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O0D Tivuh6G FOR MAN‘L 4A apil; rm C to Death at Famous re Resort. Fleet T CONEY. al Make a Longâ€" c entract. &X i 13 Y nd phoâ€" ves Ausâ€" 1M inish M \lfred nd w t us l Â¥1 by "Lavarick!" broke from Neville‘s lips, and he sprang to his feet. It was l.aurickâ€"de-fierm. half mad with drink and fury. His clothes were torn, his face livid, his eyes bloodshot. He stood holding the door and staring straight at Neville with a look of hate which made his ugly face perfectly devâ€" flish. ~ ©BhI (What‘ o» "That letter I have never seen till ml;'l;..w:l\utuu the matter?" demanded now," he said. "I never saw his daughâ€" ordan rose. erâ€"_* "!Excuse me," he said, hurriedly, and | . "Let me get at him‘" broke in Lavarâ€" hbe took two or three steps to the winâ€" | isk,. struggling. "He‘s killed my gel, my e ~alling Rackel. Sir Jordan knows it. _ Speak But before he could reach it it was | out once _ more, Sir Jordan," he said, burst open, and a man appeared on the | hoarsely. threshold. Jordan looked around. Syivia uttered a ery of terror, and "I am afraid it is too true," he said. turned ‘to the viscount as if for protecâ€" | "My brother was young. the temptation tion. ‘ was great, and he fell; but I had hoped "Lavarick!" broke from Neville‘s lips, | that he had made reparationâ€"â€"" and he sprang to his feet. "It is false! false!" ylnted Sylvia. It was Lavarickâ€"desperate, half mad | "Yes," said a voice in the doorway, with drink and fury. fi; elothes were | "it is false." o torn, his face livid, his eyes bloodshot. At the sound of the voice, full of anâ€" He stood holding the door and staring ‘ guish,m{d strangely ill and reaigned, straight at Neville with a look of hate | Lavarick nttered a atr® stood moâ€" which made his ugly face perfectly devâ€" | tioniess, gazing be!ot:rgim. ‘ iligh. Some one came slowly throuch tha He stopped swidenly and _ the rest, looking to see what had occasioned the break in the smooth voice, saw him starâ€" ing at the French window opposite which he sat, his face suddenly grown white to the lips, his eyes fixed with what looked like terror. "Yes," faltered Audrey. "Then it shall be done,‘ said Jordan, nodding brightly, "Neville is so modest that he would like to avoid the fatted ealf, but he must not be allowed to do so. Let me see; shall we say this day weekâ€"â€"" with tents on and dancing f« fact everybody upon them all. let so joyful an turn pass as if What do Lorrimore and ent, and the forced gaiety as glass. Jord: fectly at his . versation witl "I was sayir to have & fete The lunch proceeded. It was a strange meal, and all of them bad the air of perâ€" «ons sitting over a volcano and preâ€" tending that they did not know it. Audrey and Sylviaâ€"spoke in low tones, Lorrimore and Neville were almost silâ€" "No," said Jordan; "I have not yet had that pleasure. But I have heard of her from Audrey and the dfiofim, and hope that I am soon to see her restored to health. She must be a god woman to have secuded the inestimable treasure of the signorina‘s friendship," and he bowed to Syivia. "If there is anything I can do," murâ€" mured Jordan, always ready with his sympathy and help. Sylvia shook her head. i have sent for a doetor," she said. "Such a nice woman!" said the visâ€" count, regretfully. "You haven‘t seen her, have you, Jordan." That‘s a "She is no better," said Sylvia, in a low voice; "and yet 1 have had such hard work to persuade her to keep in bed. She wants to go to London. P Neville carved a wing, his hand tremâ€" bling. Why had she not stopped and spoken to him as she passed to her prca. Had he offended her. Ob, it was perfectly plain that his "little Syl"â€" ;wlo" no longerâ€" did not care for "And how is Merey this morning, my dear?" asked the viscount. “W'xl;f you have some chicken?t Neville, pass the d?ovins some chicken, will you?" 5l ovil_lg__e.n:edrn wing, his hand tremâ€" ville, then, with a bow and a smile that included them all, went to her seat beside the viscount. Sylvia entered at this point. She ewept l m ghnc‘e of her lovely evyes round ':Eo emile ville to hear a great deal. | As they went in to lunch the viscount informed them that he had wired to lAdg Marlow. "She‘ll be down by