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if i A Smurgc of Daubt. “Where are you going, malmna?" asks Gretchen, entering her mother’s chamber, with a. delicious little pink rose flush upon her cheeks, born of her swift) run through the scented garden. Kitty by this time. having safely incarcerated Flora in her dres- sing room, has also joined her 1110â€" thew. “To see poor Kenneth Dugdule," returns Mrs. Tremaine. "I actually never heard of his arrival until this afternoon. As it appears he has been in one country now a. week. Such a, very long time to he in ig- norance; but your father is always most. careless. He must have known of it, and, I suppose, forgot as usâ€" ua.l.“ ' “You mean Maudie Dugdale’s bro- ther?" asks Gretchen,~â€""the poor man who broke his back out hunt- lng, or dislocated his spine. or did something horrible? You and Kitty, I remember, used to tell me of him last year." "He never would come here since his uncle's death, although that event made Laxtion Ila-ll his own. It seems sad that he should come here now for the first time, as master, onâ€" ly to die." K"WMMW++*W%W+MWMM “He may not die for years. says' Mrs. Tremaine, who is vainly strugâ€" gling with a refractory bracelet. "That old man in town with the one large toothâ€"that wonderful surgeon, you know, Sirâ€"â€"Sirâ€"â€"what was his name, Kitty? -â€"said he might live (or a long time. (I wonder they can't make proper Clasps nowadays! Thank you, dear.) 13th poor Kenneth was so wilful, gave himself up at once, Euld, because one doctor spoke un- lavorably of his case, could hardly be persuaded to see another. 01d Sirâ€"Sirâ€"told me all about it. What Was his name, Kitty?" "Sir Henry Pilaster." “Of course; of course. Plaister they call him in town,â€"so rude of them. He told me the poor boy was greatly changed.” “He must be,” says Kitty. “I met him wherever I went the season before last, and thought him the gay est fellow possible. He was a generâ€" 11 favorite all' round, it seemed to me; and now, we hear, he is silent, morbid, melancholy.” n “My dearest Gretchen," breaks in Mrs. Tremaine at this moment, “do run away and put on your things. It is quite half past. three, and you know how your father hates to have the horses kept waiting.” rolls along the dusty road, hearing Gretchen and her mother to Lnxton Hall the horses fling up their heads impatiently, as though in eager search of the cool wind that comes not, and throw up- wards littie passionate flecks of foam, that, lighting upon their backs gleam like snowflakes against, their glossy skins. The day is merry with the voices of many birds that send their sweet hymns of praise from wood and thicket. There is no less harmon- lous sound to mar their melody. A sense of peace and warmth has lul- led the world into a middth sleep. Below in the buy the ocean. vast, lllimitable, has also sunk to rest Not a breath, not a murmur. comes to disturb the serenity of its repose. Only from out the great gray rock, (.11th seem ever to keep eternal watch dash the seaâ€"birds Wildly from theii hidden nests in search of water prey Their snowy Wings expanded inM and glisten beneath the sun’s hot rays like silver lightning as they hover above the great deep and then drop into its bosom to disappear on- ly to rise again. ‘ I++m~t-wMM+~MMMJ¢MMMM+WMM~PW CHAPTER III. ling, Wavingpâ€"one grand mass of living foliage, tender groans and tawny browns and russet reds. While mmbet, with a. delicious little pink Elli“? “Him there anfi there' like a use flush upon her cheeks, born of am 5 r0“ 0 moonhghtv comes a i. _____ ~L “m PM,”an suspicion of the distant ocean. “Where are you going, malnma?" Iks Gretchen, entering her mother’s Gretchen and her mother have reached the gates of Lnxton. have entered. and are driving swiftly down the long dark avenue. On one side can be seen a small but perfect lake, on which swans lloat gracefully in and out, between the broad green leaves of the. water lilies Hint are hardly so fair as their own breasts. 0n the other side stretches a vast expanse of parks an upland. swel- If you could read a. few of the letters which come to these oflices from persons who have been freed from the miseries oi itching, bleeding, or protruding piles, you would soon realize the marvellous power of this won- derful preparation. Here are two sample letters which show the heartfelt gratitude of cured ones: Mr. John 'I‘uttle, expressman, 107 Stewart street, Kingston, 0nt., states: “Like most men who do much driving, sitting a great deal, and often exposed to dampness, I have been a. great sufferer from piles. As a. mutter of fact, I had piles for a. number of years. and tried nearly everything I could hear of in a. vain effort to get cured, but only succeeded when I used Dr. Chase's Ointmmit. The first application of this grand pro- paration brought me. relief from the dreadful itching, burning sensations, and less than two boxes made a perfect and permanent cure. I 11111 grateful for this freedom from suffering, and desire others to benefit by my experience with Dr. Chase's Ointment.” Mr. H. Kelly, Uobourg. Ont, states: "1 have used Dr. Chase's Ointment for itching piles, and can truth- fully say that it has entirer cured me. Only persons who have endured the torture of itching piles can have any idea. of whth I