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Time, that flew with fleet, wings for the potted heiress of the Hall, drag- [ed with leaden heels for the lonely girl at the little cottage at Loug- lam. There were no picnics. no dinâ€" Icr parties for her. were away, each like its fellow, and rhereas but a few days ago the days llike ,1 Shot if hC-S 10ft mom, lad all been joyous to her, they now pere dull. Eight days had passed since Guy lad sat in the easy, Chintz-lined :hairâ€"eight long days; and in the ifternoon of the eighth, Mildred came in at the gate, and slowly walked ilong the hall. into which she used .0 run eight days ago. She had been to the church to fractice, and she had played and lung tne music and the hymn which ihe had played and sung that afterâ€" ioon when Guy had fallen asleep in Lhe church. A perfect picture she made as she paused beside the autumn roses. A rery flower among flowers she looked, the fairest of them all. The girl turned away from the reseâ€"tree and was entering the Cottage, but, at that moment there came the sound of hor- se's hoofs on the gravel of the lane, and, turning, she saw a stalwart figâ€" ure, riding a great, powerful horse, coming toward the cottage. Was he going to stop, or would he merely bow and ride on? She knew, in that moment of intense longing, what it was that had filled her moâ€" notonous life with a vague sense of gladnessâ€"of sweet, melancholy plea- sureâ€"of infinite, dream-like longings. She had been looking for thesecond visit of this young squire with the crisp, golden hair, and the frank, boyish smile. Would he ride past? Suddenly, as she asked herself the question, Guy caught sight of her. A pleased light shone in his blue eyes, and he sent Hotspur forward with a spring, scattering the gravel in all directions. “Good-afternoon, good-afternoon," he cried, dropping from his horse, and standing bareâ€"headed before her. “What a, beautiful afternoon!” She murmured something, and Guy, who was waiting to see her put out her hand, at last put out his. With a little twitch of the scarlet lips, she put her little hand into his great brown one, and felt a thrill run through her, as his strong fingers closed over her soft ones, and he held them prisoners. “You see." he said, still holding her hand, “I have kept my word, and very soon put yours to the test. Will you give me a cup of tea?. Ah, here's the dome. Well, dame?” “What, Master Guy!” was the glad exclamation. "Is it you? Oh, bring him in." “Horse and all?” laughed Mildred, her soft eyes beaming, her cheeks blushing like roses. "Oh, that. great, ugly Hotspur," said the dame. “Tie him to the gate.” “Where he Can kick all the passers- by," said Guy. “No, he shall go in the paddock; it will not be the first time," and he led the horse away. When he came back Mildred had flown. “Where’s Miss Thorpe?” he asked. “Only gone to her room, poor child!" “What’s the matter? Why is she ‘poor child?’ " asked (luy, smiling. “Why. don't you see how pale she be?" said the dame. “Not. at all like herself. she haven't been for this â€"oh. this week past." “Pale!” said Guy. incredulously, and looked up significantly as the door opened and Mildred entered. a beautiful color on her sweet face, her eyes shining. her lips eloquently curv- ed in a smile of serene happiness. The dame stared. Half an hour ago the girl had been sitting in the arm-chair, looking “like as if she were going into a decline." the dame had said and now: "Heart alive!" exclaimed the dame ga7ing at her admiringly. “What a girl it is! Why and where have you gotten those roses in your cheeks?" Mildred started. and looked shyly from one to the other, and the roses grew to peonics. "t‘ome. dame. don‘t be personal,” said tiny, banteringly. “You'll be complimenting me directly on my al- tered appearance." “Ab, and so 1 will," said the dame. "Why, bless Lle boy! if he 0000006 .0 0000 boot 9 “’0... M o. u to‘oogoooo... 9.....00.00.00.00.00‘00 u." ’i’ "‘ ... a? 0’. 0‘. .2. By the Author of"... :8. '7; “ A Glpsy’l Daughter,” 3 o... 0:) if “ Another Finn's Wife." 0;. ' o " A Heart's Bitterness." ,f. . o" o 0 .20, Etc" Etc. ‘3‘ g! . <, 0.0 0 0:0 0:0 0:6 4:0 0:. 9:0 0:002. at. 021 {a 0:. 