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Thu L to claim bd title of tt be it“. between burned 'ert for only r"! the Mindo- I. Draco ccentrie huDrGl- even the J In the rl v. the Iran ltcislol 'tr, Dee. mt the w mer- mined m Eng- rum”, Duke ot “muon- cation. tough a Keanat a that In MI " have nothet is now W hat! te can _ Lord. " tr wont l pal- rt'p on oat. -hant Wei. rson. loot. " ee. neb- were the Jcted fifth yto uker W88 sur- u and nun a at t in in! E The object of this advertisement Is to induce you to try HONSOON CEYLON TEA. Get a package; It realIy meritsatrlal. LEAD PACKETS. ALL omens. . ‘You will hare no need," inter- rupts Anne. coolly, "an alter to-night I shall be ot use to you no longer." " What do you mean t' he demands. " Your rival is gonkyour way In umomn, your ludyshlp and her money will be yours after due wooing and careful winning," Anne says, com- posmlly. 'What need will there he. of me. pray? Imlght as well be at the untipodes, and Ithink I shall go there-tor all the use lean bel Let mu go I Let me tpol How dare you l" For Lacy had clasped her suddenly in his arms. and, in spite of her strug- gling and even striking wildly at him, has kissed her over and over again. " I don't care if you strike me or stub me'. It is for the last time," ho pants. 'l'll let you go now for- ever. You have the temper ot a timess. Anne, and the pride of a demon. but I love you with all my heart, and I'll love you to my dying day." he says fiercely. " And Icould kill any man you loved or married, etthor." e""'""""""""'""----, t o o o t gThe Coming of Gilliam; "Could you. indeed F' Anni: says. cneoringly. releasing heron]! from his touch with gestures ot Impatient aver-ion. '. Fox'tunut: ly your menace: In- as little to be regarded as your vows." MflNSIIflN "You. would find it even more diffi- cult to convince me of your tender nih-ction after that proof," she says quietly, with a slight, scornlul smile. "Ana, as it certainly does not makn me either love you or fear you now, I fail to see what it avails." "No; I might kill you. but I could nevi-r conquer you," Lacy says, In a. low tremuluus voice. And Gillian, forgetting herself for th.- moment gazes amalediy trom her post of espiai at the earnestness. tenderness, despair and passion. in tu- face ot the languid, blase, “milk tary dandy,” the line gentleman of society, whom she had hitherto des- pised as a vain, littlemninded, selfish trim-r. to whom nothing in life was of immortance but as tar as it In- tern-rod with his languid pleasures or interests. A .. - "You: have a soldier‘s spirit, Anne," he says, coming nearer to her with a. lace as pale and eyes as burning an her own. "You would be a, brave wife, tor a braver, more gallant man than me." “Perhaps." she says, calmly. .. Perhaps there is such a one loom- lng in your tuture, Anne?" he says, trying to smile and speak as steadily and cold) as she. _ " 1 hope so," she answers "I should be glad to think I was destined to be the honored, talthlul wife of a brave. honest man." _ "Such " one as-George Archer, pm‘hups?" Lucy suggests, wlth a smllo. forcibly assumed on his hag- gard, pallid, miserable face. " be- llove. Anne-on my soul, I believe-- and I have suspected it sometimes, own in the past," he says, thiekly, "that you liked George Archer better than you liked me."' Gillian tightens her hand over her heart to still its loud throbblng. and holds her breath as she looks and listenS. Anne, who is turning over some books on the table and putting them neatly together, looks up with a. cold, determined countenance, raising her haughty eyebrows in slight 'surprise. " You need not suspect. you may be Otlte sure," she bays. " like George Archer a great deal more than I ever liked you." " And then there Is one of those breathlose pauses. as it the man dare not trust himself to speak, and the woman dctiaatly decides on silence. - .. N A Pretty Irish Romance. j I+0§NWNRW+NW+§O l-MWIIM'PH . "1rtderd'."' Lucy sums, at length. Ms truth sh wing between his dry, bl mdless lips. "This is not quite aur- prising to mp, on” rather over- whelminq ttti" with conviction. I may say. Why am you trouble to bid him gnod-byn. to-nlght, and worn over him, too, as I See you travi, been dv.ir "Why strut" "Why sttmtt I not y' Anne 83": brrM1y. “'1 have trot so many friends that I shuuld not mourn at the ab. senct- of our." . ‘ “But wlmn. in this case, absence will may mulct the {and heart fond- er," Lucy r rirvs, his jénhus eyes naming, his Je'rtious lips trembling with rage. "and when, especially, absence does not mean separation. 