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ison, of Bath, while Bath rectory. was fTi ARrOtiNN / NeR V _ f 5@ ThHo WonrlLD â€" peculiar accidenst, t ol the back door on the threshold, on the rim of the nching the linger amputated., ; /s rd nm e MCu &2 md BS¢ elr Mont lim Had broken M O i s8, Cloining manufas. real, have asvigned, tween Hermill] ADd d in the Cem { Paris. Exâ€" «l over tha exeept for a luction. were Melfort, the im, is dead. He was born many years unt Strathâ€" will not of Dr. J Ardy Tupper lFaAre / Sih by ithke Mlap Lween Trenton N. J., on Sat.â€" nen _ at interâ€" Instrument ng by teleâ€" «] ourt ; an amicable set. N8 lo the sale of l“'ily_ are, it !! not interfere Dr. ""bonlo, ig Mr. Stewart‘ power relasâ€" uction of the ien Tsin and rol to Chinu. . who was with _ an any new wi to the on the trg rrived at & with tro C€ at 3t. JObn'.. sealing steam. ice floesg., got into the yuolds‘ foug. ud exploded, A 11 bult W & v ie Winnipeg & â€" $60,000, 1t was doâ€" Society. out at .ece.. lOria I#f to rp._ 1C Peaker & recked by vder, and partner, fendan raditio PcC 8t O ricaded ot anyâ€" s party him. 1 had wo lives i _ third Darrow ui meriy sState 1t Chadâ€" Springs, ;auricr .‘u Etruria on he corona. sOr _ arâ€" m. Newâ€" _ wagon trolea. was the Monek Lib e for the isel for or wardâ€" g forth um â€" Di i be disâ€" W appointed Manufagâ€" < A. Ruyâ€" ttee on the d to recom. > their {t Glasâ€" is under i to obâ€" \ York. 0n in irone ng 1to takes vithin LYe .. John spaper, daugh t ep Allain linep D on the ced a l‘roâ€" orce cCO lon ral for was ome, acciâ€" i € troops M uy w ill 1¢ 10Dsâ€" the is the ‘Cause he didn‘t care for anybody and didn‘t wagt sight nor light of any of us," Sir Harry mutters, bitâ€" terly. "I know it well." ‘No," Gillian says. trembling exâ€" coâ€"lingly at venturing, ever so revâ€" erently and delicately, to lift the vol. that hides that story of a young' man‘s [pllyâ€"the bygone. sin, whose secret has bowed this grayâ€"haired man‘s head with sham> and trouble long before the time. A \ot even now does (illian dream Low much lies hidden that her innoâ€" cont touch is revealing. ~No, Uncle Harry"â€"the pure soft chock touches the poor â€" sinnetr‘s lin«d, sunken temples more softly and pityinglyâ€"‘but it was on that evenâ€" ing, last August, that poor George was told the whole truth. He never know it before, Anne said. He told inne when he was going away that nicht, that he had heard it, andâ€"* ‘Heard! Heard â€" what? What? What did he hear?" Sir Harry deâ€" mands, starting to his feet and gaspâ€" Ing hoarsely. ‘"‘Tell me the truth this minute? If she‘s played me false, the traitress. If she‘s played me false, y be even with her." \inne told meâ€"" Gillian says rathâ€" er frightened and nervously pausing amt| looking at the door lest the vory person whom she is about to mention may enter the room the néel minute, sho glances at the bronze clock on th» mantelâ€"shelf, _ and it does not guite reassure her. It is only ten ‘c‘ock, certain‘ly, and Lady Damer Is t expected until eleven : but Inst as she has begun her > stateâ€" moent to Sir Harry, a loud, imperiâ€" u~ ring at the doorâ€"bell has reâ€" 80 e through the house. TI carriage to meet Lady Daâ€" m had left _ the house about a m=â€"rier of an hour ago, as her ladyâ€" ship had said it was not improbable she should return by the 10.20 train. It is impossible that the carriage in have met Lady Damer, and reâ€" turned from Ossory station aiâ€" r ] amd, yet again, while Gilâ€" 1 pouses, the lowd ring resounds through the house, even whilst the roung housemaid, Kitty Fagan, hurâ€" ries to open the door. j What did _ Aunne tell you?" Sir Houry _ repeats fiercely, swaying weaknoss as he tries to stand 1 "Tell me this minute, Gilâ€" Out with it !" Wait a minute," Gillian breathes, pPSca‘d _ ing, last was told knew it b Anne whe night, tha "Heard ! wiha + lA I A Pretty Irish Romance. 