity of comradeship I and ties stronger than death. the song 9 appeared to challenge an answer. and -' when the music ceased and only the . drum heats still seemed to make them- , selves heard. she raised her head with- Z out moving from her position and look : edat him to see if he understood. Bu: though she glanced at him. she hardly } saw him. In her mind was another pie- ture-the betrayed garrison. the sol i diers slainâ€"-and the horror of it threw such a film over her gaze that he be- came as a figure in some distressing dream. The chorus. like a mightly breath of patriotism. filled her heart to overflow- ing. it seemed as though she had heard it for the first time; had never before felt its potency. All the tragedy of war swept before her: all that inspiring. strange aflection for country. kith and kin suddenly exalted her. An inkling of her meaningâ€"the mute questioning of her eyes. the dread evoked by that revolting vision of the pastâ€"was reflected in his glance. L’eaning against the chair, her figure outlined by the glow from the crystal chandelier, her face in shadow, the hand the diplomat had pressed to his lips resting in the exposed light on the mahogany, the gayety went out of her face. and the young girl wearily brushed the hair from her brow. As it unaware of the soldier’s presence she glanced absently at the table in its wrecked glory and, throwing her lace wrap over her arm, was moving to- ward the door when he spoke. “Miss Carew l” She paused, standing with clasped hands before him. while the scarf slipped from her arm and fell at her feet. “May I not also tell you how glad I am that you succeeded tonight?” “You underestimate your favors if you fancy they are easily forgotten.” KBt.’ n Her wide open glance flashed omi- nously to his. She clasped and um. clasped her fingers. “Forget what?” 'she said coldly. “Nameless nothings.” he returned. “A smile, a glance, nothing to you. per- haps, but”â€"the set expression of his face giving way to abrupt passionâ€"- “everything to me. Perhaps I had not meant to say this, but it seems as though the words must come out to- night. It may be”â€"his voice vibrating with strange earnestnessâ€"“for once I want to be myself. For weeks we have beenâ€"friends-and then suddenly you begin to treat Incâ€"how? As though I no longer existed. Why did you de- ceive me. let me drift on? Because 1 was mute did you think I was blind? Why did I join the strollers? The land baron accused me of following you across the country. He was right. I was following you. I would not con fess it to myself before. But I confess it now. It was a fool’s paradise." he ended bitterly. She shrank back before his vebvment words; something within lwr mmmred \‘iohltvd. as though his plea land [N'llt' tratvd the sanctity of her reserve. “Deceived you?" he began, and his voice to her sounded as from afar. “Howâ€"what"â€" “Must it beâ€"could it be put into words?” He looked at her quickly, but her eyes expressed only apathy. In his a sudden gleam of light appeared. “I dislike congratulations.” she said indiflerently. She did not answer. His self control was fast ebbing. A crimson flush extended to her brow, the un‘concern died out of her eyes. “When a woman says ‘I do not un~ derstand’ she means ‘I Wish to for- “I do not understand." she answered slowly. “From me, you mean ?” The light be- came brighter. In spite of soothing powders. how- ever. he passed a restless night and arose unnefreshed. but ordered his vai- et to bring one of his lightest suits. and. having dressed, he set a white flower upon his coat. while the servant proceeded to apply various pigments to the wrinkled face until it took on a mocking semblance to the countenance of a man fifteen years younger. The marquis leered at, himself in the pier “What can her curse avail?” he said aloud. “She is gone. turned to ashes like that paper. and there is no life after this. one. All then is nothing. emptiness. a blank. 1 need rest. it is this cursed dyspepsia which has made me nervous. Something to compose me. and then to bed.” still prdfess not to" understand her? His lips parted: he spoke with an of- fort. ' 'â€"v “Yes," she answered quickly ,â€" "the stain upon your name. the garrison sold. the soldiers killed. murdered"â€" She had turned to him swiftly. fierce. ly. but ht fore the look of sudden shame and dread on his face her eyes abruptly fell as though a portion of his dishonor had inexplicably touched her. Motidn- less he stood. a darkness overspread- ing his features. as words struggled within him for masteryâ€"a moment. an eternity! - 4‘-.. The door opened. clused. She was alone. Suddenly the reader in a frenzy threw the letter to the floor and tram- pled on it. He regarded the face in the miniature with fear and hatred and. dashing it into the drawer. called down maledictions on her. He ceased abrupt- ly, weak and wavering. “I am going insane." he said. laugh- ing harshly. “Fool! To let that wom- an’s memory disturb me. So much for her dire prophecy!" And be snapped his fingers and dropped the letter in the fire. He VstarFed as though struck. then wheeled sharply around. At the thresh- old he paused. but she did not look up: could not. :‘Whg' don’t you go?” she cried don’t you go?" Going to the secretary. he