the evening train," he said, rubbing his hands, "I didn‘t tell her you were here, Nevillie." "Lady Marlow will be as glad as any of us," said Jordan, with a brotherly to "Where‘s the signorinat" asked the viscount. "The second bell has rung." "She‘s upstairs with Merey," said Auâ€" drey, "but will be down directly. _ You have heard of Sylvia‘s friend, Nevillet" she said to him. se "Oh, yes," said Neville. Jerdan was in the drawing room, talkâ€" ing to Audrey, and nodded to the two men pleasantly, but with a covert seruâ€" ting. He was not looking any paler than usual, and seemed in the best of spirits. "Thank you," sx;d Neville, with a short laugh. "But I want to marry some one else," "So I see," said Lorirmore, "and I wish you luck." They had reached the terrace by this time, and found the viscount there. "Come on!" he said. "Lunch is ".df' and Jordan has been here this haif hour. How did you and he get on toâ€" gether last night, Neville," he â€" said asid : to Neville, Neville shook his head. "Jordan and 1 can never be friends, gir," he said gravely. "Dear, dear! Well, 1 hope you‘ll be eivil to one another toâ€"day t" "Oh, yes," said Neville. Jerdan was in the drawing room, talkâ€" d gmiety which was as transparent lass. Jordan alone seemed to be perâ€" y at his ease, and "made" the conâ€" ition with bland complacency. was saying last night that we ought "Searcely yet sie," he remarked, "We can‘t | Ong his papers." 1 an occasion as Neville‘s reâ€" "Is this true, Jordan" demanded the is if it were of no account. | viscount, gravely. u say to a big garden party, Jordan shook his head and sighed., on t{:e lawn and a luncheon "I regret to say that it is true," he ; for the tenantry, and, in | replied. I found the letter as this man ody?" and he smiled round | states. I know no more, but I know all. Neville too well not to feel sure that he thing," said the vi-:(-n'.mt. | will make reparation." ipital idea, Jordan, eh, Auâ€" ! THE USURPER he replied. "I have yet nodded to the two with a covert seruâ€" lle," he â€" said He made as if to spring at him, but Lorrimore had been wiitching, and had scized his arms and twisted them behind ver be friends, | his back. Lavarick struggled with the strength hope you‘ll be | of a madman for a moment ,or two, when y 1" | he suddenly desisted, and] gasping for breath, nodded his head toward Neville, ing room, talkâ€" | who stood regarding him with fierce anâ€" ‘ _ Neville w then, but s« It was Sy on his brea: her arms wound round his neck. Neville bent his head, a glow of heayâ€" enly joy thrilling through him and quellâ€" ing his rage and indignation. "God bles you, my darling!" he murâ€" mured. "My Sylt" Then he raised his head and loked around. Neville would have sprung upon him then, but something stopped him. It was Sylvia who had thrown herself on his breast, and who, with white face and flashing eyes, confronted the rest. "It is false! false!" she criea, panting. "He did not do it. He could not," and her arms wound round his neck. brother, Sir Jordnfi,â€"hwef;;-};;lné it amâ€" ong his papers." "Is this true, Jordan" demanded the tenueg 1t to Nevi after a glauce at "I never saw it "You lie!" vell it it he Neville looked at him. "What!" be said, in an ominous voice. "You see," said Lavarick. "His own brother told me that it was him. He‘s a liar, too, and I wouldn‘t have believed him, but be proved it. Here, you," and he nodded to one of the fooimen who had crowided in, "feel _ in my breast pocket; there‘s a letter." The viscount signed permission, and one of the servants took the halfâ€"burned erre "What is the man raving about? Auâ€" drey, signorina, leave the room." They neither of them moved. "Isâ€"is there anything in what the felâ€" low says, Nevillet"" he asked, gravely. Neville shook his head. "He is mad," he said. "I know him; there is not a greater scoun«irel unhung; but I know nothing of his daughter. His name is Lavarick, a bush ranger, Lord Lorrimore, here, knows him." "You lie! You ruined her!" shrieked Lavarick. "It‘s true!" he said, hoarseâ€" ly, turning his bloodghot eyes to the others. "If you don‘t believe me, ask Sir Jordan, his own brother. Ask him!" He swung _ his head round to Jordan liercely. "Tell him. You know it‘s true." Jordan hung his head and sighed. "Believe me. Neville." he murmured:; "it will be better to own that vou have "Know him!" said Neville. "Yes, he knows me, and I know him," broke in Lavarick. "Ask him what he‘s done with her! Curse him! Curse him!