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"Let us change the subject. Don’t tell me. only more of the exclusions from the ball. Tell me about the peo- ple who are here. They areâ€" all good and irrep'roachable, and have never done anything wrong in their lives. I know you and Lady Penryth and Mr. Daryl. Tell me about flame of the others.” . 3 Lord do Bru‘yno had to look away to' hide hi-s smile. "I don’t pretend that I have never done anything wrong," he said. "Goodâ€" “How did you enjoy your promon- ade with Mr. Dar‘yl i” he asked her :when they were again together. " More than any other part of the evening, but I had time to observe that you paid no attention to my 35;" monition. You have relapsed into lau- ness ever 'ince I left you;” "Oh, I never try to do any better! What is the good of life if one does not suit oneself? .Do you know all the people here? Mr. Daryl has made I careful selection and every one whom he asks always comes. There are a few unhappy wretcheis who are hit- ing their nails with vexation at being left out.” ({‘How do you know 5}” the girl askâ€" a . “ I miss the party from Monkton Cas- tle. For my part, I never cou'ld See the sense of interfering with people or bothering about whether they are strait-laced or not. One does hear Queer stories about Lord Monkton, and they are a wild set, if one is to credit all that people sa/y, but what is that to anybody else ?" "Yes. H15 lives qmite close to Mr. Daryl. and belongs to a good famlly. I su’p‘pose it is because our host got too muph of that kind of thing_trom his own people that he is so partlcular " Then you should not speak about them," Kilmen‘yI said, holding her head very high. It is not right to take away a man’s character first, and then to say that you‘ don’t believe the storâ€" ies. Besides, I know that you do be- lieve in them. You said what you did only when you' found out that Iknew Mr. Warrender. He is mu‘ch better away from this place, if people talk as you do." "I am really awfully sorry.” hean- swered, with a look of what seemed to the girl to be genuine contrition. ".If he is your friend that is enough. I will believe that he is everything that is lgqod. Please forgive me for re- tailing gossip, and forget what has been said. I shall not rest until you tell me that I am absolved." “Yes, if you have heard any dam- aging stories aboufi him, I advise you to let Miss Richmond hear one or two in a casual manner." “I am afraid that I know none.” ” Then invent them. After that go on withI your courtship, it will be safe. And confide your hopes to my broth- er, withoult seeming to be too eager for _money.” " H‘e i's nothing more to me. than_ any one else. I am not a child to be frlght‘ ongd by an 9143 may): "It Oulght to make a difference. on" 011mm; to choose one’s friends. I am glad to know, for instance, from What you Say, that everybody here is the. right sort of person. I like Mr. Daryl for that." ferent to me. Then there is Warren- derâ€"W’arrender of Merridale. Inever quite believed that any of the stories about him were true uhtil I missed him to-night." ‘ DOW‘ "What do you mean ? What kind of thing 2" ” Oh, well, one does not speak of It openly. Sowing one’s wild oats gen- "ally takes pretty much the same form. And there was some excuse for him, for he did not expect to be rich, and Idare say! he wanted to get some enqugmmt out of his money?“ Lord de Bru‘yne brought his gaze to her face, with a look of concern and nompru-nction. , v "I beg ‘youtr pardon,” he murmur- ed. " I would not have said a word if I had known that W'arrender was an acquaintance of yours! But I under- stood from you that you were a strang- er and know nobody. You' are quite right to- stand up for your friend, and, for my part, I am awre that nothing they say about him is true. I too never believe these things; they are no concern of mine.” " Your instructions are rather dif- ficult,” he said with a laugh. "How- ever, it all seems plain sailing, and I will risk it. There is always some way out of the difficulty in such a. case, if things turn out diisappoint- may." " More evening, that you monition. ness evar " Min fairiender ?” Kilmeny said un- noggin”. ‘r " I do not believe any stories. Iknow Mr. Warrender, and I am certain that they are not true, if they are bad ones!" ‘ “Some thing matter to me. If 'I am careless and 1941; people manage their own affairs, I do not want to be u‘njg‘t.” ., "She is deep enoulgh to make tools of us, my brother included, if we do not take care. I know nothing but that. To the world she has hith‘firto been merely the daughter of a Doc- tor Richmond, an obscure country‘ 7 actitionei‘. filer mother is close bi, ivin‘g in a. cottage belonging to aper- Don called Warrender. I may Warn you that in him you will find your greatest danger. "I't may not be so easy when you hgy’gmjy brqther to deal withlz” He r550 rand. stfolled away. Kilmeny had Promised him another dance, and heflgaa waiting forr it. “ Warrender? Christopher Warren- der, of Merridale. Doas he know her?” "I thought that nothing mattered to you? Let us say no more about it)! / CHAPTER IV.