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“Vivien,” said Lady Smeaton. on meeting her at a friend's house one day. “I insist upon your coming over to the Park; I expect some very There was perhaps noLhiug to be said against the morality of any one under its roof. but a cloud hung over the placeâ€"ladies gave a slight shud- der when the place was mentioned. The verdict of society did not at- fect the gclyeties there. The inmates had private theatricnls, charades, dances. There were times when Viv- ien Neslie. listening to the loud laugh- 'ter and conversation, thought she would lose her reason. ".‘he life led at the Abbey seemed to her now one round of orgies. She wondered that the very walls did not fall upon the revelers. Single-handed and alone she tried to stop the currenL of folly, gayety, and dissipation. She might as well have tried to stop the flow- ing tide; yet she did her best for the \onor of the house. Before many weeks had passed Lancewood was filled with guests, but they were of a kind never seen there beforeâ€"ladies who laughed loud- ly and long, ill-bred men who aped fashionable manners. It was some- thing in those degenerate days to see a ridng-purty start. from the grand entrance trodden once by the feet of kings. It was no wonder that the whole neighbourhood talked of the strange proceedings at Lance- wood. "I knew some gay. light-hearted happy people thure who do not meas- ure everything by rule as you Eng- lish do. I shall send for them." Evil days indeed were coming to 'he home of the proud Neslies. “Then I will do what a queen can; not. \Vhat I wanted to say is thisâ€"- if these immaculate neighbours of yours will not visit me, I shall in- vite friends of my ownâ€"people that I knew in France years ago.” "Then heaven help Lancewood!” thought Vivien, but she made no re- ply- "Ah, well. that I shall continue to do! I consider myself in a position to follow my own rules of conduct." "No one can do thatâ€"not even a queen on her throne,” replied Miss Neslie. “Yesâ€"so long as yuu set the or- dinary ruies of society at defianca,” replied Vivien. "Vivien," she said one morning. "do you know whether these absurd peo- ple intend to persist in declining my acquaintance?" Months passed on. and as winter drew near "miladi“ began to find Lancewmd dull. \Vhilc she had plen- ty of visitorsâ€"while parties and balls and picnics had occupied herâ€"she had liked it well enough. Now it was dull; she had little to amuse herself with. "Why does she nut marry him 7” people asked. The question could have been answered Ly "miladi“ her- NAlf. So the dreary months rolled by, and Vivien found that slowly but surely Ill her father's old friends had given Lady Neslie up. Vivien herself was not discarded. She was invited to the best houses in the county. Lady Neslie‘s name was passed over in significant silenceâ€"no one inquired for her. She sent out invitations that were invariably refused. Then she became defiant. She braved her neighbours’ contemptâ€"she was seen oftener than ever riding with Mon- aieur de Nouchet. The sympathy of the whole county went with her. There Were few houses in which the imprudent con- duct of Lady Nellie was not canvassed. It was all the same to “miladi.” She laughed at it. People would come to their senses in time. and she would do as she liked. She rude with Monâ€" sieur de Nouchet, she insisted on his being treated as an equal, shé scoffed mt all advice; she dressed, she sang, she laughed. danced, flirted. and pleased herself; while no further mention was made of Oswald’s lessons, Ind Gerald Dormaa silently went on teaching. She must weather the storm alone. She must stand alone guarding the honor of her house For evil days had dawned upon Lancewood -- evil days [or the beautiful home where heroes had lived and died, where pure and noble women had lived al- most saintly livesâ€"evil days for the grand old home wherein no shame had ever been sheltered. She stood as guardian of the place, trying her best, doing her best, yet wearing her heart away in bitter sorrow for the evil she could not remedy. Through Storm and Sunshine liciLy," said M: think it will h: as Idid, you 11 Dr. “'ill’mms ing to the root renew and bu strengthen [b1 disease from 1 dealer does not be sent postpui or six boxes to. or six boxes for 92.50, by addressing the Dr. Williams‘ Medicine 00., Brock- ville, Ont. lI \Vithouvt good digestion there can E i be neither good health nor happiness. More depends upon the perfect work- ing of the digestive organs than most people) imagine, and evenslight functional disturbances of the stom- ach leaves the victim irritable, melâ€" ancholy andapathetic. In suchcases “most people resort to laxative mediâ€" cines, but these only further aggra- vate the trouble. What is needed is i a tomb; something that will build up the system, instead of weakening lit as purgative medicines do. For ’th-is purpose there is no medicine equal to Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills. They enrich the blood and strengtflnen and stimulate the