7 do not src any adequate cause tor your grief. '1 suppose he kissed you, lyrttLmipttrtt..his tears with yours? Eh. Anne" “it you wanted to hear and see all that passnd. why did you not follow me P' Anne says. impatiently. “Captain Lacy, I must remind you it is nearly one o’clock in thet morn- ing, and I really do not appreciate claMesting Visits " qnyuhonr.” -aiiii,deianr when it is'tne wrong nan who plays tht_e1a.rtdestPt vis- Ki: Gau; Eaer. “You've spent an - with George Archer out In the in PAGE METAL GATES tdf 333033.; (1 at It Itto ftAt'E;'t,t1fl'tfi, Jdteat m fn%'lJ,"'li%'fl' ., -a=c--- .......- a..." m .1. Thu no ham port. navy mm on “a can '_.- -- w"--- W . ,,,,, circle without 1trttutt'f, to BM. The] are no» nope-tuna will In: . nine. Will nous: nor get rich: They no supplied with lam which snow than tobeop ed either w” “graduating. The only good metal . man-l in m_ to dignity-o I)!!!” 1?ettme Thin 'nrpoou We the me rm " Nl tge in. no“ com-mu ‘5 “I hope you will be happy. Anne," iLacy says, regarding her with " lsacm-nfnl, bitter smilo. "I may say ithat much, may I not? I hopo you {will be " happy woman, Anne T i "I don't think any woman could 'Iyislt for a lmppiwr Into than to be ltiwrge Archer's wife, it she loved i.hirn and he 1ovred her!" Anne says, gln a voice that tremblvs for the 2 first time. f .. woo0. It can't hurt you td talk for ten or fifteen minutes to me in your awn sitting-room. Don't go In for young-lady affectutions, Anne, they are not in yqur role at all.' Wing-e is Archer going?" “To America, f" bélleve, my}, curvy: - __ V _ "You 'believe t'" retorts Lacy, savagely. “As it you hadn't an ad- dress where to write to him!" Anne is silent; "Are you not going to write to him P' he perslsts. "Are you molt go- ing to follow him some of these days? Tell the truth, Anne, unless you are ashamed of yourqelf!"_ l “You ought tp be ttYM, ot your rudeness," Anne says, co dly. unmovod. "I shall tell you nothing that concerns me and does not con- cern you In the slightest degrqegt “Then that is admission enough l" Lucy says, uttering his words ‘be- tween close-set teeth. "You are go- ing to follow him.' You are going to marry him some of these days. and that is the real reason of your pride and avoidance ot me, and the coldness and even incivility of which I complained'. It was a great mystery, to be sure!" he says, with a. laugh -"a woman's inconsistency. You are going to marry him, Anne! He pleases your taste better than I ever did! Well, he " a very ttood-looking fellow, and very lucky with women." _ Anne is veil-mt again; her face is very white now, and eyes are cast down. .. "You care for him Captain Lacy a§ks, 'rl love hit}: dedrlyt." Anne Bays, proudly. "I love him better than many a sister It?v?tty brother." “So. I -shduhi think," he says, in the same suppressed way. "And you will marry _ him Y' "I will marry him when he wishos to marry nw," Anne replies. quietly; "but there is little tlwught otmar- rying anybody in his heart this night'. Poor George'. suffering lor the sins of otiwrts-Hwronged, and than banished into exile! He has the l"irthrigltt of the son of krm, at all events." "And like in; sons of Erin in Ken- oral," Lacy rotorts; "he'll prosper on his wrongs and flourish in his exile!" _ I She has heard all now. There ls l nothing more, to know or to suffer at ‘presont; and a. minute later, after icaptain Lacy's retiring footsteps l have echoed through the corridor and !ncross the hull in recklesa loudness, [Gillian rises from her