* and he made a futile effort to free himâ€" self. ‘"‘Look at the fine gentleman; he hasn‘t a word to say. Where‘s my Rachâ€" el, you villain*" It was quite true. Neville had not a word to say, for amazement had strickâ€" en him dumb. "The man‘s mad," he said at last. "Mad, am 1?" yelled Lavarick, hoarseâ€" ly. "No, I am not mad. Answer, you villain! Where is she?t You don‘s know ; you don‘t care! Oh, if T‘d only had anâ€" other day! Where‘s my gel, my Rachel?" The viscount looked from one to the! | Jordan ran to bim and e of the servant ter from Lavari "There, read it! round. Ask him ; my gel‘s, my groaned. Phe viscount to "That man isn‘t fit to sit here among such as you. He‘s a scoundrel!‘ ".\'evilfe, do you know this man?"‘ exâ€" claimed the viscount, enraged and indigâ€" nant. rer "Are you mad?" he hissed; but Lavyâ€" arick flung him off. "Let me be!" he shouted, hoarsely. "The e‘s up! They‘re close on me. I‘m q:m d. But I‘ll have my reâ€" venge ongfim before I‘m taken," and be pointed at Neville. "You see that man â€"all of youâ€"you see him! He‘s a scoun drel!" scount took the fetter and exâ€" to Nevilie, who accepted it, but lauce at it, gave it back. ‘r saw it before," he said. ie‘" yelled Lavarick. "His own Sir Jordan, here, found it amâ€" came slowly through the Lavarick‘s pocket. L 52 ad it! Show it to him; show him if he knows it! It‘sâ€" my Rachel‘s writing," and seized his arm o e e e e "I will trouble you for my pr Lord Marlow," he said, wdvan{mpgog)em’ table and reaching for the notes; but Trale snatched them up and whipped _them behindci bim. "Beg pardon, Sir Jordan," he said. "You denied that they were your propâ€" â€" erty just now; they‘re mine at present, alrmink in size and stature as he realized the truth of Trale‘s assertion, ww ie 2l 12 â€" "No use," said Trale, as cheerfully as before. "I showed the will to Mrs, Parsons this morning, and she recognizes it. She didn‘t know what it was when she signed it, but she identifies it, You will see a couple of blots over her sigâ€" nature, my lord. She made ‘em, and reâ€" members making ‘em. Knew them and the signature in a moment. It‘s no use, Sir Jordan; there isn‘t an inch of ground left for you to stand upon. You‘ve cut it all away yourself!" Jordan‘s head dropped. He seemed to whuBlIAIEL ‘s : & TPpired to concéal a will and defraud Sir Neville and a lady unknown, and it‘s my duty to ask his lordship for a warrant for your apprehension." "I-f’nough of this!" he said. "I repeat, it is a conspiracy, and I wiil punish all that have had a hand in it. As to that â€"that forgery, I shall fight it to the last penuy 1 possess." fully. "You and spired to conceal . Neville and a lady duty to ask his | for your aporehen "You‘re right, Sir Jordan. That‘s just what it is," cut in Trale, quite cheerâ€" fully. "You and Banks here have eenâ€" seuften i B ic ilc Lo s ts P 1 "This is his teeth, "I picked them up when the candle went out, Sir Jordan," he said, almost as blandly as Sir Jordan himself could have spoken. Jordan drew a long breath, and looked round with a sinister expression on his white, drawn face. The game was up, and hbe knew it. He shot a glance _ of malignant hatred at Lorrimore ard Neâ€" ville. 17°¢ fedied, and laid it on the table as he had laid the will. The viscount opened it, and there lay the notes. "Come, Trale,‘ be said. "This sible!" Jordan laughed. "That is the word!" he said. fiossible and ridiculous. Why uy a forgery?" Trale took out a paper pa fully sealed, and laid it on th he had laid the will. ishment heard every word that passed. You were to give Banks twentyâ€"five thousanyl pounds!" "Yes! Sir Jordan; up in the tree, just above where Jim Banks placed the will," said Trale, politely. "Mr. Neville and I heard every word that musam$ Veonllls "Sir Jordan‘s memory is at fault," said Trale, laconically. "He was at the Burrows on Friday night, the sixteenth, for I was there and saw him, and not only I but Mr. Neville." "Neville!" exclaimed Jordan tingly, _ 10 D 