digestive tract from first dose to last. Izn proof of this assertion the ease of Mr. Tho-m-i as A. Stewart, the well known and genial proprietor of the Oriental Hotel, Deseronto, may be quoted To a reporter of the Tribune who ‘mentioned the fact that he was suf- ‘feriing from dyspepsia, Mr. Stewart said:â€"“\Vhy don‘t you take Dr. VVil- Sliams’ Pink Pills?" Asked why he gave this advice M_r. Stewart con- ' tinned: "Simply because they are the -best medicine for that complaint I know of. For years I was a great sufferer from indigestion, and during that time I think I tried a score of. medicines. In some cases I got tem- porary relief, but not a cure. I fairly dreaded meal times and the food that I ate gave me but little nourishment, 0n the recommendation of a. friendI i began using Dr. \Villiums’ Pink Pills ; a little over ayeur ago. I soon BXâ€"t perienced relief and no longer dreadâ€"g ed meal time, but as I was deter- mined tlmat the cure should be per», manent if rpossible. I continued tak- ing the pills in light doses] for several months. The result is every vestige of the trouble left me and Ihave asi good an appetite now as any boarderl in the house, and my digestive organs work like a charm. I may also add that my general health was greatlyi improved as a result of using thei pills." “Do you object to my publishing this in the Tribune ?” asked the re- porter. "Well, I have no desire for nub- There Is an Intimate (‘omu‘ctlon Bolweon Good llenllll, “app es and Good DI- gesllonâ€"Dr. “'llllan ~ l'lnk l’lils Bring About! These Continuum. From the Tribune, Desemnto. THE STORY OF A DYSPEPTIC WHO HAS FOUND A CURE. "Do not be angry with me, Miss Neslieh if Lsay that I took the mem- ory of your face and voice with me.” "I had intended to find you, .Miss Neslie,” he said quietly. “even if I had to search all England over. It was in the hope of meeting you that I came to Lancewood. I have always lived in the hope of seeing you again. I should have returned to England at once, but my plans were all arranged for a sketching tour down the Rhine, be be followed by a journey to Egypt. Had I had only myself to consult about these plans, the disarrangement of them would not have cost me a thought; but others were involved, so that I could not give them up. “You did quite right to adhere to them," observed Vivien. And Vivien allowed herself to be persuaded; the notion of rest. even if only for a few days. was very sweet to herâ€"her life was so ter- ribly full of misery. She went to the Park, and one of the first people she met there was Lord St. Just. He had just returned from Egypt. and was delighted to see her. do return." "The people will not set the house on fireâ€"though it seems to me they have done everything else,” said Lady Smeaton. "You look pale and ill; come for a change. You will be all the stronger for the combat when you nice visitors, and you will enjoy your- self." “How can I leave Lancewood “Wake asked, sadly. She was not angry with him. Dreaded Meal Time. ,I have no desire for pub- said Mr. SLewart, "but if you will help anyone who suffers , you may publish the facts." not of the disease build up the blew the nerves, thus m the system. not keep them, L Lpuid at 50 cents Pink Pills disease. They the blood, and as, thus driving hey will )‘OUr DOX ing keeping “This is surely faire'r than any scene in France or Italy,” she said. " You saw nothing in Egypt, Lord St. Just, like this 'I" Vivien sat down on the moss-cover- ed steppingâ€"stones, and looked around her. It was about the middle of August, and Vivien had been then some days at Smeaton Park. They had been very happy days, despite the trouble that lay so heavy at her heart. Lord St. Just had been so pleased to see herâ€"they had become“ such intimate friends. Lady Smeaton, who desired nothing better than that Vivien should marry, threw them as much as possible together. She was de- lighted at finding Lord St. Just ad- mired the beautiful Miss Neslie. She gave a quiet hint to her daugh- ters to that effect; and Vivien hard- ly guessed how many hours each day she spent in the company of her new friend. They were standing one evening in the Park â€"they had been walking for sometime and had paused at a low stile that led to the cornfields. How fair and calm and sweet it was! The rich sun- light fell on the golden wheat-sheaves the hedge-rows were filled with mass- es of bloom, the western wind! seemed to breathe of love, hope, and happi-i ness, far away stretched the wide. un- dulating park. It was a fairl tran- quil home-picture. "You have thought so much of our meeting," she said simply. “You will never know how much,” he replied; and then a. deep silence fell upon them. “And I have wandered far and wide â€"-I have seen some of the wonders of the worldâ€"but I have never for- gotten that hour,” he observed, gravely. She, whose experience of life had been so hitter, looked upon him in wonder. “I have lived through so much since then,” she said; "yet I remember the! pain of that morning better perhaps than aught else in my life.” The