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Gillian has soon less than erer of him sinco her mother‘s death ; and so It has bsen with no pang of regret, or foeling of desolation, sho has lisâ€" tened when her father has announced to boer, about a month previously, his intention of joining a frend in a trip to the United States; to be abâ€" sent from England for about six months. His bealth has been far from good lately, he "wanted change and rousiag, and bracing up," he And (HMHan Deane, as lonely and friendess a girl as ever owned a dower of a hundred thousand pounds, feels that with the loss of that genâ€" tlo and bâ€"loved mother she has been «tterly orphaned. ic "Who is Captain Lacy ?" Gillian asked, rather coldly. Sh~ has taken a diIsliknâ€"one of hor vague, intangiâ€" ble distitkes to tirm very sound of bis sam~â€"like to romantic emotionâ€" al, senaltive little girl she is. ( Far too sonsitive, and tonderâ€"heartâ€" ad and trustful, poor little (GilMian, to be an heiross to~ a hundred thousâ€" wyl poumds, as the only ch‘l1 of a woa‘thy retired merchant and aldâ€" ma > n‘ the city of London. she | "Has but lain in the lilies ! And fed on the roses of life," | A tenderlyâ€"roared. petted. "m‘lkâ€" wh‘te" fawn of a girl. with innocent gazsellaâ€"lik~ eyo of . decpest. soltest brown. an \ the boauty and d V eacy of taes, feature ant comp‘ex‘ion which beton« te a dclisat»~ exotic. reared in hothouse lucury and with tender : eare and Induigene®. 1 And vet the childâ€"she looks INttle‘ wore, though she is over eightren | yenre of ageâ€"is gentle and lowiyâ€" / henrted: a ghy, lovin#, modest little | malden as evor shrank close to her | mother‘s protecting side. The proâ€" tecting side from which, alas, she has been severed more than a year An! somechow, from that . moâ€" ment, Gilliain Dean>, sensitive and temlerch artod, hias felt a sort of respectiul foar of Anois O Nell, and a gnue compa<s onat noss for s oâ€"meâ€" (ng which sho dimly feels is rough an | hiard in Annie O Neil‘s lot in life; a woman whose accents, languag> am| bearlag are thoso of a gentlie womaa as| whose position is that ow a menlal in a great lady‘s chamâ€" "L k»?* rep ats Miss O‘Nell. elevatâ€" Ing hor straight. fine black eyebrows with an air of contempt, which Gilâ€" Uan fanciog Is assume 1. "Like a wild sommon without any grass, and here amd thore square h>aps of hallâ€"dried mwdl, and syuare holes full of liquid mo!," she says, sodit ly, but hor thin red lips cur| bitterly. "At least that is exactiy how Captain _ Bingham Lacy describes it, Miss Deane. And #e Unpt Lacy had traveled half the world over, and seen everything worth seing. I beliove. he is quite capable of dAesoribing the turfâ€"bogs of poor Ireland, of course." "My name is Annic O‘Nell, _ Miss Deane, anm!l I am ons of Lady Daâ€" mer‘s waiting women." _ "I heard thors are m‘les and miles of bozs in Irclani," Gi.lian continues, with a gontle propitiatory smil» on ber fair, soft {face. "What is a bog lke, Miss O‘Neil ?" SBo younger girl n ver suspects the #eply to contain what it does, a tiwust of keenâ€"egded satire. "There are, roally, I aseuro you, a few tna isome old country houses in Ireâ€" laud. Places quite lit to live in,. you know. Just as some ol the scenery teâ€"yuite nice, I dare say you wiil consl ler it. Some visitors consider the lakeo and mountain actuallyâ€"raâ€" Maer f.ae. I hop : you will consijer it & too, Mss Deane." But the young woman herselfl, as gwhe pres ated hersell to Gillian Deane im her fathor‘s hous> in South Ken sington, had said, curtly and plainly : | MAPTER L "I euppose," tw.Lias says, thoughtâ€" Pally, ‘uuat there ars some hanu some beouses in ir.lanod? Mâ€"unt O4 sory, lor instance, my movher told m#e, Wwas qiuute a lins oll place ?" Bhe glances inquiringly â€" at hber ®mupauntoa as she speaks ; thâ€" young Fwoums who is stanâ€"ing beâ€"ide h r en e deck ol ths channei steamer. A poung woman in a thick, well» wore uister, and plain, biack, felt bnt, with a straight, slenuer figure rather above the middle height, with Romicacript {features and rather pai» MJ complâ€"xion, and the r. p.e sed air & one who is accustomed to ob y, kead "hear, see, and say noth.ng." Amnd yot, hor attitudo is scaroeiy de» ferential emoug,h for a waiting wo» eias, and is by no means