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I ado-ig‘vi‘OIIIEintiO lbories.” Thus urged, Lord Roseton, who is the Earl of Aahuret’a eldest son, and who was traveling in the Ext at the time of his bro- ther’s wedding, tells the beaufiiful actress the details of Grant Ellison's story, and when he concludes, she gives another little sllvgrxpsal of_ _laughte_r. ..-n “S ) He would never have returned to Eug- lnnd it his first wife had lived ‘2" she says, presently. ‘ S) it was fortunate she died. ls be quite inure she is dead ‘2" “03, yes; he actually went to this out- landish place in Cornwall where she was wrecked, and saw the place where she was buried, the clergyman who read the service, etc.,” said Loni Roaeton, carelessly, ca.- resing the little dog, and not gl-mcing at his companion’s £308, on which he might have seen some strange mingled expreselona. “It pleases you to be merry,” he says, quietly, as, coming forward, he bends over the little jeweled hand she gives him and touches It with his lips. '1; “That was conclusive of Bourse, ahe re- jointi._1aughipg. “Ia Sh: Grunt wealthy 7" “I wish you would make me a. good bet I dofnot steal Miss Frith’a lover from her," she says, g8yly. “A thousand to one, for in- stance.” “Hardly. I have met him. two or three times lately,” he answers, carelessly. “He is rather a lion, you know.” “A lion. Why 1” "Because he was supposed to be dead, and, after a. very long abse‘rce, has turned up. He appeared first under an assumed name, Altogether the story is rather s. ro- mantic one.” ' P “Charnook is a superb estate, and the rent-r011 a. long one : but as is not entailed, and Sir Dmglas was so enraged at his son’s marriage that he left them all away from him to Miss inth, Lady Ellison's adopted daughter,” “L‘he girl he is going to marry I" “How do you know '!” “The marriage is announced here as tak- ing place at Chamock on the 29h,” she answers; handing him the paper. “Sir Grunt shows his wiaulom in choosing the heiress of Charnook for a Wife.” “She is a. very charming girl.” “Indeed I Have you seen her?" she says, a. glesm oi eagerness lighting up the velvety dark eyes. “Several fishnets." “She Is pretty, then 1” "Very. You must have seen her in the pnrk; she was in London last season with Lady Mary fientherstone.” “Jnarloua lâ€"Ifl?” and she laughs again, a mocking, derisive laugh this time. “I jeal- ous, pus si beta, milord. Do you think I have any reason to be jealous of Miss Frlth ‘2 Is she handsome): than I am ‘2" “Do you think yourself so perfectly ir- resistable, than ‘2” he answers, laughing. “It would be a. hard theft, 1 can tell you." “VVny‘! Is he an awfully fond of her ‘2" “I think soâ€"nay, I am sure so. ” “Men are decalvers ever,”says'Miss Ches~ ter, with a sneer. “And I dare say the sheep- ‘farmer baronet has his full share of incon- stancv. Will you take my bet, Roseton ?" “Of course notâ€" you were not. serious.” “Never more so in my life." “Nonsense, Adelaide,” he replies, laugh- ing. “Are you really going to send me away so soon? How cruel! When shall I see you again '2" .‘.‘i.;u:iâ€";i);)ioiggiié for the délay,“ he an- swers, seating hhmelf opponlte to her, and liftigg the tinyLflufl‘y dog on his knee. T L_: ‘ ..:..:L “In it you, my deg; Frank ‘1" she says languidly, when her laughter had ceased. “It pas pleaaeq ygu t_o be late, I think.” ,, n L- .0. “D3 yeu think I have not somethlng else to do when I am in the park thzm to be on the look out far debutantes ? she Fa m, with a slight sneer. “What is she like ." Lord Roseton considers a moment. “‘S'ae is fair, and slender, and graceful,” he says, slowiy, “with a thorou‘g‘rlbrei way about her ; she h'La brown eyes 1' think, and I know she dauoeu to perfection. How- ever, if you, are intensely curious abou’: her, mu belle, you will see her in the Row this morning. for she is gning to ride with Sir Grant at twelve. ‘ “Not as hundredth-put; so handsome,” he answers, enthuaimtically, and Miss Chester laughsfiyiumphunw. “DJ excuse me,” she says gayly ; “I am in the wildest spirits this morning. So you have had a. visit from Lord Henry Gale and Sir Grant Ellison. Is the latter a friend of WWI 7'1. -. . .. . LI,~,_ "nu... M...' ._D , “Bu£']:1‘;sâ€"t..;;’1 was starting, I had a. visit from my brother Henry and Grant Ellison, andâ€"â€"” He paused in some astonizhmeut, for Miss Chester, lying