scene returned so vividly to her â€"the blue, cloudless sky, the deep, clear river, the picturesque ruins. the arched window with its clinging ivy; the soft thick grass, on which she had flung herself in the passion of her despair. "So I understandâ€"I have heard the story. I could not tell how often I wondered what had caused your sorrow. It was neither sickness nor death, nor the loss of friends or of fortune. I have pondered it for hours; now I understand you were lamenting the loss of Lancewood." "I am no longer heiress of Lance~ wood," she said. "Noâ€"you were cruelly reticent, but I soon learned it. All the English where I was stopping knew of Miss Neslie, heiress of Lancewood." A shadow fell over her face and deepened in her eyes. "How did you know my name 2" she asked. “I did not tell it you." She turned to him with a slow, luminous smile. "You would even be amused.”con- tinued Lord St. Just. "if I told you how your face has haunted me. On the banks of the Nile. under the shade of the mighty pyramids, under the shadow of giant palms, I have thought of you; and the first thing I did on reaching England was to come in search of you." There was a new faint exquisite sen- sation stirring in her heart â€" some- thing like the rhythm of a beautiful melody â€" something that thrilled every nerve and flushed her face with 8 strange, sweet happiness. much g. You understand me I" he replied, "I understand wan zlncewood In the later stages locomotor ataxia as this disease is called, is incurable. [f taken In time it is found to yield to the restorative influence of Dr. Chase's Nerve Food, which complete- ly rebuilds the wasted nerve cells of Dr. 'Wilson, of Buffalo, N.Y., says that this “mysterious disease” is 10- comotor ataxia, and is just as preva- lent in North America as in' the Phil- ippines. It is D. degeneration of ihe nerve cells of the spinal cord, which affects the nerve controlling motion. There are many examples of the ter- rible results of this disease to be seen on the streets of Toronto and oth- er Canadian cities. The characteristic symptoms of this nierve-exlnauSLing disease is inability to walk proper- ly or to control the hands and arms. The feet are raised high up and put down heel and sole together in a 50M of flapping motion. The victim is in danger of falling when going up or down stairs or around corners. He walks with his eyes on his feet. ex- geriencing shooting pains in the Leg- and sense of pressure about the waist. In the later stages locomotor ataxia as this disease is called, is incurable. if taken in time it is found to yield to the restorative influence of Dr. is "a terrible malady which is preâ€" vaieut among the officers and men. It develops into neuritis or nerve para- lysis, and many of its victims are cripplefirfor life.” Cuplt. J. P. Finlay, of tho!- Q'Lh Unifed Slams Infantry, has returned from Manila, suffering with what he says "I cannort tell you. There are two or three military menâ€"French cap- tains, who play at billiards and drink cognac all day. The ladiesâ€"well, they are quite unlike any other ladies I have seen; they quarrel a great deal amongst themselves, but in one thing they all uniteâ€"aim flattery and praise of Lady Neslie,” " Why (1!) you not leave the place 3" he said. " It must be very uncomforL- able for you." "It is uncomfortable," she replied " but I cannot leave it, Lord SLJuat. because my father confided the honor of his house to my hands.” And then she told him of the will. "But these friends of Lady Neslie‘s â€"â€"who are they T’ he asked. A Strange Maady Amgng $0Mers! "No one knows what I suffer," she observed. " If I could save Lancewood by sacrificing my life I would do so. I would do anything to reSLore it and make it what it was in my father's t‘hme.” "I feel keenly, for you," he said, gently. " I will tell you just how much is true," she replied, and she told him exactly what had happenedâ€"mow the place was crowded with strange French visitors, people whom her fa- ther would not have admitted. " And you can do nothing to put an end to it 2” he said. "No, my interference makes it worse; that is the sorrow of\ my life,” she saidâ€"" the sorrow that takes the brightness from my days, the sleep from my nightsâ€"the sorrow that seems tn hang over me and hide all hope from me. To see degraded the home that I have loved wiLh such pvas- sionate love, to imagine the shame- ful future of a race that has never known dishonorâ€"this has produced a sorrow for which there is no cure." " Then let me talk to you. In com- mon with every one else, I hear un- pleasant stories about Lancewoodâ€"are they true ?" "I can easily imagine it; it is not difficult with you," she replied dream- 11y. “ Yesâ€"that is, I have seen the towâ€" ers and turrets of the Abbey. from be- tween the trees. Miss Neslie, will you let me speak to you as a friendâ€"as an old friend? Try to imagine that we have known each other for many long yearsâ€"that we are trusted, true loyal friends." " I how: you will some day. You will admire it.