fami.iar en>» ough lor a [friend. "Oh. yes." she savs answor‘nâ€" (iil» Thou;h Miss Deane, the young helrâ€" e#s, knows that her companion, who bas been her escort from London, is aenly in the position ol personal atâ€" Sendant on her, as she is on Lady Jdeannett> Damer, who is to be the bostess at Mount Ossâ€"ry. Lady Jeanâ€" bette h esell, Imdecd. in writ.ng ber graceful and cor al invitation, has @aldl, "I will send my dame de camâ€" pagnie, Miss O Neil, to escort you to lreland, My dear little cousin.". "Thoere aroe a great many bogs, are Â¥bere not ?" Gillian says _ rathor &imi liy. Sho is rather afraid of this plainty dressed young woman with tieo sarcastic voice and th> keenlyâ€" brilliant eyes which are generally so demurely downcast. (het "Uh, yes," she says, answor nz Gilâ€" Nan, and speaking s» composeily, and with such apparent gooi faith that The Coming of Gillian: i Woirs bivea s B e t 24444 4t 4t t e 444444444444 444444 444¢44+ 44428 , dear Mrs. Grundy, for your advice about 40+ MONSOON TEA I have tried it and must say it is most delicious. My ow says that breakfast is something to look forward to. A Pretty Irish Romance. i t P & 4 9 4 § 4 4 § 4 4 3 o o o o o fe o e e ife e e Fe o AFe Te Afe e Bele fe fe ce 3 "ANo, lodeed," Gillian _ answers, | with a shiver, as she looks | across the deep, wide waters | of the river, and sgsees the rickety | dockyard building, the crooked, redâ€" | tiled roofs, sunken with age, the diiâ€" apidated sheds, the rotiing boatâ€" ‘ timbers, that so disfigure the ap ‘ proach to the quaint, ancient town, with its splendid quay, its gray Danâ€" | ish tower, and its oldâ€"world look, risâ€" | ing Fteeply up to the gray, old, miliâ€" tary barracks on the top of the hill | on one side of the river, and on the | other the green mealliowâ€"lands, the | wooded heights, and the vilas and ‘{armhouses nestling here and there | amongst the fuliâ€"leaved choestout ! treeg. "It looks most miserable and ‘ foriora," the girl says, with another | shiver. "Are all the towns in Ireland i like this ?" A *No, indoâ€"d," Miss O Nei! says, showâ€" ing the edge of her teeth in a voiceâ€" leas laugh, "There aro {ew of them as She asks the quostlion wilh someâ€" thing like a malc ous smile on hber thin, satirical 1ps, and she â€" sees the look of dismay deepening in Gilian‘s big, dark eyes, and the white, wan little face that peers out of the splendid sealskins and saâ€" bles in which the girlksh heiress is mufflied. "The man talks as i{f I were the guardian angel of all the noble house of Deane," she says, scorn{ully, "and I never even saw him in my life, and know nothing of him except that Mr. Damer‘s cousin marriecd a person culled Deaneâ€"a rich grocer, or talâ€" low merchant or something of that kind in London, some twenty years ago. And the man knows nothing of meâ€"absolutely nothing, thank Heaâ€" ven! How should he?t Iam as poor as a church mouse, I know, but I have never stooped to ‘shoddy,‘ yet, as you say, Bingham, in your slang." "And yet you want me to stoop to ‘shoddy,‘" Bingham says, shortly. "‘That is an entirely dilferent matâ€" ter !" her ladyship retorts, both eharply and shortly. "Oh! That was why my mother did not know him!" Gillan says, thoughtfuily. "Is he an officer in the army ?" But this conversation has taken place on the day before Gillian‘s arâ€" rival, and the name which arouses a curious antagonistic feeling in her nature she hears for the very first time in Miss O‘Ncii‘s speech about the bogs of Ireland. "I never heard mother speak of him," she says, knitting bher del.cate bazel brows, "aithough she often told me of Mr. Damer, and Lady Jeannette, and Mount Ossory, and the ‘mceets‘ and the hunting breakâ€" fast when she was a girl, and visâ€" lted at Mount Ossory. Who is Capt. Bingham Lacy ?" *"Yes," Miss O‘Neil answers, more briefly and coldly, and _ turning aside as if to end tho conversation. "We are aimost in, Miss Deane. Ballyford does not look imposing from the river, does it ?" "HMe is Lady Damer‘s noephew," Miss O‘Neil answers, colidiy and briefly ; "her sister‘s son. Lady Louise married Colonel Lacy more than thirty years ago, I believe, and the boy, though not born in India, was only sent home when he was ten years old." And the _ exâ€"alderman, delighted beyoud measure, has