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i Anaemic Persons are frequently said to be going into a. Edecline, and as a fact do usually contract consumption or some fatal constitutional disease if they neglect to restore hiormal vigor. Fresh air, sunlight, moderate exercise, and the regular use of Dr. Chase’s Nerve Food after each meal will restore new vitality to the body and new color to the cheek of any anaemic person. Gradually and thoroughly it lforms new red corpuscles in the blood and Wins back perfect Jhealth and strength. Dr. Chase’s Nerve Food 7 Anaemia, or thin, watery blood, , is increasing to an planning extent among the school girls and young women of four land. Pale gums, tongue, and eyelids, muscular weak- iness, inability for exertion, deficient appetite, impaired diges- ;tion, short breath, palpitation of the heart, attacks of vomit- jng, swooning, hysteria, and irregularities of the feminine organs are among the unmistakable symptoms of anaemia or poor quality of blood. ‘50 cents a box, 6 boxes for $2.50, at all dealers, or postpaid from Edmanson, Bates & Co., Toronto. Agents wanted for Dr. Chase’s last and complete necclpfl Book and Household Fl*:;yslc.:ir.:r~.= Pale, Anaemia. Young Women. “Yes. madame," she made answer, ‘ f‘I change cars there; I am going Murther." "I beg your pardon for my seeming rudeness," she said, looking long and earnestly at the fair young face; “but you remind me so strangely of a young school-mate of my youth; you are strangely like what she was then. ,NVe both attended Madame \Vhitney’s seminary. Perhaps you have heard 'of the institution; it: is a very old and "justly famous school." She wonder- ed at the beautiful flush that stole -into the girl's flower-like faceâ€"like ‘the soft, faint tinting of a sea-shell. “She married a wealthy planter," pursued the lady. reflectively; "but "Are you going to Baltimore?" ask- .)d a gentle-faced lady, who was strangely attracted to the beauti- qul. sorrowful young girl, in which 'all hope. life, and sunshine seemed dead. 'Thc lady was struck by the pecu- 1yliar maurnful cadence of the young Voice. ‘ Time seemed to slip by her unheed- 2d during all that long, tedious jour- ney of two nights and a day. And once again poor little Daisy was whirling rapidly toward the scene of her first great sorrow. "\Ve can sell you a ticket for Balti- more," he said, "and there you can purchase a ticket for the other road." The longing was strongly upon her. No one would recognize herâ€"she must go and see poor old Johm. She never thought what would become of hair [if-c after that. . At the station she asked for atick- It for Allendale. No one seemed to know of such a place. After aproâ€" longed search on the map the agent discovered it to be a little inland s'ta- tion not far from Baltimore. Slm lolnged so bung-1‘in far s‘ome blue to calressl her, murmuring tender \v‘orrds over her. She could almost beam his voice Saying. as she told( him heir pitiful story; “Coqu to. my arml=; pct. my poor little trampled Daisy! .You shall nev‘ar want for Some one to low: you. while pour old Uncle" John [iv-es. Bl-es's ymur dear little heart!" , SYNOPSIS 0F PRECEDING CHAP- EI‘ERS:â€"Rex Lyon secretly marries Daisy Brooks. They are separated by force of circumstances on their Wedding day. Daisy thinks that Rex has cast her off. He is true but be- lieves that she is dead. According to his mother's dying wish he engages himself to Pluma Hurlhurst, the daughter by the first marriage of the master of \Vhitea'tone Hall. Mr. Hurlhurst’s second wife. whom he loved better than the first. died and her child is supposed to have died with her. After seventeen years' sil- ence. his dying housekeeper confes- Hes that his child did not die. but was stolen. He sets out to find her. .thm was responsible for Daisy's re- movul. Lester Stanw-iok, her tool, threatens to expose her if she will not marry him. She defies him. Daisy after many viscissitudes (le- termines to visit her Uncle John. If She could only see poor, old. faith- ful John Brooks again she would kneel at his feel: just as she] had ’done When she was a l'Z-ttle child, lay hcvr weary head down on his toll-harden- Ed ‘lnand, tell him how she had suf- tared. and ask him! how s'hc‘ could die and end it all. CHAPTER XXXIII.