4444944800089 48999494999440904000443454 t 44444 %60MMWM%*M*OO#&M*M "Open this dure this minit !" _ & lowd, rough voice calls savagely, "or we‘ll break it in about yere ears In two twos!" <till Gillian â€" remains stirless and sWhent â€" Wikitv nraving â€" for deliverâ€" "till Gillian â€" remains stimess® 81 silent, Wildlty praying _ for deliverâ€" ance, and ciinging to the faint hope that every moment‘s delay is somfi- thing gained ; but ere her auai- ants can begin to carry out their threat she has a fresh terror to contend with. fe e *an, Te o+. <Sir Harry, after a brief pause ol paralyzed amazement, suddenly comâ€" prochends the state of affairs: _ and after hunting about frantically for a The Coming of Gillian: i Rake Laxative Bromo Quiniae Ta®â€" lets. All Cruggists refund the moneJ if it fails to cure. E W. Grove‘s oigâ€" pnature is on each box. 256. you _ talking about, _ &!Pl i ittors, shaking all over in im nce and looking wildly at the r. toward witich Gillian is also iog in a sudden spasm of terror t makes her rigid and still. She heard the heayy door opened vly and with difficulty by Kitty, can â€" hear vi&pes _ indistinetly igh the howling of tha storm, _ the door is shut instantly and lly, as if with a strong, deterâ€" ied hand. here are footsteps in the hall, re are footsteps coming toward library door, and Gillian‘s heart ms to pause in its beating, and nulses chill with a swift, lcy TO CURE A COLD IN ONE DAY. / Cass § Afe yor ap fave ish y 1 coming <B t in ? What about, gll‘l ?" U ,!:; > ie i+ Te ; work. hy serartane 6 I of couple of moments, he discovers his revolver in the table â€" drawâ€" er, and rushes _ forward to join in the defense, in spite of Gilâ€" lian‘s imploring eyes and signs of voiceless enrtreaty, his «poor,â€" _ disâ€" tracted brain and feeble hands makâ€" Ing him almost as great a danger to cope with as the intrudersâ€"burâ€" glars or assassins, as they may be. at ‘em! Ah, ye villains of the world, you‘re comin‘ to rob ~â€"and murder me, are ye? Ther®‘s life in the old dog yet, by Jove there is! Stand away, Gillian, and don‘t be a fool, child !" ¢ _"Let me at ‘em! let me at ‘em!" he mutters, thickly.~ "Get |away from that door, child, and let me "Ye‘ll get a brace 0o bullets in yel, young woman, if yeh don‘t open this dure aforo 1 count three!" rours a voice outside, and a savage kick and the sound of splintering wooul emphasizes the words, "one, two, three!" Two snots follow the words, but the bullets bury themselves in the massive door, and Gillian, who has crouched _ dogyn very â€" low, only presses more heavily against the panel. 64 "Is it alive an‘ kickin‘ y‘are, Misâ€" ther Damer ?"â€" roars the rough, brutal voice. "Throth ye‘ll have to thrate us han‘sum whin we come so far to see yeh!" Another tremendous kick is dealt on the panels, and then a crowbar, working in at the lock, begins to force its way inward. It is only a question of a minute or two now, and (Gillian, leaving the door, pushes Sir Harry back with a passionate entreaty. â€"*""The first man who enters this rouin I‘ll shoot dead on the spot!" shouts Sip Harry. 4 "Stand back ! stand back ! You can‘t do anything, dear Uncle Harry," she whispers faintly, with ber arm around him. " There are two or three men there, andâ€"oh, merciful heaven !" * There is a yell of brutal laughâ€" ter. 1 A cry, that is a prayer to heaven, escapes her white lips, for the crowâ€" bar has burst the lock while she speaks, and the coor smashes back on its wrenched hinges, and two men with blackened faces are in the room, and instantly Siz Harry fites. But asâ€" Gillian has despairingly known, the useless shot but serves to infuriate the men, and S$r Harry is roughly pinioned amd flung back on the sofa behind him, and the taller and stouter of the two men puts a pistol to his temple. "Stir hand or fut an‘ ye‘ll get the contents 0‘ this !" he growls savagely: "just tell us where well get the cash, and we‘ll not thruble you a haporth more !