promptly and most _ gratefullyâ€"with _ overâ€"lavish thanks and _ compliments, indeedâ€" accepted the Invitation for his daughter, and entreated hor ladyâ€" ship to draw on his bankers for whatever may be needful for his daughter to have in the way _ of loilet, visit ng or traveling _ exâ€" penses or finishing masters for her education. It is a genteel and satisfactory way of lavishly reimbursing _ her ladyship for the expenses of his daughter‘s board and lodging at Mount Ossory, and Lady Dameor knows that it is, and is quite conâ€" tented. However, Mr. Deane makes pre puat. ns for his trip with a great many mournful allusions to the state of his health, and his acguiâ€" escence in his "duty," as his meode cal man has told him to take care of his health; and has been most generous in all his arrangements for his daughter during his abâ€" sence, as shoe is to reside with a {former governess of hers at Brighâ€" ton. When, all at once, nct a week beâ€" fore his departure, comes the corâ€" dial and graceful invitat.on of Lady Jeannette Damer, of Mount Ossroy, begging that Gillian may be conâ€" fidad to her motherly love and care during the period of her fathâ€" er‘s absence. said, forcing a deep sigh, and with a lugubrious expression on his hard, fullâ€"{eatured, slightly purplish visage, inferring the existence of deep heart woes from his widowed condition, which his silent, meek little daughâ€" ter, watching him very closely out of her wistful, brown eyes, secretly and utterly disbelieves. h "1 am very glad we have to stay," Cilian answers with a wan little smile, "and I really do not feel able to travol any further. We will stay at the Imperial Hotel toâ€"night, please, Miss .O‘Neil." ter sH "No, ma‘am, he‘s staying at <the Quay Hotel," the coachman answers, ina subdued tone, ‘""an‘ he‘s %oin' back toâ€"night as soon‘s the lines clear, he told me." it qo aine Abche, s _"Very woil, Miss Deane," Miss O‘Neil acquiesces as Calmily deferâ€" ential as ever. " And thoy say, ma‘am," Gilllian overhears the coachman declare in a decisive tone as in conclusion of an argument, "that the line won‘t be clear for nigh three hours! _ Mr. Archer went bkimsél{, Miss O Neil, to inquire at the terminus, sure." _ "I am very sorry, Miss Deane," she beging, earnestly, "but the coachman bas just told me there has been a s.ight accident on _ the line, and the road is blocked for an bour or two. I am afrail you must go to the Imperial after all, until we hear wo can travel. You will feel better aflter a rest of a couple of hours, I dare say, and we can reach Mount Ossory toâ€"night in any Gillian only notlicecs hbim, as he pushes his way through the crowd. A tall, broadâ€"shouldered, athletic young follow, in a light gray tweed sult, with a sunburnt face, and closeâ€" cropped fair halr showlug beneath his felt hat. "Is he here?" Gillian hears in Miss O‘Neil‘s voice, which has suddenly changed, "I did not know he had any bus‘ness in Bally{ord toâ€"day ? Is he staying here? Not at the Imperial ?" case." "* Musha ! long life to ye, sir! It‘s yerself is In it !" sho says, with an enthusiastle gesture, aud a long, grateful look in her bright eyes, as she gazes after the gentleman she has just addressed. . 2i g "Oh! very we‘l," Miss O‘Neil says brie{ly, and turning around she looks a little startled to see that the crowd has edged Miss Deane close to her side. €120000 & & And Gilllan laughs a little, out of very sympathy with the gay laugh and the humorous volce. But Miss O‘Nell utters no word of advice in the girl‘s timid uncerâ€" tainty ; she preserves a respectâ€" fully impassive demeanor, and lo ks gravely into space, wuiting, as it would appear, amidst all the confusâ€" ton and bustle of landing, for Miss Deane to make up her mind. It rendâ€" ers Gillan more nervous and more unâ€" certain, this silent deference to the caprices of the poetted heiress. _ _ "I don‘t think I shall like _ Miss O‘Neil, and I‘m sure she doesn‘t like me," the girl mutters, flushing with some annoyance, as she hurrliedly steps on the gangway, and Miss O‘â€" Neil follows her. "And I do feel ill, and I wish I had not to go any further, or to meet Lady Demer and Mr. Damer and their visitors toâ€" night. But it cannot be helped now.