â€"Continued Heiress and Wife). "Ill?" she repeated the word with a vague feeling of wonder. XVhar was physical pain to the torture that was eating away her young life? Ill? \Vhy. all the illness in the world put together could not cause the anguish she was suffering thenâ€"the sting of a broken heart. A low moan she could scarcely re- press broke from her lips. A handâ€" somely dressed child, who was roll- ing a hoop in front of her, turned around suddenly and asked her if she was ill. Some pushed rudely by her, others looked into the beautiful face with an ugly smile. Handsomely gotâ€"up dandies, with fine clothes and no brains. nodded familiarly as Daisy passed them. Some laughed, and others scoffed and jeered; but not one â€"dear Heaven! not one among the vast throng gave her a. kindly glance or a word. Occasionally one, warm- er hearted than the others. would look sadly on that desolate. beauti- ful, childish face. She followed the crowds along the bustling street, a solitary, desolate, heart-broken girl, with a. weary white face whose beautiful, tender eyes looked in vain among the throngs that passed her by for one kindly face or a sympathetic look. The train whirled swiftly pastâ€"the broad. glittering Chesapeake on one side, and the closely shaven lawn of the seminary on the other. It Was evidently recess. Young girls were flitting here and there under the trees. as pretty 3. picture of happy school life as one would wish to see. It seemed to poor hapless Daisy long ages must have passed since that morning poor old John Brooks had brought her, a shy, blushing, shrink- ing country lassie. among those daintin attired. aristocratic maidens, who had laughed at her coy, timid mannerism. and at the clothes poor John wore. and at his flaming red cotton neckerchief. She had not much time for further contemplation. The train steamed into the Baltimore depot. and she felt herself carried along by the surgq ing crowd that alighted from the train. She did not go into the waiting- room; she had quite forgotten she was not at the end of her journey. “That is Madame \Vhitney's." ex- claimed the 1ady.leaning forward to- ward the window excitedly. "Dear me! I can almost imagine I am a young girl again. Why. what is the matter, my dear? You look as though you were about to faint.” How bitterly this stranger's words seemed to mock her! Did she know Plums. Hurlhurst, the proud. haugh- ty heiress who had stolen her young husband's love from her ’6'â€"-the dark, sparkling. willful beauty who had crossed her innocent young life so strangelyâ€"whom she had seen bend- ing over her husband in the pitying moonlight almost caressing him? She thought she would cry out with the bitterness of the thought. How strange it was! The name, Evalia Hurlhurst, seemed to fall upon her ears like the softest, sweetest music. Perhaps she wished she was like that young wife. who had died so long ago, resting quietly beneath the white daisies that bore her name. she did not live long to enjoy her hapâ€" py home. One short year after she married Evalia Hurlhurst died." The lady never forgot the strange glance that paSSed over the girl's face, or the; wonderful light that seemed to break over it. “Why.” exclaimed the lady, as if a sudden thought occurred to her, "when you bought your ticket I heard you mention Allendale. That was the home of the Hurlhursts. Is it possible you know them? Mr. Hurlhurst is a widowerâ€"something o[ a recluse. and an invalid. I have heard; he has a daughter called Pluma." “Yes, madame," Daiay made answer: "I have met Miss Hurlhurst, but not her father," . At. times she would clasp his hand calling him Uglcle John. begging hi1 piteously to tell hzr how she can] die. And sh? tulde incoheriml too, of a dark, handsom.‘ woman she had seen sum: 'great t which bid fair to dethrone h: son. Every day the (jets mystified as to who could be. One lh "I should be extremely surprised; you have put it mildly. my dearâ€"nay, I may say dumbfoundedâ€"to find an angel dwelling down here below among us sinners. My experience has led me to believe the best place for angels is up above where they belong. I am glad that you have such pretty little notions, though, my dear. It is not best for women to know too much of the ways of the world." "Harvey. you shock me!" cried the little lady. holding up her hands in horror at her liege lord's remarks. Still she had her own way in the Still she had hevr own w matter. qnd Daisy stayed. Mrs. Tudor carried the point. as she always did in every argument. “\Vell, my (lent, if any ill conse- quences arise from this piece of folly of yours, remember, I Shirk all re- sponsibility. "‘W'hen a woman will. she will. vou "‘W'hen a woman will. she will, you may depend on't. And when she won'tâ€"she won't, and there's an end on't."' be quoted, dryly. "I sincerely hope you will not rue