back on her cushions, has burst Into another long pen] of laugh- ter. “Is she? Well I shall look for her," she said, carelessly, “for I am' going to drive this morning. I am curious to flee the young lady for whom is reserved the wonderful and dhinguiahei honor of being Sir Grant Ellison's Wife." “You speak as if you were jealous of the honor,” he says. laughingly, and he dep-aaits thg flog on fits _vg}_vet 0}”:pr am} rises. “i am icing to the park ; then I am going to the theaterâ€"you may may come this even- ing to gupper i_f you_llke.” “A chafiand thanks. Will the Rauian be here?" “Whoâ€"Prince Schwarofl' 2" “Yes.” “He is comin g.” “Then I shall not." “J 39.10115 Tfllaughs the beauty. “Don't be no foolish, Frank.” “I am not afraid. I may marry him, or I may not. I don’t think I shallâ€"J like my liberty too well‘ I don't mean to marry any one,” she replies, gayly, smillng up into his glowing face. “At least, not yet. Now, be off, or I shall lose my drive. Come to- night if you like â€"atay away if you don’t like the sight of his highnesa. Au revoir.” “I hate the msn 1” he says, vehemently. “Do you mean to marry him 3’ “Gala depend /” “He will not let let you play fast and loose with him, as you do with others,” he says, bitterly, “You had better take heed Adelaide ” CHAPTER XXIII.â€"â€"(CONTINDED.) TELLING HER ~FORTUNER By the Author of “PBovnD. on Now Pnovnn‘I “Your wish will b3 gratified almost im‘ mediately. She Is riding with Sir Grant." “Indeed I" “ Yes. You omnot fan“ to see them. Sir Grant is riding a. splendid black thorough- bred, and MP.va Frith is on bar gray mmâ€" a fayrorirte barge she galls Busutyd' Sh went away, her rich satin draperies sweeping the floor; and at the door she turned, gave hlma bright, bewildering smile and vanished. The park in February is certainly not a very brilliant place of resort; but as Miss Chester drove her ponies swiftly up and down, she was not by any means the only person there. The day is an unusually mild, fine day for the season, and it has tempted several of the aristocracy then in flown to order their carriages, and take a rive. “And it would seem thbt Slr Grant does not care to have the anniversary of his wed- ding-d'ty recur too often,” s‘nu replies, gayly. “Have you seen the young lady 1" “Oh, yes, often ! She has been a balle for “I will look out for them. -Good-morn ing‘ Ciptaig Rabzoqu As Mias Chester drives on she pulls down her veil, which. is of rich black Spalulsh lace; besides being a. protection from the east Wind. it completely conceals har beau- tiful face, withoutt, however, preventing her from seeing clearly. Presently Miss Chester pulls up her ponies to speak to a gentleman who is standing by the railings, and who tells her who is the beautiful, grey-eyed lady with the soft ril- ver hair and high-bred manner ; and the actress’ beautiful eyesfollow Grant's mother's with a. strange expression, which would have somewhat surprised her informant had he caught sight of it l “So that is Lindy Ellison l" shesays, light- ly. “I hear she is shortly to become a dowsger. It is true I suppose?” ‘ Quite true, Sir Grant is to be married on the 29th. This is leap year, you know.” “011,7yes, often ! She has been a balle for two seasons." “A belle I Is she so handsome Y I wlsh I could see her.” She drives slowly; and seeing some eques- triaua coming toward her down the Row, she pulls up her ponies again by the railings, and waits for them to pass. The party con- slstsof two gentlemen and a. lady, and one glance is sufiieien‘s for her to recognim Sir Grant Elliaon. Tnen the dark eyes turn eagarly to the girl’s face, and as they mark 1ts rare loveliness, a sudden, fierce, enviuus glewm flashea into them. Lady Ellison is there, driving with Lady Mary Featherstone and Gracie, who. with Ted, are in town for a. few days, staying at Ellison House, and Ted is riding with Sir Grant and Clara. Clara looks ,indeed beautiful ; the rich col- or mantling in her cheeks; the love-light in. her happy eyes; the sudden, sweet smile with which she turns to Gtant, to answer some remark he makes or quantion be ad- dresges her, to add to her beauty ; whiie the closely-fitting dark grsen habit shows to ad- vantage a figure Dan faulsless as Adelaide Cheatar’s own. mi”? A sudden, vindictive smile crosses the actress’ beautiful lips no she looks ; than she turns