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Flannels, Yarns, Tweeds, Ready-made Clothing, Prints. Cottons. Flannelettes. Men’s Hats, Caps, Boys’ Hats. Caps, Underwear, Fresh Gro- ceries of all kinds, etc. Banking: business trans- ».fta ignucd and coilections all points. Deposits re- interest allowed at our rwn: rates. owed on Savings Bank de- 1 am‘: upwards. Prompt :ld every facility afforded iivin; at. a distance. :‘x VING PRICES CU'I a bins: Ciass Hears: a in cmmection. Em 11;: a s;w-.-cizxity. m8? fi‘flflu a “(ammum agflh e mfl «Hub \."| -- .... -- nmmmnmamxg 0M. “_, -- Call and examine the goods and find out prices ., SCOTT’S. The Harnessmaker B: *1 ATâ€" DURH “-z', 05"! . ONTARIO. “Ont!" interrupted Cigarette before his phrase was one-third finished. “The stalled mare will not go with the wild coursers. An aristocrat may live with us. imt he will always cling to his old order. This is the story that runs with the roses. Milatli was languidly insoâ€" lent over some ivory chessmen. and Corporal Victor thought it divine be- cause languor and insolence are the twin gods of the noblesse. Miladi. knowing no gods but those two. wor- ships then) and sends to the soldiers of France. as the sort of sacrifice her gods love. fruits and wines that day after : day are set on her table to he touched. f it’ tasted at all, with a buttet'tly‘s sip. ; and Corporal Victor finds this a char- ' ity sublimeâ€"to give what costs noth- ing and scatter a few crumbs out from the profusion of a life of waste and in- dulgence! And I say that it’ my chil- i dren are of my fashion of th‘niiing gthey will choke like dogs dying of j thirst rather than slake their throats with aims cast to them as if they were beggars!” With which Cigarette lit her pipe and hurried away. Her wrath was hot and her heart heavy within her. She had given up her whole fete day to wait on the anguish and to soothe the solitude of his friend lying dying there. and her ' r.-~.vard hilt] been to hear him speak of this aristocrats donations. that cost her nothing hut the trouble of a few ‘.‘.'t:i‘t'..~' of eemmand to her household, as ii-s.‘.""'.i mm: were the saintly charities f.- . these roses '2" “None.” said Cecil. with the same in- flection of annoyance in his voice. “None whatever. A generous thought- fulness for our common necessities as soldiers”â€" "She? ”Who? What story goes with "3.12. n n 30 ran: in: Mt} lit: )0 one . :s wmth a sttx my. 1 painted lu-r j.'e‘::l'r~' :1;‘.‘a~ 'ilm'v “as not :1 pic- tul'v ii: iii:- t‘;::tr;: ”HIT. Willivr that W118 st ltf'izi “1:0 It. 1291' {mum-2' "011.8118 \‘sill 41'.“ ! dare sav, so: :19 might day or mmtmt at tho lit-.111 at a regiment. with St'llii’ {UN}; mate bah'w Iuruvd by thi- \:.l:;. of lit-r viizu'ge and the sight ct 31.0t010 tricolor uplwlti in her little immls. 'i‘ha is what Cigarette hopes tm- Wliv not? There will alv'nvs be a m iiiiun ot‘ cmnmmipl ice women neatly to km}: 1m the decorous trai Iiiitms 0f tlwir mat and sit in safety over their tip-iii}: -s is}: the side of their hem-Ills. ()zw litilv lionvss inc-re and there in :1 Lawn-mum: minim? «10 ovvrmncl) harm.” (‘iwil was silent. C'garotte was (-‘::1H;:i:::: nowâ€" :1 fairy story set into lit-Ever um. inn. a fantastic little fire- mini; «:31: a; :m i-xtmvugnnza. with the .0 ‘5. O .0 o 3;?“ o 0 ° 0 03"“ , J!» 0.5:... ~ 0 o I a -. ' O .. :::€. 0 O 0.. . c . 0' ff- ... o. ‘33: . O... C O o...%' o o .00. . o. o o .o_o° no 0 o 0.. 0‘. 11‘. 1111111111‘; :1 of a boy 1131101111111 and the \\'E(11;11f.:' 1121 ("1‘11”11 (I of :1 girl's 1111322322 mt \\ 11911 1111s math that made it all fair 511011111 ‘1110 passed when 1110113 511012111 be let It '111 its stead onlv Shame- lessnuss. 1111111111001]. 110-. w 0:111111‘551 those who found the [1111131251 jest in her now would be the filSt to cast aside with an oath the charred. wrecked rocket stick of a life from which no golden. care-11.13:: stream of many colored tires of coqaette caprices ould rise and enchant them then. » .uo' '- 3'... 