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She came down this morning dresâ€" Vsed, as her father had said, faultâ€" ,lessly; but it was not because, as he 1thought, she gave any great care to :her toilet, but rather because she fhud the instinct of good taste, which ’enabled her to subordinate her ,clothes and give them a character (instead of taking one from them as jnany women do, at the expense of 'seeming overdressed. i She smiled brightly at her father, iand courteously at Guy, and the latâ€" ‘ter turned away with a. sigh, while :the former advanced and took her hand, with the Words: i "If I did not know better, I should think you had the Graces for handâ€" maidens . ’ ' 21ch;u and there seems to be no reason for the talk that she has not been brought. up as a. lady.’_’ "Why did you not tell me before?" and the little lady with the angel face and heavenly blue eyes flashed a. glance at her mother that told a story of some temper hidden away somewhere under all that, sweet prettiness. "Now. Gladys dear, don’t be unâ€" reasonable. What was the use of telling you?” ~ “It would have saved me the morâ€" tillcation of discovering for myself that Guy had no eyes except for her." uLwA\AuAA-.' . They Were going to a garden party at Vyner Castle. For two weeks, as Sir Richard had forsecn, the Hall had been besieged by all the aristoéâ€" racy of the county, who had come to see the suddenly recovered daughter of Sir Richard Hartleigh. And now the first ofva series of fesâ€" tivities in her honor had been preâ€" pared by Lord and Randolph Vyner, and the whole county, headed by the Duke and Duchess of Beldaire, was to be there. The garden party was the result of a. conversation between .the little Lady Gladys Vyner and her mother. They had bceh to see the fair daugh- ter of Hartlcigh, and had come away with fixed emotions. Neither spoke until the carriage was well away from the ,Hall, Then said Lady Gladys: "No; her manners are absolutely perfect. Blood alone could not do it. She has had the education ne- cessary to a woman of fashion." "Have you heard it said that she and Guy are to be married?" “His Grace of Beldaire had it from Sir Richard himself.” “I would not give another thought to Guy, my dear." "I did not say I would. Did you notice that she evaded any question that had any reference to her past. life?” "I cannot. say that I did,” "There will be no end of fetes, receptions, balls, and parties given in her honor, no doubt." “Sure to be; Sir Richard is too important to be neglected. Besides, the Duke is so very fond of him. They were companions in their youth.” CHAPTERSâ€"Guy Hartleigh leaves England to find his long‘ lost, cousin in San Francisco. Mania Carving- tord, an actress in that, city, is pes- tered by genteel loafers amongst whom is Caryl Wilton who proposes and is rejected. She learns the story of her mother’s betrayal by Sir Richard Hartleigh. Sir Rich- ard’s child, Constance, whom Guy is ates her and is taken to Hartleigh Hall by Guy. “,Not on any account. She is dresâ€"l sing, and I will not have her hurried. ; She has as little need of the aid of: the toilet as anybody well could? have, but I like to see her come in’ with that composed, queenly air of? hers, looking as if dress were the' last thing she had thought of. And! it is only because she is always so faultlessly dressed that she can look “She is verir beautiful, and a true Hartleigh." "What; are you going to do, mamâ€" ma?" "I had not given it any thought, dear.” "Why not give a garden party?” "A very good idea. I will." "Issue the invitations at, once, so that we will be the first to show our goodâ€"will.” And so they were the first to draw Constance from the Hall. It was a 'glorious summer day on which the garden party was to be held, and the sight that greeted the eyes of Conâ€" stance as she drove her spirited little onies to the Castle was a. very pret- y Che. Lady Gladys, with lawn- tennis racket in her hand, ran to greet the guest of the day. "What. d6 you think of her, mum- ma?” “I am so glad to see you, dear. You must take my play at tennis, and you must play, too, Mr. Guy. Oh, I can’t Vke any excu’n, for I "Are the ponies ready, Guy?” “Yes, sir. Shall I send for Con- stance?” I” "Certainly, dear, if you Wish it,” answered Lady Vyner, fondly. "Noâ€" thing could be in better keeping. We 'are the nearest neighbors and it will fall naturally to us to be the first.” o o 00.0. ‘0 Q ‘ . u; 0.06:. 0'. 