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wA CC uce "No; that will not do," said Inez. "Promise me that you winll Alez with it under your rllov that you will read it at the time i mention, and that the moâ€" Agatha, gently _ "Who is there?" she ‘cried, wondering who could want her at that unusual hour gb the might, ..._= 5s . 28. â€"1,â€"â€" = * 6 "Let me is, Afintlu," said her sister; "I want to speak to you." In a moment the door was unfastened, and the sisters stood face to face. [ "Inez. dearest, what is the matter?"‘ eried Agatha. She was sturfiod at Lady Lynne‘s appearance. Her face was white, her lips draws, and her hair hung over her shoulders. en S oo "I have been ill all night, Agatha," replied Incz; "I am going to sleep now ; but I wanted to see you first. See," she continued, drawing from beneath her dressingâ€"gown a packet of papers, "I have brought you this. I k-owvrm alâ€" ways keep your word, Agatha,. Will you promise me that in the morning, between seven and cight o‘clock, you will read How long she had slept Agatha did not know ; the morning light shone grey and dim in her room when she was aroused by some one trying the handle of her There was a deep sense of happiness in her gentle heart; there was notmni to fear. She knew that Philip and Inez would take her to marry Allan; she would live near them, and they would be one happy family. She lay down to sleep with a quiet smile upon her “Y;’ her face wearing the glad look of ‘a little child. There was no lighter, happier heart in | the world than Agatha Lynne‘s on that ' evening as she listened to the story oi Allan‘s love. She had alwaysliked him; | there had been a time when she had preâ€" ferred her cousin, Lord Lynne; but he had not loved her, and she was not the girl to waste her life in vain sorrow and | regret. When Philip‘s image faded, Alâ€" lan‘s took its place. She had cared for no one in London, because she felt that he loved her, and she liked him better than anyone else, | "I leave one legaey to youâ€"the care of -Lwr{. Guard my secrets; come when you have read this into my room. Kiss my lip, and promise me that no one, save yourself, shall know why I have a acim, gnudul life. 1 have been wicked, but all will be ended soon, and I shall be at rest. Make Allan happyâ€"and take care of Philip. _ "And, Agatha, my darling, gentle sister, after awhile, when you have ceased to mourn for meâ€"make Allan happy. You are good, you deserve sin I cannot for{ive myself is the sin of ever having loved him. Tell him hi, schemes, his hopes, and his plans are endedâ€"that in his hour of need no merey will be shown to him, for he has shown none to me. Tell him he will try to forget me, but will fail, tor he has hunted me to death. f serve it. Do not let him despise me dead. Let him love my memory, even as ho had loved me. When toâ€"morrow comes, and when you know what it brings, for my sake consent for once to see my betrayer. Tell him I preferâ€" red death to life, and that the only hour of her brightest mum?\k.x. her sin had found her out, and the man shs believed dead had stood before her alive and wellâ€"how he had torâ€" tured her, and would only leave her in peace at the sacritice of her sister‘s ha?inou. "I could not betray you again, Agatha," she wrote. "I might have done so, for you love me very much; and perhaps had I tried to persuade you, you ;:'il’ht have listened to the count. I d not betray you again ; and when I saw you toâ€"night so hapâ€" sn % '{th your chosen . lover, Allan Leigh>~ 1 resolved sooner to die than see you. wropcod. in *"Agathaâ€"sister, shield my memory. Never betray me to Philip; do not let him despise me. Never tell him the story of the flower. Perhaps in after days he may ask you why you did not understand him; then, sister, for our father‘s sake, spare my memâ€" ory and keep my secret. I would have died to win his love; I do die to preâ€" Without praying for pardon she told the story of the white hyacinth, and owned how she had betrayed her sister and robbed her of the love and position that ought to have been hers. She told, too, how she had striven to win that love for herself, and had succeededâ€"how, in ths very She wrote rapidly, and her letter was to Ag:tha. Fhe confessed all to her. 8 told hber in minutest details the story of her life at Serâ€" ranto, its living death, ite