crouching posi- ltlon in the corner by the old shie- lboard, and creeps feebly and slowly ', away, like a wounded creature seek- ; ins: refuge; poor llttle "milk-white ofawn," stricken and wounded nlgh I unto death. "_ ' "Heavens grant he may," Anne says, withifervent earnestness. "Amen."' Lacy says, as bitterly as ever. "Good fortune generally fol- lows such as he-those who turn their backs on it. He might have married Gillian Deane and a bun. dred thousand pounds, but he pre- fers litwrtr-and Anne O'Neil." . "it must be u. perverted choice that prefers me to that pretty, soft- hearted little girl," Anne says, cold- ly. “But there is no accounting for tastes. However. you both strove tor the prize, you know, and you were both competitors in the race, you know. and it was to, be a tair field and no favou- between you, and now, when your competitor has tall.. en out and the race in your own, I really do nolt see of what.' you have to complain. I should any Fortune has ranocghttd the course to the win- ning post for you most admirably. Captain Lacy. Please say good- night. I am tired!" But. even now he does not- etir. night'. I am tiredl" But, even now he dots not stir. but standw " minute with folded arms, and white. set lips, and gleaming eyes confronting her-the woman whom in his tselfish soul he loves with a trcltitsh, Jealous passion. "Fortune and you have about equally favored me, Miss O'Neil," he says, deliberately; "and I give you both your tneed of thanks. Fickle Jades! And I curse the hour I ever courted either!" . , iTrirtGiirhe turns on his and leaves the room. CHAPTER XXX. She gets back to her own room in the darkness-how, she never knows --and falls down heavily on her bed,, Just as she ls: and without stirring hand or foot, Mes there through the short, hot August night, and through the long, sunny hours of the bright autumn morning, with the glad song of the birds, and the morning Incense of the flowers, and the radiance ot the warm sunlight coming in through the open window and surrounding her, lying there unheedlng It all, so much, then'." In a low tone now. There Is “’-'“ Rjl?i,qi'3, d T; ',53, {:4 FC/Tear' . b, . Anne "' 1tnrrtreistg. “hearing. as It she were dead. Her maid ttttthr her there " eight ojcloek. lying guy she he: lain throughout the night. with less, with these wild. wide open Ital-mg vacantly about her, stunned out ot reason, out ot memory. 'out ot, even all active gauging. - _ -- In answer to the startled girl's alarmed questioning, her young mis- tress gives her a vague, quietly- lpoken account of having got up and sat by the window some hours ago, and of having felt ill and lain down again. But she is very pale and quiet-- the fever of hope and fear is over for her, and she speaks very gently and smiles softly as she thanks her woman tor her cup of tea, and bids her close the blinds and draw the curtains, and shut oat the sunshine vI-l Owl-w, - sun-\- uuu buv ”maxi-lav and the song ot the birds and the. scent ot the flowers, and go away and leave her alone,. And the maid obeys her, though with a. good deal ot reluctance and misgirirtg; and tor two hours more she lies there still, aux-less, speech- less, with those wilde, wide-open eyes aching, burning beyond the re- lief of tears, 7 By and by she tells herself con- tusedly she will surely begin weep- ing, tor is she not in anguish of spirit? By and by she will suffer dreadfully, when she quite remem- bers what this numbed agony means --when she can think clearly, and realize that her heart and all the warmth and strength of lite are torn away with one torturing Wrench. and that she must go on living still. _ ' There is an awful vista of bright, long days like this one, with sunny Mrletr and balmy breezes, and tossing flowers and warming birds; and then succeeding days of dark, cold winter, and bleak, windy spring; and then any. bright, Joyous summer. and then golden, serene autumn '. and then win- ter and spring and summer-endless, awful days! And she living on through them all, having to live on through