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I shall refuse you my arm and turn you over to a younger man. Here is my nephew, Lord Algernon Lintel. Algy, come here.” "Have I an enemy here?” she asked herself. “I am not deceived by the child’s simplicity; but why should she dislike me? I will watch her. A man I may deceive, but a. woman, even such as this, is more to be dreaded than ten men. "I have lived out of the world, you know,” she said aloud, without betraying a particle of annoyance. The brown eyes were inscrutable, and the blue ones turned away with just the ghost of a. flash in them. They had learned nothing, and Lady Gladys did not dare to carry .her in- quisition any further, "And'so I have, and that is, no doubt, the reason why I have not legrrnedr to play tennis." Constance glanced up and became conscious of one of the most exquisâ€" ite faces she had ever seen. It had in it nothing of manly strength, but it was full of a sweetness and refineâ€" ment seldom met even in a. woman. It had lines in it that told of pain suffered. but there was nothing to indicate anything but submission and resignation. There was an inâ€" finite pathos in the large violet-blue eyes and in the delicate, sensitive lip, but there was cheerfulness, too, and Constance was won by the face, even before her womanly pity was aroused by the sight, of the frail body and crippled limb which went with the rare face. "If Miss Hartléigh will permit her- self to be disposed of so summarily, I shall be happy as Well as flatter- ed.” “Oh, you must. have played be- fore. Why, to say nothing of your play, which is quite as good as my own, one must have lived entirely out of the world not to have learned law nâ€"tennis. ’ ’ Constance turned her dark, search- ing eyes down on the little creature and studied her face with its inno- cent blue eyes and. guileless manner. "AMY. this is Miss Hartleigh. I turn her over to you as a, punish- ment for using a man’s Weapons. She flattered me, Algy." Algy looked into the beautiful face which then was in its sweetest phase, for it was filled with soft pity, and his large eyes lighted up eagerly. It was not, said with an air of gal- lantry, and Constance did not. re- ceive it as such. She answered with her rare smile: know you are getting one ready, Miss Constance. You really must play.” “Don’t know how?” and there was a singular inflection in the girl's Lone. “No; I have never learned the game, though I do not doubt I shall like it when I do learn.’f “Of course you will. 7 Why don’t you get Guy to teach you? He is a splendid playerâ€"the best We have.” Constance, with the readiness of one who has made a study of posâ€" turing, knew how to learn without awkwardness. Indeed it was not long before there was an expression of incredulity that she had never played before. Lady Gladys herself said: “I have just received my first les- son in lawnâ€"tennis, and I shall be glad to sit down somewhere and watch the others.” “If you would rather walk about, it- will not tire me,” he said, with frank Simplicity. “I am not strong, but, I am not as frail as I look. Be- sides, this is one of my best days. Shall we walk?” ' She turned her eyes on his face, so full of an eager sincerity, and an- swered, with a. faint smiletr "But, unfortunately, I don’t know how.” They were walking across the lawn now, and Lady Gladys had her arm affectionately around her compan- ion’s waist. "I shall Watch you play, and someâ€" time I will get you to show me how.” “I will do that now. Come. Gen- tlemen, Miss Hartleigh will take my play, and I will show her the game.” “Not now, please. I want to beâ€" come acquainted with you, and we can talk better if we sit." "Does that mean that you 'think yo]; will like; Fae?" “You are quick in demanding a de- claration of intentions." 7 “But, I liked you at, oncen and it seemed to me that you liked me as 9 >9.‘: By the Author of..." A Glpsy's Daughter.” Another Plan's Wife," A Heart'c Bitterness.” Etc. , Etc. “Why, Guy,, they might accuse either you or 'me of that at almost, any time and not be far wrong, now might they not?” Maida answered absently, and would have changed the conversation had she not been relieved of the ne- cessity by seeing Guy approaching with Lady Gladys on his arm‘ She instantly assumed command of her- self, for she had a strange feeling that she was to be out to the test. She had begun to look upon Lady Gladys as an enemy. CHAPTER IX. The face of Lady Gladys was a picture of contentment and happi- ness as she approached Maida lean- ing on the arm of Guy, and talking to him in her pretty childâ€"like Way. When they were near enough, Maida could hear her saying: “We must ask Algy if it is ’true.” "What are you goiag to ask me," demanded Algy. "We can help each other, I am sure now. You have suffered; I