062 ATYention, Lord Marlo he said, contemptuously. "This man in league with our clever friand "Twa "+€6s, my lord," assented Trale was found by Mr. Neville, in the of a tree, where Jim Banks had h it while he was bargaining with Si dan for it." Lavarick nodded, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Jordan. "Sir Grevilie‘s lost will, my lord," reâ€" plied Trale, gravely, and with evident enjoyment. "The last will, my lord. Sir Jordan knows its contents. _ If you‘ll glance through it, you‘ll see that it leaves the property very differently from how it goes now. There is a third to Mr, Neville and a third to the daughter of the lady Sir Greville wanted to marâ€" Ty." "What is this?" count,. _ _He drew the will out of his pocket, and placed it on the table in frout of the viscount. At the sight of it Lavarick uitered a low cry. "The will!" he cried. Jordan looked from one to the other, his ‘white face set defiantly. > Lopgy, _ T PvC BC UCEHH s "One moment, Sir Jordan," said Trale. Then he waited until Sylvia and Audrey had gone out with the servants carrying Merey. "Will ygu kindly elose the dgor, Mr. Neville?" he said. Neville shut the door. "I‘ve ventured to stop you, Sir Jorâ€" dan," said Tralc, "as I have something of importance to communicate to Lord Marâ€" low, and I should like to do it in your presence." The viscount looked at the will. "Read it, you, Lorrimore," he said. How did you come by this, Trale? It‘s serious matter. "Yes, my lord." assentail Trals 4T "Do you dare to stop me, fellow?" de manded Jordan. Then Sylvia, who had flown to Mrecy‘s side, uttered a ery. Mercy had slid from her grasp, and had fallen lifeless to the ground. _ Trale stood between Jordan and the window. A scene of confusion followed, in which Jordan glided to the window; but Trale had slipped before it and closed andf barâ€" tred his retreat. In an instant the handcuffs were on, and Lavarick was helpless in the grasp of the constables. Lavarick stood for a moment speechâ€" less, then he turned with an awful ery to the shrinking wretch, and would have broken from even Lorrimore‘s strong arms had not Trale and a couple of poâ€" licemen at that moment rushed in breathlessly from the terrace. Ue leaned against the wall, trembling shaking, his face ashen gray with fear, and his lips stil formed her name. crowd of servants, and stood apart from them. It was Mercy. Jordan shrank back. "Rachel!" broke from his white lips. "Rachel!" echoed from Lavarick, in tones that would have moved a heart of stone to pity even for such as he. "Raâ€" chel! my gelt" Merey looked at him with her sunken eyes, and then turned them on Jordan. She said not a word, but if she had raisâ€" ed voice and hand, an<? denouneed him, the spectators could not have been more eonvinced of his guilt. viscount uttered a note C nspiracy!" he said between 0y Air. Neville, in the trunk vhere Jim Banks had hidden was bargaining with Sir Jorâ€" out a paper parcel, care demanded the vis as cheerfully will to Mrs. she recognizes it was when is impos ‘It is imâ€" should I of aston unwit It The things that come to those who wait are often the things no one else wants. too!"â€"Chips "Whose heime? is that, Jane?" "Mine please, ma‘am." "Yours? Yhy, its‘ a policeman‘s!" "Yes, ma‘am; he‘s mine. Miss Falay Long, the Hazel Green milâ€" liner, and Miss Nancy Sample, the asâ€" sistant postmaster, two of the most lovely and lovable young ladies in this communityâ€"aye, two who will compare with any couple from centre to cireumâ€" ference of this grand old commonwealth â€"left Wednesday to attend the blue grass fair at Lexington, after which they will visit relatives and friends at Frankâ€" fort and in Franklin county. They go as a bachelor team, without chaperon, and dollars to doughnuts that the chivairy of Kentucky will protect them in thought, word and deed. _ And why, simply because they are not gifted in gossip, nor do they sanction slander. How different from the frivolous flirt that occasionally bobs up. But to their credit, be it said, most of our girls are endowed with both brains and beauty.