The following text may have been generated by Optical Character Recognition, with varying degrees of accuracy. Reader beware!

SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERSâ€"Guy Hartleigh leaves England to find his long lost. cousin in San Francisco. Manda. Carlingâ€" lord, an actress in that city, is pes- tered by genteel loafers mnongst whom is Caryl Wilton who proposes find is rejected. She learns the story of her mother's betrayal by Sir Richard IIartJeigh. Sir Rich- ard’s child, Constance. whom Guy is seeking, dies, and Maida. im- personates her and is tak- en to IIurtleigli Hall, where she be- comes the idol of the household. A fete is given in her honor at. Vyner Castle during which it is suggested that, she take part in some amateur theatricals. Mildred Thorpe, an unâ€" employed American girl in London is exhausted by her fruitless ell'orts Ito obtain work. After securing en- gagement (IS country church organ- ist she is about to faint when she is assisted by Carl Wilton who is strnCli assisted by Caryl Wilton who is struck by her likeness to Maida Car- ringl‘ord. lie visits the Duke of Bel- duire at whose seat the amateur act- ors are disconcerted by the loss of their Romeo. He is persuaded to act as substitute. They stood aside with a. movement of curiosity. The tall, graceful figâ€" ure in its magnificent costume came in, carrying his domino and mask in his hand, and looking around with a nonchulant, easy grace, so natural to him. He was certainly another who showed neither apprehension nor nervousness. "Come on gL-nLIe voice citement, to Juliet.” At this moment Guy came into the room and announced that all was ready. "We are ready. too Lord Algy. "Where is leigh?” "There." "Oh, Constance, let me introduce my friend who has so kindly con- sented to come to the reecue and save us all from failure. Mr. Caryl Wilton, Miss Constance Ilurtleigh.” ‘ She was still talking to the Mer- cutio, and turned gracefully with some light/remark upon her lips. They were all looking at, her, and they all, without exception saw the musk slip from the hand that. Went with a quick movement to the heavâ€" ing bosom, as the face, a moment ago so smilingly, so girlishly serene, turned a deathly white, from which the dark eyes gleamcd as might those of a doe at buy. A certain expression as of incredu- lous horror, dimly defined, passed over the White face, and she stood silently staring at the man before her, who had not yet taken the trouâ€" ble to lift his languid eyes. As 151:9; us it had taken to record this meeting, it had taken but :1 mo- ment. for it. to take place, and ere any one there to witness it. had fully realized that anything; was amiss, Carvl Wilton had bowed low, and in But the silence, the stillness arousâ€" ed him, and he coolly lifted his eyes to ascertain the reason. With a wellâ€" bred slowness, far enough removed from insolence, yet all indifierence, he let his eyes run from the little satin slippers to the frozen lace. With austart he made a half step backward, and his dark face turned white underneath the rouge. Moâ€" ments are ages sometimes; and this was one of the times. The two stood regarding each other for a mo- ment in silence: then, as summer clouds flit over the sky, there chased across her face a look as of a. hunted animalâ€"oi dread and of defiance And then the actress was herself again; and had taken up her part. Her only glance. and that a vailed one, was of keen inquiry. Caryl had been the first to recover himself. and, as if he had read and understood each {lashing glance of the other, had answered it. His first expression had been one of fierce exulta'tion, his next had been one of doubt, and then had succeeded a calm cold smile of composure and waiting. Miss Hartleighâ€"un unparâ€" donable sin behind the scenes. I dare not hope for forgiveness, though I am filled with remorse." With a. mechanical smile her eyes fell upon his, and she inclined her head, struggling for the voice which would not come. Then. with an ef- fort not the less strenuous that no one was cognizant. of it. she said: "I do not, think you have kept us waiting. It is very much better late than never in such a case." Her voice. though low, was as steady as his own, and her eyes met, his unflinchingly. And this was all, only two polite. conversational senâ€" tences. while the heart of each throbâ€" bed wildly under the strain of a sud- den recognition. And if the out-- ward eye of each was cold and stew (iv. the inward eye was none the less Caryl had been the first himself. and, as if he hm understood each {lashing the other, haul answered first expression had been c exultaiion, his next had I doubt, zmd then had : calm cold smile of comp waiting“. Caryl Wilton had bowed low, and in his most natural tone had said: "l mu afraid I have kept you waiting. Miss Halrtleigli~un unparâ€" donnblc sin behind the scenes. I dare not. hope for forgiveness, though Her voice. though low, was as steady as his ovan, and her eyes met. his unflinchingly. And this was all, only two polite. conversational sen- tences. while the heart. 