-Co‘ntinued. A Double Disobedience. ‘Well, it seems qpite difâ€" ness knows I have many a sin on my conscience. You’r rebuke is just Miss Richmond. Bth of late, you see, I have turned over a. new leaf, and am quite steady now. Mr. Daryl, too, has be- come a man of benevolence, and Lady Penryth is reconciled to her brother. So we are all on the good side and de- serve some commendation." "Mamma," Kilmen‘y said abruptly, "C'hris has b'een here. I could hear all that you said from my window. He did not ask for me; you did not invite all-15m in. I want to know what has n1ng this change W’ NV- .v “a”... uv___.._~___v._, Bu’t Kilmeny‘s brow Elias clouded during the rest of the time that they were together. ' Kilmeny spoke In a voice which fal- tered in spite of her resolution. If Mrs. Richmond confessed to having heard anything against Christopher, anything which she believed to such an extent as to «make her resolve to put an end to the intimacy between him and her family, Kilmeny felt as if nothing was worth living, for. She would not care then What became of her or where she went. But Mrs. Richmond was silent. "We cannotâ€"that is the worsk of it! And I feel just as unhappy: as you at having to stay in Chris’s house when we have to treat him so. But I have promised not to leave until your papa’s return. and he is to nettle every- thing." “Then, mammal," Kilmeny said, "I must arrange. so that I shall not see Kilmeny had taken the latchkey, and she lelt herself in on her return home. There was a lamp lighted for em in ’the hall, and she made her soli- tary, way to her own room, which she occupied alone. She longed to see her mother, though it had been arranged that no one should sit up for her, and she felt a terrible loneliness for the first time in her life, as she sat down in all her finery on the side of her bed and looked around her. Her fath- er was far away and Christopher Warâ€" render seemed to be separated from her in some inexplicable fashion. He scarcely ever called, and then only when she was out. Kilmen‘y’s thought went back mis- erably to the evening when they had dined at his house, which seemed to her now to have been the last happy time that she had known. Her mother had been different ever since. and had treated Christopher differently, Could it be that these _stor1es which Lord de Bru’yne 'had spoken of as notorious had She sat there upon the bed, with her gay ball-dres crushed around her. She hated it as she rose and' put it off before she crept into bed, her heart aching and her mind full of unrest. The next day Jessica, brought her breakfast to the bedside to her, and Mr. Richmond followed, With a kind, wistful face, to look at her daughter- Jessica was eager to hear all aboql‘t the ball, and Kilmeny tried to tell It with her usual spirit, conscious all the time that her accownt was a failure- She knew that Mrs. Richmond was Watching and listening anxiouslyâ€"1655 to what Kleeny said than to how she said l-tâ€"but, when it was over, she want away, and Kilmeny was left algpe again. "Good morning. All are Well, I BuP' pose 2” “A.” are well, thank you,” . "Have you heard from Doctor Rlch- mond a" "Noâ€"there has been no time y_et." "Well, good morning, Mrs. Bush- mgrylfitâ€""Goou mornipgi" "Dear Kilmédny, when Chris comes here you are nearly always out, and I giro, _say_ tpat disappointafhi-mf' . “T.ha1: xfifight accou-xft for the change Ln hm}, but not for the change in you. It_b§gan that evening in his gagdgni” “You heard something that evening which made you anxious to’ break off acquaintance with Chris. You wrote to papa next morning about it. Chris knows you wrote, and You and. he are only waiting to hear what papa will say. Clhris comes here no more until papa has written. Mamma, I heard something last night that gave me an idea what it was about, but I could not believe it. If it is true, if you are convinced beyond the shadow! of a doubt that it is