00%.. “Who is it that sent these?" asked Leon Ramon later on as his hands still wandered among the flowers. For the moment ne was at peace; the ice and the hours of quietude had calmed him. Cecil told him again. “What does Cigarette know of her?" he pursued. “Nothing, except, I believe, she knew that Mme. Corona accepted my chess carvings.” “Ah, I thought the little one was jeal- ous. Victor.” “Jealous? Pshaw! Of whom '2” “Of any one you admire. especially of this grande dame.” “Absurd,” said Cecil, with a sense of annoyance. “Cigarette is far too hold a little trooper to have any thoughts of those follies. and as for this grande dame, as you call her, I shall in every likelihood never see her again unless when the word is given to ‘carry swords’ or ‘lances’ at the general’s sa- lute, where she reins her horse beside 1!. le Marechal’s at a review, as I have done this morning.” a The keen ear of the sick man caught gthe inflection of an impatience, of a i mortificaxion, in the tone that the speaker himself was unconscious of. “Cigarette is right.” said Ramon, with a slight sméle. “Your heart is with your old order. Well, keep your his- tory as you have always done, if you will. What my friend was matters nothing. I know well what he 95 and how true a friend. As for miladi, she will be best out of your path, Victor. Women! God, they are so fatal! Do you know what brought me here? No? As little as I know what brought you. though we have been close comrades all these years. Well, it was she! I :zzzgrcl from 119mm]. In that ctzv MHZ“! haw shot him dead Emu-mt :1 .~:m-z:zxd'st thou- ('1 1t. :1‘.';- \‘l'flN! he? \iétor. said t::I :: :25~ sin“ \“‘;5 h .I to Sight 12-» ~21 m: .0; the gm t desolate 17021:): 1;?! n". how. ” an- ::=;»::ssib‘. e to 101- o':' muwmd ca- . . 1'. a «tumm. a d i.:-;mt::. a mischiev- \' 5:: -.~m_- to treat su' J1} was an artist. I had no money. 1 had few friends. but 1 had youth. 1 had ambition. I had. i think. genius till she killed it. I loved my art with a great love. and I was happy. Happy-until she looked at me.” he pursued. wlxih - his voice grew in {ex erish hastn owr the words. “Why would she not let me he? She had them all in 1:»: mm- en nets-nobles and princes and poets- and soldiers: she swept them in far and wide. She had her empire. Why must she seek out :1 man v. ho h ul but his .1rt and his youth and steal these: it was the first ,en: 1 ton:- ' ml triumph that I saw her. They begun for the first time to speak of me. it was the little painting of Cigarette, as 11 rhild of the a1'1n5't ha did it. .111. God. I thought n15 self already so fa- mous! Well she sent for me to take her picture. and I went. I went. and I painted her as Cleo11atraâ€" â€"b5' her 5511111 A11 it was a face for Cleopatra the e5' es that burn your youth dead. the lips that kissyyour honor 11111: 11' Through month on month 1115' picture grew. and my pass1on grew with it. fanned 115' her hand. She knew that 11(15'11' would 11 1111111 paint her beauty like one who gave his soul 101' the pr ('11 of success. Then came 1115' reâ€" 55"11'11. "5 11'3“ the picture was do: 111, her f111115 11.111 <.'l1:‘11‘1;1.1l. A llght SC‘Ulll. a card ess 'lau:.1.'l1. 11 touch of her fan on n15 cheek. Could I not und1‘1rstand’.’ \\ .111 I still such a child? Must I be broken more harsaly in to learn to give place? Th1 t was all. and at last her lackey pushed me back 511th his 55'1111d from her gates! She had killed me. She had struck my genius dead. \‘5'111t of that? She had her beauty eternal in the picture she needed and the whole city rang with her 105 (.1-inees as they looked on 1115' work. I ha5e never painted a;_. 