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Almost before the words had passed his lips, Lord Cruxford was in the room, and at the first sight of his face May jumped up with a shrill little scream, and Essie clasped her hands on Frank (13 Walden’s arm, as though su‘pporting him against some sudden shock. “1 think that would,” Frank said, with his gentle tired smile. "Hark, May 1 There is a. commentary on your injustice ; I hear his step and voice in the corridor.” “He was to have met us here,” May an- swered. drying the eyes he apostropbised with vengeful little dabs, and speaking with all the petulance of pain. "But he is long past his time; perhaps he too has turned traitor and deserted us; nothing would sur- prise me now,” “Poor May I” he said gently. "You must not cry your pretty eyes out, or break your kind heart for me ; that; would be treating Croxford badly. By-the-way, where is that loyglrfriend tozday I” Flank laid his 11331861177613}? éfr'i'E 'graceful shoulder with a. touch that was in itself a. carews. “She always talks like that. She never seems to waver, The child is either inspired or mad l But I am neither. And, oh, Frank, my dear, dear boy, do not trust in your in- nocence, or in any miracle ; but try to think of some one who would, or could, be dimon engughfo kill that poor little child I" There washll the calmness of assured con- viction in her sweet unfaltering tones. She spoke as a. pu‘son speaks from knowledge, not from faith. In spite of himself and his reason, Frank felt. a faint thrill of hope. and May turned round from the window with a little sob. He lifted the pale brave littie face between his hands and gazed upon it with a fondly critical gaze, noting the violet tinge benesth the steadfast eyes, the fine lines about. the sweet sensitive mouth, “Szill brave and 'hooeful, Essie ‘2" he asked, in a half whisper ; and Essie answer- ed aloudâ€" “Not only hopeful but; sure. No, do not shake your head. dear; I have not one doubt. Heaven knows your innocence, and Heaven will pnpvg it in time." He welcomed the girls with eager gladneas now ; the time in which they would be free to visit him was growing pitifully short. HlS trial was fixed for the tenth of Octoberâ€" ten days from the present time. and after thatâ€"He never dared carry his thoughts much beyond that time ; he should either be free, saved by a. miracle from the net that had enmeshed him. or Since then he had seen nothing of his uncle, though he had heard indirectly that he still pv‘rsued him with an unrelenting hate, still believed firmly in his guilt ; but it was a. subject that he could discuss only with his solicitor, for Lord Croxford, on whom that one interview had made a. cruelly eirongimpresiow. evidently ahirked in. and when Es is and May were With him other matters filled his thoughts. For the young Vi:cq}mt_ w_a§ >liter»a_lly ra- OI course the tumult caused by these wc-rda was immediate repressed. and the witness reminded that he must ofl'er evidence only ; but the witneLs was gone, and there remain- ed only the impression left by his words. People whispered to each other that the prisoner grew dxadly white, and that, for the first time that day, the muecles twitched with a sort of nervous distreis ; but he lifted h’s head almost immediately and glanced round the court, not defiantly,but with quiet etefdfaat pride. While giving his'exfideuce Sir George star- ed Etraight before him, as though measuring the weight of every word he spoke upon the magisterial mind ; but, just as he left the box, he glanced over in his nephews direct- ion, met fully the passionate pleading glance of the pitiful gray eyes. and drew back as though the other had offered to touch him. "1 call on you all to witness,” he cried, with a fiery outburst as unexpected as it was irrepressible, “that but one man had an in- terest in my child’s death, and I say that that man killed him 1" He dwelt on on every circumstance that could connect his nephew with the crime with a sort of malignant intensity. By sheer force of will he seemed to bear it upon his hearers his own conviction of his nephew’s guilt. Men and women who had doubted before felt their doubts borne away upon the strong current of that deliberate yet passion ate speech: eyes that had rested almost compassionately on the worn, proud, young face turned from it with loathing then. Even the good looks, the air of trained and grace ful