‘" "How nice and how droll the Irish voices sound," Gillian thinks, gazing around her, rather bewildered ; "and how exrcited they look! And, oh dear ! how shabby their clothes are, poor things! And there are women with bare feet, this cold day! and they are not pretty, elther. I thought that lrish women were all pretty, and wore red cloaks. They look coarso and thin and hungry. No! there is one with beautiful rosy cheeks and black hairâ€"such a pretty girl, laughing so heartily I" _ unk 4 k For Miss O‘Neii is giving directions to the coachman at this moment ; and he, with his hanud to his hat, is givâ€" ing ner a lengthy reply in an earnest undertone, his eyes glancing at the young lady visitor. P ol "It i2 as you please, Miss Deane," the dame de compagnie corrects, with a frigid emile. "Thon I shall tell Macarthy to drive us to the Imperial at once." ‘"‘Stop a moment," Gillian pleads, with a tlyljd reluctance to the new arrangement. "*Will it inconvenience you, or the servants who have come to meet me ? It seems so s‘lly to stop short a few miles f{rom the end of the Journey. I think 1 will go on, Miss O‘Neil ; my head is not very bad, and I think I should feel glad to know I {md done with travelling this evenâ€" ng..u decisively. And for &A moâ€" ment a glimmer _ of sarcastic gmile plays over her face. "Lady Damer will wish you to do whatever you th‘nk best, Miss Deane," she acds, deferentialiy. *"*Perhaps, as you feel il1, another train journey will make you quite worn out by tha time you reach Mount Ossory." & ‘"That is just what I am afraid of," Gillian says, Impuisively, with an apâ€" pealing, wistful look. "I would rather not meet strangersâ€"Lady Damer is quite a stranger to me, and everyone at Mount Ossory, you knowâ€"wheon I feel se stupid and tired. I think I shall stay here this evening, if you please, Miss O‘Neil." + me to say she begged you would not distress yourself, but stay at the Imâ€" perial Hotel for toâ€"night. It is where Lady Damer herself always stays when she is in Ballyford, and it is & tolerably comfortable hotelâ€"for an Irish hotel, o° course." "I am very tired," Gillian says, with a weary look, "and my â€" head aches so, from the motion of the boat "I see the Mount Ossory coachman is walting with a carriage to drive us to the railway station, Miss Deane, . as we have sixteen miles further to travel ; if you feel able to go on with | your journey this evening. But if you are too tired Lady Damar desired , I suppose. Do you think Lady Damer will be disappointed if we stayed here until toâ€"morrow, Miss O‘Neil?" "I am _ quite _ _sure she _ will Eot.,"' _ Miss O‘Neil â€" says very "It is about the only thing which would terminateâ€"all our miserics," she says, in a curious, suppressed voice. "I should not mind it for my part |" But the next minute, while Gillian is glancing at her, doubtfully, she speaks again in her usual coldly resâ€" pectful tones. Miss O‘Neil looks keenly at the exâ€" cited young face for a moment, and she laughs carclessly. you know earthâ€"to good as this. Ireland is such a wretched pace, you kncw, Miss Deane! Captairi Lacy says that his English friends always tel him there le but one remedy for Irigs‘\ woes and Irigh wrongs generaily : To take all the upper classesâ€"the 1 inded gentry, dee | * Oh, very we‘l! That is quite right, ‘ then," Miss O‘Neil linterrupts, in her | sharpest, coldest tones, and _ she waiks away abruptly to the nearest | window and stanmis looking out, as Gilian supposes, for the curtains hide even her face and figure, until the deferential waiter returns with | the teaâ€"tray w.th ita siver ‘teaâ€" pot of strong, highâ€"flavored tea, and its sgilver jug of cream, and silver rack of dainty toast, and sheilâ€" shaped scroils of golden butter. _ the is thâ€"resore raiher amaz ed and _ taken â€" aback, when she is usuered by bowlug attendants, |dressed in the regulation black suits ‘n.x:d white ties, through a hardsome hall, and up a wide staicase adorned with evergreen plants, and statues, am! rogeâ€"colored gas globes, into a lofty sittingâ€"room on the first fioor, | whore Turkey rugs lie on the polished ouk bouards, and handsom» mirrors reflect the snowy window curtains, ithc Jardinleres of splendid fachsias, , the velvetâ€"covered furniture, and the \ dainty diuner table laid with I ish ‘damaskâ€"f ne and shining as white