|~ " I‘ll not toll you a word, and @1CN the â€" bhangman â€" will be _ sure to get his own!" poor Sir Harey gurâ€" gles out, half articulately, almost suffocating in rage and excitement. "Oh! Don‘t hurt him‘! He has been so iliâ€"dying almost! Oh, men, don‘t hurt a helpless man‘!" (Gillian cries, in wild entreaty. "Uncle Harry, give me your keys, and I will get out the money these men want!" "Be quick about it, too, or begorry we‘ll help ourselves in a way | Y won‘t like at allt!" the eides of the two ruffians adds. "If you hurt one hair of his head you will wait longer than you will like for the money !" Gillian retorts, with a white face and blazing eyes. "Uncle Harry, give me your keys at once, please, or tell me where your cashâ€"box is !" "I won‘t! I won‘t !‘ he gasps. "Let me up, you villain‘! you blackguard!" "If you‘re not aisy. l‘ll soon make yeh quiet wud a tap o the crowâ€" 1 1 L un taiys wia n n 6+ | * You‘ll give us | l“ you don‘t want out !" his captor |plnioninlt him on | with the giâ€"l, you, bar,‘" ingly "MeantImes AFLâ€" HERC,. UOR c LM Oe bit 0 iron instead o‘ the kays Kir Harry is unpelite enough to refuse," wmidds his colleague, using â€" a . cold chisel and hammer dexterously â€"to the locks of the writing~â€"drawers and burean, and searching them by the simple process of taking their contonts out in nsandsf{al, sorting them through their {ingers and â€" dropping them on the floor. With â€" glaring _ eyes and _ heayâ€" ing chest poor Sir Marry helplessly watches the . work of destruction going on, and Gillian, equally helpâ€" less, watches also, until the man, in forcing open one of the bureau drawâ€" ers, starls & spring, and a secret drawer seems to leap out with its contentsâ€"a _ thick, smoothlyâ€"folded â€"square of paper, and therm, disreâ€" garding the revolver at his head, Sir Harry leaps up and springs at the man, who has the paper in hus hand, with a ferocity and suddenness that literally stagger him. . » C oi oo ienss . . ddanantenic es 1tLerdany. Ss:oBm®® C O00 There is a fierce, horrible struggle for a few moments between the two men, poor Sir Harry and Gillian, who, breathless and â€" trembling, yet desâ€" perately hangs on to the man‘s arm who has been searching. " Don‘t touch Uncle Harry ! I will give you money | Come upstairs and I will give you mone} t" she reiterâ€" ates ; and Sir Harry snatches madly at the paper beyond his reach. " [‘l]l give you twenty pounds if you give me that paper !" he says, at last, hoarsely. his briefâ€"found strength all exhausted. n L o m c clainads s nfeme the Eoo s C ETT Te give us fifty pounds a plece n‘t want your brains blow n s eaptor retorts, savagely, him once more. " Go up giâ€"1, you, and get the money, i©, I‘ll make use of this instead o‘ the kays Kir npelite enough to refuse," colleague,. using _ & cold hammer â€" dexterously |to of â€" the â€" writingâ€"drawoers u, and searching them by process of taking their ut in hauds{al, sorting mial bPOORNFFPHIPH¢¢ grow|s i blackguard!" l‘ll soon make & the crowâ€" w Is. menacâ€" You and cut her throat if she bothers you!" he adds to his confederate. *"*We‘ll be here till mornin‘ wud all this nonsense I" *"*Dou‘t hurt Uncle Harry, or I won‘t leave the room !" poor Gillian says, determinediy #till ; though the other man has holid of her arm and@s hurryâ€" ing her out of the room. "If you‘re not mighty gu‘ck I‘li hang him wud the beliâ€"rope!‘ the brure answers, with an oath, and Gilian, in an agony of terror, runs out of the room and up the stairs as fast as her shaking limbs will bear her, the secâ€" ond of their assailants keeping pace with her. + But just as she is midway up the stairs she hears a stifled yell someâ€" where, and a frightful noise of a heavy body falling down steep steps, and then stiliness. *"‘They are murdering poor Deany ! Poor Denny was coming to help us!" moans Gillian, faint and sick with terror, hurrying faster, fal ing on the steps, and still hurrying, up to her own room, where she knows that beâ€" side her jewelry there are ceighty pounds, "If i wan only get it in time before Unele Harry is murdered, too !" is her one frenzied thought, as she hurries into her bedroom, the burglar at her side still, and tottering across the loor uniocks her dressingâ€"case and hands the man the kussian leather cage of notes and gold. > .