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SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAP- TERS:â€"Rex Lyon secretly marriesl Daisy Brooks. They are separated by force of circumstances on their wedding day. Daisy thinks! that Rex be cast her off. He is true but be- lieve: that she is dead. According to his mother’s] dying wish he engages himself to Plum Hurlhurst. the daughter by the first marriage of the master of Whitestone 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 housokeeper confes- Ses that his child did not die. but was stolen. He sets out to find her. Pluum was responsible for Daisy’s rc- movlal. Lester Stunwick, her tool. threatens to expose her if she will not marry him. She defies him. Daisy after many viscissitudcs dc- termines to visit her Uncle John,but falls ill and is cared for by Detective Tudor's wife. son. den." "Why, there is scarcely a feature in Enoch Arden’s case resembling the one you have just cited. You must have made a. mistake?" "Yes; you are right. I have made a mistake,” muttered Daisy, grow- ing deadly pale. "I did not know. I believed it was right." “You believed what was right?" asked Mrs. Tudor, in amazumvnt. “I believed it was right for the first wife to go out of her husband's life if she had spoiled it, and leave him free to woo and win the bride he(lov- ed," replied Daisy, pitifully embar- rassed. "Why, you innocent child,” laughed Mrs. Tudor, "I have said he would not be free as long as the law did not separate him from his first wife, and she was alive. It is against the law of Heaven for any man to have two wives, and if the first wife re- mained silent and saw the sacred ceremony profaned by that silence, she broke the law of Heavenâ€"a sin against God beyond pardon. Did you speak?" she asked, seeing Daisy’s white lips move. V She ai‘dr gbt know a prayer had gone up to God from that young tor- tured heart for guidance: Had she done wrong in letting Rex and the whole world believe her dead? Was it ever well to do a wrong that good should come from it? v, ,4“ D . . _ _ _ . , , , And the clear. innocent, simple con- science was quick to answer, “No!” Poor Daisy looked at the position in every possible way, and the more she reflected the more frightened she became. Poor. little, artless child-bride, she was completely bewildered. She could find no way out of her difficulty un- til the idea occurred to her that the best person to help her would be John Brooks: and her whole heart and soul fastened eagerly on this. She could not realize she had lain ill so long. Oh, Heaven, what might have happened in the meantime, if Rex should marry Pluma? She would not be his wife because sheâ€"who was \\ barrier between themâ€"lived. Daisy had dvcided the great ques- tion of her life. Yes, she would go to John Brooks with her pitiful secâ€" ret, and, kneeling at his feet, tell him all, and be guided by his judg- ment. "I can never go back to Rex," she thought, wearily. "I have spoiled‘ his life; he does not love me; he wished to be free and marry Pluma." "You must not think of the trou- bles of other people, my dear," said Mrs. Tudor, briskly, noting the thoughtful expression of the fair young face. “Such cases as I have just read you are iortunately rare. I should not have read you the scan- dals. Young girls like to hear about the marriages best. Ah! here is one that is interestingâ€"a grand wed- ding which is to take place at \Vhite- stone Hall, in Allendale, to-morrow night. I have read of it before; it Iwill be a magnificent affair. The husband-to-be, Mr. Rexford Lyon, is very wealthy, and the bride, Miss Pluma Hurlhurst, is quite a society belleâ€"a beauty and an heiress." .‘ Poor Daisy! although she had long expected it, the announcement seemâ€" ed like a death-blow to her loving little heart; in a single instant all her yearning, passionate, love for her 'handsome young husband awoke into Poor Daisy! altn expected it, the at ed like a death-h ‘little heart; in :1 her yearning, passi {landsome young I) new life. :“ lua- Gho tad suddenly awakened to the Heiress and Wife. CHAPTER xxxv. awful reality that her husband was about to marry another. "Oh, pitiful Heaven. what shall I do '1" she cried, wringing her hands. “I will be too late to warn them! Yet I mustâ€"I must! It must not bel'isho cried out to herself; "the marrmge would be wrong.” If she allowed it to go on. she would be guilty of a crime; therefore, she must prevent Pluma was her mortal enemy. Yet she must warn her that the flowerâ€" covered path she was treading led to a precipice. The very thought [ill- ed her soul with horror. She wasth no more time in think- imr. she must act. q‘ vv_-1,. um, an: mu." m.