her ponies' heads, and drives rapidly homewurd. She is due at the theater for rehearsal, but she does not head that ; she does not fear a scolding from the manager, and is careless whether she disturbs the routine of his arrangements or not. When he reaches her own house, she goes straight to her davenport and takes out aplain, uquare, cream-laid envelope, Which she ad- dresses in a bold, free hand to Miss Frith ; then opening one of the side drawers of the writing-table, she hesitates for a moment as if uncertain. Then she slips a folded pleas of paper into the envelope, seals it, and again leaves the house, walking rapidly to the nearest pillar-box, into which she drops the letter, and hailing a hansom, drives off to her rehearsal with a strange, evil, bitter smile on her lips. The very same afternoon, 'some two or three hours later the postman’s rat tat sounds imperatively at the door of Ellison House, and among other epistles he delivers the square, cre amlald envelope which :Mlss Chester had addressed and posted herself. Just as the footman places them on a salver to take up to the drawing room, Miss Frith herself, a very pretty, dainty figure, in black Ivelvet and seal-skin, comes down- stairs, and almost simultaneously Sir Grant, also equipped for a drive, appears at the open door of the library, which is situated on the ground floor. “ The oarriuge is waiting, Clara,” he says, with a long, loving glance at the pretty vei- vet clad figure. “I do not think you will have time to read your letters, if there are any for you." “ Are there any, Thomas, save Clara, carelessly, intent on the buttons of her long gloves ; and Thomas selects that portion of the letters which belongs to Clara, presents them to her, and handa a couple to Sir Grant at the same time. “Mina will wait," he says, carelessly, thr_qwing them baa}; onfihe hay tabjgaii Thomas opens the door; Lady Ellison's brougth is waiting with the coachman on the box, and a second foohnnn standing by the door of the carriage opens it while Sir Grant assists Clara to get in, and fOIIOWE himself, giving the orde rto drive to the Dare gallery, and the carriage starts. “ Are they! I should like to have a few letters from you, Clara ; I should think that you could make them charmingâ€"very charmingâ€"sud I never had but that one lit:- tle note.” Clara smiles, but colors slightly. “ Is it possible that has the power to make you blush even now ‘3” he says, laughing; then he adds more gravely : “ I remember how I used to envy the fellows who got home letters out in the bush. They used to make them so happy.” “ Now, the letter, says Sir Grant, laugh- ing. “I wonder why your sex is invari- ably so much more eager for correspond- ence than ours, Clara.” “ Bacause, your correspondence ,oonsiats prlncl filly of lawyera' letters and tailora' bills,’ laughs Clara. “ Whereas our letter: are filled with all kinds of interesting mat- tare.” “ Poor Grant I" 53;]; Clara, Wily, steal- ing her hand lnto his sympathetically for a moment ; then she turns to her letters, and Grant, leaning back luxuriously in the soft- cushloned brougham, thinks of the bitter past, and contrasts it with the smiling, oloudless present._ u 7 ,, an L A _ _ . . . “ What are all those smiles over 1” he says, presently. “ Over a letter from Sylvia,” she answers, gayly. “ They are not going to sail till June. Is not that good news ‘1" “ Very,” he answers, warmly. “ I am very_f_ond of Sylvia, Glam.” ,1 1”“.1‘1“ .1... wall know yehr ere,“ she said, laughihgly, as she folds the letter and takes up another. “ I v15: yeyy jgehzue o'fv her one time.” 1 H,” A BOX AT WHE VARIETY, The afternoon were away very happily. At the picture-gallery Grant and Clara sent home the brougham, and sauntered through the rooms slowl' , arm inrarm, feasting their eyes on the master-pieces of the great Frenc‘u artist, talking of art and artist, anti- cipating the delight of that tour in Italy which tht‘,‘ hoped to take together, perfect- ly happy'md absorbed in each other, and quite unconscious of the attention they could not failto utt not. Sir Gran‘llo tall, and at Ltk‘v: ly, and handsome; Clara, with her delicate beauty, anri herflcaatly, tasteful dress. How often, during the weary time which followed both looked back at tho’: afternoon and its golden hours with unutterable longingâ€"4m- uttemble sadness ! Then. when the pictures were exhaueted, 01m ineieted on walking down New Band Street, lingering before the shop windows, criticising, admiring, discussing, like two happy children, and buying all kinds of use- less, expensive, pretty triflea which caught their fancy ; and then Clem. coexed Sir Gr mt to take her to the Criterion, “just to see it once, Grant,” to have some tea, and they drove off together in a. hanaomâ€"the young lady delighted at the idea that they were en- j )ying a. taste of Bahamian life in London. “ Fouliah child ! You never had any cauae for jealousy since I knew you.” “ Had Inot! I hope you don’t mean to give- me guy in theffuture‘! ' NLA ___. :.-I And not one shadow of the coming trou- ble fell upon them as they look forwardâ€" not one Warning of the terrlble misery both should suffer befor they were at Cham ack together I 6-;‘VI-Egnjéli18iiwexvréil could make you jaal one,” he answered, merrily. “ You know yoELowPAgower too well 1” A“ .1 a....._:.u.. “I don’t think you need be jealous,” she repfiea. “ I have no doubt it is only Mr. Warren. He was very eloquent the other night about the beauty of the principal a0:- ress there, and wishes me very much to see her. You will go tam-night Grant? ’ “ Oh I Ialmll not be tlred; Besides, when one is in London for a. short time one must n06 think of fatigue. There will be plenty of time to real: when we get to Charnock. Dear Charnock 1" she wide, earnestly; “how pleaqed I shall be to see it again !" - “ So shall I, sweet; ; and tiiiuk of the hap- py _tin_15 we shall sp_end tigers togatper.” “I shall not a bit mind being poor with you, Grant,” she said, nestling close ts him as the hansom bowled on rapidly. “ t would be what Ted calls ‘awfully jolly.’ We should have a. pretty tiny house somewhere in Piccadilly, I think-and only two ser- vantsâ€"and We shOuld not need a. carriage, for hansom’s are quite as nice and so con- venient ; and we should go to the theaters and concerts, just you and I together, in a Durbyland-Joan fsshion, which would be delightful.” “ Douf'I'r'vaiie sayé, saucily; and turning away from him, she breaks the seal of the (twain-laid! equatre gngelope in her hand. ,1; ‘l’Then some one has forestalled you,” re" plies, laughing. “ Who can it. be?’ Sir Grant frowns a little. “How delightful, whoever it we: 1" she oontlnues, gayly, “ We will go, of course, Grant,” “ Why of course, Clara 2" “ Because it would be quite too rude not to do so,” she answered, merrily. “Oh! you foolish old darling, are you really jml- ous T" Grant laughs. "I am vexed that some one else has an- ticipated my wish to give you pleasure, sweet,” he answers, taking her hand fondly; “ Of course, {n7 darlfng ; unless you are tirgd_ gigs; 33hr} pictqresi” (- . if “I am afraid you would get tired of such a life, sweet.” “Tiredâ€"with you, Grant?” “Besides,” he said, smiling, as he glanced down at her tenderly, “if we were realy poor, Clara, I am afraid even a tiny house in Piccadilly would be beyond our reach. We should have to content ourselves with dingy lodgings in the East-end, with a maid- of-all-wo'rk ; and instead of {hansomm we should be reduced to trumwa s and omni~ buses. How would you like t at, Clara?" Clara looked up somewhat dismayed. “I should not like the omnibuses," she said, laughing. “But I should not mind the tramways ; and we could walk, you know, Grant. But then, if we were really so pear as that, we should not live in Lon- don at a lâ€" we should have a tiny cottage in the country.” Urumu-mm, miunno muvwlm u. “v. u“-.. “I wonder who this is from ‘31 dgn’t know the handwriting.” Awi‘he enVEIâ€"Jneeenta‘ins no letter, only a long, narrow slip of paper, which Clem looks at with puzzled eyes ; then she turns to Grant and leugha. “ Did you send me this, Grant ‘2 ’ she asks. “ What is it, sweetheart ‘3" “A box for the Veriety for to-night.” “I did not send It,” he answers, taking the order from her hand. “ But I had meant to take you to see the play there; they fey it in capital‘.” . .uu 11,,- “I am afraid you and poverty would not agree very well. darling," he answered, smiling. “And I am very thankful 120 think that__my liytlg wifg {a a. rich heiress.” Often afterward Clara looked back to that afternoon as one of the happiest of a life which then had known but few clonc' y days. The novelty of the gayly-lighted room where