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About six months ago, my husband broughtâ€" homeaâ€"~bottle of Ayer‘s Hair V xglor, and I bef-m at once to use it. In a short time, new hair began to appear, and there is now every prospect of as thick a growth of hair as before my illness."â€" Mrs. A, WEBER, Polymnia St., New Growth U D T1 Eight years ago, I had the 1 , and lost my hair, which J v was auite abundant. I FENWICK Hfinancial business transacted next door to Standard Bank, VYOL. XVII,â€"NO. 51. Digby, of Hair. I tried ut withâ€" began to Before she quite reaches the hall door, a groompgcomes from a sideâ€"walk, and, seeing him, Clarissa rx;ulls up the ponies shmiply, and asks the man,â€" "Is Sir James at home?" " Yes, miss; he is in the stables, I think; leastways, be was half an hour agone. Shall I tell him you are here ?" ‘"No, thank you. I shall go and find him myself." She flings her reins to her own groom, and, with Bill trotting at her heels, goes round to the yard, glad, at least, that her first hope is fulfilled,â€"that he is out of doors. As she goes through the big portals into the ivied yard, she sees before her one of the stablemen on his knees, supâ€" porting in his arms an mljured puppy ; with all a woman‘s tenderness he is examining the whining little brute‘s soft, yellow paw, as it hangs mournâ€" fully downward. The old man stops, and regards his master reprovingly, nay, almost conâ€" tcm{nuously. 1 really don‘t see why you should think it was the boys, Joe?" says Sir James, meekly. _ _ _ _ & "‘E‘warn‘t anythin‘ else, anyway," persists Joc, doggedly. ‘"Poor little fellow !â€"dear little felâ€" low !" murmured Miss Payton, caressâ€" ingly, to the great soft setter &:p. patâ€" ting its head lovingly, as it barks madâ€" ly, and makes frantic efforts to gpt from Joe‘s arms to hers, while Bill shrieks in concert, being filled with an overwhelming: ampunt of sympathy. Sir James, with a pipe in his mouth, â€"this latter fact Clarissa hails with rapture,â€"is also bending anxiously over the dog, and is so absorbed in his conâ€" templation of it as not to notice Clarâ€" issa‘s approach until she is close beâ€" side him. ns * James, too, is very sensible, and will see the good points in Horace. He evidently likes %(;m; at least, they have always appeared excellent friends when together. _ Dorian, of course, is the general _ favoriteâ€"she acknowledges that,â€"just because be is a little more open, more outspoken, perhn?s,â€"camer to understand ; whereas, she firmly beâ€" lieves, she alone of all the world is capable of fully agfrecmt'mg the inâ€" nate goodness of Horace ! Here she turns in the huge gateway of Serope; and the terrier, growing exâ€" cited, gives way to a sharp bark, and the ponies swing merrily down the avenue: and just before she comes to the hall door her heart fails herâ€"that something that, never errsâ€"tells her James Scrope will not betray any pleaâ€" sure at her tidings. _ Woutiiherer _** What is the matter with the poor little thing?" she asks, earnestly, gazâ€" ing with deep pity at the poor puppy, that whine sdismally and glances up with the peculiarly tearful appealing expression _ that belongs to setters. " A knock of a stone, miss, nayther more nor less," exclaims the man, anâ€" grily. "That‘s the honest truth, Sir ames, you take my word for‘t. Some o‘ them rasgally boys as is ever and allus about this ‘ere yard and spends their lives shyin‘ stones at every blessâ€" ed sign they sets their two teI\l'es on, has done this. ‘Ere‘s one of the best pups o‘ the season a‘most ruined, and no satisfaction for it. It‘s a meracle if he comes round (quict there, my beauty, and easy there now, I tell ye), and noâ€" body does anything." 5 e prove Dri fr m w â€" brtD h ing tary her, THE VICARS COVERNESS tell at CHAPTER XI DURHAM, CO. GREY, THURSDAY, DEC. 19, 1895. With a slow wonder he lifts his eyes and gazes at her. _ There is a petulant expression round her mobile lips, a faint bending of her brows that beâ€" speaks discontent, bordering uYon anâ€" ger, yet, withal, she is &mtp ovelyâ€" so sweet, yet so unsympatifeiic; so genâ€" Not until now, this moment, when hope has died and despair sprung into life, does he know how freely, how alâ€" together, he has lavished the entire afâ€" fection of his soul upon her. During all these past few months he has lived and thought and hoped but for her; and nowâ€"â€"all is at ~an end. Like a heavy blow from some unseen hand this terrible news bus fallen upon him, leaving him