11in. I came here. What of that? An artist the less, then. the world did not ca are. A life the less soon, she 55' ill not care either!” Then as the words ended a great wave of blood beat hack his breath and burst from the pent up torture of his. striving lungs and stained red the dark and silken masses of his beard. His comrade held him upward in his arms and shouted loud for help. The great luminous eyes of the French soldier looked up at him through their mist with the deep. fond gratitude that beams in the eyes of a dog as it drops down to die. knowing one touch and one voice to the last. “You (lo-not forsake,” he murmured hrokenly. while his voice ehbcd faint- ly away as tho strcam of his lifo flowed faster and faster out. “It is over now -â€"so host! If only I could have seen Franco once moroâ€"Frnncflâ€" 'l‘hcn a deep sigh quivcz'cd through his lips. his hand strove to close on tho hand of his COHH'fldO. and his head foil. resting on tiu- tinshcd blossoms of the rose-- buds of Provence. He was dead. An hour later Cecil left the hospital. ‘ seeing and hearing: nothing of the gay 3 riot of the town about him. though the folds of many colored silk and hunting fluttered across the narrow Moorish streets. and the whole of the populace was s1 'arming through them with the vivacious enjoyment of Paris mingling with the stately picturesque life of Arab habit and custom. In Leon Ra- mon he had found a man whom he. had loved and who had loved him. And now that the one lay dead a l11avy. weary sense of loneliness rested on the other. Passing one of the cafes. :1 fa- vorite resort of the 013m 11‘s 01’ his own regiment. he saw Cigarette. Her tunic kirt w as f all of bonhons and crackers that she was flinging down among the icrowd while she sang. stopping every now and then to exchange some pas- sage of Wit With them that made her hearers scream with laughter. while behind her was a throne: of voung of- ficers drinkiw champagne. eating ices and smoking. echoing her songs and her satize. Wiiii tsliiiiiisinsiie \uit'e‘s : -nd stamps of their s11 ll‘l‘t‘tl l; out heels. .18 he glanced upward she looked liter- allv in a blaze of lllXuUl 111w. and the wild. mellow tones of her \oice rinsing out Sounded like a macho of that dy- ing bed. beside which they had both so late stood together. "She has the playfulness of the young leopard. and the cruelty,” he thought, with a sense of disgust. for- getting that she did not know what he knew and that if Cigarette had waited to laugh until death had passed by she would have never laughed all her life through in the battalions of Africa. She saw him as he went beneath her balcony. and she sang all the louder, she flung her sweetmeat mis- siles with the reckless force of a Roman carnivalist. she launched bolts of tenfold more audacious raillery at the delighted mob below. Cigarette was a good soldier when she was wounded: she wound her scarf round the nerve that ached and only laughed 'the gayer. And he did her that injustice which the best among us are apt to do to those whom we do not feel interest enough in to study with that closeness which can alone give comprehension of the intricate and complex rebus, so faintly sketched, so marvelously in- volved, of human nature. He ihought her a little .leopard in her vivacious‘ play and her inborn By. “ OUIDA ” blooamlrsuness. Well. the Iitti_e_leop enough that evening. Algiers was en fete. and Cigarette was sparkling over the whole of the town like a hamming bird or a fireflyâ€"here. there and every- where. She played through more than half the night the agile, bounding, graceful play of the young leopard to which he had likened her and with a quick punishment from her velvet sheathed talons if any durst ofl’end her. Then when the dawn was nigh. leopardlike. the little one sought her “The chateau of Cigarette" was a standing Jest of the army. for none was ever allowed to follow her thither or to behold the interior of her fortress, and one ovel'venturous spams. scaling the ramparts. had been rewarded with so hot a deluge of lentil soup from a boiling casserole poured on his head from above that he had beaten a hasty and ignomiuicus retreat. “The chateau of Cigarette" was neither more nor less than a couple of garrets high in the air in an old Moorish house in an old Moorish court. decayed. silent. poverty struck. Up a long and winding rick- ety stair Cigarette approached her ms- the and 11101111! 