them all-an appalling vista, ot endless days, with this iron weight crushing her brain, this iron weight sinking down her heart, as it is doing now. And with all this she is so anxious to count the number ot the silk tassel- balls In the cornice drapery'. She wonders so much if those flies walk- Ing on the ceiling; ever fall ort acci- dentally. and it so. how do they use their wings, and how does it feel to have wlngs ? And she goes to count- ing the balls on the cormce fringe amain, and to wondering vaguely what o'clock it is, and to wondering why her head feels to heavy, and why 5110 cannot get up. Q But about ten o’clock the door opnns softly once more, and a. mxntle, footstcp crosses the floor, and a light, gmcoful figure, in a fresh dress of pink- and-wry gimp- ham, with a olustar of dewy car- nations. [astomwl in the. breast below the snowy collar of embroidered linrvn, fair and calm as the cool, bright morning, comps beside the bed, whnrn the little prostrate form lies, and with her dark, kind eyes and her cool. whit", flower-scented hands, bends over her. _ "Miss Hume! Gillian, dear'. Are you worsr‘ thiq morning y' she asks. with tenderpst, gentlest pity in her voice, hm- look. he! touch. _ A V‘ISh'o "Wis never so gentle and kind to mo berm-0,” Gillian thinks_ in- stantly. "It is because she is so happy-so happy and so sorrowml this morning-ro happy in her lover's love and so sorrowful at his sud- den departurv, that her proud, cold heart is Suttonml and sympathetic. She mover spoke so kindly to ma be- tore-thrs woman he loves! The woman whom George loves! The Woman he is going to marry. George, my lover, who is not mine any more ---Annn O’Neil's lover." A sirnent tremor rum through the poor little girlish body in the Jeal- ous agony she endures, She shrinks away feel)”. and presses her hand over her eyes to shut out the sight of her-tall, and fair, and fresh, and graceful-tlu, woman whom George loves-the woman he in go- Ing to marry. .. . “Please do not disturb me," she snyF, in call, taint, displeased, tones. "Please do not speak to me; Four voice hurts my head. And please go away and leave me alone." "I will go away this moment," Anne says, gently, after a startled pause. "I only came to see if you were well enough to read lt, letter which I have for you." She utters the last words in a 10m tone, stoop- ing lower to the wan cheek on the pil low, "A letter? You have a letter for me P' Gillian says, limping; her face averted and lying still, though her heart is beating in great. irregular bounds 0.1th to suffocation. "From whom?" "'Irrom the person who wrote It," Anne says, briefly. in her coldest tones. "It was given to m'ai to give to szW-1ast night. Do you care to have it, Miss Donne? I will leave it on the table." "Wait a moment '." Gillian says, suddenly sitting up. clutching at the rail of her bed to help herself. "Where is this letter? Mr. Archer gave it to you. iast‘night, when you bade him good-twe?" "Yes," Anne says. almost frVr,ht- ened by the sudden alteration in thc girl's manner and appearance as she sits up on the teida' of her bed, with her disheveled hair lying in great ruffled silky culls over her shoulders, and the sort, dark Dyna so sunken, so deeply shadowed in the piteouus, white young: taco, lit with a sudden tire ot pride and dis- daln. , “She will cry herself sick now over what she has done, and It will do her good," Anne my: to herself, wiping away the hot team which are filling her own eyes. "Poor fellow! Poor George! I will never tell him that my: menace. at all event“ She She unmet snatcnos the lt-ttpr from Anne, with a hot, nervous grasp, and, barefoot and tromblniuz 'with revered weakness as she is, she walks toward the fireplace and strikes a match. And then the tears George's tare- well letter to Iut--his first letter and hls last-she tears it deliberately across and across, and putting the fragments on the snanteitrhelt, she holds a. lighted match to them until they all blue up and soon consume Into Nachenedjlquq agd ashes. "Now, M165 O’Neil," she