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Toronto xt to Swallow s PIRIDEXCEâ€"Next J ‘ Lawrence’s «mi in past years ‘l‘he trustees are ml? _v and spare no richers and pupils 1gp fur the pro- xd :urunistion of bes, and bl? ck rd people. ONTARIO J. F. GRANT, Secretarv t0! hug his tdvance AND gFflRNITURE gUNDERTAKlNG g SOLDIERS ARE NEEDING more Zen-But. They are asking for it in their letters home. They say that nothing takes the place at Zam-Buk for cute, burns. blisters. sores, etc. Pte. I. R. Smith of the “Princess Pate." writes: “Tell my friends, it they want to help me, to send some Zam-Buk. ’We find it very useful indeed, and we can’t get too much of it." - r Trains leave Durham at 7.0.) mun, and 3.45 p.m. Trains armve at, Durham at, 11.2 m. m. 2.30 p. m.. and 8. 45 p.111. EVERY DAY EXCEPT SUNDAY G. '1‘. 36*“. U. E. Hurping. Canadian Pacific Railway Time Table Pte. Johnson, writing home, says: “ Mrs. â€"â€" has offered to send me a rug. Ask her to send some Zam- Buk instead. It will be of more use here than all the rugs in creation.” Trains will arrive and dep lows, until urther noticezu 'Nothing ends pain and heals so quickly as Zam-Buk, and being germicidal, if gppliep to a wound as soon as sustained, prevents all danger of blood-poisoning. The so]. dier who carries a box of Zam-Buk in his pocket will be saved much needless suffering. Don’t let your friends go without. "111* _d1:uggists, or Zam-Buk Co. Toronto, 50c. box, 3 for $1.25. O7 “ Pricev 1'“ Ghn 9.‘ 12. EMMIZI 9.38 12 21 “ McWi' 9.50 12.33 “ Durhu 10.04 12.47 “ Allan 1 10.14 12.57 “ Hnnnv 16.22 1.05 .. Maple 1H.3.') 1.20 .. \Valk: R. MACFARLANE. RM â€"â€".'"-"‘ A Pugnm “though the “M98 coach w husbad 1'9,qume be standq very high Indeed m m \â€" denera. and women who DID-03 m beda in their back Mu. m 38 feaerea Dy awn aw W. and swine“ winced w w. In the pm when the horse” stamps about. w Effective August 1513,1916 the prices of F 0rd Cars \\ 111 be as follows: .35 Lv. Toronto Un. 8.10 Lv. Toronto N. 9.13 11.5.5 Ar. Saugeen J. PAGE 31!. Ford Car Prices These prices are guaran- teed against reduxmun b fore August 1. 1917, but not agamst advance. C. Smith 6: Sons at the rear of the f1fi°niture shovir room and is prepared to do all kinds of tinsmithing. Undertaking receives special attention Rugs, ()ilclotha Window Shades Lace Curtains and all Household Furnishings TINSMITHWIG 311'. M. Kress has opened a. shop Grand Trunk Raéiway TIME-TABLE EDWARD KRESS P. Agent, D.P. Ag Montreal. Tm J. TOVVNER. DJDUL Agent VV. CALDER, Town Agpnt‘ M, and swtttest m w Oâ€"‘I-‘HHHHpv drugyzwww. gow+ww~c3 JUI‘I‘IWH*I*I' ‘6 66 5‘ 6. ‘6 6‘ 6‘ t Pricevmp Glen ‘ McWillimns Dmmtu All m P: H k Hannvw- ‘ 'Maplv Hi2! ' \Valk n-Hm D. P. Agwnt, T! H“ m [0. ‘ ' 8.43 3.23 I P) 3") 23.10 To Wn Agent A. M .XI'. 11.3.3 art. 4.9 l . DO 8.10 t0]- George Barr Mc Cuteheon "No, it is not Matilde who confronts you now, but one who would not spare you as she did up to the hour of her death. You are quite safe from ghosts from this hour on, my friend. You will never see Matilde again, though you look into my eyes till the end of time. Frederic may see, may feel the spirit of his mother, but youâ€"ah, no! You have seen the last of her. Her blood is in my veins, her wrongs are in my heart. It was she with whom you fell in love and it was she you married six months ago, but now the curtain is lifted. Don’t you know me now, James? Can your memory carry you back twenty-three years and deliver you from doubt and perplexity? Look closely, I say. I was six years old then andâ€"” Brood was glaring at her as one stupefied. Suddenly he cried out in a. loud voice: “Heaven help me, you areâ€"you are the little sister? The ittle Therese?” She was standing now, leaning far over the table, for he had shrunk down into his chair. “The little Therese, yes! Now do you begin to see? Now do you begin to realize what I came here to do? Now do you know why I married you? Isn’t 1t clear to you? Well, I have tried to do all these things so that I might break your heart as you broke hers. I came to make you pay!” She was speaking rapidly, excitedly now. Her voice was high-pitched and unnatural. Her eyes seemed to be driving him deeper and deeper into the chair, forc- ‘ ing him down as though with a giant’s ! hand. “The little, timid, heart-broken ; Therese who would not speak to you, ‘ nor kiss you, nor say good-by to you when you took her darling sister away from the Bristol in the Kartnerring more than twenty years ago. Ah, how I loved herâ€"how I loved her! And how I hated you for taking her away from me. Shall I ever forget that wed- ding night? Shall I ever forget the grief, the loneliness, the hatred that dwelt in my poor little heart that night? Everyone was happyâ€"the whole world was happYâ€"but was I? I was crushed with grief. You were taking her away across the awful sea â€"and you were to make her happy, so they saidâ€"aiâ€"e, so said my beloved, joyous sister. You stood before the altar in St. Stephen’s with her and promisedâ€"promisedâ€"promised every- .thing. I heard you. I sat with my ’, mother and turned to ice, but I heard y.ou All Vienna, all Budapest said that you promised naught but happiness to each other. She was tw enty-one. She was lovelyâ€"ah, far lovelier than that wretched photograph lying there in front of you. It was made when she was eighteen. She did not write those words on the back of the card. I wrote themâ€"not more than a month ago, be- fore I gave it to Frederic. To this ’ house she came twenty-three years. 