1191‘ (100?. There was a dim oil \\ 11L 1111111ng The garret was large and as clean as a palace could be. Its occupants weie various and all sound asleep except one who. rough and hard and small and three legged. limped up to her and rubbed a little bullet head against her lovingly. “Bouffariclz. little Bouffarick." re- ‘ turned Cigarette caressingly in a whis- ; per, and Bonil‘arick. content, limped back to a nest of hay, being a little wiry dog that had lost a leg in one of the famous battles of Oran and lain in its dead master's breast throng three days and nights on the field. Cigarette, shading the lamp with one hand, glanc- ed round on her family. They had all histories-histories in the French army, which was the only history she consid- ered of any import to the universe. There was a raven perched high. by name Vole-qui-Yettt. He was a noted character among the zoaaves and had made many a campaign ridind on his owner's bayonet. He loved a combat and was specially famed for screaming “Tue, tue. tne‘.” all over a battlefield. Cigu'rcuc glanced round on her family. Ho was very gray now. and the anmvv's hmws haul long hioachcd on the migv 0f the dvsm't. 'l'lwru was :1 big white cat curled in a bull 11:31 had been the darling of :1 , To st0p the continued loss of flesh they need Scott’s Emulsion. For the feeling of weakness they need Scott’s Emulsion. The walking sick, What a crowd of them there are: Persons who are thin and weak but not sick enough to go to bed. “Chronic cases" that’s what the doctors call them, which in Common English meansâ€"long sickness. It makes new flesh and gives new life ’to the weak system. 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. Scott’s Emulsion can be taken as long as sickness lasts and do good all the time. There’s new strength and flesh in every dose. “’6 will be glad cc..â€" %’# to send you a few doses free. M3; aft; Be sure that this picture in the form ofn label I; 09 the 5C0" - BOWNE. vâ€"Hap r of every Emumop you buy. Chemists, Toronto, Ontario. guide ”a! Tringlb and had traveled all over north Africa on the top of his mule’s back seven seasons through. In the eighth the Trlnglo was picked at by a flying shot. There were little Bouflarick and three other brother dogs of equal celebrity, one in especial, that had been brought from Chalons, in defiance of the regula- tions. inside the drum of his regiment and had been wounde‘d a dozen times. always seeking the hottest heat of the skirmish. And there was. besides these, sleeping serenely on a straw palliasse. a very old man with a snowy beard and a head fit for lerome to give to an Abraham. . A very old mam-one who had been a conscript in tlzz‘ hands of young France and marched from his Pyre- neau village to the battle tramp of the “Mnrseillaise” ant‘ charged with the children of Paris : ross the plains of Genxappes, who lul known the pas- sage of the Alps .nd lifted the long curls.- from the dtml brow of Desaix gt;- lgrengo anduse-t-zz in the‘sultrv noon- day dust of a; glorious summer the guard march into l‘aris, while the peo- ple laughed and wept with joy, surg- ing like the mighty sea around one pole, frail form, so young by years, so absolute by genius. A very old man, long broken with poverty, with pain, with bereavement, with extreme old age, alone save for the little Friend of the Flag. who for four years had kept him on the pro- ceeds of her wine trade in this Moorish attic. tending him herseif when in town. taking heed that he should want for nothing when she was campaign- ing. in her sight the survivor of the army of italy was sacred; sacred the eyes which. when full of light, had seen the sun glitter on the breastplates of the lzussars of Murat, the dragoons ot’ Keilerman, the cui°assiers of Mil- hnad; sacred the hand which, when mrvons with youth. had borne the standard of the republic victorious against the gathered Teuton in the 'lihermopyhe of Champagne; sacred the ‘:ll‘S which. when quick to hear, had heard the thunder of Arcola. of Lodi, of Iiivoli and, above even the tempest of war, the clear voice of Napoleon. igmmto had a religion (:1 her own and 101“)“. 