it." you will not rue ii." “Now. you would be surprised, my dear. to find out at some future time you had been entertaining an angel unuwares." "There is no use in arguing the point, Harvey. I have determined she shall not be sent to the hospital, and she shall stay here." “If you had seen as much of the world as Inhave. my dear, you would take little stock in the innocence of beautiful women; very homely wo- men are rarely dangerous." “Now, Harvey," exclaimed the lit- tle woman. bending over the beauti- ful. still, white face resting against the crimson satin pillow, "don't in- sinuate there could be anything wrong with this poor child. My wo- man’s judgment tells me she is as pure as those lilies in yonder foun- tain's bed." “Yofi amaie my. my dear," expos- tulated her husband mildly. “You can not tell who you may be harb- oring." “No, indeed, Harvey," she exclaim- ed, twisting the soft, golden curls over her white fingers, "she shall stay here where I can watch over her myself. poor‘little dear." CHAPTER XXXIV. The sunny summer days came and went, lengthening themselves into long weeks before Daisy Brooks opened her eyes to consciousness. No clew could be found as to who the beautiful young stranger was. Mr. Tudor Had perosed sending her to the hospitalâ€"but to this pro- position his wife would not listen. “Confound it!” he muttered. seiz- ing his hat, "I must hurry home and find out at once who that pretty lit- tle creature isâ€"and what she wants." And with a good-humored nod, the shrewd detective, so quiet and do- mesticated at his own fireside, walked quickly down the path to the gate. whistling softly to himselfâ€"thinking with a strange. puzzled expression in his keen blue eyes, of Daisy. Through all of his business transacted that morning the beautiful. childish face was strangely before his mind's eye. to see me very particularly, I sup- pose you will havc to send for me. Don't get me away up here unless you find out the case is imperative." "I am going down to the office now, my dear." he said; "we have some im- portant cases to look after this morn- ing. I will take a run up in the course of an hour or so. If the young girl should recover and wish "She is evidently a stranger. and called to consult me professionally.” responded Mr. Tudor: “she must be brought into the house." He'lifted the slight, delicate. fig- ure in his arms. and bore her into the house. “Isn't she beautiful?" cried the lit- tle lady. in ecstasy. "I wonder who she is, and what she wanted." Mr. Harvey Tudor. the celebrated detective, threw away the cigar he had been smoking. and hastened to his wife's side. "Oh. dear mu, Harvey, who in the world is this?" cried a little, pleas- antâ€"voiced old lady, who had wit- nessed the young girl enter the gate. and saw her stagger and fall. In a moment she had fluttered down the pizzlth, and was kneeling by Daisy's 51 e. "Come here, Harvey," she called; "it is} young girl; she has fainted." Poor Daisy answered in such a. vague manner that she quite fright- ened the child. who hurried away as fast as she could with her hoop, paus- ing now and then to look back at. the w ite. forlorn face on which the sunâ€" shine seemed to cast such strange shadows. On and on Daisy walked. littl? heed< ing which way she went. She saw what appeared to he a park on ahead. And there she bent her steps. The shadyseats among the cool green grasses under the leafy trees looked inviting. She opened the gate and entered. A sudden sense of dizziness stole over her, and her breath seem- ed to come in quick, convulsive gasps. "Perhaps God has heard my pray- er, Rex, my love," she sighed. "I am sick and weary unto death. 01]. Rexâ€"Rexâ€"” Thc- beautiful eyelids fluttered over the soft, blue eyes, and with that dearly loved name on her lips. the poor little child-bride sunk down on the cold, hard earth in a death-like swoon. She w; forsaken was not illâ€"only desolate and *ctive grew more in the world she ing was certain, 3 great trouble [ii hands; ging him he could herrnxly. 