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SYNOPSIS 0F PRECEDING dHAPTERS.-â€"-Muida Cm‘i‘ingford the Illegitimate child of Sir Richard Hartlelgh, meets her half-sister Con- sthCG on a Stage-coach in America. The stage is attacked and Constance is wounded. Maida leaves her for dead and goes to impersonate her in England. Caryl Wilton, who knew Muida as a :‘quous actress, meets her at some amateur theatricals in her new home. In the meantime what, was he do- ing who was the cause of all the agony which rent the Soul of the err- lug woman? He Watched the carriage as it drove out of the grounds, and then with a. set purpose took his way afâ€" ter it. It did not matter to him how far the Hall Was away. It suit- ed him for the moment to follow the woman he loved. He strode after the carriage careâ€" less that it outstripped him. He knew the way to the Hall and he was going there. And when he reach- ed there he entered the grounds and looked up at the Windows that were lighted. And when he discovered, by the shadow on the curtains, which room was Maida’s he threw himself on a bench and watched it. "But how comes she to be here? How comes she to be Constance Hartleigh? And that she is 3. Hartâ€" leigh, who shall deny after seeing her and her father? If by chance there be something in her life to con- ceal. does the old man share the se- cret? And if he does not, what will she do to keep it from him? “Why, Caryl Wilton, you talk like a scoundrel. You talk as if you would persecute a. woman. PerseL cute her? Ay, and persecute again! And she shall love me and be happy in my love! Oh, I know I am as mad with this love as ever Romeo. and I have fought the fight against it and been conqueredl I will never try again. I will do anything to make her mine, and to make her love me. Whatever his dreams, or whatever his test that night, no one would have supposed the next morning that anything unusual in his life had takâ€" en place, for he entered the breakâ€" fast room with his easy, imperturb- able nonchalunce, and made his apolâ€" ogies to the Duchess for his deserâ€" tion Scan the ball the previous night. "Certainly. "Well, don’ idol, Algy. she happen t( Richard. “11 had such a U “Nobody k "Do tell In: There is no 11 tel‘y. is there "There is 1 .“Where is Algy‘?” he asked, lookâ€" ing round the table. “Sick abed, where he will be now for a week recovering from the strain of his success.” ’ “Poor Algy! I will go see him afâ€" ter breakfast." And he did. Lord Algy wns lying in bed in a darkened room, but, he was glad to see Caryl, who had over him something of the soothing influ~ ence of the niesmerist; though. if he had any of that power. he never exâ€" ercised it. and the effect was rather a moral than 11 physical one. "I am glad to see you. old fellow. Good of you to come up here out. of Good of you to come the sunshine." "Sorry to see you but if you will dabble why. you must sun'er. "But, Wth a success, Caryl. And did you ever, now, on your honor, see such a, Juliet before?” "There is no mysto ax! or have heard of. hinted at. Her moth “She ccrtuiuiy did well for an am- nteur." “Do you mean you do not really think it was good acting?" “Oh, it was Wonderful when you consider it Was her first attempt. It. was her first. attempt, was it not?" “Certainly. She said so herself." “Well, don’t. fire up so about. your idol, Algy. By the way how does she happen to be the daughter of Sir Richard. when I did not know he :1 "Yes," he said to himself up there in the room of Constance Hart- leigh, is Maida Can‘ingford. By what right is she there? Is she Conâ€" stance Hartleigh? She may be. but she fears me for the knowledge 1 have that she is Maida Carringford, and that she once acted on the stage. “To think that I should have huntâ€" ed for her hither and thither, and given up the search, only to find her at the last by u more piece of luck Luck! No, it was not luck. Luck to have that particular invitation of a. hundred brought to me? No, it was fate if you will, but luckâ€"116» Vt)? . Maida’s 00000000000ot¢ooooooo,coooo ..Q..O0.00.M‘N.O 3»; 0.60.”! 0.00. .oo.«ou.oo.«.”.o b. ‘.M.N.«.N. (n o o O O o O o nt”.«.«.oo.ofi.ov.»’ ,ing 8 CHAPTER X VI when ‘ thin thc 1rm mystery of her life. in supposing a. mysâ€" it until recently 01‘ in in that I bed. Algy; Lhoatricals, “Tax:eg He took her hand and bowed over it, speechless for a, moment before this vision of pure Womanhood. It! was not the Maida Cari'ingford he had dreamed of. but his heart, left no doubt that in this as in any other guise he must equally be the gave of her personality. “I am the bearer of countless mesâ€" sages of gratitude and anxious en- quiry, Miss Hartleigh,” he said. “I need not, ask if you are well," and he glanced significantly at her peach-like face. “It is just, as well to go at, once." he said to himself; “for if she really is in love with this Hercules, or ev- en if she is not, but only intends to marry him, she may as Well know that I am in earnest. and have not forgotten the day I oilered her my heart. Yes, she may as Well know that Caryl Wilton has forgotten no- thing,” Presently he heard a door openâ€"â€" his ears as well as his eyes were as quick as a North Ame‘l‘tcan Indian’s â€"and, turning, saw a. figure coming with a quick, graceful step toward him. It Was Maida. A sudden thrill of surprise and ad- miration ran through him. "Goodâ€"morning," she said, holding out her hand. "The man told me you were here, or I am not sure I should have recognized you Without your paint. and doublet." There was no start, no embarrass- ment, no trace of anything but a sweet, natural, womanly candor. Her acting, if acting it were, was perâ€" feet. She blus ment, and cally. “They are very kind," she answerâ€" ed. “ch, I am well, and not, at, all tired. And you?” His dark eyes lighted up with an unmistakable meaning a 3 he anâ€" swercd: er. Then, wxm 8 expression. "Lord ofl‘ as well. I left with one of his he; ment and exertion suspected by Sir Richard, and fled from her homcâ€" I think it was twen- ty years ago. He afterwards discovâ€" ered that. she was innocent, and sought, for her. but only succeeded in finding the daughter, who was an inâ€" fant. at thctime of the mother's flight." “Why was not the mother found?" "She was dead." “Ah! When did she die?" "How should I know? It is not the kind of a question you would care to ask Sir Richard, and he has not volunteered the information. Whose business is it?” "By which you mean it is none of mine. Well. I don’t suppose it, is. She is a. pretty girl, is she not?" “Pretty?” cried Lord Algy, with scornful emphasis; "she is beautifull I never saw her equal. It is not mere beauty of feature either. You can see lthe beauty of her character shining out of those glorious eyes.” “Another, did you say? And who is the lucky dog?” “Her cousin Guy.” “Oh, she loves him, eh? Well, he is a. fineâ€"looking fellow. Of course he reciprocates?" “He worships her. Who that knows her does not? Always exâ€" cepting you." It was in a strange frame of mind that he Walked up to the great door of the Hall and knocked for admit- tance. He was prepared for a strug- gle, but no one looking at his care- less grace of demeanor. would have guessed it. The great doors of the Hall were Wide open, as if Sir Richard were deâ€" sirous of keeping up the ancient, and hospitable ways of his ancestors, who maintained open house to all comers AfLer knocking, Caryl stepâ€" ped into the wide hall. and there waited until a servant in livery came and took his card. “Had I been ill last night's experâ€" ience would have cured me. One canâ€" not play Romeo to your Juliet, with- out, experiencing a. quickening of his life-blood. My pulses still beat, fast- er.” Then, with a sudden change of expression. “Lord Algy does not get off as well. I left him in bed. sick 51‘ would not care for more than her friendship and the chance to ser- ve her. Besides, there 'is another." The dark eyebrows went, up, émd there was a. strange glint in the dark eyes. "Oh: you must always leave me out of the question." And with this he went off to pre- par/z for a. Walk to the Hall. And a half hour later he was striding along leisurely. swinging his cane easily, and soliloquizing: “Sir Richard,” said Caryl, and stepped into the drawing-room, the doors of which stood open. eyes There silence. Then 51 “Did “Rather A]gy?'. A Warm light sot am very sorry CHAPTER XVII By the Author ol..... cnamourec‘ A Glpsy'l Daughter," A Henrl's Bitterness." Another nan'n WiIc." af 1‘ .t the implied compli- hed softly and musiâ€" Etc.. Etc. rry."