9d it mow closeiy than most (ficiples Ioliow other creeds. CHAPTER X. ' ARLY that 11 min: when the ' snowy cloud of pigeons was circling down to take its daily 1111115 from Cigarette where her hri ght 111033n face looked out from the 1:1ttice hole (X1111. with some of the rough 1111111115 01 his regiment. was sent far 11110 the interior to 13111 ng in a string of colts. bought of a friendly desert t1ihe and destined to be shipped to l‘1a11ce. for the Imperial Hams. The mission took 1330 (1113s Earl3 on the third 11:13‘ tl113‘retu1ned with he string of 331111 301mg ho1ses, that it had taken not a little xertion and address to 1o1111uct successfully through the country into Algiers. C1111.- teauroy was himself ureseut 31111111 the colts 33"11111 taken into the stahle 31111.11 and himself inquired. Without the 11111- 11111111 of any third person. the whole details of the sale and of the transit. It was impossible. with all his 1111-111111- tion. to 111111 111131 fault either 331111 the execution of the errand or 31:3111 the brief. respectful ans“ ers 113‘ 33‘11 11.11 the cornora I replied to his rapid. 1nd 1111- 11111510113 moss questioninqs: hence the inspection passed off peaceably. AS- the r11'a11'111is turned on his heel. how- e3‘ e11, he paused a moment. “Victor!” “M3 commander?” “I have not forgotten your insolence with those i3‘or3‘ toys. but the 111111- cess her ' e'lf has 111111111011 to solicit that it shall he passed over 1111111111sl11111 Size owner. of course. 3iel1l to 311111 1111- pertinent 11.11111est to remain aiso un- Cecil put. out his hand. He expected to receive a heavy blow from his com- : mnnder's saber that possibly might abreak the wrist. These little rifles 5 were common in Africa. paid for than. 1 charged mysvlf with the fulfillment of law Wishes. Yufi (20- serve the lash. but sineo milm‘li hem-{1' is lenient enough to pardon you :mn are to take this instead. Hold your hand. sir!” Instead a handful of napoleons wm laid on his open palm. Chaumaz, knew the gold would sting more than the blow. For the moment Cecil had but one im. pulseâ€"to dash the pieces in tho giwr'r ) face. In time to restrain the izzigmlrzv he caught sight of the wild. eager 11;:- tretl gleaming in the eyes of Rake. of Petit Picpon. ora score of others who loved him and mused their colonel: ml “(mid at one signal from him haw sheathed their swords in the mighty frame of the marquis, though thvv should have been shot down the next moment themselves for the murder. The warning of Cigarette came to his memory. His hand clasped the gold. He gave the salute calmly- as Ci mean- roy swung himself away. and. his hour of libe tv being come. he went sum 13‘ out of the great court. with the h: 1nd ml of napoleons thrust in the fold .a of his sash. ‘Rather unconsciously than by pro- meditation his stops turned tin-maxi; the streets that led to his old {unziiirz‘ lxaunt. the As du Pique, and. dropping: down on a bench under the awning. he asked for a draft of water. It was brought him at once, the hostess. a quick. brown, little woman from Paris. whom the lovers of Eugene Sue called Rigolette, adding of her own accord a lump of ice and a slice or two of lemon. for which she viva ciously refused pay ment. though generosity was by no ,means her cardinal virtue. He did not look at the newspapers she offered him. but sat gazing out from the tawny awning. like the sail of a Neapolitan telnet-a. down the checkered shadOtvs little. crooked. rambling. semibagbaric alley. He was thinking of the nano- Poor man! He can’t heIp it He ts bilious. He needs a cogeliver pillâ€"Ayer’s Pills. hey act directly on the liver, cure biliousness. {023m leans in his sash and M the promise he had plodgod to Cigmettz . That he would lump it he was rPsu. .ed. Yet a. wearincss. a bitterness. lw had never known in thv excito-nwnt of active serviw (3 mp on him. brought by this sting ot insult from the fair hand of an aristocrat. There was absolutely no hope pos- sible in his future. The uttermost that could ever come to him would be a grade something higher in the