0:“:5 0:. ‘z; 0:0 0:0 {tenth} 00 Day after (lily gently into her chair again. ‘Thorpe is bored to death. isn't l‘t'tl now. llave you been doing anything wrong, you two? You look as if you were waiting for a whipâ€" ping, thaf. you do." CHAPTER XX Hi. There was a profound silance for some moments after the dame's re- mark, and two beautiful roses set- tled on the cheeks of Mildred, while Guy stirred his tea as if he meant to scratch a hole in his cup. Then the dame, all unconscious of the conâ€" fusion she had occasioned, began to chatter and ask questions, and Guy Was Compelled. as usual, to give an exact account of the health of the folks at the llall, and of every little meat which had happened there since his last visit to the cottage. "And the old cat's dead. and that's all. Quite enough too, (lame. Miss Let us talk of something else." “Very well, my dear," laughed the dame; “I'm going to clear the things away; you and Miss Mildred can then talk about what you like." “Let me help you, dame,’ said the‘ girl, rising, but the (lame pushed hex" "Sit still, my dear: he‘ll be 0le Keep him till I come back." With a little laugh and a heightenâ€" ed Color, Mildred arose, and taking up her work. went and sat beside the open door, but she did not offer to talk. Guy leaned back and watched‘ her. his head resting on his hand, his thoughts roaming here and there, aimlessly, a feeling of repose. very novel and grateful, stealing over him. “Not tired of your seclusion yet. Miss Mildred, he asked. "Not in the very quite content." “Quite content!" He nodded nn’l Sighed- “"hat’s a great thing to say. But you look it; you look quite happy.” “I am very happy, in a low voice. “Yes, you look it," he said, thoughtfully, lmconsciously gazing at her sweet face, with its soft, reposeâ€" ful lips and downcast eyes. “You look as if the world, with all its fal- sities and disappointments, were a sealed book to you; as if life had been one umtroubled day, neither too bright nor too cloudy, butâ€"â€"â€"” He paused suddenly, for at his words the color left her cheeks, and she raised her eyes with a. troubled look. “Oh, you are wrong, quite wrong,” she said, in a startled voice. “Life has been very hard and sad for me till now; perhaps that is why I am 5'.) content. Not too brightâ€"ah, no, it has not been too brightâ€"but cloudet ." “You will forgive me,” he said “but sometimes, when I am thinking of you"â€"she colored faintly and low- cred her head at those wordsâ€"“I have an idea that you have travelled a great deal." She looked up with a hesitaling glance, and then went on with her work. "Yes," she said reluctantly, “l have travelled a great deal.” “I thought so," he gently respond- least. I am n she assented ed. "Why?" “I scarcely know. For one thing, because I sometimes fancied I de- tected a little foreign accent in your voiceâ€"something American." Once again she glanced at him with the halfâ€"troubled, half fearful look,l as if wondering if he suspected anyâ€" thing she would not have him know. “I have been in America," she slowly said. ' “I thought so." said Guy frankly. “How strange! You know, of course, that I have not long returned from there?" “Yes. I know," she assented. "It would be singular if I had met you there," he said, as if communâ€" ing with himself. "Were you ever in San Francisco?" A shade of white passed over her face. and she looked at him with a strangely searching glance. llcr fin- gers paused in their task, and she answered him in a low tone: “Yes, 1 have been in San Francisâ€" C0." "When?" demanded Guy, eagerly. she hesitated, and then reluctantly answered: "In July." “July!” he repeated after her. With a tone of pleased surprise: "Why 1 was there in July. Do you know. the first time I saw you I had an idea that I hah seen you before. I fancied at first you were like my cousin Constance. Is it possible that we could have met in San Francis- co?" “No, no.’ she answered, hastily.‘ "I don’t think we had ever met be fore the other day, and it must be that I am like some one you .‘iave scen: though," she added, with a. smile, "I do not think it can be Missl Hartleigh. because they say she if; so I beautiful." “No more," answered Guy. hastin and with some vehemence. and then n colored and went on, blunderingly, “hers is a different style of beauty from yours." She stopped him laugh. “I am unused to such compliments" with a merry I’rcacherâ€"‘ Well, Tommy, how (lid your papa like my day?” 