true. do not speak. Just be silent, and I shall know, what to think. I could not bean to have it put into words." Her straining ears waited for a sound, but none came, and when she looked at Mrs. Richmond she was weeging. The sound of Chris Warrender’s voice outside and the trampling of his horse’s feet ptreselntly aroused (her. She sprang from her bed and placed her- self where she could hear What he had to say. He seemed to have brought his horse close to the window of the sitting room in order to speak to Mrs. Rich-mend. The horse drew back from) the win- dow, and Kilmeny could hear its re- treating footsteps as Ghristopher rode away. She dressed hast.in and went downstairs. Mrs. R‘iahrmond Was alone when she entreed the alt- tmg room, and ‘bler eyes looked as if that had been lately filled with teay‘s. "Mind, I don’t know what it is !” cried Kibmeny. “It was only a whis- per which reached me, and. I said that I did not believe it, but it must be true. Don’t teJI me any more. I could not bear it. Let us never speak of it again." “I hoped it might be arranged some- how,” said Mrs. Richmond. “I hoped you mfg-ht not have to leave me, darling. Even now, if your father were home, something might ~be done. But he has not even.had time to eriEe, gpd I do not know what to do.’r’ “Could we not go away? We need not stay in this house !” Kil‘mey cried wretchedly, sitting down at her mother’s feet and looking up. into her face. "If we cannot speak toâ€"toâ€" Mr. ‘Varrenvder, or have anything to do with him, we ought not to be in his house. Let us leave! at once.” C‘H‘AJP TER V. “Mr. Daryl was with! the mistress for a long time. But you need not ask me anything, miss. 41 never saw such. goings on since I came into the family, and that was just after Miss Jessica was born. Mr. Christopher never comes to the house now, and you are taken up With“ Mrl Daryl and his fine friends, and the mistress crying her eyes out whenever nobody is look- ing. And now she and the children are all gone off home, leaving me to pack up and follow, Without me know- ing what anything means. But you, Miss Kilmenyâ€"you can go to Mr. Daryl’s and enjoy yourself, and not trouble your head what becomes of any of us." Chris again. Please do not: say any more about it, and let me go away: myself. Do any of the others know Q” shgflasked suddenly. There was a footman waiting who requested Miss Richmond to see. his master in his own room, and she fol- lowed him. He took her to a part of the house where she had never been before, and ushered her into a splen- did apartment, in which the master of the house was seated, waiting im- patiently. As Kilmeny’s eyes fell on him, she experienced a revulsion of feeling. He looked so shrivelled and cynical a he sat there waiting for her, and there was such an evil gleam in his eyes, that she wished she had never seen him, He smiled, but the smile failed to brighten his face as he ljeld out his hand to her. Kilmeny obeyed. Everything seem- ed to be reeling round her in the shock of 'what she had jwst been told. Outside the horses were stamping, and the coachman was looking in curiously and impatiently. Kilmeny glanced round the empty house, where her voice and Hannah’s already went echoing through the silent passage. Everything was indeed changed, and nothing was left to her but Mr. Daryl, whose acquaintance she had wilfully chosen. She turned away from Hannah and went back to her own room. Presently she returned with her hat on. She hugged- Hannah silently and went out, looking very proud. The foot‘ma‘n ran to open the carrage door, the coachman touched his hat, a-nflthey were off. ‘Kilmeny’s bearing was just as proud when she went up the steps of. the gloomy gray house which she had once so [much longed to enter. Her eyes Wage dry and bright. "No one knows anything about it but ou, and I hoped that you might not ear of it until. papa’s return. It you Like, darling, I will tell you the whole story now that you know some- thing. I can fancy what a shock any Wyispler _of it must have been tgyoufl’ "I don’t want to [hear it,” Killin'eny said, rising. “What I know is quite 811011311- 1 think, mamma, I will lie down for a little while, and please dog’t let anybody in.” She went away without waiting for her mother to speak. If she could only escape anywhere! If she need not continue living in Chris’s house where everything reminded her of himl Last night’s scenes, which the shock of the morning had driven out of her mind, came back on her with asense of longing. She might find oblivion there for the pain which she was ex- periencing. She did not care for Lady Penryth’s insolence or for any humi- liation which might await her. if only she could get away. 