says, con- fronting Anne with a smile, “you can tell Mr. Archer that his letter was appreciated uni}: deserved}: And Anne, with onWhaaghty, sor- rowful glance from the burned paper to the girl'r white/wild miserable face, Incline her head slightly in as- sent, and without a word or look more, quite the_roam. _ - 5mm 333 (ha me the honor ot be“; Jealou- of me, too, poor, (00M little crea- ture!” l But Gillian only pthm up the burnt scrap: ot piirrer-iltettttt)e trate ments as they isre--and puts them into tut, envelope. and puts a. A!” apt-lg ot pink heather in another paper in with them. and seal- the envelope, and puts It into a secret Jewel-drawer In her dressing-en's. and then lies down again dry-eyed and as quiet as ttetore, _ L _ Bo Lady Jeannette finds her vyhon she come. in, alarmed and anxious. an hour later. So Dr. Gauguin finds her, and in puzzled, or pro- fesses himself puzzled rather, an her ladyship assures him that men Deane has had no mental shock. or fright. or distress or strain. on her ttern whatever: . A " , Lat biicikddAain amount of repose and vigor to the young body which will not easily lose Ita. to? on _11tt; ..... ...,- w...” .%re.H._ --_ ----"' “But she requires total change of scene and circumstances, amuse- ment and interest. and so forth. I am bound to tell you, Lady Dae.err' "viii" Grain-Sarto Killarney at once, Bingham," Lady Damer can. m1rntstly--it does seem orpptou.aAo the doctor says, gravely. "The least cold, or unfavorable occur- rence of any kind, may bring on a serious illness. She is terribly below par-dangerously so tor a young person of her age." ' her that the poor little gold-weight- ed prize appears to slip trom her gram) when she is surest of her hold ---and than we can Co on to the Highlands afterwards. The lakes and hotels are so guy just now, and the weather is superb. And then, it she likes the idea, we can. go on to Swit- zerland. it shall be managed some- how, Bingham, though money is very hard to be got at, and-I can only amend for all on you." , . . He knows what that means, and his pale. cold, high-bred face darkens. “Yes. I know," he says, slowly. " am a nominally 'tree slave.' Bo no one can legally sell me, but I can sell myself, and I will-tor the price." . Lady Damor says nothing, Exprri- more hue taught her that it is a. great wast? of mental power to notlce Cap- tain Lucy's passionate denuneiatr:tut against the fate he means to new-m. "Well. I repeat," she says, calmly, "that I quite look to .vou--it you have any influence with Gillian-- to persuade her to this plan of a, little tour for the good of her health. The child has been rather moped all her life, I fancy, and seems to quite dread the idea of going any- where! Poor, dear child.' She little thinks what pleasures and opportu- nitles her money can attttrd her by and bye." " t...“ a,“ And after thin parting hint Lady Jeannette thinks she will let well enough alone for a day or two and see what they will bring forth. , But that very afternoon, as she is in her dressing room enjoying her tea, and one or Gatroriau'tr novels, Captain Lacy comes in, shutting the door behind him. "Are iiG" aTo"iik--nuite alone-hunt Jeannette?" he 1slry. . - And his tone, and his pale face. and the look in his pyes, bring Lady Jean. netto to her feet with u. start of terror. .. m -vaiae-res.t What is she says, hoarsnly. . "Nothing excvpt what will please you," ho says, brivfly. " haw been with Gillian In the eomusrvatory, you know, and she has quite agreed-is quite anxious, indeed-to agree to any plans for a tour which we may decide on, and, more than that. I asked her to marry m'?, and aha con- sented, fully and freely, it I can get her pleasure I year T "My darling Gillian!" Lady Dam. er says, rapturousiy maternal, "I shall now have the desire of my heart --a dear little daughter at last: tor you know, my child. that dear Bing- ham is quite the same to me as a son." v "Yes," Gillian says, not knowing what. else to say. "And I may write to your father. my pet, at once. and tell him the good