& "If it wili ouly save poor Uncle Harry," is her trembling thought, but the next instant, despair, death or unknown horrors all confront her, as. she hears additional heavy footâ€" steps rushing upstairs toward the room. And then the door is flung back, and a big, powerfullyâ€"made man, with an uplifted weapon of some sort in his hand, leaps into the room, and, as it seems to the terrifiecd _ girl, fairly leaps over the other burglar to reach her. With a whispered prayer â€" Gillian shrinks back, clinging into the curâ€" tains of the bed for refuge from her new assailant, until her dazed senses reveal to her that the thiel with her purse has falien down, or been knocked down, and is lying quietly with his head on the feuder. "I owed you that doss of black: thorn syrup this many a day, Joe Roche," she hears the big man say, with a sort of savage pleasantry, as he stoops over her and lilts her up swiltly and tenderly in strong, genâ€" tle arms, whose touch thrills her through hk!‘ an olectric current. "He hasn‘t hurt you, has he?‘ he demands, with stern anxicty. ( But Gillian, slipping down on her knees at his feet, clings to him, fainting, but gazing upward still. with unbelief, with rapture, and solâ€" emn eyes of adoration, as one who sees an angel revealed in â€" mortal form. That is to say that the man who is looking down at her, who has just dealt the enterprising Joe Roche such a merciless bow of a blackthorn stick, is the man whom she has known as George Archer. CHAPTER XLIV. "Is it you ?" Gillian whispers, her hand holding his tightly still, as if she fears he will disappear before her straining gaze. "Is it youâ€"George ? Oh, George ! Oh, George !" She has not one memory of his cruâ€" elty, his desertion, his stence, and hardness. and merciless coldness. sthe has not a fear or i suspicion to alloy the almost incredible iss of the acâ€" tual pregent. Her hands press his, and press them to her faithful heart in specchless _ tenderness ; speech ess love glows in her radiant eyes as she crouches there, kneeling, and looking up at him. "Yes, it‘s me," George answers, awkwardly enough, rathor wincing at the reverential love in the uptrurned glowinz excé, and the tender pressure of uis hands in hers against her throbbing heart. "Let me help you up, won‘t you? You are not hurt, 1 hope, GiLian ?" He lifts her, almost helpiess, into a standiug posture, and though he is scarce willing, he cannot refuse her support for a few momants. "Let me sit down, 1 don‘t think I can walk," she mutters faintly, clingâ€" ing to him still, and trembling vioâ€" lently. "Ill send som»> woman up to you," he says, briefly. "You stay â€" hore,. please: you are only in the . way cet are being imposed upon by unscrupuâ€" lous quacks, Mr. Kunz considers it his duty, as an honest man, to give his fellow men the benefit of his exâ€" perience and assist to a cure. Having nothing to sell, he asks for no money, the proud satisfaction of having done a great service to one in need, he righ:]v considers an ample reward for his trouble. If you write to Mr. Kunz, and follow his advice, you can rely upon being cured and upon absoâ€" Juie secrecy as well. Cl Addross _ as above, enclosing a stamp. No attention will be given io those writing out of idle curiosâ€" lity, therefore state that you really need a cure. HONEST HELP E A RELIABLE OFFER s mph REE TO MEN. To every mother of young children who will send us her name and adâ€" dress plainly written on a postal card,, we will send free of all charge a valuable little book on the care of infants and young children. This book has been prepared by a physiâ€" clan who has made the ailments of little ones a ‘life study. With the book we will send a free sample of Raby‘s Own Tabletsâ€"the best mediâ€" cine in the world for the minor ailâ€" ments of infants and young chilâ€" dren. Mention the name of this paâ€" per and address the Dr. Williams‘ Medicine Co., Brockville, Ont. downstairs. The police will be here presently." "Oh, do let me go down to poot Uncle Harry," Gillian entreats with tears. "Have they hurt him? Have they killed him ?" 