unbearâ€" able monotony and gloom; of her fancied love, her folly and blindness, hee rash hurried marriage, her briet dream of happiness and her despairâ€" ing awakening when she found the fatal letter; she concealed nothing. ‘Then she told her of het jonmoly home, and the anguish she Irad felt in bearing with her the burden of her secret. "wrong from the beginn nothâ€" ing could undo it. 1 c.nno’tng:u the shame and the exposure; there is bat one emge., 1 have lived _ a coward‘s lifoâ€"I must die a coward‘s few Then came the temptation and the fall, she betrayed the gentle sister who loved her, the kinsman who trusted herâ€"â€"she schemed, toiled, ani liea to win his loveâ€"she won it, and now her asin had found her out. _"lt has ‘boon a!l m:ong," .1‘“ crio‘t_i. ‘The crimson blood dyed her face when she remembered the dngo had been, the grief and suspense, the sorâ€" mwnoh.dblt!oruumuho now hated with so bitter a hatredâ€" and that letter, which had killed her love and youth and faith at one blow. punz.:mnd grace won those cold Engâ€" lish , and she had learned to lov»s her cousin with all the deep wild force of her passionate nature. She remembered a night, even such a one ns this, when the silver mooulight had rested upon the trees, and she had sat out among the roses, happy in her passionate love. _ _ will read it now, if you like," said CHAPTER XXH HIS LORDSHIP ROMANCEF Agatha‘s heart almost stood still with fear; she knocked, and called Inez, but no answer cam. Then she opened the door gently, and entered the room. All that was mortal of Lady Lynne lay upâ€" on the bed before her, the beautiful face white and still, the lips forever silent and cold. Yes, dead and at rest, with a look upâ€" on the exquisite face that awed them by its peaceful solemnity. _ It seemed but a moment, and the terri fied husband stood beside her. "I will not believe it," _ cried Lord Lynne; "she was not ill last nightâ€"not ill enough to die. I am mad or dreamâ€" ingâ€"I eannot believe it." They could not persuade him to leave the room where she lay; he would not, could not believe that she was dead. "Miss Lynne," she said, "I was just coming to fetch you. 1 have knocked twenty times at my lady‘s door, and she has never answered me." "Feteh Lord Lynne!" cried Agatha, yrith a low cry, as she fell upon her M NT Anvniahiis 2020 mpmen i t Doctors were summoned, ‘the terrified servants, with loud cries, seeking aid, but it was all in vain. She had been dead for hours. "Great heaven‘" he cried, in a voice they never forgot, "she is dead!" lt;v:c ;::t nntri‘l tl]: fimwildn- ment of this s se had away that they thozzt ot asking how she had died. Alas. the &nuuo- was soon answered. There lay the little vial empâ€" ty, and marked, "Laudanumâ€"polgon," Then the reading of that sad letter alarmed her. What did she mean by speaking of death and dying? A dreadiul thought flashed across her for a moment; it rendered her helpless, and she fell back, unable to move. What might be lmpgening while she delayed ? Stlifl. true to hber promise, she destroyed the letter before she quitted her room. She _ was hurrying a,ong the corridor when she wet Stephanic, _ her sister‘s maid. The girl looked pale and frightâ€" ened. "Then he did love me after all," she cried; "but it is best as it is. _ Allan would have been wretched without me. Poor Inez! she has been sinned against as well as sinning." ¢ f proud, could have deceived her husband so basely‘â€"oh, why had she not told him all when she found the count still lived? Pity came after anger. _ What had she not suffered!â€"and then, with everâ€"growing surprise, she read how she herself had been betrayed. A hotrified expression gradually stole over her face as she read that confession. Pity, compassion, and shame succeeded each other rapidly in her mind. Could it be that her beautiful, gifted sigter, had done thisâ€"had married secretly, and never even told Philip?t When she underâ€" stood it fully, and found that it was the count who had blighted that young life, she shivered with sickening _ apprehenâ€" sion. That her sister, Lady Lynne, of whom they were all so fond, and so Then came to her, as she stood there, a vivid recollection of Bertie Bohun ; she saw again the brave young face, and heard the earnest voice. She rememberâ€" ed his words: "If ever you are in trouble, or want a