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ing to find Miss Varney at her bedâ€" side; she started up with a little exâ€" clamation. "Is it very late? Oh, I am so sorry!" She glanced apprehonsively at the The marriage of Dolly and Nigel Bretherton proves an unhappy one. When war is declared, Nixph glad to enlist. He leaves Doll; in the care of hgl friend, Mary PFurnival. Nige! is killed in action and Dolly marries an old sweetheart, Robert Durham. Dolly and Robert sail for America and word comes of the sinkâ€" ing of the ship on which they took passage. When Nige!‘s older brother, David, calls to see Nigel‘s widow, fihry is ashamed to tell him of Dolly‘s marâ€" rlage. David mistakes Mary for his brother‘s wife and asks her to come to live at Red Grange with him and his aunt, who welcome her when she comes. ilary tolls the aunt, Miss Varâ€" ney, that nobody else loved Nigel as Mary loved him. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY. Mary said nothinz. There was a leaping pulse in her throat that seemâ€" ed to be choking her, but she tried to smil, mecling the elder woman‘s wistâ€" Iui gaze. "I suppose we don‘t all feel things in the same way," she said brokenly. "It‘s just that, isn‘t it?" She rose to her feet with a litte weary gesture. "! wonder if 1 might go to bed?" she said, half apologeticaly. "I feel so tired. Would you think it very rude NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY. "I think 1 understand; and I think you wou.d if you had seen David as 1 did late that nightâ€"th> first night we came back here. I heard a sound alougy the corridor, and 1 came out of my room to see what it was, and there was David going down to the picture gallery. 1 fo:lowed kim, and 1 found him standing in front **@ike& portrait of Nige!, and his faceâ€"oh, you wouldn‘t have said he didn‘t care any more if you had seen his face as I did!" CcHAPTER xXXxv. | But one cannot be altogether sad AT THE RED GRANGE. iWh“" the sun is shining, and before Mary Furnival woke the next morn. She bad gone far with David she found She went up to the girl‘s room with r. She kissed her most affectionateâ€" as she said good night. "Sicep we‘ll, my dear, and try and lieve that there is plenty of sunshine life for you still." % Mary smiled rather quiveringly. "Ill try," she said. But when the door had shut on Miss irnoy‘s kindly face, she went over We Offer Toronto‘s Best Prices. LINES, LIMITED St. Lawrence Market Toronto 2 M COMMERCIAL SUBJECTS, MANUAL TRAINING, HOUSEKHOLD SCIENCE AND AGRICULTURE AND HORTICULTURE are provided for in the Courses of Study in Public, Separate, Continuation and High Schools, Collegiate Institutes, Vocational Schools and Departments. Coples of the Regulations issued by the Minister of Education may be obtained from the Deputy Minister, Parliament Bulldings, Torontc. 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A momentary wave of sadness swept through her heart as she went back upstairs for a hat and coat. It seemâ€" ed, somehow, a mockery to be glad that the sun shone, and that she should be here at Red Grange, when one reâ€" membered that lonely grave someâ€" where in France, and the horrors that were daily being enacted there. herself chatting and talking with him almost happily. "Aren‘t you very proud of your beautiful home? I think it must be wonderful to know that you are one of a family who has lived here for generations and generations; that it all belongs to youâ€"" "I am proud of it, even though I sha‘l probably be the last Bretherton to live here." She looked up startled. "What do you mean?" "Only that now Nige! is gone there horr cag in jus V« Mary looked at everything with a sort of awe. She had been used to such pain homeliness all her life. There was something luxurious and del.ightful in this new daintiness of surroundings. She went down the wide staircase wondering what the day would bring forth. In the ha‘ll she met David Bretherton; he stopped when he saw her, and he‘d out his hand. "Aunt Florence tels me that you have broken the record for a long sleep," he said, smiling. "I hope you feel ail the better for it." "They‘re bringing your breakfast up to you. The fire has been lit alâ€" ready, you see; it shows how soundly you slept." "It seems impossible!" Mary had been so sure that she wou‘d not be able to sleep at all, and now for nearly twelve hours she had slept dreamlessiy. A smiling maid brought her breakâ€" fast, and set it on a small table close to the fire. It was ali most daintily served; the little teapot was silver; the tray cloth of fine linen, embroidâ€" ered with the Bretherton crest. She enjoyed her meal thorough‘y;, she felt new energy and anticipation thrilling her as she dressed. The dullâ€"| ness of yesterday had gone; the suni was shining; sparrows twittered 'w| each other in the ivy that covered the: