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With :0 ill-fitting rordy-made suit, when you can got. ‘ first. class fit, made to order in the highest class of workmanship for about the sumo money? We have a large stock“?! We have a large stock 0! SCOTCH TWBEDS. WOR- STEDS and SERGES. and we guarantee ntislaction. Give us a trid. d. KELLY, Agent. Mzncqur TAILOR The best in the World. For sale here. Try it Manufacturer of And Dealer in â€"~ The Harnessmakor 1.000.000 “Tell me, Alice,” he pleaded. stepped out of the boat. Only a few steps up a mossy bank offered its temp- tation, and with quick gallantry he drew his coat of! and spread it for her to sit upon. “It's hice and cool here,” she said, “but we must not stay long. Blanch will be waiting.” Frank had thought many times of what he would say and how he would say it, but now that the critical mo- ment had come his well chosen words vanished. He had remained standing and for a moment looked at Alice as she sat with hat hidden face, and then his heart-burst came. “Miss Page,” he said in a low voice, “you must know what I want to say, and-and I‘ve come all the way from Maine to say it, and can youâ€"is there any hope for me? Is there just a little?” He paused, but no answer came, only her head sank a trifle lower, and now even the tip of her chin was invisible beneath the hat. It may he the move- ment emboldened him, for in an in- stant he was beside her on the ground and had one hand a prisoner. “Tell me, Alice," he pleaded, “is “Tell me, Alice," he plead there any chance for me? S one wordâ€"only one! Say ‘yes’ !‘ The prisoned hand was at his lips now, and then she raised her face, and â€"oh, divine sighttwtbose blue eyes were filled with tears. One instant flash of heaven only. and then a change came. She arose quickly and, turning'away. said half petulantly: “Oh, please don‘t speak of that now and spoil our Visit. Let us go back to the mill." .n. ._A_j ___‘ .v v“- But still he held the little hand, and as she tried to draw it aw ny he said pitifully: "Do you mean it, Alice? is it no? Oh. don‘t let me go away without one word of hope!” Then she raised her one free arm and, resting it against a nearby tree, pressed her face upon it and almost whispered: “Oh, don’t ask me now! I can't say ‘yes.’ and I can‘t say ‘no.’ " "I shall believe that your heart says ‘yes,’ ” he responded quickly. slipping one arm around her waist, "and until you do say ‘no‘ I shall keep on loving you just the same.” She drew herself away and. turning a piteous face toward him, exclaimed, “Don‘t. please, say another word now, or I shall hate myself as long as I live if you do.” For one moment he stood dumfound- ed. and then it dawned upon him. "Forgive me. sweet Alice, he said softly. “for speaking too soon. I be- lieve I know why you feel as you do, and I shall go away hopingthat in time you will come to know my mother better. And since you have said that you can't say ‘no,’ I shall anticipate that some time it will be ‘yes.’ Now we will go and gather lilies.” Then, as he led her to the boat. his arm once more stole around her waist, and this time she did not try to escape its pressure. When, two days afterward, the broth- er and sister were ready to depart, Blanch put one arm caressiugly around Alice and whispered. “Now. remember, -you hove promised to make me a visit next winter, and you must keep your promise.” .0 ._‘ L_, -vâ€"__ r And vboor Romeo. standing by, had to look the love that was in his heart while he envied his sister her parting 3.. ......... \031. . .J. of~..\on.an.ufiu.. .J. .J.....\o-..o...n. .. k. flow-ovum”... 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In the first place you must stay in the mountains until we go home, and do all you can to please mother. Take her driving, ask her to play whist with you, and when she makes a good play praise it; carry her wraps for her, be solicitous about her welfare and com- fort in all things, and treat her just as if she were Alice instead of mamma. Then when she is well cared for, act downcast at times and depressed. Wait a few days before working the melan- choly act, and don‘t say much to other girls. Dance with Ede and me and say sweet things to mamma for a week. Then some day take her out for a drive and act as if you had lost your last friend. She will inevitably ask what ails you. but don’t tell her too quickly. Let her coax you