1‘83 The average depth of coal-mines is 750ft. to 85013. The lowest paving work- ings are 2,560“. England was first 1838. [n that [your th beat her by 5) millio; course "It must be a. terrible calamity to to be placed in such apredicament,” cried Mrs. Tudor, energetically. "I blame the husband for not finding out beyond a doubt that he was free from his first wife." A sudden thought seemed to come to Daisy. so startling it almost took her breath away. A handsome stranger had married a beautiful heiress. For a time all went merry as amarriage-bell. Sud- denly a second wife appeared on the scene, of which no one previously knew the existence. The husband had sincerely believed himself sep- arated by law from wife number one, but through some technicality of the law. the separation was pronounced illegal. and the beautiful heiress bitterly realized to her cost that she was no wife. Mrs. Tudor was a good little wo- man. but, like all women in general, shg (:lelighted in a spicy scandal. Nothing' seemed to interest the pretty little creature, or bring a smile to the_quiveripg. childish lips. "Ah! here is something quite racy!" she cried, drawing her: chair clos- er to the bedside. “A scandal in high life. This is sure to be entertain- ing." She read her choice, sparkling paragraphs from the papers, comâ€" menting upon them, in a pretty gos- siping way. Mrs. Tudor was a kindâ€"hearted lit- tle soul. She tried every possible means of diverting Daisy's attention from the absorbing sorrow which seemed consuming her. “I shall not question her concern- ing herself to-day," Mrs. Tudor thought. “I will wait a bit until she is stronger." She felt delicate about even asking her name. "She will seek my confidence soon," she thought. "I must wait." “No,” Vreplied Daisy. "I wanted to get away from every one who knew me, or everyone I knew, except Un- cle John." "\Vas it your garden?" asked Daisy. surprisedly. "I thought it was a park!” ' “Then you were not in search of Mr. Tudor, my dear?” asked his wife, quite mystified. "W'c thought," pursued Mrs. Tud- or, gently, “that perhaps you desir- ed to see my husbandâ€"he is a de- tectiveâ€"upon some matter. You fainted when you were just within the gate." “I wish I had," moaned Daisy. In the bitterness of her sorely wounded heart she said to herself that Provi~ dance had done everything for her without taking her life. “\Vhy. bless your dear little heart. you have been here many a night and many a week. We thought at one time you would surely die." “Please don't," sobbed Daisy. "I don’t want to see anybody. I must go home to Uncle John at once. Have I been here all night?" “If you have any great sorrow on your mind, my dear, and wish to see Mr. ll‘udor. I will call him at,once. He is in the parlor." Daisz wondered who the lady was. as she obeyed her like an obedient. tired childâ€"the voice seemed so motherly. so kind, and so soothing, as she. lay there. trying to realize how she came there. Slowly all her senses struggled into life, her mem- ory came back. her mind and brain grew clear. Then she remembered walking into the cool, shady garden, and the dizziness which seemed to fall over her so suddenly. "I must have fainted last night," she thought. She also remembered Pluma bend- ing so oaressingly over her young husband in the moonlight, and that the sight had almost driven her mad. and. despite her efforts to suppress her emotion, she began to sob aloud. Mrs. Tudor hurried quickly to the bedside. She saw at once the ice from the frozen fountain of memory had melted. Two days before the marriage of Box and Plum-.1 was to be solemniz- ed, poor little Daisy awoke to con- sciousness, her blur- eyes resting on the jayous face of Mr. Tudor. who bent over her with bated breath, gazing into the upraiserl oycs. turn- ed so wonderineg upon hnr. "You are to keep perfectly quiet. my dear." said Mrs. Tudor, pleasant- ly, laying hot hands on Dnisy's lips as $112 attempted to speak. "You must nottry to talk or to think; turn your face from the light. and go quietly to sleep for :1 bit. then you shall say what you please.” Dainsy wondered Wth the Lady was, Then a grave look would come in- to the dotoctive's face. He had seen many such cases. and they always ended badly. he said to himself. she had such an innocent face, so fair, so childiah. he could not make up his mind whether she was sinned against or had been guilty of a hidden sin herself. Love must have something to do with it. he thought, grimly. \Vbon- ever he 5:] w such a hopeless. despair- ing look on a young and beautiful face, that had come between her and some lost treasure. An ocean steam 2r carries ‘1: 21 times by: own tom use of a year. To be Continue in trade 0 United rics on an aver- tonnage 'Ln thr up to States Yarmouth, England, guardians ape pointed '41 man at a salary of 25s. a. week to discharge the folowing dut- iestâ€"Superintendcnt paupar funerals, uttsnd bgard and coinmiltce matings; serve as general assistant to the staff. attend the guardinas’ office daily. act under the instructions of the clerk, temporarily do duty as de- puty porter, take charge