â€" Hazel Green Herald. _"No, no!" said Neville. "The shameâ€" ful story must be hushed _ up in some way. He may keep my money. T‘d raâ€" ther lose every penny of it than have the old name disgraced and dishonored. The thought of it sickens me." "My great goodness, what an escape forâ€"Audrey!" ejaculated the viscount. Lorrimore started. "Sheâ€"she must not know," he said, quietiy,. "And I," said Lorrimore, taking Nevâ€" ille‘s hand. "Cheer up, Neville, if you‘ll let me call you so! There are brighter days in store for vou!" "No!" he said, "only half brother, my dear boy! Only half your blood runs in his veins, and that‘s the half that shows his pluck. He has pluck, confound him! Cheer up, Neville! A thirdâ€"why that‘s five or six thousand a year! I give you joy, my boy." â€" The three men looked at each other; then Neville, borne down by the weight of shame, sank into a chair and rested his head on his hands. "And he is my brother!" he groaned. The viscount went and laid both his hands on Neville‘s shoulders. The two, father and daugnter, were alone for their ten minutes. Then Lavyâ€" arick came down, his head sunk on his breast, his gait so feeble and uncertain that Trale had to give him his arm to the fly thas was waiting in the avenue to take him to prison. As he did so, Lavarick laughed an awâ€" ful laugh, full of malignant satisfaction. "Take me away," he said, hoarsely, and as if he were worn out by the exâ€" citement of the sceme. "Youcan take them off if you like. I wouldn‘t make a run for it if you was to offer â€" me those notes. For he‘d beat you yet, if I was out of the way! Yes, he‘d beat you; but he won‘t while I am alive and here to smash him! I can tell all! I will tell you all. But take me away now, unlessâ€"unlessâ€"â€"" _ He stopped and groaned. "Oh, my poor gel, Rachel." Trale knew his man. He stepped up to him and unlocked his handcuiffs, "If his lordship will let you, you shall see her, Banks," he said, solemnly, Lord Marlow nodded, and Trale put his hand on Lavarick‘s shoulder. "Come up with me," he said. "If she‘s able to see you, I‘ll give you ten minutes with her," and he led Lavarick from the room. \ "Not pauper, Sir .Jordu:" interruptâ€" ed Traleâ€"Neville bad stood unmovedâ€" "not pauper. A third of the property, you know! ‘That‘s better than the five hunâ€" dred a year you offered him last night," With something between a snarl anrd & groan Jordan passed out. 2. _ axcx6 yOu, 1 deeply regret it, but it k the tuth!" responded Lorrimcr#}, grimly. "As to that pauper and seum of the earth"â€"said Jordan, glaring at Neville. _ *"I‘m afraid not, Sir Jordan,. I‘m sorry to say that, tboufh 1 felt certain you were a villain, 1 have had no hand in unmasking you, 1 deeply regret it, but it K We tuth!" responded Laorrimâ€"sa ly Jordan moved to the door, and Trale stepped aside and opened it, but Jordan paused a moment and looked at Lorriâ€" more, "IL have to thank you for a greater {:rt. of thisâ€"this insult and outrage, rd Lorrimore!" he saidf Lorrimore shook his head almost &ai. "Very well," said Jordan, hoarsely, " thank you all for showing your hands so plainly. 1 admit nothing. 1 denounce thatâ€"that thing as a forgery. I shall inâ€" dict you for a conspiracy, and if there is justice to be had, 1 will see you punâ€" ished." "Bravo," said Trale, under his breath. "He‘s game to the last." until you‘ve proved your right to them, and when you‘ve done that you‘ll comâ€" flete my case against you up to the hilt. ‘m going to pay these notes into his lordship‘s account at the bank, and you can gei ‘em by proving ‘em to be yours, if you ean." from now until the end of 1909 for Kingdom. Brains and Beauty. (To be continuec.; HAMILTON SEMIâ€"WEEKLY TUMES vavy iimes by mail $s.00 per anoum. Address %ES PRINTING COMPANY, HAMILTON P_a_il_y_‘fime_s by mail $2.00 per anuvum. This is a chance of a life:time flami!!gn’s" _l_J_e;adiH{- Newspaper lance d, 1908 FREE to all new subscribers to the head almost sad than anything which stamps its founder for all time for what he wasâ€"a man of the highest order of genius, possibly the greatest génius who has borne sway on the earth. The Chinese of the second century B. C., like the Romans of the first, had arrived at a critical stage in Undoubtedly the Work of a Great Genius. The Great Wall is often stigmatized as a monument of human shortsightedâ€" _ ness and folly by many who are willing