sutluâ€"gluss and sliver laid for two persons. _ Miss ONQll orders tea and toast to | be brougut immediately, and dinner ‘Oh! You will be sure to like him Miss Deane," Miss O‘Nell says forctâ€" bly, with that curling lip and that scornful look still visible. "A handâ€" some young of.icer, Miss Deane! Haif the young ladies in the counr try have lost their hearts to Capâ€" tair Bingham Lacy, I assure you, "What is he lHke? Is he handâ€" some ?" Gillian asks, her girlish curiâ€" osity becoming excited, "I don‘t think I shall like him somehow ?" "Very !" Miss O‘Neill answors with a curling lip, and staring at Gillian with a scornful littls look which no assumed â€" smile can hide. "Very. When it suits him. . Goodâ€"natured, kindâ€"hearted, graciousâ€"mannâ€"red and charming, when it suits him to be "Captain Lacy came in from Mount Ossory simply to order dinner for you," the other says, her white teeth showing in a cold, mechanical smile. "I dare say he was delightâ€" ed to have the chance of being the first to welcome you to Ireland, Miss Deane. It is just like Captain Tacyat: iss [}il‘}} x "Indeed? Is he so very goodâ€"naâ€" tured ?" Gillian asks, rather coldly skeptical.® | 0 00 =0~. i "I suppose so, Miss Deane," Miss O‘Nelil says, constrainodly, but in her usual deferential voice. "I suppose her ladyship desired Captain Lacy to order dinner here for you, on the rhance of your wishing to break the journey here." There is envy, scorn, hate, in those dark, restless eyes, so demurely veiled now. ‘"How very kind of her!" GiMian says, carcelosely, rather resonting the exaggeration of respect{ul attention, which is implied in some manner in Miss O‘®%efi‘s statement. ‘"And did Capta‘n Lacy come in from Mount O#â€" sory s‘imply to order dinner for us ?" "By Lady Damer‘s orders, I sup pose ?" Gillian says. her own manner altering with her discovery, and t:penklng coldly and formally in her urn. "Did I understand the waiter to say that dinner had been ordered for u:k before we came, Miss O‘Neil ?" she asks, , + At the rigid, ley formality of the tones, Gillian looks up hastily, and detects the gaze that is fixed on her ere it can be averted, and the girl‘s gentle young beart flutters with a sensation of dismay. Gilllan is warming her sl!lm little fect, in their dainty lacquered boots, high on the steel fenderâ€"bar, and conâ€" tentedly nibbling toast and drinking tea, and so fails as yet to perceive the keen, unfriendly regard of the dark eyes opposite. _ _ s R ‘"‘Yes, dinner was ordered before we czli_me, Miss Deane," her companion reâ€" plies, _ ols "I shouldn‘t wonder if she had all the gifts, and all the graces, and all the charms of other girls, to set off and adorn her dower of one hundred thousand pounds !" Anne O‘Neil says hitterly to hergelf, "Fate and fortune are so fairly distributed in this charming world of justice and equalâ€" She laughs gayly as she nestles down in her eassyâ€"chair, with _ a chidish sati faction in the warmth of the fireâ€"for the July afternoun would do credit to January in its Cull dampn>»ssâ€"and hucdles her rich furs about ber. Sho has laid her hat aside, but preâ€" fers to keep hor mantle on, and as ghe liea back in hor velvet chair, her slender, girlish form bwdlad in the velvety seal .‘n, and her fair, paloe little face crowned with solt, sulkâ€" en brown hair pecping up like a flower (rom the fringe of dark saâ€" ble, she i oks fair and fraglie as a costly exoticâ€"a _ dil te human growth produced by care and luxury, on whom the wind must never blow nor the sun beat strongly. & The dark shy, fawn i ke eyes are wells of truth ; the white forehead, stainless as a lilyâ€"petal, is broad and intellectual ; the siken, nutâ€"brown hair, that lies in little shadowy rings and curig about her temples, covers a bead of noble development. fip â€" " A pair of soles, a duckling and green peas, and a gooseberry tart," she says, but the waiter coughs deferâ€" entialiy, pauses, and looks a little amazed. " Has been ordsrs4? Who ordered it ?" Miss O‘N>il says suddenliy, but in a lower tone. "I really can‘t quite say, ma‘am,‘ the waiter _ answers, coughing duâ€" biously, _ "I believe it was a genâ€" tl>min from Mount Ossory, ma‘am ; btu I am uot sure. He was to meet two ladies here, I understood, "What â€" del‘cious tea," Gillian