took out a box that had not been opened in years and with trembling fingers turned over many papers. IIe shivered and, think- ing it was cold, stirred the fire. Re- turning to the secretary, he took from the box a package tied with a ribbon, still. after the lapse of these many years, slightly fragrant. and he breath- ed that perfume. so faint, so subtle, while recollections smote him like a knife. Its scent was familiar to him. It seemed to bring life to the dead, and for the moment in his mind's eye he saw her glowing figureâ€"the love or his youth-~with flashing. revengeful eyes and noble mien. lie cowered over the desk, as if shrinking from an aveng- ing spirit, While the perfume. like opi- um, filled his brain with strange fan- tasies. He strove to drown remem- brance, but some forceâ€"it seemed not his ownâ€"drove him irresistibly to uno tie that ribbon, to scrutinize many old theater programmes and to gaze upon a miniature in ivory depicting a wom- an in the loveliness of her charms, but whose striking likeness to the young actress he had just seen filled his heart with strange fear. Some powerâ€" surely it could not have been his will, which rebelled strenuously - impelled him to open those letters and to read them word for word The tenderness of the epistles fell on his heart as though to scorch it. and be quivered like a guilty wretch. His eyes were fascinated by these words in her last letter: “Should you desert me and your unborn child your end will be miser- able. As I believe in retribution, i am sure you will reap as you have sown.” “That resemblance cannot be coinci- dence!” he thought. “Oh. errors of the past. you come home in our old age when the limbs are faltering and life is failing!” Pale as the dying lilies on the table. she stepped toward the threshold when Barnes. chipper and still indefatigable. entered by another door. He was too inspired with festal intoxication to ob- serve her agitation. “What. my dear!" he exclaimed cheerlly. “Has be gone? Did you make up your little dltferences? Did you settle your quarrel before he leaves for Mexico?” “ ERHAPS she will fail, and that will amuse me,” ruminated Francois on his high seat next to the coachman. repeating the marquis’ words as they drove home after the nobleman’s precipitous retreat from the theater. Here the carriage drew up sharply before the marquis’ home, and Francois. hastily alighting. threw open the door. He arose with some difficulty and finally. with the-assistance of the valet. found himself once more in his room. the sick chamber he had grown to de- test! Here alone, having dismissed the servant as soon as possible, he moved restlessly to and fro. pondering deeply. Since the moment when he had seen and recognized his daughter, all the buoyancy which had given his wasted figure a sort of galvanic vitality seem- ed to vanish. “For Mexico!” she repeated mechan- ically. “Of course. He has his commission in the army and leaves early in the morning. But you look tired. my dear. I declane you are quite pale.” pinching her cheek. “Rest will bring back the roses, though.” Impulsively she threw her arms around his neck. “Why, why, what’s this?” be said. patting her head. “Eli? What? Are we here?" mutter- ed the marquis. starting from the cor- ner where he had been reclining. “I only care for you.” she whispered. “My dear, my dear!" “T he rest 1’" be CHAPTER XXV. said. his brow Imver~ “Why glass and assumed a jauntlness of da- mennor he was far from feeling. The almost hideous expression of the roue’s face alarmed thu servant. “No, my lord. Who! is it?” “A figure stands them- in black and is touching me. It is the spirit of ,death, i-‘rancois. You cannot see it. but there it is”â€" “My lord, you speak wildly.” “I have seen some ~‘trange things. Francois. The dead 1m '9 arisen. And “I do not look fired or worried. Frau cois?" “Not at all, my lord.” replied the ob- sequious valet. “I never saw you. my lord. appear so young and well." “Beneath the surface, Francois. there are age and weakness," answered the marquis in a melancholy tone. “Perhaps. But. Francois”â€"peering aroundâ€"“as I look over my shoulder do you know what I see?” “It is but a passing indispositlon. my lord,” asserted the servant soothingly. With no thought of direction. his lips moving. talking to himself in adynamic fashion. the nobleman walked mechan- ically on until he reached the great cathedral. The organ was rolling. and voices arose sweet as those of sera- phim. He hesitated at the portal and then laughed to himself. “Well has Voltaire said: ‘Pleasure has its time; so. too. has wisdom. Maire love in thy youth and in old age attend to thy sal- vation.’ ” He repeated the latter words; but, although he paused at the threshold and listened. he did not en- ter. As he stood there. uncertain and trembling. 