spent and broken, and filled with something that is agonized surprise at the depth of the misfortune that has overtaken him. It is as a revelâ€" ation, the awakening to a sense of the longing that has been his,â€"to the knowâ€" ledge of the cruel strength of the tenâ€" derness that binds his heart to hers. Instinctively he feels that, no matâ€" ter what obstacles may be thrown. in this girl‘s way, still she will carry her point and marry the man she has electâ€" ed to love. _ Nay, will not difficulties but increase her steadfastness and make strong the devotion that is growing in her heart ? * No.Horace." : . "*I wish it had"been Dorian," he says, impulsively. * It is the last_straw. m _ And why ?"â€"démands she, angrily. She is feeling wounded, disapgomted at his reception of her news; and now the climax {ms come. Like her father, be, too, prefers Dorianâ€"nay, by his tone, casts a _ slur upon Horace. _ ‘The imâ€" plied dislike cuts her bitterly to the heart. " What evil thing have you to say of Horace," she goes on, vehemently, "that you so emphatically declare in favor of Dorian? When you are with him you profess great friendship for him, and now behind his back you seek to maâ€" lign him to the woman he loves." _ * You are unjust," says Sctope, wearâ€" ily. ‘"I know nothing bad of Horace. I merely said I wished it had been Doâ€" rian. No, I have nothing to say against Horace." "Then why do you look as if you had?" says | Miss Peyton, pettishly, frowning a little, and letting her eyes rest on him for a moment only, to withâ€" draw them again with a deeper frown. v changed tone. The nervousness had gone out of it, and the natural hesitaâ€" tion; she is speaking now quite comâ€" fx»wdly and clearly, as if some surprise etrays itself in hor voice. Scrope is aware that his heart is beat~ ing madly. He has stopped, and is leaning against the trunk of an a ple tree, facing Clarissa, who is st.angmg in the middle of the path. His face. g’gm'g% mesint entindianernine «ow mme l" \l\'bo is it ?" he asks, presently, very slowly. * Mr.. Branscombe,"â€"coldly. " Dovian t * Up to this she had been everything to him,â€"far more than hbe ever dreamâ€" edâ€" until the rude awakening came,â€" the one bright spot in his existence; but now all is changed, and she belongs to another. P 2 c * private den He puts her gently from him, and, with a kindly word and smile, leads her to the i:rden gate, and so round to where r ponies are impatiently awaiting her coming: after which he bids her goodâ€"bye, and, turning, goes in doors, and locks himsel{ into his own . For one brief moment he holds her in his arms, returning ber,. caress, warmly, it is true, but with incffable sadness. To her, this embrace is but the sealing of a fresh bond between them. _ To him it is a silent farewell, a final wrenching of the old sweet ties that have endured so long. Sat "I am so glad we are friends again," she says. *‘ And now tell me why you ‘were so horrid at first: you might just as well have begun as you have ended: it would have saved trouble and time, and"‘ (reproachfully) "all my tears." ‘"How fond you are of me!" says Miss Peyton, with some wonder and much Elensure. To this he finds it impossible to make any. answer. We ol C ""Whenever I wish I had had a brother, I always think of you," goes on she, pleasantly, ‘" you are soâ€"soâ€"quiet, and your scoldings so halfâ€"hearted. . Now, even though rather late, wish me joy." , i+ My dear, dear girl," says Scrope, if I were to speak forever, 1 could not tell you how I long for and desire your happiness. If your life proves as calm and peaceful as I wish it, it will be a desirable life indeed! You have thought of me as your brother: let me be your brother indeed,â€"one in whom you can confide and trust should trouâ€" Illg' overtake you." . _He says this very solemnly, and again Clar'msnés eyes f\)ll with tears. _ She does now what she has not done since she was a little, impulsive, loving girl : she lifts her head and presses herlips to his cheek. inmatole y * Perhaps I value you so highly that Ihate the thought of losing you," says Scrope, palliating the ugliness of his conduct as best he may. His voice is very earnest. h M3 He has quite regained his selfâ€"control by this time, ‘"and, having conquered emotion, speaks dispassionately. Clarâ€" issa, as he has said, does not underâ€" stand the terrible struggle it costs him to utter these words in an ordinary tone, and with a face which, if still pale, betrays no mental excitement. â€" She