1 ago. You brought her here, the happi- est girl in all the world. How did you 1 send her away? How?” * He stirred in the chair. A spasm of pain crossed his face. “And I was the happiest man in all the world,” he said hoarseiy. “You are forgetting one thing, Therese.” He fell into the way of calling her Therese as if he had known her by no other name. “Your sister was not content to preserve the happiness th atâ€"” “étop!” she commanded. “You are not to speak evil of her now. You will never think evil of her after what I am self. Somehow, I am glad that my pians have gone awry. It gives me the opportunity to see you curse yourself." 7â€"..L- vrllv_-â€"wâ€"v. -_ “Her sister!” uttered the man unhev lievingly. “I have married the child Therese. I have held her sister in my arms all these months and never knew. It is a. dream. â€" He struck the table violently with his fist. His eyes were blazing. “What manner of woman are you? What were you planning to do to that un- happy boyâ€"her son? Are you a. fiend O“ ovvâ€" vâ€"â€".â€"â€"-' what manner of woman I am.” she in- ; terrupted quietly. Sinking back in the chair she resumed the broken strain. all the time watching hlrs through half-closed eyes. “She died ten years . ago. Her boy was twelve years old.§ She never saw him after the night you 1 turned her away from this house. On 3 her deathbed, as she was releasing her i Bhtejfihdefiled 'soul to God’s keeping. she repeated to the priest who went through the uphecessary .tom .01. ab: “Ah, but you have felt even though K1 ISLE-11 Q C“ Q “t. a 'a\_‘ James. you Will knqw “Do You Remember When You Flu-:1 Saw Me, James Brood?" sowmg herâ€"she repeated her s'olemn declaration that she had never wronged you by thought or deed. I had always believed her, the holy priest believed her, God believed her. You would have believed her, too, James Brood. She was a good woman. Do you hear? And you put a curse upon her and irove her out into the night. That was not all. You persecuted her to the and of her unhappy life. You did that '20 my sister!” ‘I Was at the Edge of Oblivion More Than Once.” “Not because I loved youâ€"oh, no! She loved you to the day of her death, 1fter all the misery and suffering you iad heaped upon her. No woman ever endured the anguish that she suffered :hroughout those hungry years. You kept her child from her. You denied him to her, even though you denied him to yourself. Why did you keep him from her? She was his mother. She had borne him, he was all hers. But no! It was your revenge to de- prive her of the child she had brought into the world. You worked deliberate- ly in this plan to crush what little there was left in life for her. You kept him with you, though you branded hint with a name I cannot utter; you guard. ed him as if he were your most precious possession and not a curse tc your pride; you did this because you knew that you could drive the barl: more deeply into her tortured heart. You allowed her to die, after years 0! pleading, after years of vain endeavor, without one glimpse of her boy, with- out ever having heard the word mothei on his lips. That is what yOu did tc my sister. For twelve long years you gloated over her misery. Oh, God man, how I hated you when I marrie'i you!” She paused breathless. “And yet you married me,” he mut- ered thickly. “You are creating an excuse for you: devilish conduct,” he exclaimed harsh- ly. “You are like Matilde, false to the core. You married me for the luxury 1 could provide, notwithstanding the curse I had put upon your sister. I don’t believe a word of what you are saying toâ€"” "Don’ t you believe that I am her sis ter?” “Youâ€"yes, by heaven, I must believe that. Why have I been so blind? You are the little Therese, and you hated me in those other days. I remember well theâ€"" “A child’s despairing hatred because you were taking away the being she loved best of all. Will you believe me when I say that my hatred did not en- dure for long? When her happy, joy one letters came back to us filled with accounts of your goodness, your devo tion, Iâ€"I allowed my hatred to die. I forgot that you had robbed me. I came to look upon you as the fairy prince after all. It was not until she came all the way across the ocean and began to die before our eyesâ€"she was years in dyingâ€"it was not until then that I be gan to hate you with a real, undying hatred.” “And yet you gave yourself to me," he cried. “You put yourself in he: 'nlace. In heaven’s