suffered. Dr. Chase's Ointment brought me prompt relief from the misery, and has made a. thorough cure. I am thankful for this remedy, because it has made life worth living. I cannot say en- ough in reeomuiendntion of Dr. Chase's Ointment. Dr. Chase’s Ointment has no worthy rival as a, cure for piles and itching skin diseases. It is pos- sessed of certain powers over these ailments which imitators are unable to reproduce. You can be absolutely Mr. John driving, sitti mutter 01' he to get; cured, paration brow perfect and p my exporienc Mr. H. Kelly. L fully say that it. ha any idea. of what I a. thorough cure. ough in recommend ough in recommendation of Dr. Chase's Ointment. Dr. Chase’s Ointment has no worthy rival as a cure for piles and itching skin diseases. It is pos- eessed of certain powers ovc-r these ailments which imitators are unable to reproduce. You can be absolutely sure of Dr. Chase's Ointment bringing relief and cure. It, is backed by the testimony of the best people in ‘11 parts of Canada. 60 cents a. box. At all dealers, or Edmnson, Bates and 00., Toronto. THE ERROR OF LADY BLUNDEN. 0R......... Who Found Quick Reiief and Lasting Cure in the Use of Dr. Chase's Ointment. nent cure 11 Dr. Ch Cobourg‘. The carriage sweeps round a soft- ened angle and draws up before the hall door. It is opened, and a, very gorgeous personage in irreproachable garments comes down the steps and tells Mrs. Tremaine that Mr. Dugâ€" dule is pretty well, and down stairs, but he is not in the habit of receivâ€" ing visitors. As he draws towards the close of this little speech, Mrs. Tremaineâ€" who, to judge by her expression, must be utterly unaware that any- one has been speakingâ€"takes Out a. card, scribbles -on it a word or two, and gives it to one of her men, who gives it to the other man, who gives it to somebody else inside the hall, who vanishes, returning presently to say that Mr. Dugdale will be very pleased to see them; whereupon Mrs. Tremaine descends from her carriage and Gretchen follows her, and they rustle through halls and corridors, across a. library, and past a heavy portiere, into a small room beyond, Where lies the hero of the hour. It is a. charming room, not large, but comfort itself. Everything is pale, or faintly tinted; there is scar- cely a pronounced color anywhere, unless, perhaps, in the huge bowls of sweetly-smelling flowers that lie ‘about in graceful disorder on all thel tables. Against the walls and on the brackets quaint pieces of china. frown, and simper, and courtesy, and make hideous grimaces. Upon the cabinets, and in them, old English punchâ€"bowls push themselves offiâ€" ciously before the notice of dainty Chelsea maidens, and cups innocent, of handles stand in rows. Wedgewood jugs and Worcei‘ter plates, and little bits of rarest Sev- res shine conspicuously everywhere. There are eight or nine fine pictures, â€"some by modern artists, â€" and a good deal of handsome carving. The Whole place seems full of sun- shine as through the open windows the soft breezes creep shyly in and out. It was Maud Dugdztle’s room in the old man's life, before she murâ€" ried and went to India, and even yet the charm of her presence seems to haunt it. The Windows, made in casement fashion, are thrown wide, so that the ivy and straggling roses that To prove to you that Dr. I! Ch'lse's Ointment; is a. certain I and absolute cure {or each and every form of itching, bleedingand protruding piles, the manufacturers have guaranteed it. See tes- timonials in the daily press and ask your neigtr bors what they think ofib. You can use it and get your money back if not cured. 60¢ a. box. at all dealers or EDMANBONJSATES Sc Co.,Toronto. Bra ghase’s QintMent cover the Walls outside are peeping in, forming a bower picturesque and perfumed. The fond little sunbeams. too, lest they should be forgotten have stolen in, and are [lacking all they touch with gold. Across the grass comes a tender murmurng as of doves from the wood beyond. It is one of those calm, sleepy days when "all the air a solemn stillness holds” and a sense of peace makes itself felt The “tender grace" of the hour, the care- less artistic beauty of the mom and all its surroundings, touch Gretchen, though vaguely, and then her eyes wander to the couch close to the window, upon which a young" man lies full length. As her glance meets his, a great As her glance meets his, a great and sudden pity fills her heart. He is u. very tall young; man, and, though somewhat slight, is finely formed. He is fair, with that rich, nut-brown hair through which soft threads of gold run generously; his face is not so much handsome as very beautiful. His eyes are large and of an intense blue,â€"eves that before misfortune clouded them, were friends to laughter, but are now sad with unutterable melancholy. When a mother puts a thing emphatically it is because she knows wflat she ls talking about. Mrs. J. F. Hart n Huntingdon, Qua, Myerâ€"3' I have us Ba‘Jy‘s Own Tab. A..- I. ..... l,“- nu-r - van!- and t 0.1m , Myurâ€" .uu-vâ€"vâ€" _._V, , {fits in our house for over 3 mar. 5nd I ca any that they are all that m claimed}; '7 them. A th1 I [Yivu'z‘gsâ€"fiVuâ€"clvlwoéaiéér BEBy‘s Owh T lots. 1 would not Without them." “ I have found ngy‘s Own Tablets feat medicine for children ofall ages," wr Mrs. H H. Fox, Orange Ridge. fan. "an I would not be Without them in the house. They {we truly a comfort to baby and moth- er's frnnd." Mrs. Ed. Jones. 