-. “I can not go to poor old Uncle John first," she told herself. "I 111th go at once to Pluma. Heaven give me strength to (10 it. Box will never know, and I can go quietly out of his life again." ~ .I 9.." UL um Aux. new”... The marriage must not be! Say, think, argue with herself as she would, she could not help owning to herself that it was something that must be stopped at any price. She had not realized it in its true light before. She had had a vague idea that her supposed death would leave Rex free to marry I’luma. That wrong could come of it‘ in any way, she never once dreamed. The terrible awakening truth had flashed upon her suddenly; she might hide herself forever from her hus- band. but it would not lessen the fact; and she only, was his lawful wife be- fore God and man. From Heaven nothing could be hidden. Her whole heart seemed to go out to her young husband and cling to him as it had never done before. “\Vhat a fatal love mine was!" she ‘ said to herself; "how fatal, how cruel lU HIE. To-morrow night! Oh. Heavenl, would she be in time to save him? The very thought seemed to arouse all her energy. » > t l A Cutâ€"'15.,» “\Vhy, what are you going to do, my dear?" cried Mrs. Tudor, in con- sternation, as Daisy staggered, weak and trembling, from her couch. "T “I am going away,” she cried. have been guilty of a great wrong. I can not tell you all that I have done but I must alone for it if it is in my power while yet there is time. Pity me, but do not censure 1119;” and sobbing as if her heart would break, she knelt at the feet of her kind friend Heaven had given her and told her all. uuu LvAu u»- Mrs. Tudor listened in painful in- terest. and amazement. It was a strange story this young girl told her; it seemed more like a romance than a page from life’s historv. “You say you must prevent this marriage at \Vhitestone Hall." She took Daisy's clasped hands from her weeping face, and holding them in her own looked into it silently, keenâ€" ly. steadily. "How could you do it? \Vhat is Rextord Lyon to you?” Lower and lower dropped the gold- en bowed head, and a voice like no other voice, like nothing human, said: Uturx vu‘uu, “nu uvuuub “umâ€"k, _____ "I am Rex Lyon’s wife, his wretch- ed. unhappy, abandoned wife." Mrs. Tudor dropped her hands with a low cry of dismay. ‘ u 1 ' 53661113111â€" 1:352:15, secret.” cbbed Daisy; and in her great sorrow she slid not notice the. lady did not prom- xse. in vain Mrs. Tudor pleaded with her to go back to her husband and beg, him to hear her. “No.” said Daisy, brokenly. "He said I had spoiled his life, and he would never forgive me. I have nev- er taken his name. and I never shall.‘ I will be Daisy Brooks until I die." "Daisy Brooks!” The name seem- ed‘ familiar to Mrs, Tudor, yet she could not tell where she had heard it before. Persuasion was useless. "Perhaps Heaven knows best," sighed Mrs. Tudor, and with tears in her eyes, for she had really loved the beauti- ful young stranger, thrown for so Swan Sakmss m fihmmsig. Just at the threshold of womanhood. that trying period when the whole system is undergoing a complete change, many a girl falls a victim of Chlorosis or Green Sickness. 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Agents wanted for Dr. Chase's Last and Complete Receipt Book and Household Physician. l” [st 116: bel" she "the marriage she allowed it many long week; upon her mercy and kindness, she suv Daisy depart. "May God grant you may not be too late!” she cried, fervently, clasp- ing the young girl, [or the last time, in her arms. Too late! The words sounded like a fatal warning to her. No. no; she could not, she must not. be too late! At the very moment Daisy had left the detective’s house. Basil Hurl- hurst was closeted with Mr. Tudor in his private office, relating min- utely the disappearance of his infant daughter. as told him by the dying housekeeper, Mrs. Corliss. “I will make you a rich man {or life," he cried. vehemently, "if you can trace my