smiles. Her tears vanish. | She sighs contentedly, and moves the hand that .rests in his. uie e byst amecnt Potilees n d " No: e3 not disapprove," says Clarissa, upting his refleciions at this moms "twhe nas given his% consent®â€" to" my ~engagement.""""She speaks somewhat slowly, as if rememâ€" brance weighs upon her. *" And, even if he had not, there is still something y (To be Continged.) , the world is beâ€" The birds were singing loudly in the gardens. In the shrubbery were many shades of green. Amid the tremor of delicate .leaves stood a single great evergreen, whose branches bung moâ€" tionless and heavy, its life of a more somber sort than the nervous vitality of the lighter foliage. Seated alone on a bench was an old man clad in the cusâ€" tomary blue coat of the pensioner. He had a short white beard and his dee& lyâ€"wrinkled face was pitted with th smallpox. He had lived thirty years in Africa and, st.ran%e to say, it seemed as if the character of his face had been afâ€" fected by his residence there. The wings of his nose had become flattened and his ligz were thick like a negro‘s. His face bore an expression of suffering and resignation. _ â€" . The lady had distributed her crowns a tract of land is reserved for them. The decadence of the Waterloo veteran is now complete, but there are many old soldiers left who tell the tale of Crimea. The lives of these old men beâ€" come almost pastoral. They do not toil, but are here to end their existence as cefully as is possible for men whose figadim are racked by physical ailments. They sit in the court smoking and . exâ€" changing reminiscences ; they play cards in the great hall ; they work unmethodiâ€" cally in their %ardens. selling their flowâ€" ers or vegetables to visitors, and they move about the neizhborhood at will, wandering along the _ embankment, watching the bargesâ€"sometimes even crossing the river and entering Batâ€" terses Parkâ€"or gazing into the shop windows on King‘s Road and Sloane street. The artists and sculptors in Chelsea frequently employ old men to it to them as models, and the money thus earned they spend on tobaccoand porter. | _ appagens phimorn s From the gardens can be seen the Chelsea barracks, and the old veterans no longer hear the sound of the trumâ€" pet, save when their failing senses catch the clarion tones that are wafted to them from the neighboring barracks. In sight of a present generation of soldiers, a former generation is slowly passing from existence. Day by day the old veterans see their comrades borne from the inhrma.ri; to the dead house and then to old Brompton cemetery, where "Kings‘ Road, Chelsea," she said. The cabman lashed his horse and drove along Great Portland Road into Oxford Cireus, then turning into Bond street he would have proceeded thtou%b a netâ€" work of mlf thoroughfares, but Mrs. â€" It was in the season, and the London social world was driving in Hyde Park. There was a glittering of harness and carriage â€" wheels, intermingled | with spots of color. Beg'und were the disâ€" tant trees, impalpable and quivering, as if they might vanish at any moment, while the people, too, seemed but creaâ€" tures of a phantasy who might pass a.wa{ on the lifting of a wand. It was not long before she found herself at the Chelsea hospital for old soldiers. Mrs. Polworth left her cab and proceeded on toot.l down the long. pleasantly shaded road. "Somner Villa," They are of picturâ€" esque, whimsical design, and one fancies they must originally.have been peopled by picturesque, whimsical people. ‘The present cccupants of the street are musicians, actresses and singers, who come and go with amazing rapidity. 1y Loudly proclaim o‘er land and sea What love divine for men did plan The setting of the captive free, The nobler brotherhood of man. Ring out the merry Christmas chime Proclaim the message far and near, Peace and good will in every clime, To rich and poor sweet Christmas cheer. Christmas Bells quivering, As | O 42 vls mj’ moment, l““ oo ied but creaâ€" | $MP Str might | pass had beet an:? It was dxu:ger. erself at the | 400 MA idiers. . Mrs. | With the proceeded on [ ¢ts, were intly shaded | S0rt, Wit ance that be seen the | They . al old veterans | but it w t it mourn Robinson Crusos‘s musket is offered fane ncfi urg! â€" of torture, chiefly Spanish, and relics of Gustavus Adoiphus of Sweden. Candid Friendâ€"I say, Chatterton, you ought to marry an intellectual woman. Speak onâ€"speak on, dear Lord,! And when the last dread night is