of the men's dining room at the workhouse, assist the relieving officers in removing the effect; of paupers who became in~ mates, act as assistant in removing lun'it'ca to th: asylum. give the boys swimming lessons. and render help when necessary at the chilcb‘cu‘g “Dear Misshâ€"JWe think we kin-flute you with room and bord, if you pre- fer to be where there is musick. I play the fiddell, my wife the orgin, my dotter Jule the akordion, my dot- ter Mary the bango, my son Hen the gittar, my son Jim the float and kornct, and my son Clem the base- drum. while all of us sings hims, in which we would be glad to have you take part. both vocal or instrumen- tal, if you play on anything. “'e play by car, an' when we all git started there is real musick in the air. Let us know if you want to come here to hard." SHE DID NOI‘ GD. The following is an exact copy of a letter received by a young lady who wished to spend a. holiday in a small country town. and advertised for a room:â€" as it points the way to renewed health and certain release from pain. Mrs. Evans says: "I feel that I ought to say a good word for Dr. \Villiams’ Pink Pills. in the hope that Imy experience may be of benefit to some other buffering woman. I am .11ch twentyâ€"three years of age. and since my eleventh year Ihave suffer- ed far more than my share of agony from the ailments that afflict my sex. 'At the age of sixteen the trou- ble had grown [so bad that I had to undergo an operation in the MontL real general hospital. This did not cure me and a little later I underâ€" went another operation. From this I receivedilsome benefit, but (me not wholly cured. and I continued to suf- fer from pains in the abdomen and bilious headache. A ufew years later, having with my husband removed to (Halifax, I was again Buffering terri- bly and was taken to the general hospital where another operation was performed. This gave me relief as I have not before known for years. I feel so grateful for what your medicine has done for me that I gladly give you permission to pub- lish. my letters; in the hope that. other women will follow my example and find health and strength and new happiness thrcni-gh the use of Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills.” No discovery in medicine in modern times has proved such a blessing to women as Dr. \Villhms’ Pink Pills. They act directly on the blood and nerves, invigorate the body, regulate the functions and restore health and strength to the exhausted patient when every effort of the physician proves unavailing. Other soâ€"calle-d tanks are mere imitation»; of these pills and should be refused. The genuine bear the full mama. “Dr. Willianm’ Pink Pills for Pale People" on the wrapper aroumd each box. They are sold by all dealers in-Jmedi- cine OtI‘ can be had post paid at‘FiO cents a box or six boxes for $2.50, by addressing the Dr. \V'illiaims’ Med- icinle Co., Brgéfcville ,On.t; Writing umdera Later date Mrs. Evans say}: "I am glad to be able to tell you. that not only has the great improvementr which Dr. “'11â€" llams’ Pink Pills effected in- my con- dition continued. but I am new pet- fectly well. I had given ‘up all hope when I began the use of the pills. but they have restored me to such health for two or three months, and again the old trouble came on, and I would suffer for days at atime and nothing seemed 'to relieve the pain. In February, 1899, 1 was again ob- liged to go to the hospital and un- derwwnt a fourth operaticm. Even this did not help me and as the chloroform administered during the operation affected my heart, I would not permit a further operation. and was taken ho'me still a {great sufferâ€" er. In 1899 I was advised to try. Dr. “'illiamua’ Pink Pills, and deCided to do so. I have used the pills for sev- eral months and have found more re- lief from them than from the four operations which I passed through, and I warmly recommend them to all women suffering from the ail- ments which afflict so many of my sex.” Throughout Canada there are thou- sands and thousands of women who undergo daily painsâ€"sometimes bor- dering on agonyâ€"such as only wo- men can endure in uncomplaining sil- ence. 71‘0 such the story of Mrs. Frank Evans, of ‘33 Frontenac street, Montreal, will bring 'hope and joy, as it points the way to renewed health and certain release from .pain. MISEBY AND HEALTH A STORY OF DEEP INTEREST TO ALL WOMEN. {ltlntlng [he Snfl'rrlngs of n Lndn mm Hus Experienced the Agonics That Aflllet So “any of Her Sexâ€"Pnsscd Through l-‘onr Opernllons Wllhont Benefit. YARMOU’I‘H'S HANDY MAN.