6 "Not at all," George says, curtly. "For goodness sake Jou‘t keep me here. He is all right. Lacy and Dick Mahon are with him." and aimost wrenching his hand from her clasp. he shuts the door and rushes away. Ned ze Several minutes elapseâ€"fiveâ€"tenâ€" twenty, it may be twenty hours to Gillian, listening at the door in susâ€" pense and terror. The pendule in the room with her strikes 11, being â€" wonderfully acâ€" curate for‘ a â€" French clock. she knows that it is not more than ten minutes too faet. Suffering Which Doctors Fail to Cure. Thousands of Women Throughout Canada in a Nimiliar Condition â€"Words of Hope to Sufferers. In â€" countless â€" homes _ throughout Canada, where health and happiness should reign supreme, the â€" peculiar weakness and diseases of women are responsible for an _ atmosphere of hopelessness ana despair. This awlul coudi.ion is largely du» to a misugmderâ€" standing of the proper manner in which to effect a cure for female troubles of all kinds. Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills have been more suceess{ul in cases of this kind ihan any othor medicine, and they should be in every home, and should be used by every woman who is not perfectly hearty and strong. Mrs. Fred. Murphy, a wellâ€"known resident of Pubmico Mead, N. 8., cheerfully bears tostimony to the great value of Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills in â€" woman‘s _ aillmenis. . Mrs. Murphy says: "A few years ago my health was completely broken down, my troublés beginning in ope of the ailments which so frequently afflict my sex. I was a great sufferer from violent attacks of pain which would sleze me in the stomach and around the heart. It is impossible for me to describe the agony of the spasms. Several times the doctor was hasâ€" tily summoned, my friends thinking me dying. 1 was wholly unable to. perform my household work, and was under medical treatment all through the summer, but without benelit. My appetite left me; my heart would | palpitate vioiently after the least exâ€" | eriion, and I was pale and emaâ€" I clated. My husband urged _ me _ to iry Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills, and proâ€" cured me a supply. After using the ipl|h~x a couple of weeks 1 could feel that they were helping me, and afâ€" ter using seven boitles, 1 was fully restored to health. From that time until the spring of 1901 1 enjoyed the best of freaith, but at that time 1 felt run down and sulfered from pains in the back. I at onece got some more of Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills and they soon put me aright, and 1 am now fecling better than 1 have done for years. 1 cannot praise these pilts too much, nor can 1 too strongâ€" ly urge those who are ailling to test ‘lhdr wonder{ul healthâ€"restoring virâ€" tues." a Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills go right to the root of disease by mauaking new, rich blood, and restoring shattered nerves. In this way they cure such troubles as the functional ailments of women, restore the glow of health to sallow cheeks, cure palpitation of the heart, anaemia, headache, indiâ€" gestion, kidney and liver _ troubles, rheumatism, partial | paralysis, St. Vitus dance, etce. Be sure you get the genuine with the full name "Dr. Williams Pink Pills for Pale People," on every box. If you do not find them at your dealers, they willl be mailed, postpaid, at 50 cents a box, or six boxes for $2.50, by addressing the Dr. Williams‘ Medicine Company, Brockville, Ont. The British Schoolboy on Animals. us a few extracts from the papâ€" ers received:« "There are two kinds of_ animals, ard they are the quadruped and byped; the quadruped is lions and itigers and such like, and the byped is birds." "Some people kick the poor dog ands give it no food. Then the poor animal bites the first person it comes to, and this causes the perâ€" son to have idiphobery, and the anâ€" imal gets killed. This is all through the people giving the animal nothâ€" ing to eat." A â€" correspondent _ who _ offered prizes in different schools for esâ€" says on kindness to animals serds ""Animals do not go to church nor say any prayers,. They never sit down to get their meals, and we "When the animal dies it is no more good, »except for food, but when we die we have a resurrecâ€" tion."