near, With .gloubw and fears and terrors wild, Oh, let my soul expiring hear Onl;; these words of heavenly cheer, * Sleep well, my child t" e control over it. The Six bodies, including Stannard, have been I hear Thy voice, dear Lord, k Aye, l‘lafmgh the singing winds be stiliâ€" Though hushed the tumult of the My muu’xig heart with anguish chilled By Thy assuring tone is thrilledâ€" "Fear not, and sleep!" I hear Thy voice, dear Lord, I hear it by the stormy sea, When'l &vinter nights are black and wild, And when affright, I call to thee; It calms my fears and whispers me, * Sleep well, my child." I hear Thy voice, dear Lord, In sinxin% winds and hllinfnm'. The curfew chimes, the midnight bell, "Slee;l: well, my child," it murmurs ow ; "The guardian angels come and goâ€" O child, sleep well." death. Later on, by great exertion, some steam was obtained again, with which it was tried to subdue the fire by the use of the steam pump and with buckets of water. But all efforts proved guiue.u. Attention tvl»;:.sdghcn turned trying to control tha direcâ€" tion of the vessel t%a men succeeded in getting ® gear. repaired. The vessel was 7 towards the northâ€"east, with increasing in violence, and arily threatening to spread to all of the ship. At midnight on November 20 the ship struck on a reef, though no land London is "Hospital Sun% It apâ€" peals to everyone, i sufferi that makes the whole i I‘g‘; Polworth entered the gardens. Every old man stood near his small square of y ind halfâ€"crowns plentifully un&tbe »ld soldiers, and was about to when her glance fell upon the â€" lier. Then a vale was torn the past. The secret marriage Th‘hmg to her; she heard the words of the clerâ€" zyman in the country church, and murâ€" muring ‘‘My busband !" she turned and {led from ti;e pathetic, lonely figure. She almost ran past the little gardens decorated with cockleâ€"shells, and, white and agitated, reâ€"entered her cab. The week that followed was like a dream ; her youth and romance came to her as a bright vision and all that interâ€" vened vanished and faded away. All London was asleep on that mornâ€" inz preceding Hospital Sunday. AJjong the embankment everything was hushâ€". «d and the mighty river going out with the tide made no apparent sound as it washed against the solid stone bulwarks. in the cast was indicated the breaking day. The color changed on the face of the water and the bouses along the riverside assumed a more vivid qutline. The gas jets which followed the windâ€" ing line of the embankment now ha. WHOLE NO. 901 _ The Divine The Wife for Him. ; sun touched the housetops. birds abruptly ceased to sing. ure was done. 4 the drama to be enacted by s ‘‘Hospital Sun'd.g‘ It apâ€" everyone, . for, it 48 suffering nds were waited across t} r and then the birds in t} ospital gardens resounded. A became more apparent in t} melodies arase louder . an inging out Natur®‘s song i heart of Londonâ€"redemptio inkind, The first beams .« the embankment now beâ€" w _ pale. from BRattersea Park a was hbeard, rising clear and out of the silence. Other ught up the note until the c was â€" filled with music. is were wafted across the The vessel then sunk â€"Eugene Field Lullaby. that of Captain recovered. F TERMS; $1 per year, IN ADVANCE _ | CHAS. RAMAGE Editor & Proprietorm Mrs. Minksâ€"Doctor, my husband isa terrible sufferer from insomnia, and some nights cannot sleep a wink. Can you do anything for him ? Doctorâ€"Certainly, madame. In the first place he must go to bed not later than ten o‘clock. i ty m i "wait until he ery well. ait unt appears to be in a doze, and then suddenly give him‘a shake and tell him it is time to go down and fix the kitchen {ire. He‘li {:moyer. g;ve_txrunt.lndahepfih a log till morning. 6 Handâ€"made Waggons In the old stand. All handâ€" made shoes. Also Horse Shoeing Shop, ALLAN McFARLANE â€"â€"ATâ€" BOULDIN & CO‘: PRIME UNDERTAKING Promptly attended to. JAKE KRESS. Has opened out a firstâ€"class Connsettons w 250 ACRES belonging to the E<tate of the late James Barnett, 125 wcres under cultiyation, rest hburdwood push, being Lots 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, Old D. R. in the Township of Artemesia, County of Grey, two miles from Flesherton Staâ€" &ion, three miles from Pricevilie. For turther particulars apply to ___ _ > Dterest allowed on savings bank dopos:ts of $1.00 tyd upwards. Promptattention and everyfuciiâ€" anafforded cuctomers liying at a distance., Ageners! 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