am afraid you suffer now. Who can tell? I may be as much service to you as you to me. I do not like self-apâ€" pointed prophets, but I have a. feel- ing that some day I can help you. If ever I can, will you let me. And will you forgive me for having spok- en as I have?” Maida listened to him with a. kind of terror. It was to her as if he was reading the story of her misery, past and future. She pressed her hands over her eyes, as if she would shut out the picture he had conjur- ed up. Thcn she withdrew her hands and with a sad smile, answered softly: “There is a rumor floating about that you are thinking of theaâ€" tricals,” Algy laughed in his pleasant Way, and answered: quickly. I am not dangerous, you know,” he glanced at his crippled limb, “and you may like me as much as you can. I am sure that you and I can understand each other. We are in sympathy. I don’t need pity for my misfortunes; everybody who is strong and well pities me; but there are not so many who can com- prehend that the soul has longings independent of the body. Perhaps I tire you I am not morbid, though I may seem so. I think I am hap- pier than many who think they have more to be happy for.” “Yes, I have suffered, and I sup- pose I must still suffer some; but. it is mostly a, thing of the past, and I do not think of it if I can help it.” "I believe they might, Algy,” reâ€" turned Guy, .. placing his strong but shapely hand’with a look full of af- fection, on the shoulder of the other; "but perhaps there is more in this than a more rumor. You don’t deny the impeachment.’ ' "Soft impeachment is what you should have said,” interjected the voice of the duke, who had come up unobserved,, "for if Algy is soft about one thing, that is theaâ€" tricals." . “Forgive me for what I have done.” “Why not?” demanded Algy, with a glance full of affection at the old nobleman, whose greatest pleasure he knew it was to see him enjoy himself; “you have the money." "And I éuppose you mean to imply that you have Vthe tastei” “And so he has, and nobody is better aware of it, than you,” interâ€" posed Lady Gladys. "What we want, to “know is, if We are really to have the theatricals. Are we, your grace?” They were 7 éitting now, and she laid her hand on his and said, ear- nestly: “I know just What you mean. I did like you at once, and I hope We shall be friends." ‘ "If you hope so, we are friends. Now that we are friends, let, us know more about each other. You know me, I fancy. I am Algernon Lintel, Marquis of Berain, and heir to the Dukedom of Beldaire; a great deal for such a. poor Wretch as I, is it not?” He laughed pleasantly as he spoke, and she smiled as if she could com- prehend his feeling. He recognized her sympathy, and, in the same mer- ry Way asked: She felt his honest, searching eyes fixed on her, and she felt uneasy, though not in the least resentful. He listened to her, and, when she ceased to speak, said, earnestly: “Abuse Guy, too, uncle; he is as bad as I am,” laughed Algy. V “You might not believe‘ me,” on the duke, turning to Maida, Algy has made himself popular these theatricals, for which he all the credit, and for which 1 and get no credit at all.” V "If you Wish it, and Algy has made up his mind, no answer is needed," answered the duke, bowing quizzically. 7. “Are WE to have them, Algy?" per- sisted Lady Gladys. 7 “if y’éuhin gfire us the benefit of your talent, Lady gladys.” “You know I shall be only too glad, if you will select something I can play." “How would Juliet suit you?” "You know I can't play that. I want a. comedy part, and Mr. Guy will play too, Won't you?” "Not I. My part is stage carpen- ter, ’isn’t it Algy?” -.°-V 77777 ,, "And I am tréasurer," said the duke, with a grimace which only made them laugh.‘ "How came 'you to be Miss Hart- leigh? They say you are Sir Rich- ard’s daughter. Oh, I ask your parâ€" don. I have said something wrong.” "Not so. I have been iscparated from my father for many years, and now I am returned home again.” “Alwaizsi G337 is a carpenter, and general factotum to my stage manâ€" ager and scene painter.” .. .