a little, and after awhile make a clean breast of it. “I would suggest you insinuate the girl has favored your suit, but has practically said ‘no’ because she is too proud to marry into a rich fam- ily. That will do more to pique mam- ma’s interest in the matter than vol- umes of praise for Alice. Don’t say too much, but if she questions you about her answer frankly to the point, but convey the impression that you consider your case hopeless, and leave the rest to me.” Frank looked at his sister in silent admiration. “I didn’t know you had such a wise head on your shoulders,” he said at last. When Frank and Blanch had made a short stop at Saratoga, “just to be able to say so,” as Blanch said, they return- ed to the mountains, and the little do- mestlc drama began. As it progressed Frank grew interested in watching the effect it had on his proud mother. To have her only son show her so much devotion before crowds of people glad. dened her heart, and it was soon no- ticed and commented upon. She had known that Frank was from the first a little smitten with this sister of his college chum. but as he had had several mild cases before she thought nothing of it. With motherly caution she took care to ask no questions, even when Blanch told her they had visited Alice on their way to Saratoga. When the denouement came she was. as Blanch had predicted, completely taken aback. She made but little reply to his love- lorn tale except to laugh at him and assure him he would soon overcome it. but that night she questioned Blanch. “I noticed Frank was very attentive to Miss Page.” Blanch said, “while she seemed to avoid being left alone with him a moment. She is one of the sweetest and prettiest girls I've met in a long time, and also one of the prowl- est. I fell in love with her at sight and am sure Frank has, but so far as I saw she gave him no encouragement. She is poor, pretty and proud. and that tells the whole story. I imagined she be- lieved she would not be welcomed by you.” . When the last of August came and the Xasons returned to Boston, Frank and his mother were on excellent terms. Eight cents a pound is what a young woman paid for twelve pounds of flesh. She was thin and weak and paid one dollar for a bottle of Scott’s Emulsion, and by tak- ing regular doses had gained twelve pounds in weight before the bottle was finished. Eight cents a pound is cheap for such valuable ma-l terial. Some pay more, some‘ less, some get nothing for their money. You get your money’s worth when you buy. Scott’s Emulsion. We will send you free. Toronto, SCOTT 6: BOWNE. CHEMISTS. 5 cams and $1.00; Ontario. little v'v‘nat nas come over Frank?” Edith said to Blanch one day. “He has never been so well behaved in his life. First he quit idling and began to study law as it he meant to be somebody, then he deserted his crowd of cronies for us and has acted as it we were his sole care in life ever since. What is the meaning of it, Blanch?” “It seems so good to have him de- voted to us that I am not going to ask any questions,” answered Blanch. CHAPTER XXX. HE last day of August dawned fair in busy Boston. Sum- mer sojourners were return- ing. John Nason’s store was filled with new fall styles, the shoppers were crow ding the streets, and the hustling, bustling life of a great city was at flood tide. ,Albert Page, full of business, was in his ot- fice, and Frank Nason was studying hard again. Small fortunes were be- ing won and lost on State street, and in one smoke polluted broker‘s ofllce Nicholas Frye sat watching the price of wheat. The September option opened that day at 781/4, rose to 79, fell to 767 , rose to 78 and then dropped back to 76. He had margined his holdings to 71, and it it fell to that price his $60,000 would be gone and he ’1‘ “\fi 1.