strength that would have told in the priioner’s favor in any other circumstances, seemed an argument against him with the women listeners now, for all remembered that that young strengthlhad been pitted against the weakness of a child. But of all thefierce feeling wakening against him Frank knew nothing; he hardly listened to the words, his eyes rested with such pityiug earnestness on the old man’s altered face. Sir George de Walden, when he saw him last, had borne his sixty odd years with so gal lant a grace that few strangers would have thought him more than fifty. Now the upright figure was bowed, the gray head white as snow; the eyes red-rimmed and sunken far back into their sockets, seemed the only signs of life in a dead face, and they betokened only pain and hate. 11h ~u . The woman broke down in s. tempest of hysterical tears when she spake the last words, and a thrill of indignant sympathy ran through the crowded court. But the sensation she produced was as nothing com- pared with that which thrilled all hearts when Sir Geerge de Walden stepped heavily into the witness-box, and, clutching at the chair-back, as though to steady himself, belgan in hoarse vibrating tones to tell his ta. 6. CHAPTER IX.â€"CONTINUED. The last of the magisterial examinations was over now, and so far as it lay in the power of the inferior tribunal to pass judg- ment, Frank was found guilty. It had been impossible indeed to come to any other de- cision in the circumstances, for the evidence was overwhelmingly strong. The nurse, finding it impossible to retract the story first told. swore with every appearance of sincer- ityâ€"and she honestly believed that in the spirit, if not the letter, she spoke the abso- lute truthâ€"that she had relinquished her charge into Mr. de Walden's hands. that they two had gone out together, that Mr. de Walden had never returned, while the child was found murdered in the shrubbery, strangled by the sash she had tied around his waist. His Uncle’s Heir. I " ‘_ '_' â€""'J' "Oh, have you 1 Well, having heard nothing of her ierrible cousin for so long a. time. I suppose poor Lady de Walden came to the comfortable conclusion that he was dead ; and I do not think that Sir George ever troubled himself about the matter ; but i but it so happened that Lani returned to Port Rico on the very day that your uncle went back to Englmd. The news that met the fiery-tempered desperado, whom success had rendered more arrogant and imperious than ever, drove him absolutely mad. Anita’s refusal had counted for absolutely nothing in his thoughts, though he had fiercely re- sented it at the time. He had returned rich ; he did not doubt that he should find her still at Port Rico, and could cajole or force fler into marrying him at last. When he dld find that she was already mm ried, that she, her child and husband had escaped him but by a day, his rage was ter- rible to behold. He followed instantly to England, driven on, as he told the priest who shrived him, by a. keen detire for revenge All one day and night he hid about the park, hoping to catch sight of Lady de Walden ; but she never left the house, though he saw you constantly with the poor little child by your side.” Frank’s lace grew very pale ; and he turn ed his heak abruptly away, recalling, with a huh p1ng,thelit‘l. trotting flzur: bv he “Well, poor soul, she ought to be an angel in Heaven now, for she died the death of a martyr here ; but to go back to the days be- fore her marriage. It seemed this Lani tried to force from her a. promise to Wait three years for him, and marry him on his return lrom the voyage on which he confidently hoped to make his fortune ; and sheâ€"â€"” “Refused him and married my uncle. I heardthat part; of the story." an. . -~~ - “She was,” Frank broke in with a. low pained tone, “the loveliest girl I ever saw, and her beauty was of ,the purest, most angel- ic type.”] "Well, poor soul. she ought to he an an an] “You see this Italian was poor Lady de Walden’s cousin. and appears to have look- ed upon her as his own special property,ever since she was a child ; not that she gave him any encouragement, for she held him in ex- tr. m9 drea'igbut perhaps he thought to subj u- gate her by that very fear. They tell me she was very beautiful " "Yea, tell me please," Frank answered eagerly ; and. after a few preliminary pufls at his agar, Croxford continuedâ€" ' “But the whole story has been printed in