'a figure replete with youth and vigor approached. and. glancing at "You knew her?" asked the noble. man. as though the conversation wearied him. “And she was faithful to his memory? No scandals; none of those little affairs women of her class are prone to? There”-â€"as Barnes start- ed up indignautlyâ€"“spare me your re~ proaches! I’m too feeble to quarrel. Besides. what is it to me? I was only curious about her; that is all! But she never spoke the name of her hus- band?" “Not even to her own child!” “She does not know her father's name?" repeated the marquis. “But I thank you. Mlle. Constance is so charming I must needs call to ask if she were related to the London ac~ tress! Good day. monsieur! You are severe on the lover. Was it not the fashion of the day for the actresses to take lovers or for the tops to have an opera glrl or a comedienne? Did your most popular performers disdain such diversions?" he sneered. "Pardle. the world has suddenly become moral! A gentleman can no longer. it would seem. indulge in gentlemanly follies." Mumbling about the) (lm'ndPDCO of fashion. the marquis dvpal‘ted. his manner so strange the manager guzpd after him in surprise. Entering the hotel. he sent his card to Barnes, requesting an interview. and the manager, overcome by the hon. or of such a visit. responded with alac- rity. The customary formalities over. thv nobleman congratulated Barnes on the performance and led the conversa- tion to the young actress. “Her mother, undoubtedly.” replied the manager proudly. _ “She was married. was she not, to”â€" “A scoundrel who took her for his wife in one church and repudiated the ties through another denomination!” "Pardon my curiosity,” he said. with apparent caPQIESSL‘H’SS. “but I’m sure I remember an actress of the same name in London. many years ago." “Ah. :1 French-English marriage!" said the marquis blandly. “An old de- vice! But what was this lover's name?" “This husband’s, my lord!” “Lover or husband. I fancy it is all the same to her now.” sneered the raller. “She has passed the point where reputation matters.” He ambled out of the room. On the street he was all politeness. removing his hat to a dark brunette who rolled by in her carriage and pausing to chat with another representative of the sex of the blond type. Then he gayly sauntered on until, reaching the thea- ter, he stopped and made a number of inquiries. Who was the manager of Constance Carew? Where was he to be found? At the St. Charles hotel? He was obliged to monsleur, the ticket seller, and Wished him good day. I have received my warning. Soon I shall join those dark specter-s which once gayly traversed this bright world. A little brandy and soda, Francois.” The servant brought it to him. The marquis leered awfully over his shoul- der once more. "Your health, my guest!" he exclaimml. laughing harsh- ly. “But my hat. Francois. l have business to perform, important busi- ness?’ “Her reputation is my concern. M. 19 Marquis!” ‘d Side by side they knelt. Br. an exélamation escaped him that caused her to pause and turn. “You are not well." she said saliv- ltuusly. “Can I help you '3" “It is nothing. nothing.” answered. the marquis. nshy pale at the Mt 0‘ : Lwr and th. "roximity of tint be. which regard-J him with womanly sympathy. .away." “At least in we assist you. You were going to the cathedral? Come." For nearly thirty years Scott’s Emulsion has been the great giver of human flesh. " Wewillscndyouacoupleot ounces free. 8001'? BOWNB. Milt... Toronto. Ontario. III-Ill”: all.“ Scott’s Emulsion is flesh and blood, bone and muscle. It feeds the nerves. strengthens the digestive organs and they feed the whole body. His hand rested upon her strong young arm. He felt himself too weak to resist. so together. father and daugh- ter. they entered the cathedral. Side by side they knelt, he to keep up the farce. fearing to undeceive her. while yet only mocking words came to the old man’s heart as the bitterness of the situation overwhelmed him. She was a daughter in whom a prince might have found pride. but he remained there mute, not daring to speak. ex. perlencing all the tortures of remorse and retribution, and was only recalled to himself as his glance once more rest- ed upon the young girl. He became dimly conscious that peo- ple were moving past them, and he sud- denly longed to cry out. “My child!" but he fought down the impulse. Some- thing within held him from speaking to herâ€"perhaps his own inherent sense of the consistency of things, his ‘p- predation of the legitimate finale to a miserable order of circumstances. Even pride forbade departure from long es- tablished habit. But while this train of thought passed through his mind he realized she was regarding him with clear, compassionate eyes, and he heard her voice: Shylock was the man w‘w wanted a pmmd of hum; 1. flesh. There are man Shylocks now. the conva'. . cent, the consumptive, Un- sickly child. the pale ynuwg woman. all want human flL‘x'U and they can get itâ€"take Scott's Emulsion. “Shall we go now? The services are over." He obeyed without question. He leaned heavily upon her arm and his steps were faltering. Out into the warm sunshine they passed. the light revealing more plainly the ravages of time in his face. “You must take a carriage.” she said to the old man. “Yes. I should be at rehearsal." she replied regretfully. “At rehearsal!" he repeated. “Yesâ€" yes. But the stage is no place for you !" he added suddenly. “You should leave lt-leave it!” “You were about to ask something?” Che observed with more sympathy. She looked at him wonderingly. “Is there nothing more I can do for you?" “Nothing! Nothing! 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