they had tea, the people coming in and out, the buzz of voices about them, and Grant’s handsome happy faceâ€"the face from which all the sadness had disappeared now as he sat opposite to her at the little marble table â€"all contributed to the charm of the hour; and when they drove home, Clara nestled her hand in her lover’s, and whispered that she was feeling, with Coleridge, “what a beautiful thing it was to live 1” Then came ainner in the handsome dining- room at Ellison House, with the velvet-foot- ed servants in attendance, and dainty fax-e “Your little wife has nothing but what belongs to her husband,” Clara said, hur- riedly, and just then the cab drew up at the Criterion. CHAPTER XXIV. and rare wines ; than a little lingering over cofiee in the pretty, softly lighted drawing- room, with pleasant chit-chat over the doing: of the day, and 9. little laughter over the anonymous donor of the box at the Variety. “I have half a mind to throw over this opera and go with you, Gloria," laughed Gracie Fetherstone. “Do you think Aunt J annle would be very mgch vexed. Ted ‘2" “ I am a'raid she would ; baaides, Gracie, you may not get a chance of hearing Nillaon again for ever so long, and she plays Mary herita exqufahc'lyh” and Lady Mary. “ I think if Clara were coming with us she would enjoy It more than the Variety.” “ Clara ivgvon’t hearrNillson spokei of in the same breath with Patti,” sadd Sir Grant, gayly. “I tell her she shows exaomhle taste. ” “ I’m very sorry, but it's the best; I've gab," said Clam, laughing. " Then I afraid, Grant, you and I will have to go alone, as I have naked mother in vain. I can’t tempt her.” In a. few minutes, however, the languid attentions of the spectators quickened into something more like eager interest, and the next moment a. door on the stage opened, and the rich and fascinating Widow appear- ed, and 9. thunder of applauve broke forth, during which the beautiful actress came quietly forward, inclining her head slightly in aoknowledgmeuh of the rapturous reaep- tlon uhe had received. “ Then we will go in the D.brby<and»Joan fashion you spoke of this afternoon," said Grant, smiling; and Clara went away to get her clock, whlle Grunt rang for the brougham. Grant obeyed, changing his seat opposite bar for one by her side, and than both tum- ed their attention to the stage, where 3 prev,- ty, daintily-attired soubrette was telling the somewhat indlfi'erent audience about- the beauty end conquests and preaenta of her mistress, a rich young widow, who was turning all the heads. and breaking all the hearts of the male portion of the p)pu1atlon of Scarboro’, Where the acenes of the play â€"â€"1\ fashionable drawing-room comedy-â€" was laid. She wore an evening-dress 01 gold colored silk, made in tlne extreme of the fashion, and caught hcra and there by bunches of vived scarlet gemnlum. R “and her throat a black velvefi band was clasperl with a superb dia- mon'l eta? ; while) on the bare white arms and sm x11, plump hands diamonds, sapphires, and rubles blazed in a profu'iou which spoke brilliantly of the generosity of the actress' admirers. Coming to the footllghts, she stood afloat a momen‘s, and her dark eyes gave one swift, upward glance at the box where Clara was seated, and as she did so a. little, vindictive gleam of triumphant (“nuke shot hm) than Tna young girl wan disfilnctiy visible, for, in her eagerness she had leaned forward, and the Rifle gmved bani and have arm lay upon the velvat on the front of the box. “How bewtiful Iâ€"how beautiful !" the girl said, drawing bzwk alintlc. “I never saw F0 lovely in. face 1 Oh, how magalficant she in: 1 Grant, do 109k, duar. 02m ydu see her?’ Sir Grmt made no Amway, and smnfethiug ’in his silence made Clara. turn toward him. “Grant, I am sure you cannot seeâ€"doâ€" VVhat is the matter! Are yuu ill? My dear- eat, What in it 1’” she cried, in the greatest alarm, for his face WM dewin pile, and into the beautiful gray-blue eyeu, which made Clara’s sunshine, then had come an exprea- uion of unuttemble psin. The,Vnrtety Theater was full from plt to upper gallery when Sir Grant and Clara. en- tered thelr box. The firsi act of the play was over, but the curtain had not than on the second act; and during the interval Clara. glanced round the house, reoognizin a face here and there in the dreas~circle ah boxes. For a moment