face of the old house. ; "Oh, I am sorry! I had no idea it was so late, I never sleep on like this." Miss Varney Jlaughed. "I am glad you have, my dear; you looked worn out last night; I told them not to disturb you. Have you had a good night?" Mary looked rueful. "Much too good, I‘m afraid. I will get up at once." , cheeks. pointed to ten. litte clock on the mantelshelf; it U She A distressed flush colored her 1 am afri ribly lazy a rule. / , too!" Would y« t going | come wi I should rne int Florence broken the * he said, sn i1 the better flushed a li > with uld k« s to s afraid you WERWBL MICC MOJ HEGEIC UOCCB the ha‘l she met David M 4 ta cA \ C ; he stopped when he saw S K t "1' A »‘d out his hand. * 2 T se 3 { ‘lorence tells me that you} h 4 o ftiom», Ns \ n the record for a long U y j C R aid, smiling. "I hope you| m Afd f better for it." ed a little. | * q_ @ raid you must all think me | & bike y; I am always up so early, ‘ t s And on such a fine mornâ€" - 2 ,\ MEA you like to go out? 1 am o : :: * > round the gardens; wi.l t p e s ith me?" & y 5’ f 1 love to." She was all "yo s ’_. y _ MA | o see the wellâ€"remembered [# a $ would rather reâ€"visit them 7 4 ]’ P \f/ »\..J than anyone, seeing that| . T c V *: ) ever walk there again with | J w '. Â¥ "Â¥ s’ aid, smiling. better for it ed a little. love ) see would than ver w e to." _ She was a. : the wellâ€"remembered d rather reâ€"visit them n anyone, seeing that walk there again with i She did not answer; she was beâ€" !ginning to realize with a sort of horâ€" ror what her deception really meant. ‘It was a continuacy acted lie. She Iwas proposing to live, day after day, taking the respect and attentions due to anoctherâ€"robbing the deadâ€"robâ€" | bing the dead. | "Not even when they care very much for you in return?" | _ "But sometimes they don‘t," she told "He cut his forehead bad.lyâ€"I dare say you have seen the scarâ€"but I don‘t think he minded, as it meant an extra week at home. He always hated "Yes, I know," she answered vagueâ€" ly. She was wondering what wou‘ld happen if suddenly she stopped, turnâ€" ed to this man, and said: "I am not Nige!‘s widow. I was never his wife. I have no right here CHAPTER XXVI. A DIPRICULT PATH. He took her down to the stables, and showed her the loft where he and Nige!l had played as children; he showed her the stepâ€"ladder staircase down which Nige! had once fallen on the last day of the ho.idays. He did not look at Mary as he spoke, or he might have seon the sudden pa:â€" lor that drove the color from her face; she turned abruptiy and walked a step away. "When David rejoined her: "Smithers knew Nige! when we were both little boys," he explained. "He was here on the estate as a lad in my father‘s time." Once he stopped to speak to one of the gardeners; the man glanced at Mary and touched his cap respectfully. him. "And thenâ€"" She broke off, wondering if he realized what her words conveyed, but he made no comâ€" ment, and they walked on silently. "This is Mr. Nigel‘s widow," said David. They had reached the end of the path skirting the lawn, and David held open a little gate leading to a kitchen garden and paddock beyond. "If it is nonsense, it‘s very charmâ€" ing nonsense," he said, smiling. "You make me feel that I have missed a great deal by being a bachelor." She shook her head. "I didn‘t mean that; it isn‘t all roses when you care for a person very much." "Oh, Iâ€"" She broke off. "I am afraid I have been talking nonsense," she said distressfully. "Oh, but you musn‘t think that," she to‘d him impulsively. "It‘s only just that you haven‘t met the right woman yet; some day she will come along, and thenâ€"" "Yes, and then?" he echoed. "Well, then, all the world will seem changed and different; you will wonâ€" der how you ever managed to live without her." His gray eyes searched her face. "Is that how one feels when one is She looked up and quickly away again. in .0ve He shook his head. "It‘s not very probable; I‘m not the sort of man women care for, even if I wished them to." He smiled, looking down at her. will be nobody to carry on the C. White, British President of the Rotarians, Belfast; J. E. Appleyard, Leeds; H. Winnicott, Plymouth; J. E. Webb, Truro; L. F. King, Bournemouth. Ladies are: Mrs. C. White, Mrs. Appleyard, Mrs. Webb, Mrs. Smith, Miss Coghill, Mrs. Kingston. Back row: J. Smith, Liverpool; W. Curdy, Dublin; C. Kingston, Dublin; J. Riddell, Doncaster; Edward Willens, Brussels; G. Charlesworth, Doncaster; W. Webber, Plymouth. 