every newspaper in the kingdom,” Lord Croxford persisted in much amazement. Frank winced, and turned away as he au~ swued beneath his breathâ€" “ I have not cued to read the papers laiely." "No, no, of course not,” veturned thegood- natured young Viscount, with ready compre- hensnrn of the other’s feelings and ready re- gret for his own blundering speech. “Look here, old fellow! Can you endure to hear the story? I will tell it as briefly as may L- H be.” “My poor uncle ! I really do not under- stand how the whole thing came about now. Do not etrre, Croxford ; I know of course that I am free, and that that fellow Lmi was the murderer ; but there my knowledge real- ly ends.” "Well," said Lord Croxford, puflinz vig- orously at his cigar, and beamin on his friend complacently, “now that al is well With you again, I do not mind confessing that I was horribly afraid; things looked awfully black for you this time last week, Frank.” Frank nodded. "But you never lost faith in me,” he said gratefully. “In you? Well, no ; I was not quite such an ass : but my faith in your lucky star was getting decidedly shaky. Certainly I never dreamed that your uncle would be the man to come forward and prove your innocence.” “The murderer'a confession, sent to me by the priest and magistrate to whom he dic- tated it on his death-bed. He wasâ€"he was" Sir George paused again, seeming to gather all his strength to utter the words that tried him so sorelyâ€"“the man we all thought dead, my wile’s discarded loverâ€"Giuseppe Lani I" _ “And that isâ€"â€"” May broke in breath. Ies‘gli, for Frilnk _wa.s p951: all speech. “And I only to-day.” Sir George paused and passed his handkerchief across the wrink- led forehead on which the great drops were gathering thick and fast, then turned to his nephew with a painfully forced smile. "Frank, if the tardy pmitence I offer is worthless besides the faith of these true friends, I bring something that will make amends, something that will give you life and freedom and take the last stigma. from your name." “Know he is innocent l" Essie cried, rais- ing her small head proudly. "\Ve knew it always, sir.” "No, 116 l” The grave gentle tones seem- to break the spell that lay upon the old man's lips. He caught Frank‘s hand and clasped it between his own trembling palms, and poured forth his words now Wlth a. fevered volubility. ‘ No, I was mud to doubt you, Frank ; and now at last I knowâ€"â€" For one moment tho young man stood proudly irresolute, for one moment the old man stood, with bent head and cruelly work- ing face, before the nephew he had wronged and hated. It seemed as though neither know how to break the eloquent silence. At last, touched with an intense and aching pity for the crushed and broken mun, Frank spolgg - "What am I to my. sir? Heaven knows how I pity you and grieve for your grxef ; butjouâ€"yqy think me the cayae l” Bu't Lord C'roxford had not waited for the suswer ; he had gone back to the door, and now returned, leading in Sir George de Walden. ‘ "He co‘nld come on but one errand,” Ea- sie cried, her blue eyes radiant with that Im- ehakrn light of faith, but with something of the old sweet serenity vanished from her face, "Oh, Frank. you will see him, dear." The nameuseemed to strike Frank like a blow; the blood rushed hotly to his face, then ran back, leaving it very pale, as his uncle's facefilled with malignant hatred,rose before him. his uncles harsh deuunciatory tones rang once more in his em. ‘ Oh. Croxford, ion have' Hewsâ€"good news I” May cried with passionate eagernesn, "Tell it quickly. We can bear any shock of J'OY-l’. . . ... "n . . - "Yes, good news, and a visitor," Croxford answered, clawping his sweetrheart'a hand, but looking at the prisoner's pale proud face. “Frank. dear old fellow, prepare yourself to see Sir George de Walden.’_’ es shone like lamps, his lips quivered with the rain e_fl'orb_to_surpress_a happy smile. CHAPTER X. Pu'haps May, who knew and loved, and who was watching him Intently, divined she morbid thought, for she whispered gently as he neared her chairâ€" "Remember, Frank, he is the truest mournerâ€"and it is his wiahl” â€"â€" Wo'uld not the bfirial’afid'théfiiééi servicesjar discordantly? DJI‘G he be happy in presence of this fresh griefâ€"these new- made graves? To win Essie, his true and loyal love, to hear her away with him, to forget for a. while beneath blner skies and in softer airs the misery that had almost turned his brain and broken the spin; of life within himâ€"this was a. temptation indeed; and yetâ€"and yet \n.,.