â€"Westminster Gazette. The librarlan of _ Aberdeen Public Library shows in his annual report what books readers call for. In one cagse a laborer‘s last thirty books from the lHbrary consisted of two books in science, one in pmlo_log,v. two in sociology, three poetry, three philâ€" osophy, â€" eleven theology, and eight fiction. Another remarkable case is that of an upholsterer, whose readâ€" Ing in a period of about two years, consisted of one book in sclence, one in useful arts, two in history, five In biography, and twentyâ€"six books of travel.â€"St. James‘ Gazette. WOMAN‘S AILMENTS Solid KFacts for Scots‘ Intellect. Free to Mothers Only. L sBhe (To be Continued.) BMAE ONTARIO ARCHIVEsS TORONTO Kindly tell me the correct way to receive informally after my marâ€" riage. Having been in business, I find mysel{ sadly ignorant of these forms. â€"Susie. Yow can send out your visiting cards to your different friends with a day of the week marked in the left hand corner, signifying that yow will be home on that day each week ; or, if you do not care to receive your friends regularly in this way, you can sead out your cards with your address, which signifies that youw will be at home at such and such an address. Is it corroct to write, print or say Mrs. Dr. W. G. C. or Mrs. Captain or Mrs. Mayor Soâ€"andâ€"8o, when the deâ€" gree and title is only conferred on the husband ? _ We see it in print so often in our home papers that we would value your opinion about it.â€" Dounbt. It is incorrect to use the appellaâ€" tions Mrs. Dr., or Mrs. Captain or Mrs. Mayor, as the title is certainly not conférred upon the wife. Kindly advise me as to the followâ€" ing: I am invited verbally by a young lady to call on her, and she promises to send me her card. Is any form of acknowledgment or procedâ€" ure hnecessary, and in calling how many cards should be left. â€"A. 8. Your calling on her after receiving her card is sufficient acknowledgâ€" ment of her courtesy. You must leave n card for the young lady, and also one for her mother or chapâ€" eronor the lady with whom she is staying. At a small church wedding where the bride wears a gray cloth suit, would it be proper for the bridesâ€" maid to wear a gray cloth dress also? What are the duties of the bridesmaid during the ceremony ? Do the ushers follow the briday party up the aisle? What colored gloves do the ushers wear? _ When one lady attends the bride is she called the bridesmaid ? If a bride does not wear a hat would it be proper for the bridesmaid to wear Oone.â€" Engaged. j "THE LITTLE FAT WOMANY MADE THE WIDOW JEALOUS. It is perfectly correct for the bridesmaid to wear a grey cloth gown of the same color as the New York, Mar. 17â€"She met him, invested in stock nhe had for sale, sued him for the money, lost the suit, sued him for board, withdrew the action, fell in love with him, promised to be his wife, grew jealâ€" ous, horsewhipped him, was arrested and discharged, and now sues him for breach of promise, asking $20,â€" 000 damages. f Such is a synopsis of the story of the acquaintance between Mrs. Mathilda Lynch, a mature widow, and Henry Pelietraeu Cler, a versaâ€" tile Frenchman from the Jura, who, in recent years, has posed as a theatrical manager, racehorse ownâ€" er, brewer, inventor and capitalist. The romance, «or it is a romance, began with the loneltness of Widow Lyuch. Her husband had been auead some years, and she had accumulatâ€" ed a competency by conducting a fashionable â€" boarding house in _ a house on Washington Square, since demolished to make room for a modâ€" epn apartment building. She had plenty of people in her house, some of them men, widowers and bacheâ€" lors, but her heart was empty. ‘This was in the early part of 1897, when the widow was, as she says, just 45 years old. Read the ** Want * Ads. In the pursuit of her business â€"it was her habit to peruse the adverâ€" listng colurans of the Sunday papers, that no desirable boarder might escape. From reading " Board Wanted," she turned to the "Perâ€" sonals.