long-lost child, eiLher dead or alive!" Mr. Tudor shook his head. "I am ‘ inclined to think there is little hope. after all these years." ‘ "Stranger things than that have happened," cried Basil Hurlhurst, tremulously. “You must give me hope, Mr. Tudor. You are a skillful, expert detective; you will find her, if any one can. If my other child were living." he continued, with an effort, “you know it would make consider- able difference in the distribution of my property. On the night my lost child was born I made my will, leav- ing Vt'hitestone Hall and the Hurl- hurst Plantation to the child just born, and the remainder of my vast estate I bequeathed to my daughter Pluma. I believed my little child ‘buried with its mother. and in all these years that follow I never changed that willâ€"it still stands. My daughter Plums. is to be married to-morrow night. I have not told her of the startling discovery I have made; for if anything should come of it, her hopes of a life-time would be dashed. She believes herself sole heiress to my wealth. I have made up my mind, however,” he continued,- eagerly," to confide in the young man who is to be my future son-in-law. If nothing ever comes of this affair, Plume need never knmv of it.” "That would be a wise and safe plan," assented the detective. “Wealth can have no influence over him," continued 1h: father, reflective- ly; "for Mr. Rex Lyon’s wealth is suf- ficient for them, even if they never had a single dollar from me; still, it is best to mention this matter to him." Rex Lyon! Ah! the detective re- membered him wellâ€"the handsome, debonair young fellow who had sought his services some time since, whose wife had died such a tragic death. He remembered how sorry he had been for the young husband; still he made no comment. He had little time to ruminate upon past af- fairs. It was his business now to glean from Mr. Hurlhurst all the in- formation possible to assist him in the difficult search he was about to commence. If he gave him even the slightest clew, he could have had some definite starting point. The detective was wholly at seaâ€"it was like looking for a needle in a hay- stack." “You will lose no time,” said Basil Hurlhurst, rising to depart. "Ah!" he exclaimed, "I had forgotten to leave you my wife’s portrait. I have :1 fancy the child, if living, must have her mother's face." At that opportune moment some one interrupted them. Mr. Tudor had not time to open the portrait and examine it then. and, placing it se- curely in his private desk. he courte- ously bade Mr. Hurlhurst good-after- noon; adding. if he should find apos- s‘ible clew, he would let him know at once’, or, perhaps, take a run up to \Vhitestone Hall to look around a bit among the old inhabitants of that locality. ‘ It was almost time for quitting the oifice for the night, when the detec- tive thought of the portrait. He un- tied the faded blue ribbon and touch- ed the spring; the case flew open, re- vealing a face that made him cry out in amazement; â€"“li)gi;aiwl pedple have 2 strange trick of resembling each other very often,” he muttered; "I must be mis- taken." Yet the more he examined the fair, bewitching face of the portrait, with its childish face and sunny, golden curls, the more he knit his brow and \vhistled softly to himselfâ€"a habit he had when thinking deeply. He placed the p'u'tz'ait in his breastâ€"pocket. and walked slowly home. A brilliant idea was in his ac~ Live brain. "I shall soon see," he muttered. His wife met him at the door. and he sqw that her eyes were red with weopxng. he asked the hat- the diffi Sh( "Geno!" yelled the dntcclivo, fran- tically, “where did she go} How long has she been gone?" Down from the rack came his hat and coat. “\Vhere are you going, Harvey 3’" "I am going to hunt that girl up just as fast as I can.” "She did not wish to See you, my dear "I haven't the time to explain to you," he expostulated. “Of course, you have no idea where she went, have you ?" "\Vnit a bit. Harvey," she replied, a merry twinkle in her eye. "You have given me no time to tell you. I do know where she went. Sit down and I will tell you all about it." "You will make along story out of nothing," he exclaimed, impatient- ly; "and fooling my time here may cost me a fortune." Very reluctantly Mr. Tudor resum- ed his seat at his wife’s earnest per- suasion. "Skim lightly over the details, my dear; just give me the main points," he said. Like the good little wife she was, Mrs. Tudor obediently obeyed.» It was not often the cool, calculatâ€"( iug detective allowed himself to get excited, but as she proceeded he jumped up from his seat and paced restlessly up and down the room. He was literally astounded. "Rex Lyon’s wile," he mused, thoughtfully. “Well, in all the years of my experience I have never come across anything like this. She has gone to VVhitestone Hall, you say, to stop the marriage?” he questioned, eagerly. ,.