'l‘onm1yâ€"l“ine. He said she said; “to any indeed, so I do not know what; to say. Of course I am very much obliged. Mr. llartâ€" high," and she laughed again in a. manner which indicated that she (lid' not set much store by what he had said. "That’s right," he said, cheerfully. "I wanted to hear you laugh. And if you are so much obliged you can show it by singing something for me, will you?" “I don't think you deserve it,” she said, still smiling. She arose, nevertheless, and went to the piano. Guy leaned his head against the doorâ€"post and watched her, as her white, slender fingers glided over the keys, and .the exquisite voice rose softly into song. “She is not only beautiful," he thought: "she is lovelyâ€"lovany beautiful. What a hard world it is. But what can I do for her? says. Ab!” and he sighed, “if she were only suffering from some wrong, and wanted someone to right herâ€"to de‘end and protect her, there would 70 some comfort in thatâ€"for me. I could do something then. But to be her friend only till seine one with a better title comes to take her away â€"she’s very beautiful, and some one is sure to Come sooner or later. Sou curate, orâ€"orâ€"confound him! whoâ€" ever he may be." lle broke off, and. too disturbed by the idea of a possible lover for Miss Thorpe, he arose and went to the piano. She was playing softly, a sort of running accompaniment to her thoughts it seemed to him, and did not hear him approach. Guy stood looking at her, his hand so near her that it almost touched her arm, a strange. wistful, troubled feeling possessing him. He was to marryâ€"if he kept his promiseâ€"to marry Constance. And he had been willing to marry Constanceâ€"had givâ€" en her his love; but she had coldly thrust it aside. I]er coldness had made him miserable, the air of mysâ€" tery and reserve had chilled him and saddened him; and now, at the critiâ€" cal moment, he meets this beautiful creature, a. faint; shadow of Conâ€" stance. with all the tenderness and meek maidenliiness which to him Cou- stance lacked. Was‘he fickle? He could scarcely accuse himself of that. For one thing, he was not in love with this swcct young creature yet. Ile liked her. in a friendly way, and she ex- erted a soothing, over him, but he was quite sure that he did not love her. He thought of Constance as he looked at her, and he sighed. She had not known he was so near, and, looking start, was in time to see the troublâ€" el, perplexed look in his handsome face. Her voice faltercd, and her fingers strayed on the keys. "I am tiringr you.” she said, and her hands dropped into her lap. “Don't talk like that," he said. “I know of r.) one who can compare with you ” lle stopped in confusion and she looked up at him with a frightened flush. ly and looked down. As she (lid so her brooch a little silver birdâ€"fell from her throat to the floor. She bent, and put out her hand to recov- er it, and in doing so touched his. face, as he stooped also. The blood flew to both their facos as she drew her hand back; but when he looked up her face was pale. Ile looked at the brooch for a mo- ment, and then held it out to her in his open palm; and as she touched it with the tips of the soft white hand, his fingers closed on hers. With a sudden quiver she raised her eyes to hi<, a half frightened quesâ€" tioning in thwm. bolize word trcinlvlctl on (Eny's lip, ,1 world of passionate lounging shone in his e] cs“ then he remembered (‘onâ€" Slullt‘c .r..l his promise to Sir ltichâ€" artl. rzrl, as if with It sudden cllort, the let be:. draw her hand away, and with tightly Ctillipl'cr>cil lips he turn- 't‘(l urltli’. \‘iiih a long breath. either of rcli-n“ or regret. she let I‘er org-M‘s touch the keys. t1! gain time and composâ€" ure. \"hen she looked around afterward he always did like that sermon." Noth- ing. She is happy and content. she quieting influence‘ around with a little! Then she bent her head timidâ€"l RHEUMAfl nus. If Neglected They Will Grow Worse and Serious Trouble Will F01- lowâ€"RheumatiSIn Can be Per- manently