‘* ‘These always intensified the feeling â€" of _ loneliness _ within her bosom. â€" ‘There were so many eligible men bereft of proper â€" feminine #oâ€" ciety. Bhe was sorry for herself, and soon she was as gorry for the unâ€" known specimens of jnascu]iniiy who were looking for wives. Mer sorrow for the men grew until she picked out an advertisement and answered it. Henri Pelletraea Cler called uon her in reply to her letter. HMHe was apparendly about sixty years old, of distinguished _ appearance, with his snow white, â€" abundant hair, mousâ€" tache and goatse. He was woeli dressâ€" ed and courtly in manner, and the widow was charmed. But she was cautious. He told her of his fortune, his occupations and his fads. He was worth $250,000, had been in the theatrical, brewing _ and Financlad promoilng business, was an inveator, and owned racehorses. In prool of this latter statement he several times took her out driving behind horses that had speed, nnd.lhere was theatrical, â€" brewing _ and financlal| promoiing business, was an inveator, | and owned racehorses. In prool of | this latter statement he several | times took her out driving hvl:lmli horses that had speed, and there was | a diffeorent horse every time. . The| wooing progressed apage, but l|l': widow â€" enjoyed â€" courtshinp so much | that she forebore to speak the moâ€" | menious word. she Trusted M. Henri. l But she trusted M. Henri, as she | liked to call him, and when he told ber _«‘ A cha zce 10 mak o. i profitable investment in the chares of a company that was to manufacture a hopâ€"pressing machine for breweries, she gladly exâ€". chaunged $100 for some beautifnul «apecimens of the engraver‘s art. The next move was for M. Henri to take up his abode in her house at $10 per week, however, as she was a business woman. This probably was an unfortunate move, for M. Henri, according to Mrs. Lynch, forgot to pay his board. Time passed, and the first dividend on the hopâ€"pressing stock fell due. It was not paid, and the widow was worried. She consulted M. Henri. He was so unruffled that she became angry and mentioned the board bill. His Gaelic soul revolted at this and he left the house, and the widow in tears. When she dried her eyes, &lho sued him for false pretence in gelling her the hopâ€"pressing stock. He won the case, because the comâ€" bride wears, but it would be much more effective to have hbher wear some other color. ‘lhe bridesmaid should precede the bride up the aisle, hold her bouquet during the ceremony, and should put her train straight when she starts to walk down the aisle again. The usherse precede the bridal party to the chancel and then follow upon re«â€" turhing. ‘The ushers should wear white or pearl grey kid gloves, When there is but one Attendant for the bride she is generally callâ€" ed the maid of honor. It would not be correct for the bridesmaid or the maid of honor to wear a hat if the bride does not wear one. Of course this does not apply when the bride wears a vell., A friend of mine has been engagâ€" ed for over a year to an attractive widow, about 40 years old, Among the friends of her late husband was a gentleman and his wife and a middleâ€"aged bachelor, with whom all were on intimate terms. . Reâ€" cently she received an invitation from this gentleman to meet him in New York, and, with their muâ€" tual friends, be his guest at din= ner and the theatre, Should she acâ€" cept or decline the invitation ? Courtesy. Unless the gentieman to whom the widow is betrothed is included in the invitation, it would be quite incorrect for her to accept. When may a lady exchange cards with a gentlieman ? Are â€" white gloves correct with a black evening gown? When one or two ladies are taking dinner with a gentleman, who should give the order? ls it quite correect for an unchaperoned young girl to take dinner or supper at a hotel before or after the theaâ€" tre, or at any other time? Wager. A lady can give a gentieman her address, if he asks permission to eall upon her and