- 1-1i "\tht ‘fi V,,J, fiYesf’ she replied, "the poor child was almost frantic over it. You seem greatly agitated, Harvey. Have you some new case connected with her 2" Mai-(es? he answered, grimly. "I think I have two cases." Mr. Tudor seldom brought his busi- ness pprplexities to his fireside. His little wife knew as little of business matters as the sparrows twittering 3;) the erhcifes of the tree out in; the garden. He made up his mind not to mention certain suspicions that had lodged in his mind until he saw his way clearly out of the complicated affair. He determined it would do no harm to try an experiment, however. Suit- ing the action to the thought, he drew out the portrait from his poc- ket. "it do not think I shall have as much trouble with this affair as I anticipated." Mrs. Tudor came and leaned over his shoulder. ( ‘ . “Whose picture have you there, Harvey? \Vhy, I declare," she cried, in amazement, "if it isn‘t Daisy Brooks!" 1 "Mrs. Rex Lyon, you mean,” said the detective. with a. sly twinkle in his eye. "But for once in your life you are at seaâ€"and far from shore; this portrait represents a different person altogether. Come, come, wife, give me a cup of teaâ€"quickâ€" and a biscuit," he cried, leading the way to the kitchen, where the savory supper was cooking. “I haven’t time to wait for tea, I must overtake that girl before she reaches \Vhitestone Hall." Whutis the commotion,my den] asked. hanging his hat and coat » hat-rack in the hall. “\Vha : difficulty?" Our protegee has gone, Earve a FINE CATCH. A London gentleman returning from an unsuccessful fishing expedi- tion encountered on his way apro- fessional angler. How do you do? said the former; I rejoice to see that you have been more successful than 1. \Vould you, for a consideration, part with. afew of your fish, that I may not return to my family emptyâ€"handed? The professional angler said he would, and the gentleman went on his way with all the trout caught by his more successful acquaintance. wile metI‘zilriirttle late; on, another gentleman, who eyed his {1811, and stopped to spepkÂ¥to him. Ipn Did you catch those fish yourself? he said. The gentleman said Yes, and a5- sertcd, moreover, that he was asham- ed to take home sd few, saying that his usual catch was much. larger. Indeed, said the other, then come with me, for I am an officer, and have for a long time been lying in wait for men who catch: trout out of season. - - - i \V’hâ€"e}eupon he took him before a jpstioe of the peace, who fined him The ’boy knocked at the] irontdoor. The bell was out of; order. Presently somebody was heard try- ing to climb over the furniture in the front hall, and a woman’s voice ask- Who is there? Tetegmph mess the boy. Got a z of the house. The attic window webbed head was t a man with a wild, yelled out 1' uu‘.“ -â€" VVmp it- raround a stone and throw It up here! I HOUSE CLEANING DAYS To be Continued. fiefisenger, loudly repiied rt :1 message for the man indow flew open, acob- was thrust forth, and a wild, despairing voice dear?" coat on \Vhat's CAUSES MR. C. H. WILCOX. YEARS 0F GREAT SUFFERING. injured 31: Spine While Lifting. and mi Doctor.) Told Him He Would Nave! Fully Recoverâ€"But Be is Once Mar! Free From the Trouble. From the Bro-31mins Recorder. ‘ v In the western section of Leedl county there is no man better known than Mr. Chas. H. \leooxa He has re- sided in the Nicinity of McIntosh Mills [or years, and during much of thé time has conducted avery suc- cessful saw-milling business. All of Mr. \Vilcox’s neighbors know that he was agreat sufferer for years from a lame back, and must of them know, that this affliction has now happily passed away. Mr. Wilcox says he owes this happy release from pain to Dr. \Nilliams’ Pink Pills, and