01' each throbâ€" bed wildly under the strain of a sud- den recognition. And if the out- ward eye of each was cold and stea- dy, the inward eye was none the less feverish with the far away visions of another theatre for distant, Where a Romeo had stood one night. before a Jul‘zt; of a lonely house and of a. passionate declaration of iove. What of tie boasted stoicism of the o N n ’0 u .9 o o o. .00 ‘0 0 0.0 o '0 o . o o .oo‘ .00.. 90 0 '0 b .0 u 00‘ o”oo o o . ‘4)...uu. ’q M 0 o 0 o .00.!” 0 .0 o 0.0 o 00.. to. 0 'r 0.00.» o 0 o o o «0.0.00.0».003 O 00. o o N 3 ‘0 CHAPTER lewâ€"Continued 1,” said Lord Algy in his a, now trcmulous with exâ€" 1 want to introduce you Ldy, tOO,” answered Where is Miss Hart- red Indian in straint such as straint such as this? With his white fingers playing with apparent carelessness with the jewel- ed handle of his sword, stood A man who had suddenly, without a hint of warning, come upon the woman whose face had haunted him for weary weeks, and whom he had longâ€" ed to see as only such a man could long; stood carelessly waiting and talking, his heart on fire. his brain reeling with astonishment, delight, wonder. And almost, touching him. erect and composed, with her delicate lips curved in a faint, sweet, smile. stood a girl face to face with the detector of her crime, face to face with one who must either be a passionate lovâ€" er or a deadly foe. And before her was a task sufficient, to try the strongest to the uttermostâ€"a task requiring all the delicate fire of gen- ius, all the calm composure of trainâ€" ed talent. Algy, 15mg champagne glass. Caryl took it and appeared as if about to drink it, when a sudden thought seemed to strike him, and he offered it to Maida. She shook her head with a smiling negative, but he did not take back his hand. He still held the glass before her, and bowing courteeusly, said, in a tone audible to every one: "Take the advice, Miss Hartleigh, of one who has had the misfortune to go through this sort of thing seâ€" veral times, whereas you, probably, have never had a. taste of amateur theatricals before. You would be wise to take a glass of champagne." Caryl took it about to drink thought seemed he offered it to her head with but he did not t Only Lord Alg‘y notices the change which has come over the \vhilom in- dolent man. The indifferent draw} has gone from his voice, the dark- gray eyes flash with a new fire, and there is something imperative in the poise of his head. Maids. hesitated a moment and then took the glass. Did he know that her throat was parched and burning, that her heart was beating so that it took all her strength to speak? what did he mean? Was he covering a threat under his proffer of aid? Was he merely Ilaying with his vic- tim? Or was he trying to encourage Was tim her? She drank the Wine slowly in 01'- der to collect her forces as well as to profit by the liquid refreshment. Her eyes sought his face and studied it, It was a face handsome enough at all timds, but, made particularly so now by the long, flowing hair, which set it 011' in a Titian-like modeling. There was no weakness in it, and though it. was inscrutable even to her sharpened eyes, she seemed to feel that it held her fate with a. con- scious power. Should she defy him, deny him, or yield to him? Neither. She would be woman-like and wait. And if fight she must. then, Woman- like again, she \voulg fight, to the last gasp. "Another glass?” he asked polite- ly, as she took the empty glass from her lips and held it out to him. "No more, thank you,” she anâ€" swered, as calmly as he. "Better be persuaded. It. will not hurt you.” "If it were not bad manners to propose a toast. to a. lady at such a time, I would drink this to Miss I-Iax'tleigh’s success in Julietâ€"or in any other part. she may play." He drunk the wine. “Now I am ready to do poor Romeo to his death. Have no concern Miss Hartleigh: should your lines fail