she is willing he should do so, but ladies and genâ€" temen do not exchange cards. It is rather eccentric, but still auite correct, to wear white gloves with a black evening gown. It is better that the gentleman who gives the dinner should give the order, Tirst asking the Jadies if they would preâ€" fer to order it themsolves. It is not correct for a young lady to take dinner or supper at a hotel with a gentleman without a chaperon,. pauy had a legal existence. It was Bothing to the law that the maâ€" chine might never work. Then she sued him for the board billâ€"3350. Logal difficulties had thrown them together just enough to whet the edge of the recently dulled affection, and M. Cler had no difficulty in perâ€" suading the widow that he was all right, after all. There was a reconâ€" ciliation, though he did not go back to her house to live. She finally proâ€" mised to marry him, the date of the wedding to depend upon the outcome of certain deals in which M. Cler was Interested. The widow has friends in the borâ€" ough beyond the bridge, and one Sunday she went to visit them. While on the car en route to Manhattan, she saw M. Cler walking along the street with "a little fat woman," as the widow describes her The widow is 5 feet 7 inches tall and weighs about 250 pounds. _ That evening M. Cler called, as usual, to pay his devoirs, and the widow opened the door for him herâ€" self. She had a horsewhip, and she used it so effectually that the police were attracted. She made the misâ€" take of following her lover as he Ned down the steps, and a policemanrn esâ€" corted her to the Mercer Street Poâ€" lice Station. She was released . on bail and next morning â€" discharged from custody when she appeared in Jefferson Market Court. When she and M. Cler had an inâ€" terview he explained, to again quote the widow, that "the little fat womeâ€" an" was a broken down actress, who used to be in one of his companies and who was related to somebody connected â€" with Koster & Bial‘s amusement entorprises. He only was polite to her, having met her on the street. She was a married woman with #ix children. 1 VFPRT CPTM ERETCCIUC WThis â€" satisfied Widow Lynch, and another truce was «leclared, It conâ€" tinued nntil Jast _ summer, when M. Cler maid he was%z;oing away on a racation. He never returned, and the wicow Jearned that h> had taken up his residence in Oswego. She has learned other things about him, also, she declares, and points to the fact that he had never answered any of her letter®s, and she has written regâ€" ular}ly once a week for four months. Recently _ she becams convinced that M. Cler‘s love had cooled, so she consulted her attorney, Kamuel P. nald (nel had hWim enter suit for her letters, ana she has wrilten TOkâ€" ulsarly once a week for four months. Recently â€" she becamo convinced that M. Cler‘s love had cooled, so she consulted her attorney, Kamuel P. Reid, and had him enter suit for breach of promise, _ asking . $20,000 damages Euit has been begun, and U Cler will have a chance to explain. To visit all points of the Great West for pleasure, education or busness. The Union Pacific has authorized the following excursion rates : * Tweatyâ€"Aive doilars from Missouri River poinlts to Califoroia, Oregon apd Washington points every day, curing March and April. « The widow now is living in comâ€" fortable â€"rotiremenit on West 114th streei, near Eighth avenue, and freeâ€" ly related her woes whon visited by a reporter. Phenomenally low â€" rates to the Pacific Coast aod intermeciate points. Single trip Colonists® tickets open to all during the coming spring and sumâ€" EBpecial round trip excursion rates will be sold to the Pacific Coast at less than oue ctent per mile. Choice of routes returning. People ideantilied with local interâ€" ests at various points en route will show you every attenation It will be to your advantage to make iaâ€" quiry in regard to these low rates to the Pacific Coast before deciding on the trip. Call or address postal card to G, G. Herring, G,. A.. 126 Woodward avegue, Detroit, Mich, d d EXCEPTIONAL UPPORTUNITIES,