} â€"ruined. For many nights he had had but little sleep, and that made hideous by dreams filled with the unceasing whlr and click, click, click of the ticker. He was worn and weary with the long nervous strain and misery of seeing his fortune slowly clipped away by the clicker’s tick that had come to sound like the teeth of so many little devils snapping at him. To let his holdings go. he could not, and, lured on and on by the broker's daily uttered assertion that “wheat could not go much lower, but must have a rally soon,” he had kept putting up margins. Now all he could possibly raise was in the broker's hands, and when that was gone all was lost. Frye sat and iratehed the Blackboard Where the uneven columns of quota- tions looked like so many little legs ever growing longer. Around him were a score of other men watching the figures. No one cared whether an- other won or lost in the great gam- bling game that ruins thousands. It was the caldron filled with lies. false reports, fictitious sales and the hope and lust of gain that boiled and bubbled, heated by the fires of hell. And ever around that caldron the souls of men were circling, cursing their losses and gloating over their gains. And Frye was muttering curses. So fast came the quotations that the boy could no longer record them. In- stead he called them out in a drawling singsong: “September wheat now seventy- threeâ€"the halfâ€"fivc-eighthsrâ€"a halfâ€"- five-eighths splitâ€"now a halfâ€"three- eighths â€" a quarter â€"â€" seventy-three!" Frye set his feet hard together and clinched his hands. Only 2 cents in price stood between him and the loss of all his twenty years’ saving. All the lies he had told for miserable gain, all the miserly self denial he had prac- ticed, all the clients he had cheated and robbed, all the hatred he had won from others, availed him not. His con- temptible soul and his life almost now hung by a miserly 2 cents. “Seventy-threeâ€"a quarterâ€"an eighth â€"seventy-threeâ€"now seventy-two sev- en-eighthsâ€"three-qnartersâ€"five-eighths --three-quarters splitâ€"now five-eighth: -â€"a halfâ€"a half!” Pandemonium was raging in the Chl- cago wheat pit, and the ticker's teeth clicked like mad. “Seventy-twocâ€"a halfâ€"a halfâ€"three- eighthsâ€"a halfâ€"three-eighthsâ€"na quar- terâ€"seventy-two!” "September wheat now seventy-one seven-eighths â€" seven ~eightbs â€"â€" three- qunrtersâ€"sevenoeighths splitâ€"now the three-quarterâ€"fivc-eighthsma half â€"â€" a halfâ€"five-eighthsâ€"a halfâ€"a half again â€"â€"three-eighths--a quarterâ€"an eighth-â€" Cold beads of sweat gathered on Frye’s forehead. One cent more and be was ruined. a quarterâ€"an eighthâ€"a quarterâ€"4m eighthâ€"an eighthâ€"a quarter splitâ€"an eighthâ€" ‘ Seventy- -one!” Frye was ruined. He gave one low moan, the first and only one during those three long weeks of agony. The devil's teeth kept snapping; the endless coils of tape kept unwinding. The boy continued his draw], but Frye paid no heed. Only those spider legs on the wall seemed kicking at him, and that fatal seventy-oneâ€"oneâ€"oneâ€"kept ringing in his ears. He arose and staggered out and with bowed bead made his way to the oflice. Whir-r-r-r-r! Click, click, click! Seventyoneâ€"oneâ€"one! It was the last he heard, and then he sank for- ward on his desk in a stupor. At this moment Uncle Terry, with Frye’s letter in his pocket and right- eous wrath in his heart, was speeding toward Boston as fast as steam could carry him. The clear, incisive strokes of an ad- jacent clock proclaiming midnight awoke Frye. He raised his head, arose. lit the two gas jets and sat down. Seventy-one-oneâ€"one! They brought it all back to him, and now, alone in his misery, he groaned aloud, and with his despair came the dread of the morrow, when he must go forth crushed, broken, despairing, pen- niless. All would know it, and all would re- joice. Out of the many that hated or feared him not one would feel a grain of pity, and he knew it. Then his past life came back to him. He had never married, and since he had looked down upon his dead moth- er’s face no woman's hand had sought his with tenderness. All his long life or grasping greed had been spent in money getting and money saving. No sense of right or instice had ever restrained him. Year lifter year he had added‘to his hoard, carefully invested it. and now it had all been swept away! He took a pen and wrote a brief let- Once more his head sank forward on the desk and he groaned. aloud. For a long time he remained thus, living over the past three weeks of agony. and then there smote upon his tortured nerves the sound of many clocks strike ing 1. It sounded as it they were mock- ing him, and from far and near, some harsh and sharp, some faint in the dis- tance, came that fatal, one, one, one! He arose and, going 10 a small locker in his room, grasped a half filled bottle of liquor and drank deeply. A _ I_!..4- n Ioffnf IIqUUI all“ us a» He arose againwan‘d: taking a letter opener, crowded bits of paper into