you, you may rely on me, for I have played the “Hush!” 5 ready, now. the first. set part quite recently.” He leaned a little nearer, so that only she could catch his words, and went. on, with a. light smile: "I don't mind telling you that. the last time I played it. was with n. professional actress in America. Her name was Maida. Car- ringforcl. You must. have heard of her, though I know you have never seen her, for she was killed on the overland route during a. stage rob- Sill frightened,” said Lord Q. “But, here is the and he handed him a Lord Algy. "All ,ke your places for the face of self-rah mid still another, as each actor made his appearance. Then Romeo, with moody. abâ€" stracted step, entered. At sight of the tall. richly dressed figure there was a loud welcomeâ€"then a little buzz and hum of surprise. "Whyâ€"why,” said the duke, "that. is not Manvillc! Who can it. be?” "It. isâ€"no, it isn'tâ€"yes, it is. Why it is Caryl Wilton!” Whispered her The curtain rose delighted ripple of beautiful scene (I "Eh?" muttered Sir Richard, lean- ing forward. His only interest. in the matter was its bearing on his (laughter. If it. was anything to af- fect her he was anxious to know. “Who is it? Caryl Wilton? Wouldn't. know him. Where is Manville, then? I hope he will do as well.” “As well?" echoed the duke. "I should think so. Manville was a. good Romeo to look at, but Wilton is good to look at, and By Jove! listen to him! He has the nerve of a. professional. I didn’t know he was here. I’ll wager Algy is delighted.” 1f Algy Was‘ so was the audience. They had been well enough satisfied to get a handsome Romeo, but here they had the looks and much more besides. Composed and selfâ€"possessed, Caryl Wiltom‘playcd as if he was earning his daily bread. Letterâ€"perfect, ac- tion perfect, but rather like an ad- mirable machine than a real Romeo. He was playing mechanically, for there ran constantly through his brain the query. How comes Maida Cm‘rillg‘ford to be Constance Hurtâ€" leigh? He went off to a hearty round of applause, and Lord Algy caught him by the hand and thanked him eager- ]y for having done so welll "I see you have forgiven me, old fellow,” he said. "How well you fellow, did it! "Did I?" asked Caryl as a peculiar smile passed over his face. He looked around for Maida, but she was not to be seen. She had re- tired to her room. But, presently she came out. and when he looked at her he saw that she had fought, the battle with herself and had conquerâ€" ed. A calm smile was on her face, and her eyes rested on Caryl Wilton as unconcernedly as if she had never been aught but Constance Hartleigh. She declined With a slight gesture, and stood looking past him toward the wings, and his eyes watched her with only halfâ€"concealed earnestness. "Not yet," he answered; “they are shifting the scene. Will you not take a seat?” They were standing thus when Guy, covered with perspiration, came suddenly upon them. A puzzled exâ€" pression flashed over his face, and he dropped into a chair, looking at. Muida with admiring, wistful eyes. him "All ready?” he aSIied. "Now for your boasted courage, Constance. Are you sure you feel calm?” "Quite," she answered, but she did not look at him. Her eyes were full on Caryl Wilton. "l have courage enough to carry it through. 01" that; I am confident.” And Caryl Wilton, looking straight. back into her eyes, saw a gleam there which told him that she was preparâ€" ed to hold the position in which he had found her. ' Guy turned to him with a sort of apologetic smile, and said, in his [rank way: said ."Juliet! :the nurse! Lady Capuâ€" let!” shouted the callâ€"boy. / With a composed glance around. Maidu moved away, followed by the other characters. Guy looked after her for a moment, and then turned to find Caryl also gazing after her. And he was struck by the singular expression on his face. "By xhe Way,” he said abruptly, “1 awe you met my cousinâ€"Miss Hartleigh, you knowâ€"before, Mr. Wilton?" swercd "I have not had the pleasure of meeting Miss Hartleigh before toâ€" night. Why do you ask?” Guy hesitated a moment. "I fanciedâ€"I don’t know. eitherâ€" that you seemed to recognize her. Foolish, of course, but I had the 110- tion." Caryl turned a cool, composed, abâ€" sent gaze on the frank, handsome face of his questioner, and, without the least show of consciousness, an- Caryl watched him narrowly to see if there was any hidden meaning, but, the honesty and openness of Guy was unimpeachable, and he answered, slowly: Guy colored and looked curiously at Caryl. He did not seem the man to be startled by anything, but, it was not Guy’s Way to harbor suspi- cion without more than good cause, and so he now dismissed the subject from his mind for the time. Moreover, there mine a diversion which, anyhow, would have cn’cctual- 1y driven the thought from his brain, 108 haw: I been called?" she asked of I, too, am confident of it CIIA PTE e. and there was a f applause at. the disclosed; another as each actor made R XIV :1 beauty 1y, and, startled he RS "Say. Why don't you wear yer hair in a. psycho knot? Yer too old for plaits.” and that, was it sudden and prolonged burst, of applause from the audience. Guy jumped to his feet, and cried en- thusiastically: "She is on. Listen to them!” Caryl laid his hand upon the back. of a chair and turned to listen. “It, is an ovation,” he said. "I wonder if it, is for the beauty or for the acting.” It. was for the beauty, for as yet she had not said a word. The cosâ€" tumer’s art will render even a plain person fair look upon; there is a wonderful magic in pearl powder, rouge and India ink. Imagine then Maida’s loveliness, heightened by their aid, her exquisite form set off by the closeâ€"fitting costume of satin and pearls, the whole set in a beautiful picture and moving to soft music. They were astounded and looked from one to the other in amâ€" azement. Was this young creature with the girlish, almost childish face. with the happy, innocent smile on her half-parted lips, and deep, transâ€" lucent eyes, the reserved, silent Conâ€" stance I-Iartleigh, who had come among them like a vision, none knew whence. Sir Richard, pale and agitated, as much by her beauty as by the noise, half arose from his seat, then sank back and looked at her with his trembling hand shading his eyes, which were moist with tears of lovâ€" ing pride. “Hush, hush!” said twenty voices, and at once there fell a. silence of ex- pectation. Most of them there had met and talked with Constance Hartleigh, and they now listened to hear her voice, but they listened for what was not to come. Constance IIartleigh no longer stood there. Maiden. Car-ringâ€" ford had sunk her identity into that of Juliet, and those who sat there heard fall from the cherry lips only the artless prattle of the Child-\VO< 1mm of old Florence. ,4 “nu. u A -. It was Juliet herself who stood there, Juliet who spoke; and she had not uttered a. half dozen words ere all had forgotten that she was any- thing else. The audience sat spellâ€" bound. But there was still a. further surâ€" prise in store for them. Presently there came the meeting between Romeo and Juliet. For an instant Maida grew cold and merged into the Constance Hartleigh they all knew, but, as if Caryl Wilton's spirit had caught the fire from hers, his acting was quite diil‘erent from that in the first act, when he had been alone. It Was all intense, earnest, passionate, now. And so it went on, she cold and he passionate, until her nature could stand it no longer, and the actress once more conquered the Woman. Then there came such acting as none in that audience had ever seen or hoped to see. Romeo and Juliet in the body seemed to be before them, talking and moving about, instinct with the life great Shakespeare had given them. of one of A Well-known clergyman tells driving along a country road Winter’s night, when just, ahead him he noted a, woman Walking. Drawing up his horse, he asked the Woman if he could give her a lift. The Woman got in and they drove along for some distance. ‘ A...“ A; 11,“- PROMISED NOT TO 1 When he had so own gate she th: politely answered No, 1 Won’t, s: fact lady in an 01 Motherâ€"Johnnie, I whip you for taking pie. to buy lJnv- Johnnieâ€"A11 right, maw; Whip me real hard; there's another piece left. Johnnieâ€"Look at the elephant moving his great big fins, mamma. Mammalâ€"Those are his ears, dear. What use has an elephant for fins? Johlmyâ€"Huh! I guess he can use them when his head swims, can’t he? Biflkins~I tell you of my Wife going a. tion. Dilkinsâ€"I dare say you wxu De lonely, old man. Bifikinsâ€"It isn’t 1.11th, but she :11- Ways mowud our lawn. Diggsâ€"Therc goes a. newly mar- ried couple. Daggsâ€"How do you know? Diggsâ€"I saw him give her a $5 bill to buy some chocolates with. P UNISHMENT IN HIS RE To be Continued ovum, _. ,,,,,,, had set; her down at her she thanked him, and he iswered: Don’t mention it. Oll't, said the matter-of- n an obliging tone. AT THE ZOO PROOF {XL REASON ‘005 a. newly