'A knock at her door roused her after a long time, and a note was thrust under it. "As if I could enjoy anything with- out them all!” cried Kilmeny indig- nantly. "You know tlhiatis impossible, Hannah. 01), if there was only some one to tell m.,e what it means! Why did mamma go away, and why am I left behind without a word? Tell me, Hannah; you know more than you say} _Tell me What’ has happer_19d_l"'_ " She is not your mother] Sit down; what I have to tell you will take some time, though 1 shall ,make- it as short as possible. It is not exactly the kin( of thing one cares to dwell on." A “Mr. Daryl's carriage is waiting out- side, and you are to go i1. it to see him. He has something important to say to you. I am. not/to speak to you before you leave. May Heaven watch evil: and protect my darLing I" Kil‘meny threw the letter down and ran out. She met the old servant in the hall. "Where is mamma 9” she cried. “Sho went away a good while ago. She told me not to disturb you until she had gone, and thal! when the car- riage came I was to give you the letter." “I know no more than you indeed. Miss Kilnmnry! Yodr mamma said you were to go to Mr. Daryu’s, and henwolgld tell you everything.” "I hope Mrs. Richmond told you nothing further?” he said abrubtly. “How any one guessed my secret I am alt a loss to know, but, as you know something and as other people have found out more, [nothing remains but for the rest to be published. Sit down; have you any name but that outlandish one ?” . "I have no name but Kilmeny. And If you please, I would rather not hear agyflmore of _th§ story you speak 3f." “ Nonsense!” he cried sharp-1y. “You have left vour old life behind, and you must forget all these people who brought you up. You belong 10 meâ€" not them! They were paid for what they did, and they have done with you. It is not fit. that my grand- daughter and heiress should be mixed up with people who are merely respect:- ablo and nothing more.” “Your granddaughterl” Kilmeny cried. “Whart can you) mean? Doctor Richmond is my father, and he is nothing to you! I do not know what you are talking about!” She went to pick it up. It was in Mrs. Richmond’s writing and contain- ed these wordsâ€" ’ "Gone! How could mlamma go Evitléout me? Who has been here to- ay 7,. "Do‘ you mean, my mother, Mrs Richmond ?” 7 “Then 51011 <le not hear Lhe story? \Vhat can that woman have Lean th‘n‘;- ing of T’ - To be Contin ued. PERFECT MACHINES ALL, andâ€"greater marvel yet â€" thinking machines. Great Britain, realizing gha worth of them, has put them alongside the pick of her army, and even wxfh this fierce competition. Canadian skill and training, and muscle and brain, welded and applied by Canadian pluck. shew conspicuously. vvuu nvuvuul.’ . * *’ " r v . Around our men now in South Af- rica our keenest interest centres, Amongst these are Capt. Hensley, of. the Dublin Fusiliers; Lieut. Mclnnis, Royal ’Engineers, who has been forti- fying Kimberley; Lieuts. Scott, 0f the stafi Corps. Smith and Cory, in the Dublin Fusiliers. and Wood, of the North szncashires. Not till we know. the regiments at or on their way to the front can we tell just how many more are in the thick of it. We are certain, however, that several of the corps now in India will be ordered to South Africa, and with these are num- bers 01‘ our men. b‘mall wonder that this, Gfeat BI‘l- tain’s latest war, has stirred our yoqu nation as it has never hitherto been stirred, Ours toâ€"day is not the abstract glow 01' enthusiasm” the ab- stract thrill of sympathy, but the liv- ing glow and thrill of motheIl fonson, auu sister 'Ior brother, and the yet keener throb of a relationship dearer still. From every‘corger of. the, wide Dominion a prayer goes up for the welfare of our boys, who may: be: ask- ed at any moment for than; lives. t A PBIZEMAN IN HIS DAY, the other in the Royal Artillery, who has already seen service with Sir Wil- liam Lookhart in lndia. Old Port Hope school holds up proudly her head, as she points to Mclnnis, and Morris, and Von Huge]. and many another “’1‘, C. S. fellow." bright ornaments to) the British arms. Peterborough’s heart is now in india with the Royal Engin- eers, [or there Harry Rogers, one of the R, M. (L’s brightest sons, is stationed. The old garrison town of Kingston bears in mind the Strauben- zies. Duff. with the Engineers in