to rhapsodize over the Great Pyramid. A great architectural work the Pyramid was not. It was simply a stone tumuâ€" lus, and everything goes to prove that it was nmothing more than a superliative mausoleum, a monument of the vanity of the monarch who was entombed â€" beâ€" neath it; and considered either as mere bulk or as an eq?neefinge:gat, it sinks with utter insignificance beside the Grea with utter insignificance beside the Great Wall, a work of vast practical I s‘pose when he‘s in his exalted place Sometimes he‘ll sort o‘ recollect my face An‘ wonder how things goes with old Eb Chaseâ€" folks like me; o o raad a o) i B L ome m I felt real proud, an‘ I‘m fer him, I I shuck his hand., As I druy home I couldn‘t ‘zactly Ne cl c AM0E 0 IL C C3 s . e C uP «Baintins en APangns : Mis 1 s 2 Why this great man should shake with It is, in fact, the Great Wall more I seen him look right at me, that I did; He says my name, and asts how fur I‘ve rid, "Ten mile." says I, an‘ then away I slidâ€" I shuffies 1 shuffies up behind old Doe McNabb, His hand went out, an‘ J jest made one grab, An‘ mutterin‘ some nice piece of greetin‘ I mind it well, th‘ way it come abaout; He‘d quit his talkâ€"th‘ boys they give one shaout, An‘ whilst th‘ whole blame gang was goin‘ out I shuck his hand; it come abaout this way : He made a speech down yonder t‘other day, When he wot done wilh whaot Lo 1.3 "What? Was this trunk of mine a cheap trunk? Why, yes, it was a cheap trunk, but what‘s that got to do with it? Trunks ought to wear, hadn‘t they t I tell you trunks are not what they were." "You don‘t suppose, do you, the trunk makers make ‘em that way now so that they will wear out fast, to make more business? No, no; that can‘t be so; it must be just the way trunks are made now‘davs. "But we put a brand new heavy solid strap around it and buckled it up tight and the trunk went through without falling apart, and now we‘re going to have a trunk doctor come in and give us an estimate on the cost of repairs, that is, as far as it can be repaired, for it never was and it couldn‘t be made a solid trunk. It was originally a pretty good looker, but it had no constitution. "Now, you know you can‘t charge all that damage up to the baggage men; it was originally a flimsy trunk. You say we travel more now than they used to? Yes, I know that, and I know that we ean‘t expect a trunk toted around every day in the year to last as long as one carried once a year, and still that doesâ€" n‘t account for the way my trunk went up the flume, 6 Many Things Happened to It in a Brief Space of Time. "In the garret of the old house back home," said Mr. Stoggleton, "I used to see old hair covered trunks that I think must have been scores of years, I don‘t know but what centuries, old, trunks that looked as if they‘d never wear out and never could be worn out, and them I guess are there still if the moths haveâ€" n‘t eaten them up, and it seems to me as if all trunks were made stronger in those days than they are in the present . advanced era. Those old trunks all used | to seem rockbound, as if nothing could break them, whereas the trunks of now, or some of them anyway, must be hanâ€" dled pretty gingerly if you want to get through with them. "You take that last trunk I bought, It looked solid apd masgive; great heavy bulging metallic corners on it and no end of clamps and thick straps, it looked as if a giant might throw it down from a mountain and not do it any harm; but in the course of three trips one of the hardles pulled off, those massive corner pieces turned out to be stamped tin and the clamps of the same material, and one strap broke and the buckle of the other puliecd off and the bottom of the trunk was split and the cleats inside the trun« spread so far apart that they let the tray fall through to the bottom and generally the trunk got so wabbly and rickety that the next time the baggage man came for it he said to me as he ended it up so that he could get hold of the sole remaining handle: "*You know it really ain‘t safe for the trunk to travel, don‘t you? gab, $1.00 in Canada or the United to secure t‘ say CHINA‘S GREAT WALL. MR. STOGGLETON‘S TRUNK. 1 Shuck His Hand got done with what he I shuck his hand. 