friend, send for me." Once more she went to the window, and looked her last on the blue sky and the fair earth. "Farewell, life, beauty, _ hope, and love!" she murmured. It was not until she was wide awake that the young girl remembered her sisâ€" ter‘s visit, and the letter. True to her promise, she first looked at her watchâ€" it was just Dalifâ€"past seven; then she turned to the papers and began to read them. Agatha wondered for some little time at her sister‘s strange visit, but _ her thoughts wandered to Allan, and then she forgot it in her busy dreams. _ It was the broad, clear morning light that awoke hber at lastâ€"a sunbeam peeping right into her room, and seeming to reâ€" proach her for sleeping so long. She wamdered, with a dull kind of wonâ€" der, if he could helg her; but nc, the web was woven tightly round her, and there was no escape, "His last recollection of me shall be a pleasant one," she said, drawing the folds of her dressingâ€"gown around her, "Oh, mother, mother," she murmuredâ€" "the mother whom 1 never saw or knew â€"â€"if you had taken me with you, I should not have been left to die alone." In the clear, calm stillness of the bright Italian night _ she laid herself down upon the bed she was never more The han4 that raised the fatal vial to her lips never faltered; something like a prayer, a wild ery for mercy escaped her, then the nerveless hand fell down, and Inez, Lady Lynne, "slept weil" at last. She did not look this time at the mirâ€" ror; had she done so, the white Tace, with its awful look, would have alarmed to leave. _ The rich masses of hair fell over her shouldersâ€"a few tears, _ so burning that they seemed to scorch her face, ran down her cheek, the last poor Inez would ever shed. "Yes," she said to herself, "I shall sleep well. I wonder if all sin brinq: its own punishment, as mine has done.‘ 1 am frightened." "I have asked you something in this letter, Agatha," said Inez. "Promise me ypute WAlLâ€"dbge MEK .: .c ~ :. > d _ "I promise you, dear," replied Agath@. "And now try to sleep. You look so ill, Agatha threw her loving arms round the stately figure of her sister; she drew the white, beautiful face down to hers, and kissed it again and again. _ £ _ "And if I have ever ben unkind, or eold, or cruel to you, you will lorglevc me*" continued Inez. "I shall sleep betâ€" ter, dear, if you will kiss me and tell me "I love you all the better for that," said Agatha, with s bright smile. "I have to make up for all those lost yeark" _ . Ts #o." Lady Lynne piaced the papers beneath the pfilow, and then she knelt by her sister‘s bedside. "Agatha, dariing," she said, "life would have been very different for us both if years ago I had come home to my faâ€" ther‘s house. But you love me, do you not, although you have not known me lof Agat 499 Afiter her interview with him was ended, and he had left _ her presence frightened and subdued, Agatha went to the room where her siter lay, _ She knelt by her side, and kissed the cold lipe, murm‘u'r‘i?g the \Lvhile t‘lnlat| she ):.d It was on a bright sunny day that Lady Lynne was laid to rest in the cemetery of San Lorenzo, Those who saw Lord Lynne then barely recognized him; he could not recover from _ the shock. He could not endure the sight or the name of the place where he had lost her. Two days after the funeral he le{t J!ome, and went, he hardly knew whither. done her bidding and would keep her secret well. Agatha never gazed upon that beautiful face again; it was soon hidden from all eyes. 2 t ‘"‘For a man, you say, sir‘? Then I recommend this strong and serviceâ€" able article at 74 cents, reduced from 08.‘"â€"From the Philadelphia Bulletin. "Three years afterward Agatha read in one of the French daily journals a short pamgmgu, which told of the death of Count Rinaldo Montalti. He died stabâ€" bed in a quarrel which took {)lue in a Parisian gamblingâ€"house, and _ Lady Lynne was avenged. & 09 "If the umbrella is for a gentleman I suggest that it be cheap," the clerk said. "For a lady, the costler the umâ€" brellas, never leave them in cars or shops, never carelessly allow them to be l'ifid. Why, there are gold and silver handled umbrellas, the property of ladies, that have been coming back for repairs for forty years. _ _ His schemes and plans were over; the fate of the wicked was upon him. . Go where he would, do what he might, the face of the girl he had deceived and hunted to death haunted him, He tried everythingâ€"he plunged into mad scenes of the wildest dissipationâ€"he sought reâ€" fuge in the haunts of the gay and the worldly; but all in vain. Sleeping or waking, by night or d.