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TV Have You Tasted Those who have used Japan, Young Hyson or Gunpowder Tea will appre» ciate the superiority of this delicious blend, always so pure and rich. Try it. After Every Meal "CALADA" W A Flavor for Every Taste It doesn‘t take much to keep you in trim. Nature only asks a Wrigley‘s, after every meal, benefits teeth, HJS BRoFHLR I$§UE No. 19â€"‘26. W GREEN TEA appetite i M YVY i4 A_ by gupy _aygrs Oâ€"DA Y HE STORY e4 Nigel The marâ€" o. When vant i one M d “â€"“, be;t.;:(â€"_fm All at once she was afraid of what she had said and done. A m ArC vou have fiked to thank her. _ Perhaps & when you write you wiA do so for , | me?" zs â€" She did not answer. Her heart was th she wa thoughts down on a written wxomion ?)hnnea by a masterly hand down to its minâ€" utest detail. gan Here wase a way to save a dead man‘s memory, and shiald his name. Uneonscious‘y David Bretherton had shown her how. He asked for Mary Furnival! What easier than to say that she had married, and was even ow on her way to America, whi‘st ‘weted‘y, meeting his eyes fair‘y and squlr»iy. "She is married. â€" Mary Furnival was married just a week ago. She is on her way to America now with hor husband." Bretherton was standing with his back to the light, and she could not wee the fickering amazement of his eyes. When he epoeks his voice was _ She alowed herself to travel no further down that line of thought. She began to epeak slowly and colâ€" "May 1 come in?" She started up with a little smothâ€" ed ery. _ David Bretherton stood cre. She went to him agitated‘y. "I am so sorryâ€"I did not hear you I was dreamingâ€"" . 5 H he was, so lost in her own sad ughts that she never heard the râ€"be!! or a step on the landing outâ€" »â€"never saw a man, who stood on threshold hesitating for a moment if in doubt whether to enter, until [} "Is that so‘* I am eorry. 1 should "I came here this morning because s grave eyes swept her face, and tden kindliness filed them. ou must not stay on in this flat," aid. "It is kiling work living DaAVID S OFFER. walked over to the window, and with his back turned to her. ing so, he asked a question. the lettcr you gave me yesterâ€" my brother‘s letterâ€"he speaks riend of his, a Miss Furnival." answer. _ Mary clasped her . She looked at his averted face e into the room und him. as Nige\‘s room‘ CHAPTER XIV memories. â€" ed at him, trying to smile. nly staying til things can ed. I don‘t want to live uldn‘t afford to, even if 1 15 her yes. Almost it was tongue to say : urnival. You knew Surely you knew 1ed and looked at eadiiy. i gave me yesterâ€" letterâ€"he speaks Miss Furnival." iking AI before the tood 1 wanted to reo you before I go home â€"â€"to the Red Grangs. I wanted to ask For a momeni she forgot that she had allowed him to think that she was Dolly; for the momeont she could only remember the beautifu. old hous> as she sad seen it that once with Nig#! â€"the ivyâ€"covered wa‘s, the sloping lawns.© A faint color tinged her pa‘â€" Red Grange this afternoon." Mary made a little, involuntary movement. _ Words trembled on the !tip of her tongueâ€"words which wou‘.d ‘once and for all have made matters clear between them, words that would ‘once and for all have settled the quesâ€" tion as to whether she should accept his offer or not. ‘ She had only to say: "You are misâ€" {taken; I am not Nigel‘s wife. 1 am Mary Furnival!" and her chance of |going back to the Red Grange would | be gone for ever. She thought of its beauties with a very real heartache. (To be continued.) lawns. A faint color tinged her pa‘â€" lor. Her eyes flashed. "Oh, I should love itâ€"love it!" she breathed, then sgopped. o 32 What right had she there? Why was he making her this offer? David continued even‘ly. "If Nige! had lived, it would evenâ€" tuaily have been your home. I am sure it wou‘ld please him to know that you are there, even though he is gone." % Marie of Princess well as The color had died from Mary‘s face. She was white enough now. She stammered as she tried to speak. "You mean â€" that â€" Iâ€"because %â€"-because h! 19 She could not go on. He answered her simply and unâ€" falteringly : "I mean that, because you loved him, it will give me great happiness if you will come." echoed â€" David Bretherton‘s words faintly. For a moment she looked past him, away into a distance that was landmarked by four years of faithful friendship, ending in a lonely grave. "Don‘t answer me at once," David friendship, ending in a lonely grave. "Don‘t answer me at once," David went on. Think it over. You are lone‘y, and there is plenty of room down at the Red Grange. My aunt lives with meâ€"possibly you know that â€"and 1 think you would like her. I hope you will agree to do this,. 