IndiaI Lesslie there also; Sears, and Cart- wright, and Skinner, at. any moment liable to be ordered to the front. And Quebec rejoices that she has given Smith and de Lotbiniere and Dobell to the Empire. in Montreal they speak of Sweeny with the lndian Staff corps, and Lalferty with the contingent. Halifax is watching India, where Twining and Kaulbach are, Right loyally and willingly has Lower Can- ada sent her sons to the forefront; for Courtney is with the Royal Artil- lery at Azra, De Bury in Ceylon. Panet and Tilley with the Royal Engineers in India; men in whose veins glows the gallant blood of the old regime. side by side with men whose stool: is purely British, but all true Canadians, one in their eagerness to serve under the Union Jack. And any day may bring us word \Of others of our kith and kin for {whom the Inst "lights out" has sounded.: Not for them will we grieve, for through vnlour, in the following of their: duty, they will have «mm to the full! know. ledge of the truth. I l. Contingent or no contingent, Britain could not to-day be at war in .any Quarter of the civilized or uncivilized world without its horrors pressing hard on some Canadian homes. Scat- tered over the globe, with the "troops in Britain, in India, in European gar- risons, in out-ofâ€"the-Way stations, Wherever the British flag is flying, and. what concerns us most just, now, in South Alrica, towards which the whole world toâ€"day is looking, are sometime R.M.C., cadets, giving of their strong, tree, northern life to the military purposes of the Empire. Most distinguished amongst them is Girouâ€" ard Bimbashi, who has temporarily left his important post, the presidency of all the Egyptian railways. and has been attached to Gen. Buller’s forces with, at thirty-two, the rank of lieut-colonel; the man who, Steevens says. "never loses his head, nor fora gets his own mind;” who as a subalâ€" tern had a record sufficient to make the reputation of any engineer in the World. Toronto will think of the safety of her Denisons. one just gone as adjut- ant to the contingent; 01' Sweny, wiLh the Relay Fusiliers, Bombay; of the Hodgins, one with the British Colum- bia contingent, To spur them on to uphold the motto of their college, comes the cherished memory of those who bravely met the glorious death in which their women exult through blinding tears“ Mackay who headed the list of those who entered the pol- lege at its opening in 1878, and‘who afâ€" terwards served with distinction in Af- rica. winning the D.S.0.; Stairs, of; the Welsh Regiment, whose flame is imper- ishnbly linked with that of Stanley, and whose story, has passed into history; Robinson, ol' the Royal Engineers, who was killed in action whi‘lst, with con- spicuous bravery, blowing up the gate or Tumbi in Africa. A tablet to their memory was erected in St. George’s cathedral, Kingston, jointly by their comrades 01' the R.L‘vI.C., and the Royal Engineers. thus‘muking it not a col- onial, but an imperial tribute. .A similar tablet was at the same time placed in Rochester cathedral, Eng- land. which already contains memorials to many of England’s best and bravest soldiers. The men under Cap-t. Stairs’ command also placed a memorial tnblet to him in the Church of 'Stan- hope Lines, Aldershot. 1 1 And as with Girouard, so with- rest of Canada’s martial sons, Interesting Sketch oi’noyal Military Col- lege Graduates Enrolled In Her Majesty’s Army. The following sketch. by G. W. C. White, is interesting:â€"-- I HEROES IN SOUTH .AFRIUA MANY FROM THE DOMINION WITH THE BRITISH TROOPS. “TRUTH, DUTY, VALO'UR." the Below is his experience, in substance, as he gave it to ‘uszâ€""A‘bout two years ago, for the first time in my life, I be- gan: to realize fully what ill health meant. The first symptom was a feeling of overpowering drowsiness which crept OVBI‘IDB at times. Otter! Iwould be at work in the field when the drowsiness would seize ma and I would find that it required. the exer- cise of allmLy will-power to keep awake. In a short time I was attacked by sharp piercing pains, which shot: through the lower part of my back. At first this did not trouble me very much during the day, {but at night the pain became almost unen- durable and often I would not close my eyes throughout the whole night. Gradually a nausea and loathing for food developed. Sometimes I would sit down to a meal with" a keen apn- petirte, but after a mouthful on so had passed my lips, sickness and Vomiting would follow. I became greatly re- duced in flesh and in a short