he anawerei be): nothing ; then, conquering his emotion by a strong effort, he smiled up into the anxious, ten der face bq-ndlng ever Hm. “It is nothing, my darling,” he said has- tily. “An old wound which makes me wince now and then. Swenthearb, I am sorry you notfcad, Ia is nothing indeed." He released her hand gently, and leaving his seat beslde her, resumed the one he had occupied when they, had first entered the box, and, drawing somewhat bauk behind the shelter of the curtain, he looked down eagerly at the stage. ~ “ There is Lord Rneton in the box near- ly opposite ours,” she said, presently. “He does not appear to enjoy himself very much. I: not that Lord Henry with him? You ; I am sure it is. Is that some one in the royal box ‘1" “ Yes, dear, the princess is there." “ How lovely she looks, and what an ex- quslte bracelet she ham on her right arm ! Ah I the curtain is going up. Cam you see there, Grant? Come on this side ; you will have a much better View of the stage, and this is a. pretty scene,” I A young lady was engaged $3 a rich young manufacturer. The day was set for the wed- ding ; the guests wera invited. But a few days before the day appointed for the wed‘ ding the prospective bride learned that the firm to which her betrothed belonged was insolvent. She immediately wrote him a letter breaking the engagement and bidding him farewell. It was sent off in the greatâ€"‘ est haste, as there was no more than time to stop the preparations for the wedding. Two hours after it had been pasted she learned that the rumor of the firm's insolvency was false. Accompanied by her parents she hastened to the post ofiiae to demand the re- turn of her letter. The postmaster politely refused to give it up. The young lady in- sisted, but the postmaster remained firm. The parents began to argue the case. It was useless. They became excited, their daughter became hysterical, and there was a scene. But appeals, entreatles, tears, wringing of hands and threats of fainting were all in vain ; the polite postmaster had but one answer. The rule admitted of no exception, but the letter was already in the eyes of the law the property of the young man. It was sent, and saved him from the great misfortune of marrying a mercenary wife. More than one tale has been written founded on the incident of a letter being lost or intercepted. Perhaps it would be well, by way of variety, for some rising author to found his next story upon the let- ter that was delivered against the sober sec and thought of the writer. 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The Germm imperial Government has ordered the establishment of a. chair for by- giene and bacteriology at all universities of the empire. Catarrhal Headache, hawking and spitting up phlegm, etc" as once relieved and cured by the use of Dr, Carson‘s Cami-1h Cure No reason why you should sufiur another day Many cases at catarrh o longstanding have been cured by a single bonnie 0 Dr lCarson'a Oatanh Cure. All Druggiats $1.00 per butt 6. Mme. lesson has juut refusa i $30,000 for fifteen coucarus in Rush because in is so cold. The entries for the grow Colonial and Indian Exhibition still come in from all quarters of tne Dominion, and corporations, societies, and institutions of all sorts, are contributing to make the dis lay of the most varied character. One oi) the novel features in the Dominion display will be a. journui printed in the building. This paper will be edited and pubiished by Canadians, printed from Canadian type, on a Canadian press, and from Canadian made paper. It will be published by a syndicate of gentle- men, under the name of the “ Trades Pub- lishing 00,,” with offices in Toronto and Montreal. Lust smaon’s catch of salmon in the Maine rivers was the largest in fifty years. Don‘t hawk, hawk, blow, blow, disgust- iug everybody, but use Dr. Sage’a Oman-h Remedy. It in said that Shanghai shipped to Amer- ica last year not less than 500,000 pounds of willow leaves disguised as tea. There ia no excusé for 'y'o‘Lirflihfierlug My longei from Cabath, Bronchitis, am, when You can gen a remedy guaranteed to cure. and which is perfuefly auto. Dr. Cuson'e Oat-"h Oure Is a pleasant rind efleotual‘mmedy. Ask your Druggist about it. Tnare L. a. club of book lovers, authors, and blbliophlles in London which call: itself “ T‘ue Sette of Odd Volumes.”