news that had made us all so happy f" her iadyship asks, with " iectionate humility. “Certainly. Lady homer," Gil- lian says, gravely. with a troubled flush; "tmt Captain Lacy told me he would write to papa." _. silly boy, with pen and ink, and two quires of paper, I bvlicve, to pour out a. volume of epistolary affection on your poor, dour father's devoted head. But that a'oesn't prvclude the necessity of my writing to your father, you knot, low." she adds. sweetly, with her cold, white, bony fingers tapplng Gllllan’s velvety cheek; "to explain to him how we have come to steal his dear little girl, and keep her for our-elves for- ever and are)" - .. .. " “Bless you, my darling child I" her 1tutrtshiIt says, with a scream ot Cay" ety. "Bingham has written'. Locked himself up in _his room.i?t-tar1t9,, the "'iiiuiiG" {Exiles faintly, but flushes with a hot, faint thrill ot the sick nest: ot decpajr. - . --_--- L "And, I need scarcely ask. you have written, dear child, or course t" hilt. her ladyship, determined on closing up any possible loopholes tor retreat. "Oh, yes! I witrLthat is. I have written n, letter to papa," Gillian says, blqshing again and winging. an; a, gnu-nu", -3...“ ..,,7 __-_ Lady Damer’s rapturous satisfac- tlon in like a rough much on a. throb- bing wound. "She domn't know: that I know she is telling mo a lot of horrid lies," the -- 1. 'r bio all mW%mm'u3 A'. WllGUflt . _ Scop- no Cough Old - or the Cold. uni-And ARCHIVES TORONTO CHAPTER XXXI iikve had,tor many a. arung child '.l' her what will plpnse the matter t' at!) 00.“ and girl mutter: lndignantly. " suppone she ls pleased, but nobody else ite-- that to one comfort. Captain Lacy In just. as wretched an I am. I know very Tooth Powder M" Jett and cafes as little tor me as I do tor him, or I would not have allowed him to_atset* one -ler.d. lo "iiiiTrnri" iaiieaCinne O'Neil is mlsnrablo and jealous. though she has his love," Gillian owl. trembling. "I mo W OM00” 9”.“NN09WOON "oo""""""". 01 France is written large over the wh:le Province of Quebec. It might have been Normandy we saw through the windows. as we sped past quaint churclsa and trim hamlets peopled by dork-skinned peasants. Little ne- qlwintnnce with FrenelvCtutadituts is needed to convince one ttfat they are more sensitive on metal than on re- ligious questions. I know that many people in Europe, as well as in Amer- ica; put no faith‘ in their professions ot loyalty to the British Empire. and believe that they would seize the first opportunity of setting up a French Republic on the banks of the St. Law- rence. or of Joining their destiny with that of the United Steam. It you want to move a Frrnctr4'anadian to the eloquence of indignation. just hint at a. possible union with the Re- public items the border. Ho will re- cite to you with pride the exploits of his fathers, who, in the Revolution of 1774 and again in the war of 181:..', fought tor British supremacy and will end by quoting the words of Dr. Tache: "The inst shot that will be fired against_ union“ “INK tho It is nine years since I visits] can. nda, and it appears to me that own in that short limo the social rela- tions of the two races haw: becomi- morn intimate and tho use of Eng- litilt more general in the cities where the majority of thr. inhabitants nrv ot Frrnch origin. Frrmo-Canadians are intelligent and shrewd enough to see that their children cannot mic- coed without an intimate knowledge of English. Even the eabmen in Frenvh Quebec weak English. One great ob- stacle to this healthy tendency in the fanaticism of a small but noisy party who clamor for the suppres- sion of the French language and of the Roman Catholic Church. This sort of agitation. however much " may be regretted by thoughtiul men, naturally arouses racial feeling. When you tell a. man that you In- tend to appre- him. you ought not to In aligned it he shows tight. minus t in often a wine policy, and " in axially wise in case- of mo and religion. -. _ - United states will be fired by a. French-Canadian. They are con- scious