Cured. From the Telegraph, Quebec. Rheumatism is one of the most; common and at the same time one of the most painful affections from which humanity suffer. It a'l'ects the joints and muscles. and is character- ized. even in its simplest form, by a. dull constant pain. While it. remains in the joints and muscles, it is sufâ€" ficiently painful and distressing. but as it is liable to attack the vital or- gans. such as the heart. the disease becomes a. source of danger, and in many instances it has proved fatal. Dr. Williams' l’ink Pills possess qualifies for the cure of this disease which are unequalled by any other medicine. Mr. Cyrus Lamond, a well known yesident of Stadacona, Qua, bears testimony to the wonderfui curative powers of these pills. To a renal-fer of the ’l‘elegraph. he gzw6 the following storyzâ€"“Until some three years ago I always en~ joyed the best of health, but about. that time I was attacked with what proved from the outset to be a se- ‘ ‘ __‘ vere case of rheumatism, from which I suffered great torture. I tried a. number of the supposed cures for this sermon yester- Guy was gone. and a minute later she . heard the sound of his horse discasc‘ but none of them boner-“ed tearing up the lane. Then the music mg I Seemed to be Conqtanuy g.l.ow_ suddenly ceased. and her face went mg Worse so I cancd hi ,1 pthicim, down and “its hidden in 110“ handsl but as his treatment did not givd I Guy 1'0”? “kc a mill“ “00ml! from me relief, I sought the assistance of ,some terrible temptation, but the two other doctors but they also look in those soft, melting brown failed to hp”, me", MY appetite left . eves went with him and haunted him. me; my Suva“.th gradually ebbed That touch of her warm hand on his “way; ‘mm of Sly legs was drawn out, Cl‘CCkâ€"‘VlW had it 5011‘; “‘0 blOO‘l of shape, and I was never free from. surging through him and made his pain. I was in despair 01- evm. bemg I‘L‘m‘t '70?” 50 Wildly? COUld it be well again. when one (lav a relative prssible that he loved her? He had brought me a box of fin Williams; only'secn her twice or thriceâ€"knew Pink pins and I“.ng me to take notnu»: of her except that she Was them. He seemed to have such great loth to mention the past. And 0011- confidence in the pills that I deter- stanceluwhat was to be done about mined to follow his advice vpo_dav I her?. it was true that she showed am happy Hm, I did so. for with "the no Signs of accepting him if he proâ€" use of loss than a dozen boxes of Posed to he"? but Sm“, he had pron" these pills the pain from which I suf‘ mod, and the promise Was sacred to ferod so much is all gone, and I feel .Gu-V- . stronger and healthier than I did beâ€" : An'l that thought took him to the fore This I owe to Dr. Williams- one of love. Did he love Constance. Fink Pins, and I would Strongly or had the» sweetâ€"faced girl at the urge Similar “More”. to give them'a cottage won hls heart? Why, else, trial.” had he been on the point of telling her so. at that moment when he held her hand imprisoned in his? Well. then, he did love her. But what right had he to even think of her if he was pledged to another. He groaned and dug the spurs into Hotâ€" lspur's sides fill that noble beast Ireared and plunged forward in a mad gallon , I blood and nerves. These pills are As for Mm‘m‘l' She mum “0t 193“ sold by all dealers in medicine, or into the saddle and “do away 1‘0" can he had bv mail, postpaid. at 500 pt-rplexity and embarrassment, but a box, 0,. Si‘x boxes for $2.50. by She caught “1’ a White 5113‘“ and Said addressing the Dr. Williams Medicine she would go out for a walk. C0” Brockville' Ont. matter little to her which way she took, and it was not until she had â€"â€"‘-+â€"-_“ gone some distance that she realized PRIMITIVE FISHING. that she had turned toward Hartâ€" leig" Vi'lf‘rge'b C I, d How Fish Are Caught By The Na.- 0 C ommm ' tives of The Congo. Experience has proved Dr. Wil- liams' Pink Pills to be without an equal as a blood builder and nerve restorcr. It is this power of acting directly on the blood and nerves: that enables these pills to cure such dis- Cases as rheumatism, sciatica. neu- ralgia, locomotor ata'ia, paralysis, and all the ordinary diseases of the .