\shc said simâ€" 1id it would be so." moment of awkward resting on her face. up tl aren’t you 1 change of 3635 not get. 11 bed, sick Excite. the >usinâ€"01 e walk-1" you . ’ ' in his dark Maida seemed to feel the answer before it, was made, for a slight shiver ran over her, but, her eyes neâ€" ver lost their smiling look of inter- est. Caryl Wilton sank into a chair and looked after her, with a singular smile curving his lips. What a..won- derful woman. Not a. sign of em- barrassment, not :1 tremor of the eye- lids. not, a. quiver of the red lips. But, for the throbbing heart Within his breast, he must, have been de- ceived. Caryl Wilton had seen him years ago, when he was a. mere boy. and he remembered him a tall, upright, ironâ€"visaged man, with stern eyes and mouth. He could scarcely rm concile the bent, gentle, sinking old man With the figure of his memory. "Mr. Wilton? Yes, yes,” said Sir Richard, extending his thin, white hand. “Glad to see you. Very kind of you to remember us. I’m sure. Not overcome by the exertion of last. night? You did well, Mr. Wilton. It. was the universal verdict that it had never been so Well done. How are their graces? Sorry to hear Alâ€" gy is not well. You are an old friend of his. are you not?” "Very; but I have not seen much of him for some years. because I have not been in England." \“Ah, travelling," said Sir Richard. nodding afiably, his hand toying carelessly with Maida's white sleeve, his eyes Wandering to her face With that strange look of anxious, crav- ing afl‘ection. "And where have you been?" He looked at Maida and she smiled back Without a. tremor. Then, with a perfectly natural movement, she let her arm slip out of her father’s and went over to a table on which were some flowers, several of which were in danger of falling out, of the dish. She had her back to them as she arranged these, and Sir Richard went on: “Yes, yes; and I suppose you are not sorry to be back in old England again, eh? And I am safe to say old England is glad to have you back." “I am glad to hear you say it, sir. We cannot afford to have such men as you from us long. I shall never forget the treat you gave us last night. And my daughter”â€"he look- ed around. and Maida glided to his side. put her hand on his shoulder, and stood with eyes veiled by their White lidsâ€"“my daughter is indebted to you for your masterly perform- ance. It made hers R'hat it was.” “Pardon me if I Lresume to differ," retorted Caryl. “Anything I did was only possible with the inspira- tion drawn from your daughter's actâ€" ing. It was truly great," words, but. she would not seem to see it. and went. on. naturally: "He is about the grounds"â€"â€"lookâ€" ing out of the windowâ€"“and is sure to come in presently. I will go in search of papa." and with a. slight. inclination of the head, she glided away from him. He heard footsteps again, and pr<> sontly she entered, with Sir Richard on her arm. “In many places," answered Caryl leaning forward so that his own face was in the shade, while the beautiful‘face of the young girl was in the full sunlight. If she noticed the manoeuvre it was only to defy his purpose by bringing her face more squarely into the light. "The place I last visited was America." “Ah. yes, quite new ground." said Sir Richard. "111 my day We did not go so far. You visited New York and Boston, I suppose?" “Yes,” said Caryl, softly, “New York and Boston. But the last city I made an extended stop at was San Francisco" Caryl bowed and answered with a smile: “You are very kind, Sir Richard. I can only answer for myself. Eng- land holds “coâ€"day 0.11 that is dearest in the world to me.” “I hope you will make a. long stag. at the Castle," said Sir Richard. There was a moment’s pause. 