| 1 wildly through hisr ve apathy was dead, and in come a feverish unrest. "At onceâ€"in all this ” He paused and glanced at Sir George, who promptly to)k me word from him. "In all this misery? Yes; it is my wishâ€" my earneet eager Wlal], Frank. You will not deny that pleasure to a. man who has no other left in the world? Marty. and take your wife away, and let me see you happy and yourself again brfore I die.” Frank paced the little room with hasty uneven steps; his nerves tingled with the excitement of the thought, his bit) )d ran It was a. verbal thunderbolt. Frank rose at once, the red blood dyeing his pale face. the pained and listless look yielding to one of hslf rapturous, half shocked astonish- ment. M55} flushed a little,fibrl71£;r;awered instant- ly to Fragk’s appqafi‘gg look.r “And. to show that you forgive, will you â€"will you ” Sir Gsorga suddenly caught his nephew’s hand and held it fast, then turned his head back, and said hurried- ly to the watchful girl behind his chairâ€" "Msy, tell him what I want.” V “Sir George-Ithink‘é, and we all agree, Frank, that you and Essie should get mar- ried an once.” _ "Do not!" Frank séidugitvEâ€"a's'hgrp little wince and an imploring gesture. “I want to forggtfi Six-George read the not unnatural thought, and slightly shook his snow-White head. "I have still to set my house in order, Frank; but the business of which I spoke was yours. My dear bo , I have never spoken of the cruel wrong did you." “On business?" Frank repeated, with a. stupid stare. \Vhat business could have any interest lor this desolate, stricken old man 2 Frank muttered some few words of apology ina dull mechanical fashion, and dropped listlesst into the nearest chair. He did not mean to be ungracious, and was dimly conscious of sz’s reproaohful look; but even to please her he could not shake off that cruel apathy that lay so heavily upon him. “Well, I cannot grumble,” Sir George said, with a short, impitient sigh ;-"bul: I am glad you have come, for I want to speak to youâ€"on busiuees.” 7 "At last, Frank I” he cried, trying to keep the faint touch of reproach out of his tone. “I thought you were never coming near me again.” It was an inexpressible relief 8.113 almost as much of a surprise to him to see May Verner’s bright face behind the sick man's chair. to see the eager pleading smile with which his uncle held out one thin hand to greet him. Be obeyed it with a. sort of languid dis tasteâ€"not that he harboured one bitter or resentful thought against the man who had done his best to hang him ; but he shrank always and nervously from any painful scene. from any expression of remorse or regret, from any touching upon the unhealed, ach- ing wound in his memory and thoughts. “There is but one cure for him, complete change of scene and thought, and but one travelling companion who will serve to rouse him," the kindly young man decided within himself. “I will talk to Sir George tolmor- row ; he must see that Frank has been sacra~ ficed long and cruelly enough, even to such a sorrow as his.” He carried out his intention ; and, as Sir George had taken the strong capricious fancy of an invalid to May Verner’s lover, much was decided at the conference between them and Frank was not a, little astonished by a. summons to his uncle's presence. ‘ Lord Croxford leaned back in his chair and resumed his cigar with a relieved sigh, watching his friend keenly the while through his half-closed eyes. A week‘s freedom had not. served to restore Frank de \Valden the nerve and strength of which the long im- prisonment and longer strain of auspense had ro‘obod him. He looked pale and harassed. and started at every unexpected sound in a way that would have teamed absurd to the halo athletic young, lellow of a few months back. Andâ€"M zy’s wh words 2 “You know the rest, Frank,” Lord Crox- ford went on, after a. brief pause, broken by the other’a choking sobs. "The shock tmned the poor young mother's brain, broke her heartâ€"andâ€"killed her with merciful swiftnesa. Lani,with an audacity that seems almost incredible, went atraiqht back to Port Rico, where he led for some weeks a. life of reckless dissipation, and we! finally killed in a. drunken brawl, lingering, thank Heaven, just lrng enough to clear and save you.” "Such men are worse than wild