+__â€"â€" SUNDAY CLOSING IN FRANCE. A very remarkable demonstration took place recently at Nimcs. About 1,100 shopkeepers' assistants and employcs marched the Lil'CCtS of the ancient city, bearing banners with the inscription, “Buy nothing on Sundays." Many of the shops- were closed, and those that won: opened 0d a “115050,, and is made of thin were respectfully summoned to fol- ‘ v.“ . 1 A f2, ‘ I .1 _ low the good example. Nearly all “VI”: 01 pa m' r 151‘ C3? 0‘1? y out of them gave a favorable response tm' “t as $00” “’5 ‘0 “es 0 go by putting up their shutters at once. Duhhe “Iris :1}? cxltvhpalrrédlfy Eh? It is notable that not a Single (115â€" ends 0f h" 5 “ps' “ 1“ L0 e o orderly incident occurred. The Sun- gem” Jus,‘ msme the biloml .0“. ' - , - . . trance. “hen the water is rlsmg .dav closmg moVement 1n FranCc has _ . .p ‘ . m h l Of‘hte undo enormous Strides and and falling fish can easdy bi. caug it . . - - ‘ this way. ' - 1 ivir 1 P'ers 1“ $50319“ nmy be SL0“ L L ‘ n ‘ Larger and longer funnels, known as “nswa,” are also used. They are made of broad strips of palm or of branches of other trees, and are found very effective in rapidly flow- ing rivers. First, the river is dain- med, and then a. number of openings are made in it, behind which the "nswas" are placed. Through the force of the current the fish are driv- en into the openings, and once there they cannot get out. Some of the fish caught in these funnels are of enormous size, fre- quently. indeed, so large that two boys find it no easy task to carry one of them home, 9â€"..â€" LADIES' IlA’l'S AND HEADACHE. I don't 'JellCVC in feeding tramps at A medicakman recently published a. the door, said Mrs. West. You feed letter in which he stated that he had tthem once. and thcv are sure to bkcn Cilllt‘d in by several married icome back, we”, {don't know 1 ladies who said they suffered from a. lam-“vs give them inc-Mi when “my peculiarly irritable kind of headache ‘COlllU. to my door, and I can't say I “'lliCh ll‘d‘l recently begun 10 tl‘OllblO ever knew a tramp to come a second tllClll- The llUSbfil'flS of “curly 11“ 0‘ time. Oh, well, Mrs. Yeast, you them told him privately that they linako your own bread, do you not ? had never found their wives so disa .This was all that, was said, and yet agreeably snappishâ€"anything seemed iMrs Yeast went down the street like to annoy them, especially when they la straw hat on a windy day. had their hats on. When the corre« t spondent in question asked to see I ! Primitive methods of catching fish are in vogue among the natives of the Congo. Sometimes they poison the 'ater and occasionally fish with a book and line, but their favorite instruments of destruction are fun- ne.s, shaped somewhat like ordinary eel pots, from which no fish, having once entered, can escape. A small funnel of this kind is Call- ,_â€" HORSES OF THE WORLD. There are in the whole world about 75,000,000 horses and 11,000,000 mules and asses. They are distrib- uted as follows: Europe, 30,400,000 horses. 3,200 mules. etc; America, 122,800,000 horses, 4,700,000 mules, let/6.; Asia, 0,100,000 horses. 1,- 300,000 mules, etc. ; Africa. 1,000,- 000 horses, 1,900,000 mules, etc.; Australia, 2,300,000 horses. In the lUnited States there were, January ‘1, 1000, 13,500,000 horses and :2,â€" '000,000 mules and asses. these hats he found them very much alikeâ€"large structures of straw, with. masses of flowers and ribbons tower- ing high into the air. The weight in itself was too heavy for the deliâ€"v cat') cranium of a woman, but worst of all was the anxiety the lady mule fi't'l in keeping such a thing poised on her head. LONDON LANG UAG I? FAD. Language in a big city is constantâ€" ,ly changing, says a writer in a proâ€" :minent ].ondon Journal, and the ‘s:l;-.i\.;: of the streets of yesterday of- )ten becomes th} polite conversation :of next year. Years ago the eliminaâ€" lfion of the final “g” was considered Ellie prerogative of the uneducated. ‘l{0(‘<?flll}'. “ll-15 U‘lS “'l‘ltf'l'. this 0113- France has the quickest train in. |tum has let-n MING-Vbl by 1110 Upper Europe. between Paris and Arms. {Chis-WE uli’l “CCI'UNCd it Sign Of Sued 110.1.- miles in 2 hours, 10 minutes- 'hi-eeclirrr and refinement. 55 miles an hour.