the keyhole ot the door and up and down the crack. Then he closed the one Win- dow, turned out the two gas jets and opened the stopcocks again. An odor of gas soon pervaded the room, into which came only a faint light from the statehouse dome. LBERT PAGE had just fin- ished reading his morning mail the first day of Septem- ber when his office door opened and Uncle Terry entered. “Well. well!" exclaimed Albert, “Well. well!” exclaimed AIUCI‘L, springing to hls feet. “How are you, Uncle Terry? How are your good Wife and Telly, and when did you arrive. and why didn’t you let me know so I could meet you '2” __ A ‘r “â€"vâ€"vvâ€" “Waal,” ans-wered Uncle Terry, seat- ing himself, “I got in purty late last night an’ put up at a tavern near the “But Why didn’t you write or Wire me, so I could have met you at the :rainf!” _ _- A. 'u ‘Q: j 'Yâ€"A‘: 'D ‘flr‘hf‘ftct' on’t ‘13,” “repfiéd ‘Uncle Terry, removing his hat and laying it on the floor beside him, “I’ve allus pulled my own boat in this world, an’ it sorter goes agin the grain now to h’ist the oars over to ’nother fellow.” Then, reaching into his pocket, draw- ing out a letter and handing it to Al- bert, he added: “ ’Bont two weeks ago I got this ’ere from that thief Frye. I was ’spectin’ the gov’ment boat ’long most every day an’ so couldn’t cum any sooner.” Albert read the letter and gave a low whistle. “Frye must have been either very hard up when he wrote,” he said, “or else the other parties are crowding him, and this is his last effort to fleece you. I have heard that he has been speculating in wheat lately, and it may be he has got caught. I h0pe so, so it will be easier for us to bring him to terms. I have my plans all mapped out, and I think we had best go for him at once while he is likely to be in his office." Then, calling to Frank and rapidly writing a check for $500 while that surprised young man was shaking hands with Uncle Terry, he continued: “Please go up to the station, Frank, and get an oflicer at once and step into the Maverick bank on your way back and get this check cashed. We will go prepared for the worst." When Frank had gone Uncle Terry said: “There wa’n’t no need 0’ yer get- tin' money, Mr. Page. I’ve brung three hundred, which is all he asked fer.” “We may need more nevertheless,” answered Albert, “and as I wish to make but one visit to Frye’s office, it’s best to go prepared.” Then after fill- ing out a writ of replevin he added: “Excuse me a moment, Mr. Terry. I will be back soon.” He was absent perhaps five minutes, and then Uncle Terry was astonished to see a strange man enter from an inner room. He wore a full black beard, smoked glasses, broad slouch hat and a clerical coat which was but- toned close to his chin. Uncle Terry looked at him in surprise, waiting for the stranger to speak. “Don't you know me, Uncle Terry?" laid the new arrival. “By gosh, it's you, Mr. Page," ex- claimed the old man. “or else I‘m tuck with a change 0’ heart!” Then he add- ed, with a laugh. “I’d never known ye ’cept fer yer voice.” "I’m all right, then, I guess,” said Albert, “and now for my plan. When the officer comes we four will go at once to Frye's otfice. You will go in alone and open matters. Contrive to leave the door ajar. and when you get to talking the rest of us will creep up and listen. And here is where your wits must work well. Act as though you did not suspect anything wrong, but tell him you are discouraged and have put out all the money you can; also that you are poor and can’t af- ford to waste any more on what you believe to be a hopeless case. Then ask him to return you the trinkets you gave him, as the girl values them highly; and right here is where you must contrive to get Frye to admit he has these trinkets. Most likely he will refuse to give them up until his tee is paid, and he may ask quite a sum. It you can settle the matter by paying him one or two hundred dollars I should advise it. but not more. If it comes to his refusal we will walk in at that point, and the officer will serve the writ. We can search his premises and even make him open his safe, and it we find what we want we will take it.” When Frank and the officer returned and the former had also donned a dis- guise, the four proceeded to Frye's ot- flce. It was early, and none of the other occupants on that floor had ar- rived. Uncle Terry knocked at Frye's door, but no one answered. He