army that now enrolled himâ€"the gift of the cross or a post in the bureau. A1- gerine warfare was not like the cam- paign of the armies of Italy or the Rhine. and there was no Napoleon here to discern with unerring omnis- cience a leader’s genius under the uni- form of a common trooper. The heavy folds of a Bedouin’s haik. brushing the papers ofl the bench. broke the thread of his musings. As he stooped for them, he saw that one was an English journal some weeks old.. His own name caught his eveâ€"the name buried so utterly, whose utterance in the sheik’s tent had struck him like a dag- ger’s thrust: Want your moustache or beard? ;a beautiful brown or rich black ? Use BUBKINGHAM’S DYE We regret to learn that the Right Hon. Viscount Royallieu, who so lately succeeded to the family title on his father's death, has expired at Men- tone, whither his health had induced him to go some months previous. The late lord was unmar- ried. His next brother was, it will be remem- bered, many years ago killed on a southern rail- way. The title, therefore, now falls to the third and only remaining son. the Hon. Berkeley Cecil, who, having lately inherited considerable prop- erties from a distant relative, will, we believe, revive all the old glories of this peerage. which have, from a variety of causes, lost somewhat of their ancient hrilliancy. Cecil sat quite still, as he had sat looking down on the record of his father's death when Cigarette had rallied him with her gay challenge among the Moresco ruins. His face flushed hotly under the warm golden hue of the desert bronze, then lost all color as suddenly, till it was as pale as any of the ivory he carved. He. He laid on the table the gold. 3. common soldier in the Algerian cav- alry. knew that by every law of birth- right he was now :t peer of England. The vagahond throngs â€" Moorish. Frank. negro. (felonwpaused as. they pttshed their way over the uneven road and stared at him vacztntly where he stood. There was something in his attitude. in his look. which swept over them. seeing: none of them. in the water lifting of his head. ill the excited tire in his eyes. that arrested all. from the dtzlft‘rtt muleieer til-adding on with his string: of patient hensts to the most vol- atile French girl 2:} tighing on her way. He did not note them, hear them. think of them. He remembered noth- ing: save that he. and he alone. was the rightful lord ot’ Royallieu. Holding the journal clinched close in his hand. he went swiftly through the masses of the people out and away, he little not- ed where. till he had forced his road beyond the gates. beyond the town. be- yond all reach of its dust and its hab- hle and its (list-0rd. and was alone in the farther outskirts. Reaching the heights. he stood still involuntarily and looked down once more on the words that: told him of his birthright. He was Viscount Royal- lieu as surely as any of his fathers had been so before him and was dead for- ever in the world's belief. He must live and grow old and perish by shot or steel. by sickness or by age. with his name and his rights buried and his years passed as a private soldier of France. There was a passionate re volt. a bitter heartsickness on him. All the old freedom and peace and lux- ury and pleasure of the life he had left so long allured him with a. terrible temptation. The honors of the rank that he should now ha ve filled were not what he remembered. What he longed for with an agonized desire was to stand once more stainless among his equals. to reach once more the liberty of unchallenged, unfettered life. to re- turnonce more to those who held him but as a dishonored memory, as one whom violent death had well snatched from the shame of a criminal career. “But who would betieve me now?" he thought. “Besides. this makes no difference. If three words spokén Would reinstatv :-:o. I could not speak them at that c‘cst. The beginning per- haps was folly. but for sheer vjusticef Let him enjoy it. God knows it an: :6 him it.” ' ' THE ROYALLIEU SUCCESSION. I'OSS.’ ‘3- Quit 00: XML [L