1 want to show in some small way my appreâ€" ciation of your kindness to Nigel, and I think to take vyou thereâ€"to his Romeâ€"* He stopped, as if waiting for her to speak. There was a curious look of baffied interest in his eyes. This woman was a conundrum to him. Apparently she had no wish of trying to get money out of him, and yet what was it that kept her from franky avowing that she way not his brother‘s wife? & All his life women had been of amall interest to David, but this one was somehow different. He moved to the door, pausing for a moment to look back at fier and the little room, still so fuil of his brothâ€" er‘s memory. "Write to me when you have made up your mind," he said. "You know my address. 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But in the country the moon is not an unconsidered and sasual visitor whose movements are of such little account that we do not trouble to study them: It is, on the contrary, the most important and most discussed neighbor we bhave. In town we do not think of the moon in neighborly terms. It is something remote and foreign, that does not come within the scope of our system. We should miss the lamp across the road that sends a friendly ray through our window cur tains all night, and if we went down to Piccadilly Circus one evening and did not see the colored signs twinkling on the shopâ€"fronts we should feel lonely, But if the moon did not turn up one evening according to plan, hardly one Londoner in a thousand would notice the fact. It is otherwise with us country bumpkins. The neighborliness of the moon and of the stars is one of the alâ€" leviations of our solitude. We have no street lamps or pretty colored skyâ€" signs to look at, and so we look at the Great Bear and Orion, the Sickle and the Pleiades, trace out Cassiopeia‘s chair and watch to see Sirius come up over the hilltop like a messenger bearâ€" ing thrilling tidings. We know they are far off, but there is nothing beâ€" tween us, and intimacy seems to make them curiously near and friendly. A ! Is every spring more wonderful than the last? Buch a question comes inâ€" voluntarily on such a morning. Sureâ€" ly apple blossom is the chosen bloom to decorate spring‘s new dress. For look here or there, the orchards are @l clad in white and palepink. Cow parsiey has aprung up everywhere and is having its own way over grass and “Iowor, making a haze of grayish white 'over the green; but the gay young but» 'stercum will not be hidden and are | thrusting up their cups of yellow gold. | The inquisitive cow half hidden in the izrowth turns a mild eye to inspect the stranger, and satisfied of percefu! inâ€" tention resumes a lelsurely chewing. TNot far awary is a long, low thatched , cottage, white and black. There is no sign of habitation, for its back is turnâ€" |ed to the orchard and its windows are !lo the lane. k ‘Proud pied April, dress‘d in all his l trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing. cloudy night that blots out the stars is as gloomy an experience for us as an accident at the electric powerâ€"house that puts out the street lights and plunges the house in Carkness is to the dweller in Hampetead and Clapham The Cheerful Nights, But it is the moon that is our most precious neighbor, and the hour of its rising and setting regulates our comâ€" ings and goings. If it falled to turp up one night all the countryside would know about it. There would be a uniâ€" versal hueandâ€"cry and no one would gleep in his bed for watching. When the sickle of the new moon appears in the sunset sky the cheerful nights #et in. There is no need to light the lanâ€" tern if we want to go to the woodâ€"sheod or to the chickenâ€"run at the end of the garden to investigate some unfamiliar round that proceeds from thence. If there is anything contemplated at the village schoolroom down in the valley it is fixed for an evening when the moon is high to light us by road or fieldâ€"path; and when the moon is near the full we reach the high festival of our country nights. While I have been writing, the m has been gathering power. The n is clear and full of stars. There is glisten of frost on the grass. The v bas follen and the plain that & mers below in the moonlight is so less. It would be a sin not to abroad on such a night. Moreo Ben and Jeff need a run before tling down for sleep. They love moonlight, too, not for its poetr‘y for its aid in the ceaselers, but « unrewarded, task of exploring ral holes and other.futile hints of #p« "Come, Ben. Come, Jeff! Walk From "Many Furrows," by Alphs the Plough., Rain has fallen during the sight The morning is gray with thin clouds and sunlight «truggling to pierce their filmy veil. The air is fresh and damp and the hidden orchestra of insect music is in full play. Spring in An English Village. "That fellow who just went out is a queer old dufer," remarked the bam ber at the first chair. " nut, eh?" inquired the man next to NEICHBOR MOON Can He Prove It? stars is one of the alâ€" r solitude. We have or pretty colored skyâ€" and so we look at the Orion, the Sickle and Shakespeare. gilm i8 on for t trou! maki 1t 1 pou ear ourt #h« t th qu LLG WEAKNESS th th We ty