mar- say you will be MENTION am going to that piece of I hate to think my on a vac-.1- ADVANCE SO SAY THE SUFFERERS FROM CHRONIC DYSPEPSIA. A Trouble That Makes the Life of Its Victims Almost Unbearâ€" ableâ€"Causes Headaches, Heart Palpitation, Dizziness, a Feel- ing of Weariness, and a Dis~ taste for Food. Sufferers from dyspepsia or bad di- gestion are numerous in this coun- try. Almost (luin one hean some one Complaining of the tortures caused them by this malady and it is no uncommon thing to hear a sui- ferer say “I wish I was dead." And no wonder, the suffering caused by bad digestion cannot, be imagined by anyone who has not suilered from it. The victim is a. constant sufferer from headaches, heart burn, heart palpitation, and nausea. He has a. bad taste in the mouth, is unable to obtain restful sleep and has always a feeling of weariness and depression. But there is a sure cure for this trouble and it is found in the grout- est of all known medicinesâ€"Dr. Wil- liams’ Pink Pills for Pale People. Among those who have been cured of this distressing malady by Dr. From “L'Avenir du Nord,” St. Jer- ome. Que. Among those who have been cured of this distressing malady by Dr. Williulns’ Pink Pills is Mr. Alfred Chusbot, a well known farmer liv- ing near St. Jerome, Que. To a reâ€" porter of “L’Avenir du Nord," Mr. Clmsbot told the following story of his illness and subsequent cures-â€" “For three yearsIWas an almost continual sullerer from the tortures of bad digestion. After eating I felt as if some heavy weight was press- ing against, my chest. I was racked with violent headaches; my temper became irritable; my appetite uncer- tain; my nerves were a Wreck and I was always troubled with a feeling of weariness. I was able to do very little work and sometimes none at all. Although I tried many reme- dies I was unsuccessful in my search for a cure until a friend advised me to try llr. Williams’ Pink Pills. Any doubts I may have had as to the merits of these pills Were soon disâ€" pelled, for I had not been taking them long before I noticed an im- provement in my condition. I con- tinued the use of the pills some weeks when I considered myself fully cured. ' Toâ€"day I am as Well as I ever was in my life. and would strongly advise all similar sulfierers to try Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills and I am sure that, they will find them as beneficial as I have. NO JOY IN LIFE. Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills cure by going to the root of the disease. They make new, rich, red blood, strengthen the nerves and thus tone up the whole system. Sold by all dealers in medicine or sent by mail, post paid, at 50 cents a box or six boxes for $250 by addressing the Dr. Williams’ Medicine 00., Brook ville, Ont. Did you say those folks Who had just moved into the neighborhood. were socialists? asked the Woman who was leaning over the back fence. Yes, answered the next door neigh- bor u”, - ~_‘.r time that you 7 Vzru'ev mistaken.’ We have had four Socials since they mov- ed in and they haven’t been at one of them. Dot'vas a perfeck fit. said Moses Cohenstein, the clothicr, as he pinch- ed up the customer's coat in the back. - -,u ‘1‘- It seems to be too loose sum mu customer doubtfully. V011, said Mr. Cohcnstein enthusâ€" iastically, but see now much extry goods you get for de same munny! Nebbâ€"You must dreadful grind org the man to play 1: every day. Nobbâ€"No, I (1011 than that girl ovc The Chinamnn, remarked the 01‘- ientalist, is one of the meekcst, most. selfâ€"CITaclng people in the World. 011, I don’t know, answered the friend who is always doubtful. The Chinaman is the only person I know of in this hot, Weather who isn’t afraid to go out in public in his pajamas. Uncle Joshuaâ€"I s’pose scnce yet son John got; back frum collig he" helpin’ y’ considerable on th' farm? Ebenezerâ€"va, John jes’ ha'in't got time; he's too plague bizzy swingin' dumbelis un' smokin’ cigm gyretls. Summer Boarderâ€"You didn't men- tion having so many mosquitoes. Uncle Exraâ€"No, I knowed it, wasn’t no use, cuz you’d find that. out. soon as y’ got here. I‘CSt ( that, Well, I suppose you 1mm (1 m CLIMATIC COURAGE -:\'o, I don’t like it any more mt girl over the way who is vocal lessons. AN INDUCEMENT SWEET REVENGE 'cm I've ever hadâ€" gits tired rcstin’, SU PEI Du 11kâ€"How to be too loose MISTAKEN ’1'00 131 ALL ALIKE 1b {FLUOUS t like to hear that gun, since you pay under your window You didn't men- see by this lik( our said the