name. what was tc be gained by such an act as that?” ' “I wanted to take Matilde’s boy away from you,” she hurried on, and for the first time her eyes began to waver. “The idea suggested itself to me the night I met you at the comtesse’s din- ner. It was a wonderful, a tremendous thought that enteg'ed nix. brain. At Tn DURHAM CHRONICLE. nrsr my real self revolted, but as time went on the idea became an obsession. I married you, James Brood, for the sole purpose of hurting you in the worst possible way; by having Ma- tilde’s son strike you where the pain would be the greatest. Ah, you are thinking that I would have permitted mYself to have become his mistress. but you are mistaken. I am not that bad. I would not have damned his soul in that way. I would not have. betrayed my sister in that way. Far more subtle was my design. I confess that it was my plan to make him fall in love with me and in the end to run away with him, leaving you to think that the very worst had happened. But it would not have been as you think. He would have been protected, my friend, amply protected. Heâ€"â€"” “But you would have wrecked him-â€" don’t you see. that you would have wrecked the life you sought to protect? How utterly blind and unfeeling you were. You say that he was my son and Matilde’s, honestly born. What was your object, may I inquire. in striking me at such cost to him? You would have made a sooundrel of him for the sake of a personal vengeance. Are you forgetting that he regarded himself as my son ?” “No, I do not forget, James. There was but one‘way in which I could hope to steal him away from you, and Il went about it deliberately, with my eyes open. I came here to induce him to run away with me. I would have taken him back to his mother's home, to her grave, and there I would have told him what you did to her. If after hearing my story he elected to return to the man who had destroyed his mother, I should have stepped aside and offered no protest. But I would have taken him away from you in the manner that would have hurt you the worst. My sister was true to you. I would have been just as true, and after you had suffered the torments of hell, it was my plan to reveal everything to you. But you would have had your punishment by that time. When you were at the very end of your strength, when you tremble” on the edge of ob- livion, then i would have hunted you out and laughed at you and told you the truth. lrut you would have had years of anguishâ€"years, I say.” “I have already had years of agony, pray do not overlook that fact,” said he. “I suffered for twenty years. I was at the edge of oblivion more than once, if it is a pleasure for you to hear me say it, Therese.’ “It does not offset the pain that her suffering brought to me. It does not counter-balance the unhappiness you gave to her boy, nor the stigma you put upon him. I am glad that you suf- fered. It proves to me that you secret- ly considered yourself to be in the wrong. You doubted yourself. You were never sure, and yet you crushed the life out of her innocent. bleeding heart. You let her die without a word to show that youâ€"” “I was lost to the world for years,” he said. “There were many years when I was not in touch withâ€"" “But her letters must have reached you. She wrote a thousand ofâ€"” “They never reached me," he said significantly. “You ordered them destroyed?” she cried in sudden comprehension. “I must decline to answer that ques- tion.” Revenge Turned Bitter. She gave him a curious, incredulous smile, and then abruptly returned to her charge. “When my sister came home, degraded, I was nine years of age, but I was not so young that I did not know that a dreadful thinghad happened to her. She was blighted beyond all hope of recovery. It was to meâ€"little meâ€"that she told her story over and over again, and it was I to whom she read all of the pitiful let- ters she wrote to you. My father wanted to come to America to kill you. He did come later on, to plead with you and to kill you if you would not listen to him. But you had goneâ€"to Africa, they said. I could not under- stand why you would not give to her that little baby boy. He was hers and â€"” She stopped short in her recital and covered her eyes with her hands. He waited for her to go on, sitting as rigid as the image that faced him from beyond the table’s end. “Afterwards, my father and my uncle made every ef- fort to get the child away from you, but he was hiddenâ€"you know how ,carefully he was hidden so that she might never find him. For ten years they searched for himâ€"and you. For ten years she wrote to you, begging .you to let her have him, if only for a little while at a time. She promised to restore him to you. God bless her poor soul! You never replied. You scorned her. We were richâ€"very rich. But our money was of no help to us in the search for her boy. You had se- creted him too well. At last. one day, she told me what it was that you ac- cused her of doing. She told me about Guido