time was but a wreck of my former self.; The doctor said the trouble was disease of the kidneys, but his treatment did, not help me. My mother who was some- thing of a nurse, urged me to tryl Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills, and at last to satisfy her more than from hopes of being cured, I took up their use. After taking one box I seemed better: and I resolved to try another. Before the second box was used my condition was improved beyond zgainsay and I felt sure the pills were responsible for it. I took two more boxes and be- fore they were all used the, pain in my back had wholly disappeared, Linn apâ€" peitte had returned, and I felt like a new man. For the sum of two dollars I cured myself of a painful disease. There cannot be the least doubt but that Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills was the sole cause of my recovery, and I con- sider them itho best medicine in exist- once. Sold by all dealers in medicine or Senvt post paid at mt}. a box or 51! boxes for $2.50, by addressing the Dr. Williams’ Medicine 00., Brockville, Ont. Refuse all substitutes. FASCINATING AGE FOR WOMEN. Thirty three years, the Frenchman says, is the fascinating age for woman. and nearly all mankind under 20 and past 25 agree with the Frenchman. Byron found the young girl charm- ing, but complains that she is “All giggle, blush, half pertness and half pout," Amd glancing at mamma for fear there is harm in what you, she, it. or they may be about." And he, as well as the fin-de-siecle‘ beaux, did not find. the conversation at young girls particularly edifying, for he says: "The nursery still lisps out in all they as black as he is painted. Having had sorrows of her own,. she is able to unâ€" derstand and sympathize with the troubles of other people. She kUOWS that no one is wholly bad; that there can be no situation so ter- rible that: there a:e not some extenuat- ing circumstances, and, what is better still, she makes allowances for the shortcomings of her friends. She has also learned that the word “business” when uttered by her husband has vari- ations and sh'ides oi meaning which she can never hope to grasp. All this lhe young: girl of 18 will learn, but when the knowhdge has come to her, she will find herself no'langer a, young girl, but a fascinating woman Recently a reporter of the Acadien was told another of those triumphs of Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills, which are becoming very common in this vicin- ity. The fortunate individual is Mr. David Crowell, a highly respected resi- dent of Hortonvi‘lle.‘ A woman to be especially charming must have a close acquaintance with all the little foibles of human nature; she must know the Shams of the world before she can assume them, before she can be diplomatig. The yomng girl scorns diplomacy as something unworthy; she is sweet and gentle; but so dreadfully honest; her likes and dislikes are so strong. ' Extreme youLh is merciless; lt paints in dark hiues what it dislikes and dreads, and the dark hues are just as exaggerated as Lhe rainbow light with which it decks what it loves. To the young girl the world. is a paradise devoutly believed in, and life is a picture with all its bright lights on. She is half a. child, half an angel, dwelling in the clouds and full of im- possible ideals and sentiments. And poor, erring, earthy man finds it an awful strain to try :to live up to this standard, to all the Godâ€"like qualities with which her imagination has en- dowed him. Is it any wonder, then. that, with a sigh of relief; he seeks the society of the more mature woman who allows him to be himself abso- lutely '6» I l n i‘,, , , , _ . L -5 She does not possess the secret of subtle and delicate flattenes, as well as of the most cruel ironies and m- sivnualions. These slécrels the woman of 33, has learned to a nicety, anduhe charm of both lays in the fee that they always contain a visible truth, They are never the offspring of mere iDVention, for the hope of neing orig- inal is one of the many illusions which she has left behind her with time. She has learned to correctly value all the situations in life. She knows that "all is not gold that glitters,” _and that even His Satanic Majesty is not THE RESULT IS OFTEN A LIFE OF PAIN AND MISERY. Mr. David Crowell, of Horton, N. 5., WM An Intense Sulfa-er and Almost Dis- [mired of Finding a (Juteâ€"Tells the Story of Ills Release. Th9 Acadien, Wolfeville, N. S. _; ’utter, Besides ghey always smell of bread KIDNEY DISEASE. and bitter."