Â¥i' he saw that face. fi‘bere was no oblivion for him. He left Rome before the funeral of Lady Lynne took place. 4 ‘"But menâ€"dear me! Men are liable to lose an utmbrella the first day they take it out. * Agatha Lynne spoke but few words to mim; they were what a good spirit might have used, but they were apoken in vain. He listened while she repeated the words Incz had written. ‘The power of speech seemed to have left him. He had, in his mercenary schemes, pushed his eruelty and persecution too far, and they had recoiled upon himself, Lord Lynne‘s young wife. The Palazzo Giorm was thronged with visitors, callâ€" ers and friends. Agatha Lynne saw but one, and that was the Count Rinaldo. She gave orders that, if he called, she into the darkened â€"room where she sat. wished to see him; and he was shown He was pale and agitated. "Miss Lynue," he said, in a low voice, "I dare hardly ask can this sad news be true?" * "It is true, Count Montalti," she reâ€" plied. "Who should know better than yourself? â€" You hunted her to death. I will give her last message to you, and then never let me see you more. For your own base and cowardly sake, you will keep my poor sister‘s secret. Its betrayal will harm no one but yourself, She is safe out of the reach of all the harm vyour slanderous words can do her." But he could give no comfort. Agaâ€" tha Lynne sorrowed as one who has no hope. Others grieved for what they considered the consequences of a sad acâ€" cident; she alone knew the truth, and it weighed her down nearly to the grave, Every word of that letter seemed burned upon her heart, She could not forget it; she could not forget the last deâ€" spairing clasp of her sisters‘s arms, or the look she gud seen upon her face. It was a fearful secret for one so young to keep, but she guarded it well. CHAPTER XXXTIL To this day, in the great cemetery of San Lorenzo, at Rome, people show the grave of the beautiful lady who died at the Palazzo Giorni, and whose husband sorrowed so deeply that he became ill and nearly lost his life. There is a fair white marble monument, and it tells the age and name of the illâ€"fated lady who sleeps beneath. Years afterward, when the sad story was fading in men‘s minds, there came one day to the grave a young English officer. He had travâ€" ced from Canada, he said; and the guide who took him to the cemetery saw him lay his head down upon the marble, while deep, bitter sobs shook his frame. Bertie Bohun never forgot Lady Lynne; no other woman‘s face ever charmed him. He never spoke of love again; his heart was buried in the grave of the beautiful, brilliant girl, who had remembered his love in the last and most bitter hour of her life. Never had any event caused a greater sensation than the sudden death of "Agatha," he said, "my dear one, you must not grieve so much,. You will he ill yourself." Tears rose to Sir Allan‘s eyes as he remembered the look upon his friend‘s face last evening, and how he had smilâ€" ed when he had bidden him call at three toâ€"morrow, As soon as he arrived at Lord Lynne‘s he asked to see Agatha. Years of bitter sorrow seemed to have passed over that sweet face since he saw it last. It was white, and dark shadows were beneath the large sad eyes. "It is true, Sit Allan," said the man, "and my master is half mad. ‘There is no one to superintend any . arrangeâ€" ments,. Will you come to the Palazzo, for I do not know what is best to be done? Lord Lynne seems as though he could neither hear nor speak." 