beasts,” Croxford answered sadly. His honest face was pale with sympathetic pain; but he hur- ried through the hard talk he had set him- self. "And hi1 cruel vengeance did not end there. He waited in the shrubbery until Lady de Walden came, and then rose up like a. demon before her, and, overwhelm- ing the pale mother with fierce reproaches, flung the dead child at her feet.” “And he killed him 1" “Frank cried, lifting his ashen face and blazing e es with a. look of dazed horror-- “killed the Innocent trusting httle creature that even a. wild beast might haw: spared I" waiting, as it seems, for you, caught sight of the lurking figure, and ran out to it with n glad greeting cry of 'Cousin Frank, cousin Frank I’ Lmi caught and hzld him in a grip of iron, and the poor baby soon discov- ered his mistake. He began to whimper as he looked into the hard cruel eyes of his cap- t01‘. and then. and not till themâ€"or so he saysâ€"there came to the murderer the fiend- ish thought that he could best punish and tortme the mother through the chichi."” r > “He did not think at first of harming Georgie. But the next morning, rendered desperate by fatigue and baffled rage, he ventured nearer to the house. The little fellow, who was seated on the veranda}: Side. and *hinkmg of the lurking murderer so near at hand. ylr. Vernefl" hole face brightened, for these 1.1.: L.» ahacthe day was won. ve}ns,’ the old listless in its place there had Concerning Enemies. One real good first class enemy is worth more to a man or woman than a dozen ten- der‘footed friends. The individual who doee anything in this world is bound to have opposition, more or less bitter, and it may be set down as an infallible rule, that he who has only friends never does enough good to be good, or enough had to be bad. He is a negative quantity which has trinal ex'ension and nothing more. He displaces as much atmosphere as a. man of equal size. but the analogy ends there. Bedteneinies, malicious people, I mean, are to be feared for they are the worst Kinds of thieves. They steal reputation, and reputation is something they have no use for themselves nor can they transfer it to anyone else. Even that kind of enemy has his usefulness though, for his enmity is so much more of a. compliment than his friendship. that re- spectable people admire, more than ever, the object of his abuse and spite. The devil is the arch enemy and he does great mis~ chief, but We have to have him, for if there were no devil there would be no divinity. and the world would be a great mass of namby plmbyneas, so utterly insipid that men would invent sin to give life a little tone and spice anl make it endurnble. En- mity gives form and substance to friendship and true friendship is the crown of human NOOMLAQD. Thus appealed to the Peasant descended and the Wolf made short work of him. MORAL : When you get ahead of a fax-o bank put the money into nal estate. “Suppose I did. Wasn’t I willing to give yuu the same chancel Come down and baa. maul " "But you intended to Ext me I " Protest ed the man. A Peasant who was Being Pursued by a Wolf managed to Escape by Climbing a Tree. The panting Wolf looked up at him and call- ed out : “How oontemptible in you to take ad- vantage of my inability to climb trees 1 If there was any man about you would give me a. fair show I " The result was that the Tiger skulked back to the thicket and the Pcasant to his field, each feeling renewed distrust. MORAL : In some cases Fear is a great safeguard against Friendship. 7 “And why are you licking your chops and working your claws I” shouted the Peas an t. “Nor I, either,” answered the Peasant and he advanced to the Ipepting. They were yet several ifévégoiparb when the Ttger called out : “Hm! Why do you bring a gun with you!” “ Tigérs have always eaten men. and men have always sought to kill tigers," he add- ed, “ but I can see no reason why it should L- _~ n be so." THE TIGER'S FRIENDSHIP. A Tiger one day approached a Peasant near enough to call out that he wanted to be friends, and to invite the man to meet him hay-gay. The man who doesn‘t happen to meet you when he wants a favor continues your friend. “My Friend,” said Reynard, as he scratch- ed a. flea. OE his shoulder, “ there’s a heap of difference between a Fox in a. Trap and a Fox at liberty. Please go awayâ€"you make me tired." “ See hére I” exclaimed the Wolf, " I rendered you a Great Service and counted on your Gratitude. Is this the way you re- payime ? " A Fox who had been caught in a. trap ap- pealed to a passing Wolf to save his Life, and vowed that his Gratitude would never grow cold. The Wolf helped him out and was overwhelmed with Thanks as the Fox limped away. After a few days the Wolf wanted Alsistance in securing one of a flock of (at sheep, and he called upon the Fox to go with him. “ Too dangerous,” replied Reynard. " Then help me to catch a goat." “ Too much running." ” You will at least render me assistance in digiing out a. couple of Hares for my Sun- day dinner? ” continued the \Volf. " But I am a Friend of the Hares,” an- swered Reynard. _-.