Feverelli, her music-master. I knew him, James. Hehad known her from childhood. He was one of - the finest men I have ever seen." “Perhaps. Who knows? But it so, he never uttered so much as one word of love to her. He challenged you. Why did you refuse to fight him?” “Because she begged me not to kill him. Did she tell you that?” “Yes. But that was not the real :0 3911.11: was because you were not sure of your ground.” ; “I deny that!” ’ “Never mind. It is enough that poor Feverem passed out of her life. ShO' did not see him again until just before she died. He was a noble gentleman! He wrote but one letter thing. All-'1 was in love with her," grated CHAPTER XXI. um Writc‘fied «m 'iti flifi Honda; have it here in this packet.” She drew a package of papers from her bosom and laid it upon the table before him. There were a halt dozen letters tied together with a piece of white ribbon. “But one letter from him." she went on. “I have brought it here for You to read. But not now! There are other letters and documents here for you to consider. They are from the 81'3“- Ah, I do not wonder that you shrink and draw back from them. They con- vict you. James.” “Now I can see why you have taken up this fight against me. Youâ€"you know she was innocent,” he said in a low, unsteady voice. “And why I hsve hated you, aiâ€"e? But what you do not understand is how I could have brought myself to the point of loving you.” “Loving me! Good heaven, woman. what do you-â€"" "140th you in spite of myself,” she ; cried. beating upon the table with her hands. “I have tried to convince my- ‘ self that it was not I but the spirit of Matilde that had come to lodge in my treacherous body. I hated you for myself and I loved you for Matilde. She loved you to the end. She never hated you. That was it. The pure, deathless love of Matilde was constant- ly fighting against the hatred l bore for you. I believe as firmly as I be- lieve that I am alive that she has been near me all the time, battling against my insane desire for vengeance. You have only to recall to yourself the mo- ments when you were so vividly re- minded of Matilde Valeska. At those times I am sure that something of Ma- tilde was in me. I was not myself. You have looked into my eyes a thousand times with a question in your own. Your soul was striving to reach the soul of Matilde. Ah, all these months I have known that you loved Matildeâ€"â€" not me. You loved the Matilde that was in me. Youâ€"” . “I have thought of herâ€"always of henâ€"when you were in my arms.” “I know how well you loved her," she declared slowly. “I know that you 'went to her tomb long after her death was revealed to you. I know that years ago you made an effort to find Fever- ,9111. You found his grave,'too, and you could not ask him, man to man, if you had wronged her. But in spite of all that you brought up her boy to be sac- rificed asâ€"” “Iâ€"Iâ€"good God, am I to believe you? If he should be my son!” he cried, starting up, cold with dread. “He is your son. He could be no other man’s son. I have her dying word for it. She declared it in the presence of her God. Wait! Where are you going ?” “I am going down to him!” “Not yet, James. I have still more to say to youâ€"more to confess. Here! Take this package of letters. Read them as you sit beside his bedâ€"not his deathbed, for I shall restore him to health, never fear. If he were to die, I should curse myself to the end of time, for I and I alone would have been the cause. Here are her letters â€"â€"and the one Feverelli wrote to her. This is her deathbed letter to you. And this is a letter to her son and yours! You may some day read it to him. And hereâ€"this is a document requiring me to share my fortune with her son. It is a pledge that I took before my ta- Continued on page 7, szOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO 09000009000OQOOOOQOOOOOOOO O ‘ EEOzOzQQOOOOOQOOO EOOOOzOOzQzOOOOQQOOt E Opposite the 01d Stand Cheaper Than the Cheapest If possible I wish to dispose of my entire stock' before the end of the present year, and if prices at cost and below cost will move the buying public then our stock Will he sure to move. We are determined to get rid of it. so we advise you to see for yourself. The stock consists of Dry Goods including, fiannellets, blankets, woollen goods, men’s underwear. ladies under- wear. men’s pants and overalls, ginghams, muslins and ladies’ and gent’s sweaters. Call and get our Moving sale prices. There’s money in it for you. . Eggs and Butter taken as Cash. ALL' MUST BE SOLD S. SCOTT Geo. Wright, aged 50, was ar- rested at Windsor, charged with bizamY: _ __ c i v-_r_“_ Hon. Mr. Rogers promised a delegation of the Canadian Auto- mobile Association that he would support a transcontinental high- way. Grant’sAd. WE have received some nice Tweed and Sealette for Ladies also Raincoats in Tweed Will be pleased to have you Call and Inspect STAN FIELD’S Unshrinkable Underwear for Men for Women October 26, 1916. COATS Durham, Ontario