3 "Can it really be true, Holland?" he asked of the trembling servant. "When we left Lady Lynne last evening, she The young baronet‘s horror at hearing of the tragedy was unbounded. _ _ Agatha and Lady Florence were beâ€" wildered by the dreadful shock. Lord Lynne was incapable of attending to anything. His valet fetched Sir Allan Leigh, thinking his master‘s friend would best take his master‘s place. a Then the '”fl.fif frightened _ Steâ€" phanie told how her lady suffered agonâ€" klwitbmn.lfh,aldhov.hotookn little opium to lull the pain, â€" _ . So every one believed; there was no reason to doubt it. The wretched and unhappy eommit suicide; but mo care. trouble, they said, had ever come to tf: brilliant and beautiful Lady Lynne. The news gradually trretd. and _ a crowd of peorle assembled around the Palazzo Giorni. They spoke in whispers of the terrible accident, of the wealth and loveliness of the lady who lay dead, of the grief of her husband and the sorâ€" row of her friends,. But amongst that vast crowd no one whispered that the lady upon whom Nature and wealth had lavished their fairest gifts had hy her own hand cut short the life that her own folly blighted. _ 4 looked well and the odor of it s¢ill 1 itc 2008 Hps _ I lill'unl‘u -hponfie "Last night," said the poor girl, "m lady was ill with it; she mut‘;nvo ili tended to take enough to quiet the pain and have taken too much." Men the Umbrella Loser. (To be continued.) and happy." o ie Allan" Hogeiia C us u4h The Reason. Mrs. Crimsonbeakâ€"See _ how nicely that team of horses go along. Why ean‘t man and wife trot along pleasantâ€" ly together like that? _ Mr. Crimsonbeakâ€"Well, you see, there is only one tongue between those two horses.â€"Christian Advocate. Spanking does not cure children of bedâ€"wetting. There is a constitutional cause for this trouble. Mrs, M. Sumâ€" mers, Box W. 8, Windsor, Ont., will send free to any mother her successful home treatment, with full instrutions. 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But, as 1 say, everybody in this country seems to wear them with the trousers out at full length."â€"Cleveland Plain Dealer, A Jap staying at one of the local hoâ€" tels stood looking at a haberdasher‘s window at a bunch of shirts and pajamâ€" as all decorated with bargain day tags. Broken in spirit, weak in body, nervous and discouraged. Something is wrong, and each day sees you failing away. Just one thing to doâ€"Build up. To do this, use Ferrozone. What a tonic it ist Apâ€" petite, why it makes you eat tremendâ€" ously. Digest, indeed you will. Rich red blood will carry nourishment to every corner of the body, tired organs take on new life, color, spirit and ambition are restored. Perfect manhood and abountâ€" ing health is the unfailing product of Ferrozoneâ€"try it, 50c. per box everyâ€" where. The town of Tidahom, in Sweden, exists entirely by its matchmaking industry. It is situated in th> forest district of the province of Skaraborg, and its population is 3,000. The s)rin- cipal factory is said to be th argâ€" est in the world. Each year 600,000 cubic feet of wood are split up into matches. It is claimed, according to a Paris contemporary, that the factory turns out 200,000,000 matches a day. In the boxmaking departmient there are 300 machines, capable of produtâ€" ing 900,000 boxes each day. . The weight of the labels used in a year alone amounts to 124,000 kilograms, and 18,000 kilos. of flour for paste are consumed, a kilogram being a little more than 2 pounds 3 ounces. Bill de Burglarâ€"Ther‘s one t bou: these mouuted &'luoâ€".. Pete de m‘nâ€" ‘ot‘s that? BiJ! de Burglarâ€"They can‘t ride It may be difficult for us who see but dimly and whose vision is limited. If we take particular events and measure them by our own ideas of God‘s proviâ€" dence, we shall wither away through fear or perish in our own conceit. After we have laid down our premises with all possible selfâ€"satisfaction, after we have drawn with intellectual pride our conâ€" clusion, and added a corollary, there reâ€" mains the greatest mct of the mind to performâ€"to believe where we cannot soe, and bow when we should not contend. _ There is this to be said on the other side: that the man who cries for light knows that there is light, though he himself be sitting by the wayside blind. The man too who longs for truth knows that there is such a thing beneath the eddying eurrents of thought and the wavelike disputes of men,. The Oxford professor concludes his letter with a narrow question: "Is it easy to reconâ€" cile this Italian catastrophe with the providential government of the world*" in my hands to be given nwa““Perhm this one box will cure youâ€"it done so for others. If #o, I shall be happy and you will be cured for 2¢ (the cost of a postage stamp). Your letters held confiâ€" denunlfiv. Write toâ€"day for my free treatâ€" ment. MRS. F. E CL'R‘!AH. Windsor, Ont. Growing Old Before Your Time Are you