1\Inida.’s dark eyes looked up suddenâ€" ly, and as suddenly dropied again; but not before Caryl Wilton had notâ€" ed the glance and caught the shadow of the despair in the depths of the eyes. His heart was moved to a. fierce sort of pity, and he would wilâ€" lingly have said to her, “Maida, my darling. let me end this torture of you whom I love so passionately. Let me say that I love you, and do you give yourself to me. 1 will proâ€" tect you." But, no, he could not do this. He knew that in her then mood she would yield nothing. No; he must wait until the end came na- where lighte the 1)] too? )ur me say that 1 1 give yourself to you.” But, no, :oud G u_v rould yi it, until I if he 1 n't My my only t( he (101 of all II ful Wil- Caryl Wilton bowed with a. depre- catory smile. "An admirer of art. Sir Richard." The old man nodded (uni-a.ny and said “Well, they used to tell mo. th had some good pictures at. the They may be out. of fashion Will you go through the gallery "I shall be delighted.” Sir Richard rose. and drew Mz arm through his. "We will show you what we 11 he said. Returning to the home of his parâ€" ents. he permitted a couple of days to go by before calling on his better half. Then it was to inform her that he intended going to America. and would send for her in due course. A week later he sailed without so much as bidding his wife goodâ€"bye. She entertains little hope of ever seeing him again. and the neighbors wonder why the pair ever got; mar- riec'. Pretty state of things to quarrel on the marriage day! A young bride wished to spend the honey- moon on the Continent; her partner voted for Douglas. As neither would give in they went their separate courses. much to the surprise and amusement of friends and guests. Not only did a newly-married couple ages: to spend their holiday apart, they also occupy different, cotâ€" tages though living in the same street. Occasionally they take walks together as during the courting together as during the courting days, otherwise their behavior ap- pears to be merely friendly. “Houghton” ghost, with a Well esâ€" tablished reputation. The ghost, is stated to be the spirit, of Lady Dor- othy Walpole, who was the wife of Viscount. Townshend. She {Suppos- ed to appear just before a. death either in the Walpole or Townshend family, either at Houghton, where she was born, or at Raynham, the home of her husband. The late Lady Anne Sherson used to relate that many years ago she was at Raynâ€" ham. on the occasion of a ball. She. herself, as well as many other guests. were surprised to see a small lady, dressed in an antique costume, pasâ€" sing through the throng Without ap- parently knowing anybody. 0n the following morning the news came of the unexpected death of Lord George Townshend, which had occurred durâ€" ing the previous nightf The Ploughâ€" ton ghost is. however, hardly likely to make the Duke and Duchess of Cornwall and York feel very uncom- fort-able. Sometimes Done by Accidentâ€" Sometimes by Design. A gentleman who never permits any occurrence to interfere with busiâ€" ness was married in great style to the pretty daughter of a wealthy merchant. The same afternoon wit- nessed him running about London, up to his ears in work. while his darling went to Paris for a. month, accompanied by her mammal Pleading the poorness of trade as an excuse for not taking a holiday after the wedding. a fairly Wellâ€"toâ€" do grocer left his Wife in her new home while he proposed going to his shop. Towards evening the young woman received a. telegram stating that her spouse had gone to Doncasâ€" ter races. but would return Within a Week. He returned with empty pock- etsâ€"â€"his favorites came in third, as usual. and a gold watch was the means of raising the fare home. amusement of friends and guests. This peculiar couple never spend their summer holidays togetherâ€" seemingly they intend to go on in the Way they commenced. The Duke of Cornwall and York is sure to like his new home, which has been purchased for him while on his Colonial tourâ€"Houghton Hall. in Norfolk, England. It is from twelve to fifteen miles from Sandringhmn, and those who like ghost stories will be interested to learn that there is a. HONEYMOON ’S SPENT APART. 