those who knlonv him will not for an in- stant question the sincerity of his statement. He gives the story of his suffering and subsequent cure in the following statement 2â€"” One day. while working in the mill, and en- gaged in lifting lumber I had the misfortune to severely wrench my back. I was so badly injured that I had .to be carried home, and for six months I was practically unable to move, and suffered great torture. The doctor told me that I had injured my, spine and that I would never fully re- ‘oover from its effects. .At last Iwas able to go about again, but was far from being the man [had been before. For years Isuffered almost continual- ly from pains in the back,and was unâ€" able to lift any heavy weight. At times the pain was so bad that Iwas unable to .work at all,and Iwas of- ten confined to the house for days at a time. During this time) Iwas treatâ€" ed by four different doctors but their, treatment did not seem to do me any, good. They told me that owing to‘ the injury to my spine my back would always be weak. Seeing that the doctors were ulnablo to help me, and having read of the many cures resulting from the- use of Dr. \Vil- liamra’ Pink Pills, Id-ecided to give them a trial. and procured a supply. Very soon I could see that they were relieving me a little and this encourâ€" aged me to continue their use. In all I took about ten boxes and when they were finished my back was as strong as ever. The pains that had racked my body for so many years had entirely disappeared, my back felt as strong as before the injury. It is now two years since I discon- tinued the use of the pills and in all that time I have not had an ache or pain, so that I may‘ safely say that my cute is permanent. I would ad- vise all similar sufferers to try Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills, for knowing what they have done for me. I am confident that they' cannot be less successful in other cases.” These pills are. sold by all dealers in‘ medicine or may‘ be had by mail at 50 cents a box or six boxes for 51250 by addressing the Dr. Wil- liams' Medicine 00.. Broctkville. Ont'. Do not take any‘ substitute or any other remedy alleged to be "just 3,3 good." l *â€" . One Became So Attached to the Gaol That He Wished to Die There. That a prisoner, after being im- mured in gaol for a term of several years, should be 10th to leave his cell at the conclusion of his sentence would seem at first sight an almost farcical situation. yet such occur- rences are by no means unknown both’ in British and foreign penitentiaries.‘ Not so very long ago a negro con- fined in a trans-Atlantic gaol pro- tested vigorously against being dis- charged from the establishment when his hour of release arrived, and , had to be conveyed to the outer gates by four stalwart wardens. He aver- red that he had become so attached to the gaol that he desired to spend the remainder of his. ‘days there, and doubtless he would have done so had not the authorities, decreed his re- moval by force. I The peculiarities of prisoners are, indeed, many and varied. \Vhat will be thought of a Bristol gaolâ€"bird who insisted on writing religious stories during the hours allotted to him for instructive recreationâ€"stor- ies which in many respects were equal to the productions of profes- sional authors? The convict in ques- tion had committed well-nigh every crime in the calendar, and the irony, of the business is, therefore, all the more remarkable. . A French prisoner at Tulon vow- ed on entering the penal settlement that he would not speakasingie word to any living soul during the ten years of his sentence, and he keth his word to the letter. All the. blandishments of the goodâ€"natured officials could not win a syllable from the silent convict, who, how- ever. retained his powers of speech by conversing with himself in the solitude of his cell. Another Gallic prisoner simulatedi deafness in order to annoy his gaol- ers. The man was an excellent ac- tor. and for many months he succeedâ€" ed in imposing upon the complete- staff of the prison, from the gover- nor downwards. Eventually, how~‘ ever, he “gave himself away" in an unguarded moment, and from that: time onwards he found it to his ad- A LAME BACK. “my “â€" vantage"tâ€"onwcuitivate an exctllent hearing when addressed by the offi- cialg PECULIAR PRISONERS.