says with giri h enthusiagm, drinkâ€" Ing it eageriy. "1 feel my headache going away as fast as it can go, Miss O‘Neil, ani.I feel so drowsy and comâ€" fortable." And Anne O‘Neil, watching her with a burning light of jJealous regard in her dark, bright eyeg, with compressed lips of bitter endurance, owns to hbersgolf, with a dull, cold pain settling down on her heart, that the girl looks pure, and gentle, and loveâ€"worthy, as well as fair, relined, and luxuriously~bred. ity 1" * Dinner has been ordered, ma‘am," he says. ‘" Dioner for two, at six, ma‘am. Bup and lobster patties, and roast chickeas, andâ€"*" ma‘amâ€"â€"*" Gilian has made up hor mind to see .owâ€"c il:d rooms huge "turf" firesâ€"sa . has hoari they burn "lur." in Irelandâ€"and waiters after â€" the pattera u. Btags is. D.ucBh, red hairâ€" ed, jo.0 e, an. familiar, in the Imâ€" periaui Hotel in B.liy.ord.. CHAPTER IL The farmer from the country was angry. Hoe hbad gone into a barber shop near the depot and the barber was trying to rob him. The barber asked him 25 cents for a bhair cut. The farmer roared. H>o led the barber outside and pointed to the sign. _ "*Look here, my frient," said the barber, diplomativally, "that sign says 15 cents for a firstâ€"class hair cut, all right. But you haven‘t got firstâ€"class hair." The farmer meditated a moment. ‘"Well, I guesse that‘s right," he said. And he piid the M‘l} without another word.â€"Chicago Tribune, + . _ ‘"Ye can‘t bunoker me," he yelled. "Tuar‘s yer old sign. Filteen ceuts for a Tirstâ€"class hair cut. Â¥Ye can‘t get around that." Dyr. Williams Pink Pills cure by going to the root of the disease. They make new, rich, red blood, strengthen the nerves and thus tone up the whole system. Sold by all dealers in medicine or sent by mail, postpaid, at 50 cents a box, or six boxes for $2.50, by addressing the Dr. Williams‘ Medicine Co., Brockâ€" ville, Ont. . Among those who have been cured of this distressing malady by Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills is Mr. Aifred Chasbot, a wellâ€"known {farmer livâ€" ing near St. Jerome, Que. To areâ€" porter of L‘Avenir du Nord, Mr. Chasbot told the following story of his illiness and subsequent cure: "For three years I was an almost continual eufferer from the torâ€" tures of bad digestion. Alter eating I felt as if some hbeavy weight was pressing against my chest. I was racked with violent headaches; my temper became irritable; my appeâ€" tite uncertain; my nerves were . a wreck, and I was always troubled with a feeling ol weariness. I was able to do very little work and sometimes none at all. Although I tried many remedies I was uusucâ€" cessful in my search for a cure until a friend advised me to iry Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills. Any doubts I may have bhad as to the merits of these J)illn were soon dispelled, for I had not been taking them long before I noticed an improveâ€" ment in my condition. I continued the use of the pills some weeks, when I considered myself fully cured. Today I am as well as I ever was in my lifee and would strongly advise all similar sufferâ€" ers to try Dr. Williams‘ Pinok Pills and I am eure that they will find them as beneficial as I have." (From L‘Avenir du Nord, 6t. Jerâ€" pened." The oflicer puled out bie ome, Que.) !{:;iw: antlz shot lhim. "Our army bhas a 1ave | roically," sail M. Theors. di&;:?;re" from (‘l‘yfl'pep‘siauzl;co‘:;.l“we execute with the law aod by gestion are numerous in the law." "Where‘s your boasted l try. Almost daily one hears some l er‘y 1‘ I agcei o‘ a inrl nd, a Fromch one complaining of the tortures n;a.n.. Tfi n;roI‘!t his shoe. ha e -rch:g sed the j ady, and it | the insile o very mioutely, m f:uno u:c':n by lht:i:mlt.o’henr & then sald, "It hss beon there foe nymon thing ® the last two months, but I thinkt sufferer say, "I wiyh I was dead." | t is lost now." And no wonder, tho suffering causeâ€" | «*The Honor of a Kiringâ€"Party"* ed by bad digestion cannot be imagâ€"| ‘The method of formatl execation by ined by anyone who has not sufâ€"| young â€" clzaretteâ€"smoking coloncly fered from it. The victim is a conâ€"| 48 above incisated, was the usual tant fr t hea.daxches.ikm ol execution. The homor ol & siant sullerer rom tWhiogâ€"party was reserved for a few, beart burn, heart