-.- -m, u...“ vuuuu, nuu he looked his last on loving faces before they laid him to rest beside the young wife and little child of whom a. cruel vengeance had robbed him. Sir George smiled affectionately at the girl and sadly at tho prophecy; but, strange to any, the latter was fulfilled. He did live to welcome Frank back, restored to perfect health of mind and body, and, being nursed with tendereet devotion by the new mistress of De Walden Court, even seemed to take a. fresh hold in his. Grand-nephew and grand- niece :had climbed about his knees and taught him that life holds drops at sweetness to the very dregs, before the end came, and "No: you have made them happy; you must live to seeâ€"who knows 2â€"perbapa to ahgeâ€"fheir happingss now." “I can die happy now i" he said to May. his great comfort and consoler, when the wedding was over, and the young pair had started on their honey moon trip ; and May only answered with her cheerin obstinzte lcokâ€" Frank did ask her, with all the eloquence at his command ; and without any show of doubt or hesitation Essie placed her smsll hand in his, and agreed at once to his wish. It we.) no time for coyuesa or coquet , when her lover's life almost seemed a: eta e, and there was no reason for delay when millinery preparations were unnecessary. So, one week later, Esther Verner and Frank de Walden were made one in the quietest fashion, and the great wish of Sir George de Walden's heart was fulfilled. 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Perhaps the most extraoidinay suocess that has been achieved in modern so ‘nce has been attained by the Dixon Trentm of catari-b Out of 2.000 patients treated durim the past six month-. fully ninety per cent. have been cured of this stubborn malady. This is none the less startlinz when it is remembered that not five per cent. or the patients presenting themselves to the regular practitioner are benefitted, while the patent medicines and other advertisedpures never record a cure at all. Starting With the claim now enerally believed .by the most scientific men that the disesse is due to the reeence of living parasites in the tissues. r. Dix- on at once adapted bir cure to their extermination ; this accomplished the catarrh is practically cured. and the permanency is un- questioned. as cures effected by him four years ago are cures still. No one'else has ever at- tempted to cure catarrh in this manner. and no other treatment has ever cured catarrh. The application of the remedy is simple and can be done at home. and the gresent season of the year is the most favora'lejor a speedy and permanent cure the maiority of cases being cured at one treatment. Suflerers should cor- respond with Messrs. A. H. DIXON dc SON, 306 King~street West. Toronto, Canada. and enclose stamp for their treatise on ammoâ€"Montreal Star. LRTY WANTED TO PURCHASE fi ,fiâ€" IE Bounell$2.50, Rogers $1.75, Boyer 81.50. " Fun: £1.35 (501bt)JAS. BERNIE. Toronto ins. GALLOWAY h 00.. Cotton. WooUen. Silk, Oat- pet. and Worsted Shuttle Make“). Dundns. One. UTUAL MARRIAGE ENDOWMENT AS‘N An able see manâ€"The astronomer. MANUFACTURED BY a most extrao- dinay success thnt inved in modern sc ‘nce has been the Dixon Trentm of camrh patients treated durinc the past fully ninety pgr _cent.__h_av_e been .h‘ LL-_, lmnortant. , , _-_.. V...“ “mung e like. n‘ndlgto‘p a} t._he GR. SALE. :u'u. nucl Stop at the GRAND hand gentralupapoy. _‘ 600 n--. A rn malady. This is none an it is remembered that the patients presenting reguiar practitioner are a patent meqicines and â€"Getting a. grow. k 01 Y. Alva Engage boy'sâ€"The short "111-121 Uh yes you Carson's Stomach '9 11D the system by all dr'ug .151 1t. A.P. 189 CARRIAGE b‘oliAeye I wil d to good Belleville. burs-d”, summer 3.1011- per-