that only under British rule can they hope to retain thPlr lan- guage; lawn! and rang-10.x]. q --_" c or" .0 or o On Thursday morning we were in a new land. Great plains stretched unbroken before us. with no land- mark save the rising and setting sun. " the train tolled over this infinite green waste, under a sky ot Italian blue and through air ot crys- tal purity, we felt that this must he Hannah. who» mum-lee and wheat Good for Bad Teeth Not Bad for Good Teeth AS SEEN BY AN ENGLISHMAN: Sozodont "l “Mont Lieu“ "es - Liu£d .ud rm» 75.. At all stones or by mail. Sample of the Liquid for the postage, 3c. HALL & RUCKEL. MONTREAL. hope one in! I hope she is ant-rt The wicked. lnoonntant woman! ‘AI fumbles: u the II proud and cold- hearted,' Captain Lacy says. and " is quite true. Bo there are three ml.- erable enough out ot the ali' wine are 'tto happy."I the girl think! are 'tro happy.” the girl unnu- soorntully: "and Mr. Damer. too, In. neither looked at me nor spoken to me smoe yesterday." , , I had some talk with a farmer at Poplar Point, not tar trom Winnipeg. He be an example of what may be; accomplluhed with tt little capital“ some mu and much luau-dry. Eleven. years ago he left England with u' family of eleven and n eapital d three hundred poundt llo knew nottbd, lug ot farming beyond what a. man who has llved In the country may! know. Beglnnlng with a holding a nlxnetyone acre-.- he is now Owner: ot nearly six hundred acres. a (In. Wad. alx teams ot horn”, {0:3 head at cattle, and would not his land for five or own slx poundi an acre. Illa sons. trninod on numb. boring farms, nanlnt him on tho eo- tate, and seem nu happy and can. tented gs men can tw. _ C. C. Richards & Co. Dear tRr'r,-Your LUNARD‘S LINF NEXT In our remedy tor sore throat. colt and all ordinary allmentn. [ It Mvel' runs to relieve and can " is I Doubtful Compliment to Woo men by Frank C. lie-tack. Snake. have never appealed to in! greatly. It neon. to require awo- man to handle them. hourly all at them will nitrite at n atreng‘er. but. after you get familiar with than and they under-mend that you met. no harm. the moat dangerous make. are not vicious. I have in Hindi girl who seems to be able to a anythigg with them that a mothen could o with a. child. and it il really weird and uncanny to nee her late at night sitting with her bare feet in their box, while they crawl all about her, and she talks to the. in her strange soft dialect. She he. a nasty temper. and in disliked by; moot of the people about her. but none dare offend her, for they re- member the time when u brute d a porter attack her, and she went directly to her snake bus, returning with a boo constrictor. which made every effort to get "twit {nutenod about him at her bidding. He [led igoomittioualr. Cheap Houses in France. An initabitnhin fiat at Ct a year. with tiled kitcht'n and three or (nun. rooms prepared and tloorrtd in oak, sounds the wildt-st impossibility in n. crowded industrial city. Yet comfort- able, well-built flats have been built at this price in the most crowded quarter of the city of Lyons, and this where the price of l ind on which the tints were built was 25 to 35 francs a squnrv metro. which is rov that more than u squrn yard. The company that started the ventuet has a reserve mm of 540,737 francs. and pays a steady interest of ' per cent. We, say: the Westminster Gov. Bette, onuit to add that the profit. have been largety increased try has, restaurants tn connotation wit‘ the nuts. when n good meal can be ind for 1 I-ad the course, This interestin‘ tutor-stint: is given by the Cooper- ative News. which is loud in It. pain ',,'fd',? Lyons mononic Building 80-! lo 0 Primm-One mark ot the gentleman.- is that he always kcrps m- hands clean. - Glimm--oir, I don't know. I no... a. gentleman who never waits-b Mods. Primm-Ott, come, now! ' Gl1mm--F'net. no employs: soon bl: factory. -' his T-tttpro-o Gui-.199. mI-u " iiiir.iiiiiiiiiiiii2iii, Ti7ii'it mm“! l. . Gun" M In on ad In. h To CUBE A COLtt " ONE 01' a; bis dintlnuod.) Too Long 3 Job.