palpitation, no0d persons of distinclion such as MHâ€" nausea. He has a bad taste in his gi\rv. w‘ho li;ul r«:‘sxgm:d ‘{m’l.ul! a@ ; eputy for Paris in the National Asâ€" mouth, is unable to obtain rutful!wm‘ 1y Lo boovine A mewber of ths sleep and has always a feeling _ of |Commune, He was placed in front weariness and â€" depression. RBut ) of the Panthcon, and with _ arm there is & sure cure for this trouâ€" | ;\;lls?g wcrh:d. “‘)'l\'lw; m“f:;r'e!; ere is A O mMU » ble and it! is found !n the grea test } muâ€"mur, and he was dend At I was of all known â€" medicinesâ€"Dr. Wilâ€" | wal«ing away {rom the sad speolacie liams‘ Pink Pills for Pale leople." ‘;‘mle&blr. Holt White.l 'ort tire Pn,l: A | Mail Gazette," who sa o me, * orAmqng t-hoso who have been cured l nin io ry :T am. Loo lat4.1 wantcd to this distressing malady by Drâ€"| gee Miliere. People say ho i ks se Williams‘ Pink Pills is Mr. Aifred | much like Jesus Christ." We tbew Chasbot, a welilâ€"known {farmer livâ€"|witnessed a seight that made us ing near St. Jerome, Que. ‘To areâ€" | both shudder. Up to the previous day porter of L‘Avenir du Nord, ur.lthe fight had been going on be« Chasbot told the following story of ] noath a glorious sun and a cloudtcss his illness and subsequent cure:!tky. 1| was astonishsd to find how "For three years I was an almost | few traces of the carnage were to continual seufferer from the tor-'be seen in the streets. The ceaâ€" tures of bad digestion. Alter eating son was that the sunshins bad dried I felt as if some hbeavy weight was | the blood and it had become coverâ€" pressing against my chest. I wulul with a concealing layer of fime racked with violent headaches; my | Cust. Now, however, thero bhad temper became irritable; my appeâ€" { been showers of rain, and the effcoet tite uncertain; my nerves were a , Was as if the very stones of the wreck, and I was always troubled | streets were blceJing alresh. Near with a feeling of weariness. I was | the Panthcon, at a spot where sevâ€" able to do very little work and | ral men had been shot, kisod was sometimes none at all. Alithuough I | trickling in sluggish streams to tried many remedies I was uusucâ€"‘ the gutter, S l ders fatignued witW cessful in my search for a cure| tho day‘s massacre, reposed on the until a friend advised me to itry Wel pavement, using it also as a dia~ Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills. Aoy doubts | }8Eâ€"lable. We saw them eating raw I may have bhad as to the merits| Weat, which they were too [atigued of these pills were soon dispelled, | to remove from the streams ol biood for I hmr not been taking them | that trickl»d about itâ€"a sorry basâ€" long before I noticecd an imnrove.| 4uet for M. Thiers‘ "heroes!" 1 see t.i, fa cinating p ason, a.ter your d scription 0. h.m, M s O N i.," und the laughs a littie contemptuâ€" qus y. _ "You are warim in Captain Lacy‘s praise, Mis ONill," Gl an saye, a Ltile mwudisiou ly, hor woiman.y inâ€" stincts d.t.ciing a certain suppresâ€" ed interest in the other woman‘s words, and she sml.es as ghe gBees ithe suduen forces change of manâ€" ner w.lkh which hber remark is reâ€" celved. So Say the Sufferers From ~_ Chronic Dyspepsia. "You wil fini hiim, 1 ncleve, jast what I have descr.bed hm to be," the says in & low., constrained ton». "He is hand.om». A fair, bighâ€" bred luâ€"alag m.n. Not tall, but i1 nder ani woliâ€"made, with graâ€" clois munners and a soit voice, and a Weet, kndl ombe. A gailant IAdâ€" ow, too, who has been on foreign service, and ons of the best riders and best shots in Ircland! He is qute a young girl‘s iieat!" the coâ€"s not ook at Gliian now, ber head is resting on her hand, her fingers toying nurvou ly wilh her cup and epo~n, and her voice as .ow as if «he spoke but to bherg l(. * Indeed !" uilllan says, very coo!lly, and with a slight, malicious smile dimpling about her lips, "L am quite anxious to see this hero t Ha is quite a personification of *‘Eria‘s native shamrock,‘ isn‘t be ? 