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His voice sounded kind and sincere; there was nothing but earnest sincerâ€" ity in his eyes; for a moment she longed to take him at his word, and make a clean breast of the whole miserable story, but something preâ€" vented her; she even forced herself to laugh a little, though the tears rushed to her eyes. "I hope you will be happy hereâ€" with us," he said. "I hope you will believe that I am anxious to be your friend. If there is anything troubling you, I wish you would tell me, and let me help you." She went to the door of the stables and stood looking across the sunny garden with eyes that saw nothing. David came to stand beside her; there was a sort of compassion in his face. at all. I am just deceiving you all A Road‘s Unfolding. I$SSUE No. 26â€"‘26. 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A ! that can hold its own in this soa ness, this enchantednessâ€"and | umbine did. _ Foreground evi fowerâ€"foregroundâ€"is unnecessa; such a woods; for one has air three worldsâ€"ground, a pale mi mosphere of trunks, then tree tops sky. Any one of these wou!ld enough; yet nearby a gray wall ; a lost touchâ€"toppling along so hy in maidenâ€"hair fern and splot with orange lichken that the tm old line of it tonce the solid mar a farmâ€"edge) is just something to the columbine. From some old den blew this seed; somehboiy: loved garden that once looked â€" this wall; or else the seed stuck fuzziness of a pollendoving bee â€" forgetting his hive and his proper denâ€"flowers in these woodâ€"cha came, seed and all, to call on a w violetâ€"and dropped it, sagely, n it grew to be the loveliest thing fairy wood.â€"Anme Bosworth Gree "Dipper Hill." The name of the capital of Hosant is preceded by the word "The" \« cause the Dutch name has the noamst equivalent of | "the"â€"Derâ€"â€"with t name Graenhage. It means the Count‘s Hedge. In the Thirtcenth century th« site of the present city was the hunt ing lodge and grounds of the counts 0 Holland and under Count Floris V (1254â€"1296) became the oflicial res! dence. Under Wi#lliam iL. it also i came the site of the supreme cour and the centre of administration. 1 was not, however, incorporated as | town until the Nineteenth centurs There are about 8,000 per ed as beckeepers in the U.S "Is It?" sald my child, cal squirming obligingly round in dle. â€"a perfect lightâ€"house of a violet. Some fAfteen inches from my fngers to the bloomâ€"and the bloom a semi pansy in size; only longâ€"featurd, shy, fragrantâ€"a real violet of the woods. Of these particular woods, rather; rich with Jeafâ€"mold, scented like a greenhouse. . No conservatory could do more. I mounted @gain, moving complacently off with the amazing violet in my coat. Lookng fascinatedly down into the moving lusciousness be side me, 1 saw a flash of pink. Could it be? Pink did not belong here. Ther« had never been pink in these woods bine!" But along its edgeâ€"such vi Mountainâ€"cool, springâ€"water w« heaven for late violets, Great, ; June violets, with stems a foot I saw a violetâ€"head high in the : side the tops of some tall lush and a tall fernfrond, and th Impossiblee It must be just ! there. But I was interested ©~ to dismount, and with Polly‘s re my arm, feel my way carefull; the invisible stemâ€"down and doâ€" to cool depths of grass, past theo ; scratchiness of ferns, down, d: and there at last was wet groun stem, perforce, had ended; and | upâ€"to the bhorses‘ obvious a im At the top of a eteop climb we come out into a glorious grassy open, ang have a gallopâ€"ducking under old ap. pleâ€"trees on which blossoms si!! cling, Bo sweet! I snatch one, and we go dashing down to the brook, then up i4 woods again, relaxing on so‘t homlock needles. For this is the cathedra} of yellow birches. (The yellow birch seq tion). Sitm, lofty trunks, shining sif. verygold; a goldâ€"green canopy above, through which sun sifts, Red sup splashes on the road, the brook in its pooils again; but always the sliver cof onade, rank upon rank dimming away into silvery shadows. I know of no other such wood; and there is a halt wile of it, sweetly uphill and slow, iA thrush, somewhere, gave his harp. notes; did he think, from the woodsâ€" dusk, it was twilight already? The brook, after a particularly map velous pool, swings up a canon to our right; but a subâ€"brook develops in the road. This is mountaingoing indeed, Polly hops distastefully from one bank to the other, over rocks, decp cary places, treeâ€"boles in the way. lHoofs serabble unpleasantly on stones. But â€"look up! Not a single golden birch; multitudinous families _ of ancient white ones. The white birch section, Ferns, mosses, lichens, are every. where; blessed mountainâ€"damp! Al the woodâ€"floor looks squashy; under us still runs the clear, pretty little sub brook, which should be divertod ang isn‘t. Soon this road will be itself & canon. One is sorry to see a good mountain road that the forefathors la» bored over, going so. Babs," I called. "here‘s Holland‘s Capital WOCD ROAD ETABS ver 9t b@e tol ple be 16 gt It plant Te incix eno Oar ho da U IX w hat of Laak Y# #t #3 d j the tr in# ( iA y uyp~ «pe that i« D Do BIRDS A