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The towers were probably all occupied by pickets, and communication maintainâ€" ed by cavairy patrolsâ€"a very easy matâ€" ter on the platforms of the wall. The gates were doubtless strongly garrisonâ€" ed, and at strategic points along the wall _ and to its rear bodies of field troops collected in permanent fortresses and intrenched camps, The wall itself was a formidable obstacle to a band of marauders; if they succeded in scaling it there still remained the nearly insupâ€" erable difficulty of bringing across their horsesâ€"and a Tartar without his horse is wellâ€"nigh helpless. Did a stronger force make an attack, it must still have been an easy matter to concentrate on the threatened point before the invaders could _ pass in any numbers.â€"Edward Foor¢, in the Contemporary Review. the northern barbarians pressing down from the great. central tablela®d strove in vain to burst through the bulwarks which he had interposed between their ravening hordes and the rich plains of China. the course of their development, and each nation succceded in producing & hero at the right moment to lead it to the accomplishment of its destiny, The prescience with which Julins Caccas, confronted with the problem of finding a suitable defensive frontier for the Roman Empire, solved .c by the occupaâ€" tion of the line of the Rhine, is rightly considered as one of the chief reasons for his preâ€"eminent place in the world‘s history. The guarded river that the genius of the great dictator had made the frontier of the Roman Empire was the terminus of the barbarism for nearly five centuries. Chiâ€"huangâ€"ti was conâ€" fronted with the same problem; he solved it with equal prominence and groater success by an inspiration of genius unparalleled in his . _ Wirere nature had placed no bcr::ryhe reared wa artificial one, lnd ?;-r-;;n ;l.t:;l-rln What‘s in a Name 139 him passing byâ€"â€" TORONTO 10 Jonnnyâ€"You can see: ‘tirough the one, but not through the other. % Teacherâ€"Now, Johnny, look at this. Is that the way to ‘spell windowâ€" wâ€"iâ€"dâ€"0â€"w? Johnnyâ€"No, sir, Teacherâ€"What is the difference beâ€" tween window and widow? "How did you enjoy the Labor day programme *" "Not a bit. It was the punkest game I ever saw. Our club got beat 6 to 0." s | _ Wigginsâ€"â€"Did you know that * | had a coming out party? 4 Sprigfinl-l did; 1 went to the 3 Wigginsâ€"Well ? I Sprigginsâ€"I noticed her gown. I ‘wu coming out all right. When t ’ there she was out half way to her Mrs, Kunicke have memories Mrs. Bocker the husbands 1 them . Smithâ€"At first about hber, but n shamefully. 0° his mi his mind. "But, surely," protested the lately deâ€" parted girl, "you‘re not going to take me *o theâ€"erâ€"infernal regions ?" "Omy for a few seconds," replied the attendant spirit. "We must thaw you out a little."â€"The Catholic Standard and Times. * "But, surely," protested parted girl, "you‘re not Color On to Stay. Mother (viciouns serubbing h boy‘s face with soap and water) ny, didn‘t I tell you never to your face with burnt cork again 1 have been scrubbing half an h it won‘t come off. Boy (between gulps) â€"Jâ€"ouch your little boyâ€"oueh! I‘s Mc colored lady‘s bov.â€"â€"Judge. grapes on. Me an Sunday School you know what a Dickyâ€"Yes‘m, â€" m‘epCs on, Me an jom woodchuck the other day shoes there at M "They tell house now," "Modern: he even has Stock comn»a Sprigginsâ€"I did \\"iglgfim â€"Well ? Sprigginsâ€"I no was coming out 4 there she was out U pity the That m« 1( off e derwe Visito Jailer it of pebbles as souve Gracions, 1 did! home now that 3. § 7 7000 07 @Rbertaining callers ?" "Yes," answered the lady addressed, "but few of mine are that variety,"â€" Louisville Courierâ€"Journal, "Yep." "How do you know "The stupidest me honest."â€"Nashvilla 4 in lailer ith M Car Sh And you walke Mediterranean e 1 should hay A tle W s often you ‘ent broke « Above Temptation Tommyâ€"Ma, I met the i A Case of Aimost igginsâ€"â€"Did you know th. ifter 1 had gon Are you fond of Yes," answered d Political Enthusiasm It is no tric) Is that sor" it d ater Y f him th THE DIFFERENCE it Probably From Boston Natural History Note mickerâ€"Do you think it rn! 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