discouraged? Is your" doctor‘s bill a heavy financial joad? Is your pain a heavy physical burden? I know what these mean to delicate womenâ€"I have been dllcouuied. too; but learned how to cure imyself, want to rellevwour burâ€" dens. Whfilnoz end the pain and stop the doctor‘s bill? I can do this for you and will if you will assist me. _ _ " _ _ _ 5; 'Kll"?rfifi'nse'fi do is to write for a free box of the remedy which has been placed in my hands to be given away. Perhaps Race Between Engine and HMorse. It has been some time announced that the new machine for travelling without horses, being impelled entirely by steam, was matched to run twentyâ€"four hours against any horse in the kingdom, ‘This bet, so novel in the sporting world, will be decided on Wednesday and Thursday mext. ~The machine is to start at 2 w‘clock on Wednesday on its ground in the fields near Russell Square to demonâ€" slrate the extent of its speed and enâ€" durance. Very large sums are dependâ€" ing on the issue. When the Jap Sleeps in Pajamas Don‘t lie awake nights, to nervous and f"‘:rhh Ten to one yournleepless. ness is caused by a torpid llver.. '? Jlevé;ll:rn' treatâ€" e &en tnnlo-hxntl;o.m:m make your nights restful Sigmc geqhintnat mail. _ 8. C. Weils & Co., Toronto. s cQurity A _ Woman‘s Sympathy Point in Their Favor Human Limitations. (Catholic Record.) "Allumettopolis.‘" ride no ninetyâ€" thing I like Burns, etc Minard‘s Liniment Reliaves Neuralgia "For instance ?" "You can sit up in it as you pass a friend, and crawl under it when a credâ€" itor.htm in sight."â€"Louisville Courâ€" _ Miilionaireâ€"Great Cacsar, draw aunuities never die! ierâ€"Journal Minard‘s Liniment for sale everywhere His Legal Adviserâ€"That distant relative of yours in an old nulsanse, you say, and yet you think you ought to do something | for him. do you? Well, why not settle an an puity on bim* ago a friend was talking to him about the good times that novelists of toâ€"day have compared with those of the past. *‘You modern writers don‘t work â€" so hard," he said, ‘"and you are paid twenâ€" ty times as much as you ought to be." Mr. Riley gently shook his head. "‘You labor under a misapprehension, _ my boy," he replied. "‘The chief difference between the old authors and those of toâ€"day is simply this: They died and their works live; our works die and we liveâ€"as best we can." James Whitcomb Riley is evidently no believer in the greatness or enduring quality of modern literature. Some time He was directed to sit up, and with a large spoon handlo the tongue was press ed down and back with steady foree to allow inapection of the fances. _ Firm pressure on the tongue with the hope of further noting the action of the palatai muscles was continued, when to the doctor‘s surprise and the patient‘s a« tonishment and joy the hiccough ceased. When the hiccough returned the patient himself stopped it by using the spoon handle.â€"London Globe. To Stop Hiccoughs. Dr. Louis Kotipinski reports the a: rest of pel’dlt('nt.fticcough by depressing the tongue,. A patient was attacked by hiccough, whion had persisted for fou: days before being seen by the doctor. He complained of the fuiness of | the throat, a condition which he thought the result of the biccough, o A new discovery. Has more o N. rejuvenating. vitalizing force than has ever before been offered Suficrers from lack of vigor and vital weakuess which sap the pleasures of life should take C, N. One box will show wonde: ful results. Sent by mail in plain package on‘y on receipt of this adveriisement and one dollar. Address, The Nervine Co.. Windsor, Ont. Where a Miser Hid Her Coins. A death in a poor part 0f Budaâ€"Pesta has just brought to kght an extraordin ary story of a woman‘s double life, She had lived apparently in poverty and semiâ€" starvation, subsisting partly on charity, but a search of her rooms, which were in a terrible state of neglect, revealed that she was worth a million kroneu, chiefly in house property. A number of stuffed cats in hes room were full of comn, The womar was well known in the better part of the city, where she owned several blocks of flats, the rent of whick she collected hera@1.