- went ‘ ‘but with gets Pay, “Ah!” exclaimed Algy. here comes Sir Richard. Sir Richard, we are trying to coax your daughter to take the part of Jlfliet in the theat- ricals we are getting up. vLend us the aid of your persuasion, won't you?” Mental and Physical Life of Mail ‘Car Clerks Unremitting. “I think it, is only another reason for refusing more urgently,” an- SWered Maida, with the vain hope of evading the issue by a. little badinâ€" age. "If I don’t play he. will always think I could have done so; but if I do I shall disappoint him, and then I shall have lost all prestige with his grace.” "Perhaps there are reasons,” sug- gested Lady Gladys, softly, “why Miss Hartleigh would rather not playj’ The life of a railway mail clerk or route agent at the best is not easy. He travels under a. constant strain and is subject to unremitting mental and physical hardship. He is not always overworked, but he must be ever alert, expert and acâ€" curate, The business of a continent depends on the correctness of his inâ€" stantaneous mental processes and his rapid manipulationsâ€"a letter “misthrown” may break a heart. or burst a. bank or ruin a. railway cor- poration. ' The lurching of cars going at tre~ mendous speed around sharp curves; the continued succession of ellorts to maintain equilibrium; the monoton- ous vibrations terribly destructive to nerve tissue, to spinal column and to brain texture, are the daily and hourly concomitants of his ordinary work. Probationch often relent and go back to their former duties. One aspirant for employment in this field was assigned to a notably vig- orous I‘OllLu. He never finished his first trip; he went half Way, bought a. ticket for home, and returned as a passenger. Replying afterward to some questions as to the labor in- valved, he replied: "Lifting and un,ocking 200â€"pound pouches, shak- ing out contents, arranging same, removing pouches. locking same, carrying on mail matter, re-arrangâ€" ing sacks, then going over same work continuing same 17 hours, without rest, with trains flying round curves and slinging you against everything that is not slung against y_ou." "There!" cried Algy. triumphant- ly. “That is the first, nice thing I ever heard uncle say about private theatricals, past or to come.‘ Now you will surely play the part, won’t, you?” Vigor, QIitality and resolution are essential in a. beginner as well as keenest intelligence and unwearied spirit of application. But the physical qualities are slowly sapped and undermined by such steady exâ€" actions of duty and the mental qualâ€" ities are proportionately deterioratâ€" ed. Hence the railway mail system is a huge Gorgon, incessantly, cruelly, devouring specimens of the best man. hood of the nation. Under present, conditions it must continue to deâ€" mand and devour, in order that the currents of trade and the tides of civilization may continue to flow. Suspend the mainâ€"wrecking process a single week for needed universal rest and social chaos would ensue. “Oh, I couldn’t,”- hastily, the memory time she played the through her mind. "Please don’t refuse,” urged Algy, with so much feeling that she was turned from her purpose of refusing percmptorily, and only answered: "There, Miss Hartlejgh,” cried the duke, laughingly. "it is quite evi- dent you are new to private thea- tricals, or you would never refuse a. part because of its difficulties. The usual 'plan is to seek the most diffiâ€" cult part, and go at it with all the coyfidence of genius or ignoranceâ€" both are equally bold." "Always. Let me add my entreaâ€" ties to his, Miss Hartlcigh, for I really Would like to see a. good Jul- iet on the amateur stage for once, and I know you would make a good one." “I will be one of the noble army of appreciative spectators," ansWer- ed Maida. quickly, for she hadmseen Whither the conversation was tend- ing, and was determined to avoid playing if she could. "Oh, no. Don't say that,” cried Algy. "I have been thinking ever since we sat down here together, that I would have you for Juliet." “Oh, I couldn’t,” she fanswered hastily, the memory of the last. time she played the part flashing “Bui’. hOWV ban I? I_know how dif- ficult, a. part it is, and it is little short of presumption to think of atâ€" tempting it.” "Don't pay any attention to him," said Algy. “I would not permit him to stay around at all if it, were not that he is occasionally useful. Please play Juliet for me, I have set my heart on it, and when I set my heart on anything I am always humored, am I not, uncle?” no fault ‘of mine. You knows very well, mum, that. ‘I have been with you onlv Lhree months, "A most honorable post,” retort- ed Algy. “I-Ioriorable enough, but not lucra- tive. But What part is Miss Hart- leigh to take in the theatrigals?" Bridget, I am tired of. your care- lessness. Only look at all that, dust lying about on the furniture; it is six months old at the very least. Bridget (very dignified): Then it is A HARD LIFE TO be Continued. Among the much respected resi- dents of Orangeville is Mrs. Mar- shall. who lives in a. pretty little cottage on First street. For some years her twelveâ€"yearâ€"old daughter, Mamie. has been a. sufferer from