1t 1t OF GROWING SHORT l'ybody DUKE BUYS A GHOST >ld body has noticed that in ld ago people grow rap so that, a, person former] height “grows down" diminutive man or W01 111 contemporary now DC , this decrease of height early as the age of thi To be Continuc and drew Maida’s d that in ex- grow rapidly to quarrel A young the honey- her partner h ave into oman. points at W( Hall ROW )f “A run clown system!" What a. World of misery those few words im- ply, and yet there are thousands throughout this country who are sufâ€" fering from this condition. Their blood is poor and watery; they suf- fer almost continuously from head- aches; are unable to obtain restful sleep and the least exertion greatly fatigues them. What is needed to put the system right is a tonic, and experience has proved Dr. Willimns’ I’ink Pills to be the only never-fail- ing tonic and health restorer. Mrs. Henry Parsons. a respected resident of Exeter, Ont., is one of the many who have tested and. proved the value of Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills. For many months she was a great snllerer from what is commonly termed "a run down sys- tem.” To a reporter of the Advo- cate she gave the following story in the hope that other suflerers might. benefit from her experience:â€"“For many months my health was in a. bad state, my constitution being greatly run down. I was troubled with continual headaches, my appe- tite was poor and the least exertion greatly fatigued me. I consulted a. physician but his treatment did not appear to benefit me and I gradually became worse, so that I could hardly attend to my household duties. I then tried several advertised remeâ€" dies but Without result, and I began to regard my condition as hopeless. A neighbor called to see me one day and urged me to try Dr. Williams" Pink Pills. Having tried so many medicines without receiving benefit, I was not easily persuaded, but finally I consented to give the pills a trial. To ny surprise and great joy I noticed an improvement in my condiâ€" tion before I had finished the first box and by the time I had taken four boxes of the pills I was fully reâ€" stored to health. I no longer sufl‘er from those severe headaches, my apâ€" petite is good, I can go about my household duties Without the least trouble: in fact I feel like a new woâ€" man. All this I owe to that best of all medicines, Dr. Williams' Pink Pills, and I would strongly urge othâ€" er sufferers to give them a trial." Dr. \Villiams’ Pink Pills are recog- nized the world over as the best blood and nerve tonic, audit is this power of acting directly on the blood and nerves which enables these pills to cure such diseases as locomotor ataxia, paralysis, St. Vitus' dance, sciatica, neuralgia, rheumatism, nerâ€" vous headache, the after effects of la. grippe, palpitation of the heart, that tired feeling resulting from her- vous prostration; all diseases resultâ€" ing from vitiated humors in the blood, such as scroi‘ula, chronic cryâ€" sipelas, etc. Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills are sold by all dealers in mediâ€" cine or can-be had by mail, post paid, at, 50 cents a box, or six box- es for $2.50, by addressing the Dr. Williams' Medicine Co., Brockville, Ont. SHOWS THAT THE BLOOD AND NERVES NEED TONING UP. Like the Turks and many other dwellers in Oriental lands, the Moors prefer «“moonâ€"faced" wives rather than lean ones, and are more solicit- ous as to the number of pounds which their brides weigh than about the stock of accomplishments they possess. A girl is put under the process of fattening when she is about twelve years of age. Her hands are tied behind her. and she is seated on a carpet during so many hours every day, while her “papa” stands over her with a ma.- traque, or big stick, and her mother at times pops into her mouth a. ball of couscoussou, or stiff maize por- ridge (kneaded up with grease, and just large enough to be swallowed without. Hm mitient chokian If This Condition Causes More Gen- uine Suffering Than One Ce; Imagineâ€"How 8, Well Known Exeter Lady Obtained a. Cure After She Had Begun to R0- Without the patient chokingy If the unfortunate victim declines to be stufied she is compelled, so that ere long the poor girl resigns herself to the torture and gulps down the bo- luses to avoid being,r beaten. The full ain"s Indi of whom : 000 Britis this milit in A Bun Down Systemc UK I‘OOV In ri; All )m the Advocate, Excter, 01 gard Her Condition as Hope- le-.s. White In BRITAIN'S INDIAN ARMY )0 the PROSPECTIVE WIVES full strcng‘ Indian Arm )m 230,000 ritish soldie FIREPI OI 11'e nativ rs. In a of )0 I'I‘AI ritis e and 1 idition are ab rent, Brib- 000 men. AY omc mil wed )ng uut. 111‘