“ " Have you seem, Lancewood ?" she asked. His face flushed under her simple, unconscious gaze. Said to be Locomotor Ataxia, a Nervous-Diseass. Which Is Also Provalent In This Countryâ€"Psculiar Symptoms. " It is an appropriate one" he re- plied. You have heard of the Hartwell “'oods in Devonshire a famous hunt- ing place of the old English kings? One of them built a magnificent house near to them, where with his court he used to reside for weeks at a time. It was called the ' King’s ResL’ lthen; long years afterward it was puI‘ChaS- ed by the founder of our family, and We are known as the St. Just‘s of King’s Rest. It is more like apalace than a house, and is, I think, one of the loveliest places in England,” "I should like to see it,” she said m‘usingly. She looked up a-t him with quick, eager interest. "King's Rest," she saidâ€""what a peculiar name I" perfectly. I love my own home, King’s Rest, just In the same fashion. I would rather burn it. to the ground than know that it was in unworthy hands." This treatment is recommended 'above all others because it is a mod- : ern scientific preparation cnmpounded from a favourite prescription of Dr. A. \V. Chase, who has tested it in thousands of cases of locomotor atax- ia. paralysis and nervous prostration with which he comes in contact in his immense practice. It is considered by medical men to be the greatest, re- [storative which nature provides for | pale. weak, nervous men. women and ! children. These symptoms of exhausted nerve force are the beginning of a wasting process which must and in locomotor ataxia. paralysis. nervous proatratlon, or epilepsy unless the system is re- stored. For the benefit of all read- ers of this article we cannot do better than to recommend the persistent use of Dr. Chase‘s Nerve Food, which in a few months will completely rebuild the exhausted nervous system and cure the most serious diseases of the nerves. The time to act is when nan ousnesn first makes itself apparent. When you find yourself tapping with the fingers, when the nerves of the body twitch after retiring at night. when you lie awake, too nervous to sleep, when you have msrvous headache and nervous dyspepsia. the spinal cord and revitalizea the nerves. wnere ue lingered for days and weeks. One of the few pleasures in the ; gloomy solitude of his dreary dungeon ‘ways to listen to the voice (or tune of the little musical ring, which he ‘alwnys wore on the third finger o! ! his left hand. He had inherited it from) ibis grandfather, who had it manu- Ifiaictured in Genoa at great cost. ' j One day, sullen faced men. heavily [armed, came to his dark dungeon and {told him he must follow them. He lkneiw that this meant the guillotine. 1H8 steppe-d bravely out to meet his ‘ fate, determined to die like an English lgentleman and a brave man. And he did. Hungry Higginsâ€"I’ve heard of it. I s’spose that’s the reason we can’t live forever. \Veury Watkinsâ€"Pardner, did you know that nigh 90 per cent. of the human system is water? FOLLOWING INSTRUCTIONS Young Sammie Spender is carrying out his Governor’s wishes faithfully, isn‘t he? 2‘ ' How‘: that? \Vhy, the old gentleman left inâ€" sur'uctdons in his will that after his ieath his dust was we be scattered '10 the winds. In 1112 course of time the Little ring found its way back into the Temple family, but it was silent. Its present owner Look 1?; to a London jeweller, who found in the musdxtaj mechanism a [clot of blood thaL fonyeam had lain there and impeded the working of the machinery. ‘This was removed and the little-ring Sings again the same little tune'that beg'uriled the many sad hours of its former owner. A strange fancy took possession of hni-m just before they led him to the bLock. He touched the spring of his little ring and lovingly held it to his ear. It sang its little tune merrily and briskly. Then the signal came. He laid his head 0111 the guillotine which a few hours before had known the Life blood of a queen. Inside of this tiny circle of gold are the works of a perfect little music box. You touch a spring and hold the ring quite close to your oar. Then you hear the sweetest, weirdest, tini- est little tune, which seems like a voice from the spirit hand. This ring was once in the( possession of one of Mr. Temple‘s amcestors,who lived in Fzmnre. He was :1 staunch royalist, and in the days of; the Revo- lution, he valiantly espoused the cause of the unfortunate Louis and his love- ly, doomed queen, Marie Antoinette. He was arrested, thrown into jall, where he lingered for days and weeks. One of In» Most Inlet-manna llltle (‘nrlon In Ihe “'orhl. The mos-t charming Little ring and interesting little ourio in the world is the pTOperty of Mr. ’I‘emplegof Lon- don. This gentleman ls nnephew of the celebrated Sir Richard Temple, and the ring in question is a highly-prized old family heir-loom. Iits history is pathetic and romantic in the ex- treme. y “ If your father uttered such 1strong words as those, he must have had doubts about his wife," said Lord 84. Just.‘ A REMARKABLE RING. THEORY, ON LY. (To be continued.)