rheu- matism combined with that other ter- rible afflictionâ€"St. Vitus’ dance. In conversation recently with a reporter of the Sun Mrs. Marshall told the fol- lowing story of her daughter's sufâ€" fering and subsequent restoration to healthzâ€"“At the age of eight,“ says Mrs. Marshall, "Mamie was attacked with rheumatism from which she Slit- fered very much, and although she was treated by a clever doctor her health did not improve. To make her condition worse she was attacked with St. Vitus’ dance, and I really gave up hope of ever seeing her en- joy good health again. Her arms and limbs would twitch and jerk spasmodically and she could sour- cely hold a dish in her hand, and had to be looked after almost like an in- fant. While Mamie was in this con- dition a neighbor who had used Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills with beneficial results in her own family advised me to try 'them in Mamie’s case. I had myself often heard these pills highly spoken of, but it had not occurred‘to me before that they might cure my little girl, but now I decided to give them to her. Before she had com- pleted the second box I could see a marked change for the better, and b the time she had taken five boxes a1 trace of both the rheumatism and St. Vitus' dance had vanished, and she is now as bright, active and health]; as any child of her age. Some tim has elapsed since she discontinued thg use of the pills, but not the slightest trace of the trouble has since made itself manifest. I think therefore, that I am safe in saying that I be- lieve Dr. Williams' Pink Pills not only restored my child to health, but have worked a permanent cure}? Rheumatism, St. Vitus’ dance and all kindred diseases of the blood and nerves, speedily yield to Dr. Wllâ€" liams' Pink Pills and the cures thus efl‘ected are permanent, because this medicine makes rich, red blood, strengthens the nerves, and thul reaches the root of the trouble. These pills are sold by all dealers in medicine or will be sent post paid at 50 cents a box or six boxes for $2.50 by addressing the Dr. William! Medicine 00., Brockville, Ont. The clerk tried to explain that the American plan was based entirely upon time, and, if he chose to eat elsewhere, it was his lookâ€"out; but the man would not be pacified. I-Io ed whether dinner Was still on, and asked whether dinnsr was still on, and was informed that it. lasted unâ€" til 9 p.m. Some people are philosophers env ough to accept defeat gracefully others nurse their wrath and spen much time trying to gel; even. A man came to a Chicago hotel for one day, and he took dinner out- side with a friend. When he Went to pay his bill he found that he had been charged for the meal. He pro- tested strongly. "Then I’ll go and tackle it," he exclaimed. “I’ve eaten one dinner already, but I’m going to get my money’s worth out of this old house, or bust !” He rushed into the dining-room, grabbed a bill of fare, and ordered everything he could think of, his sole idea being to get even. What he couldn’t out he messed up so that it would be of no use to anybody else. When he got through the Waiter handed him a. bill for $3.75. “But I’ve already paid for it in my bill,” he protested. "I'm stay- ing here on the; Amy-loan plan.” "The man paid the bill and Walked out, farther away than ever from getting even. “What’s that for '2" he asked in surprise. “Your dinner, sir,” said the wait- er. “Then you should have gone to the other diningâ€"room,” said the waiter; “this is the European plan cafe.” In Tonkin, Indo¢China, there is a. timber mine in good Working order.- In a. sand formation 9.5 a. depth of from fourteen to twenty feet, a. deposit of trunks of trees has been found, and from this deposit the people dig tim- ber. It is procured in good condi< tion, and is used for making coffins and troughs, and for carving. The trunks are many of them three feet in diameter and forty-five feet long,- being apparently the remains of fir trees which Were buried thousands or years ago by an earthquake. There is an extensive forest in this sand formation, and the timber, although it has been buried so long, is not in the form of coal. This somewth strange fact is accounted for by the peculiarly resinous character of the wood and the sandiness 01 the soil.' Access to the mines is obtained. by; gangways. She Was First Mtackad Wit» Rheumatism and 3211611 With Stef .Vitus’ Danceâ€"She was Unable( to Help Herself and Had to by Cared for Almost Like an In-' fant. HER MOTHER FEAR!!!) s33 WOULD NOT REGAIN HER. “5 HEALTH, 4 (From the Ornngeville Sun.) DIGGING FOR TIMBER. HE DIDN’T GET EVEN. Bhild’s Suffering;