â€" â€"l.ondon Giobe. but disposal is more difficult, Write for cir culars explaining our new system of selling to the best advantage. . THE PATENT SALESMAN CO., Rochester, Por circular adâ€" dress, J. B. Ritiechouse, 70 Pearl etreei, ‘Toronto. PATENTS ARE EASILY PROCURED w ANTEDâ€"SOUTH . AFRICAN â€" VETEER @03‘ land warrants; apot cash paid. W P. Rodgers, real estate agent, 606 Mcolotyrs block, Winnipeg, Man. WOOLLEN MILLSâ€"A TWOâ€"8E7T MIHL the only woollen mill is Manitoba, to rent on easlest terms; it is owned jlocaily and was successfully operated till the ad vance in price of wool, when it was closed; t present price of wool, good money can be made; there is a Jlocal market for enough batts. blankets end yarns to keep the mill going at its full capacity throughout the vear; no local competition in buying or selling capital required to operate successfully, $2, 000.00; leasee can bave option to purchase at 000.00; leasee can hbave option to purchase at erd of his lease. For particulars apply to A. C. D. Pigott, Secretaryâ€"Treasurer, Morden, Man SM WILL BUY OXE OF THE BEST bakery, confectionery and . ice cream businesses in live town in Ontario; large premises; manufacture both ise cream and candy. wholesale and retail; established 2i years; doing $17,000 business yearly; a sBap for good live man with a little capital, . Ad> dress Box 376, Lindsay, Ont. AOI!I'!'I WANTEDâ€"OTHERS â€" CLEAR ¢wenty dollars weekly. Why not you? Alfred Tyler, London, Ont. "The automobile is '1‘ IN SHOP POR SALEâ€"RETIRING OX mccount of age; best place in all Canâ€" ada for good plamber and tinmer, Vivian Vance, Exsex, Ont. 4NA io advertise our goods, tack up show» card« in all conspicuous places and distriâ€" bute amall advertising matter. Commission or salary. $33 per month, und expenses, $4 wer day. Steady work the year round; enâ€" tirely new plan; no experience required. Write for particulars. Royal Remedy Co., London, Ont., Canada. WI WANT RELIABLE WOMEN, ALL over Canada to work for us during their spare hours, selling our high grade Perfumes, Toilec Requisites, Teas, Coffecs eic. No experience neeouu{i. Work pleasâ€" act and remunerative. The Home Sneviaities hi EN WANTEDâ€"IN EVERY LOCALITY to advertise our goods, tack up showâ€" United Typewriter Co., Adelaide Stroet East, Toronto A large institution recently purchasâ€" ed 80 Underwood typewriters, discardâ€" ing 8£0 machines patterned after the Underwood. By buying Underwoods in the first place they would have saved 0. Tranby Avenue. Toronto, Canada. The Affectionate Kinsman The Way of Authors., LAND WANTED. HELP WANTED. FOR SALE. PATENTS NO,. 10, 1909 TO RENT who SCOTLAND‘S SEFâ€" Delayed by Fatal Accident Road This Morning. Sey country whooting a! sensation y Wirst report «leclared _ fatally wor in a seriou ©oâ€"incident terday that in her ow city‘s fashi someone th JiAberal 1 drew De These well known io of nearly the same ag seventyâ€"two and Mr. 1 This Time It Is a Liberal Vic South Edinburg‘». Umonst cai was renders appointmen wut on sho pointment v and the wi South Edin political his it had chan election and 1892 it wer 491, In 18 the candida gecured a n in 1899, and at the byâ€"= wlection in A Brother of H, P. Dwight a Colleague in the Fif brother of the Compan s A remarkabl} tion with Mr. J death yesterday Burneti, manay Telegraph Comp Burnett succeed at Buffalo in 18 charge at that p une years old Desperate Burglar Fired On man and Citizenâ€"â€"3oth In{ The bullet last night, : X«4ay on hi Following the «hockin which has | able to «is conmection the opinion that they « bas created for Scotian $§,964 pollc eaperien died of q his home« SHOOTING AFFA AT HAMIL *"Mands uj From the wther and passed anornin continu of th in Scit] Liberal London, Ma» this city for B special train « 1 was «lela) n:id' ey, about don, owing t caused by the . trains at Tunl sons were kill to Dover over Seotlan home, 1 when x Thief Made His Escapeâ€"H Caught in the Act. wtreet north wwelock. Th erate. . Con: the burglar stoien stufl and the m of the burg! but he neve “Ql‘tldo he shooting can that the ow while the tw being looked Smith was pital and me by Dr. Bingls ‘That ther lAng around | awurder or a again last i ton‘s guardia Emith, and a went to Sn by a burglar M‘.‘.' cially ann that the I MacVeach Secretal sOn sham. Postm cock London Necret L,, Mey beeret Ballings Necre! O Becretary Charles N2 Mr, Jam Canadian : Line, com} wam Linc, : land Amer Tovout« THE KING‘S T Attort TICKERS DEA TAFT‘s NEW CABINE (Mamiltor tauy Simi M 1 ad ti M K 1d w ft1