knock- ed again; still no answer. He tried the door; it was locked. Then he knocked harder; no reply. Then he stepped back to where the others were waiting. “Thar’s nobody in thar," he whispered, CHAPTER XXXI. H Lg. Grasping the knob, the oflicer threw, his weight against the door, and it gave way. A cry of surprise escaped him. Frye was sitting in his chair, with head thrown back, staring at the ceil- ing and with mouth and eyes wide open. The room was stifling with gas, and the officer opened the window. In doing so he noticed the two stopcock! were opened, and he turned them 01!. Then he returned to the hall. When the room was fit to breathe in again all four entered, and the officer laid hil hand upon Frye’s face. “Dead!" he exclaimed. - Albert noticed an envelope on Frye’l desk directed to Silas Terry. He quiet- ly put it in his pocket and joined with the rest in a search of the room. “It looks like a case of suicide," ob- served the ofllcer--“door locked, key- hole and cracks plugged, window shut and two gas burners open; sate un- locked and wide open, and here’s a till with money in it!” And mad he added, “In the name of the law I must close the door and noti- fy a coroner.” When Albert, with Uncle Terry and Frank, reached the office he drew the letter he had taken from Frye’s desk out of his pocket and handed it to Uncle Terry. “It was directed to you," he said, “and I thought best to bring it away." When the old man opened it be ex- claimed: “By the great eternal jumpln’ Jehosaphat, it here ain’t the hull 0' the things we want so had, an’ a letter to some furriners! Here, you read it, Mr. Page. The writin’s wussen crow tracks in the mud." The letter was as follows: Messrs. Thygeson Co., Stockholm: Gentlemenâ€"I have good and sumcient reason to believe an heir to the estate in your hands exists in the person of a young woman now living with one Silu Terry, a lighthouse keeper on Southport island, Maine, and known as Telly Terry. This person, when a babe. was saved from a wreck by this man Terry and by him cared for and brought up. A report of the wreck and the saving of one life (the child’s) was made at the time by thil man Terry and is now on file in “'ash- ington. As I am going away on a long journey, I turn this matter over to you for further investigation, and subscribo myself, respectfully yours. NICHOLAS FRYE. When Albert had finished reading the letter aloud be grasped Uncle Terry’s hand and exclaimed, “Take those valu- ables back with you, but leave me the letter, and I will attend to the rest!" Then he added, “You are my guest as long as you can stay in Boston." When, two days later, Uncle Terry was ready to depart Albert handed him a large package containing a silk dress pattern for Aunt Lissy, a woolen one for Mrs. Leach and a complete artist's outfit for Telly. “With these things,” he said, “go my best regards for those they are for, and among them are the photographs of two sketches I made when I was with you that I want you to__ask Miss Telly to paint for me.” When Telly opened her package she found two sketches of herself, one leaning against a rock with her face resting on her hand, the other sitting beside a flower decked boat with a broad sun hat in her lap. X a letter which Frank wrote to Alice soon after his re- turn to Boston be said: “My mother and, in fact, all my peop‘e seem to think So much more of me 8 nce I have set about fitting my- self for a profession. Father says be ‘u n-A---‘- -- ,__â€" wwdv "v is growing proud of me, and that pleases me best of all, for he is and always has been my best friend. 0! «course I think the world of Blanch, and she seems to think I am the best fellow in the world. Little do any Of them know that it is you for whom I prize. How many times I rectll ovary moment of that one short boat out!» CHAPTER XXXII. p," Albert W561 There was no IMPLEMENTS Frost The Sherlock Olgans. :msm-z: Sewing Mac Melons Separators. TheBi Pure wool bhnkets 64x84 " 66x84 “'hite and are 1‘.‘ size. . .. . “H m For which we wi? the “highest prio CASH or 'l‘RAI )E DURHAM. . CAMPBELL. hOQIthful ma ever find ”'1‘ We turn 0‘1 whether it'.~ “(I give 80‘ 1T Ilc Sells (,‘l Blankets. Tweeds. Funnels. Groceril Dry Goods always 0: Custom Carding am in; “tended to 0 notice. This Seam: S. SCOT mt WOO of ‘all kinds Fanm, the 11 the Daily. CALDER BI We Want DURHAM, ON mg rte! AGENCX Tl” .St Illllelt 6! fix!“ U8