4 " *A type that blends | Three godlike irl nds L4 Love, valor, wit, {orever P * Bhe is a little startled at the efâ€" fect of ber apt quotation. M (To b»> Continuced.) A Trouble That Makes the Life of Its Victims Atmost Unbearableâ€"Causes Bieadaches, Heart Patpitation, Jiz« ziness, a Feeling of Weariness, and Distaste for Food. iLut the elder womanâ€"for Ann» O‘Neil has pas ed h r girlhood uy iome y.arsâ€"m kes no r s> nse for a miaute or so ; and then ber head is cown bont, and she is oking inio be: tâ€"acup as h e speaks. ly !" she says, in her cold, sareastic voice. "Why should I not, A iss benune? He is the iavorite nephew, almost, I may say the onmy, favorite of Lady Damer! My mistress‘ adopted sonâ€" that is how I teach mysel to regard Captain Leacy." . sen "‘Ahat seems to be rather a uniâ€" versal waint, esp cisly with hant some, ‘charm n; youns of.icers," h> says wta Aa.siamed incifference. "I how» I h 1. now be «isup,oinw.ed whon but he wants a rich wife." "Oh ! Warm in his praise ? Certainâ€" Firstâ€"Class Hair Cut. NO JOY IN LIFE. i# TORONTO To detaill what I saw during the rest of the fighting would bo to re«â€" peat in effect what is above writâ€" ten. Everywhere in the streete dead bodies were lying about. Thera were n wounded, lor the troops gave no quarter. In every directio®e the work of death and destructiog went on; the human brute unâ€" chained, the imbecile wrath, the mad fury of man devouring his broâ€" ther man. It will rain the whole day long if the NMowers of the chickweed are closed up, but it will be fine if they open wide!ly, and showory if the Nowers are half comceal~} by their green mantle. . Wet szmmers are genera‘ly foraetold by an uncommon quantity of seeds on the white thore The part of the city in possassion of the conquerors, bowever, was safe, though not comfortable to walk in. Scattered brainrns limbs, tolies, and blood formed a ghastly spectacle. ¢ To foretell the weather by msang of flowers and plants is quite an interesting study. If the marigold does not open by 7 in the morniag it is certain to rain, and ailso thunâ€" der. If the flowers of ts winterâ€" green dproop it is going to rain; and woodsorrel doubles its leaves before a tempest, forectelling a clear sky by exlending. Different species of trefoll always contract> thair leaves at the approach of a storm ing the fact, the poor wr toh was oragged a feow yards away , on> eof the men put th: musile ol uls chasso« pot underneath the vietim‘s skuld, vhe barrol aloag bis back , the other soidier stooped and puli«â€"d the trig» ger; a report, a emuoke, a groan, and with protests of innocence on his lips the soul of the poor victim passed away. . . . d A man stanling at the corser of & street hâ€"ard two ofiicers ulkln! ol the bravery ol the trovps. "Yes, said the loiteror, "if your mon had fought Ike that agaiast the Pres# gians, all this would not bave hm pened." The oflicer puled eout ; Broopy pays _# P _ OF THE COMMUNE. ; 3: Wim. Traut in The Cectary, .‘ r+++++++m+0+++¢++++%-: On the follow .nz morntag, Wea«â€"w cay, I again salied lorth The Lrst lbm a persoa who, the «urow! n.lfi was a communist. *Fu.ilede!* orl lout the throug, and the officer (t was standing cloee to him) aud, ‘OmM, fuslllezste" I i: thougkt that beâ€" fore long I shou!ld hcear the emme comman« given as regards mys U. in less time than is occupicd in recordâ€" hn P ol P oo ooo fe ofe tfe ho tGe fn e h ch o +. h choche d cf ofi ‘Vive la Ligne," and vurmimg soeurmdl the corner o my awelag LpiaQer were the soldiers of tho lino wao lor two hours had auvaaced io «tnâ€" ple Iile moag the dus st. Hvovre, kcep.n} tlo8s to uim tbouswg, io. coag I.Nn.10¢g she.ter from vbhe _ urtasd.o ihav WAs poured a,anse thuem ipuin ia varricade a lit ds [1.th r on. Th.so hUâ€"wOoats moved Bs amodiZ th.s SA row siureet and ouwn thait passtage convulving like a huge 8..p.4% insâ€" tening o the ciuy. »very where they WeRst ihey were receive. wita cheuore. The trwolur was hoistei ous ol e w.ndows ol the groms whops thot had been closod during the last twao monuths. Aiter ihe «.ntaniry oan® batberies o aitilery, ans at4* th.se squadrons on cava.ry. A halt was made at the spot (avove indâ€" cated) where 1 was stusuing aint the commundiog ol.icer, a young 1.4> low, smAed a cgareit> ard _ conâ€" su.tel a plan of .nstractious . SJust thin two oi hs moâ€"no d.agg @ toward Both forms of Sozodont at the Stores lail; price, S¢c. each: ‘(:lm&m.uwb:-'.g HALL & RUCKEL, MONTREAL 29° Sezodont T ooth Pewder A Perfoct Liquid Dentifrice for the Teeth «â€"â€" Breath Sozcdont Plants as Barometers. upxm my ears was