55 Christie street. Ottawa. says:â€"" Have .used Baby's Own Tablets and find them Just the thxng for baby." His mouth beneath his light mus- tache is tender and mobile, but firm. Originally there must have been a. certain amount. of happy recklessness about the whole face that fascinated and contrasted pleasantly with its great gentleness. But the happiness and gayety and laughter have disap- peared, leaving only regret and pasâ€" sionate protest, and something that is almost despair in the blue eyes. He flushes painfully as Mrs. Troy maine enters the room, and, closing his left hand with some nervous force upon the arm of the couch, makes the customary effort to rise. It is only a. momentary effort. A1â€" most on the instant he remembers and sinks back again passive. But the remembrance and the futile at- tempt. are indescribany bitter. "Dear Kenneth, I knew you would see me," says Mrs. Tremaine, quickâ€" ly, with an unusual amount of kind- ness in her tone, going up to the couch and taking his hand in both hers. “It is more than good of you to come to me," says Dugdalc. raising himself on his elbow. “You must forgive me that I cannot rise to re- ceive you." As he speaks he smiles but it is a. smile that saddens one. Jven as their voices sound in each other’s ears both he and Mrs. Tre- maine remember the hour when last they met. They see the brilliant ball-room, the glowing flowers, the pretty faces, and all the piquante that had courted and petted and smiled their sweetest upon poor "beauty" Dugdale. Involuntarin Mrs. Tremaine stoops and presses her lips to his forehead. A sympathy almost motherly stirs her breast. Had he been in good‘ health, her greeting in all probabilâ€"‘ ity would have been cold, but now‘ in his affliction he seems very dear to her. ‘4 "Of course I would come to see you,” she says, gently, “and I have brought Gretchen with me. I suppose you and she hardly remember each other." She moves a little to one side. and Gretchen, coming nearer, lays her hand in his. “I recollect Mr. Dugdale," she says half to her mother, while smiling kindly upon Kenneth; “I seldom forâ€" get a face, and you are not so greatâ€" ly changed. But you were only a. ‘big boy then, and I was a little ichildi It is very long ago." “I don’t remember you,” Kenneth answers, reluctantly, shaking his head. “Your face is strange to me; and yetâ€"how could I have forgotten it? It does not say much for my memory, does it? Is your sister quite well?" » _- .. . n "Will it?” says Dugdale, in a peâ€" ‘culiar tone and with a slight con- :traction of the brows; then, as zthough ashamed of his curtness, he goes on quickly: “Perhaps so. At all events rather fancy the country 'just at this time, and the View from Ithe windows here is perfect. I like this room. It is sma..'-l, that is one comfort. When a fellow has knocked about a good deal in barracks he gets an affection for his walls and likes to have them Lear him. All the other rooms are so vast they make one almost lose sight of one's own identity. Though. perhaps,"â€" slowly and with a. sudden accesâ€" Ision of gloom,â€"â€"-“‘tl.ere might be 'worse faults than that," “There is one fault even in this your favorite room," saws Gretchen, hastily, anxious to turn his thoughts from theirriunhappy channel. “Kitty? Yes, thank you." “I am so very glad you have come doyn,” says Mrs. Tremaine. “I am sure the fresh country air will do you good." Mrs. Walter Brown. Milby. Que. I luvs never used guy ugodicm‘ Just The Thing fur Baby. A Strong sun-men. Strong Endomtion. A nausea-'- Comic". thank you." glad you have some am tau lg say up” A u‘vu «gm. -_ Tab etyth sausfactory menus); go every mother of young children M ill send us her name and address plain! written on in pastel card. we will send free of all charge a valuable little book on the care of infants and young children. Thla book ban been prepared by 1; physician who has made the ailments of little ones a life study. With the book we will sen'd a. free sample of Baby's Own Tabletsâ€"tho best medicine in the world for the minor ailments of infants and children. Mention the name of this. paper and address The Dr. \Villiemn‘ methane 00., Brockville. Ont. A “ 8 found Baby’s Own fifilet’s a great, be for my little ones," writes Mrs. James Cla. .60 Conwn street Montreal “and I think so much 0 them tlxat I would advise mothers to keep them in theJxouse all the time." “You have flowers, but no roses," says Gretchen, nodding her pretty head disdainfully at, all the china. bowls full of flowers that are sweet but illâ€"chosen: “and whut is a bunch of flowers without. a rose?" animation “A more mockery,“ replies he, catching her humor: “yes, of course you would notice that. But, you must pardon my want of taste. Re- member, I have no one to gather them for me.” "I shall do it at; this moment. I can see some tempting ones just, beâ€" low me,” says Gretchen, cruning her neck over the balcony‘ “May I?" “Oh! thank you." cxclaims the “Oh! thank you," cxclaims the young man, gratefully, a little color coming into his pale face. And then he watches her as she crosses the balcony and descends the steps, her long doveâ€"gray skirts trailing beâ€" hind her,â€"â€"Watches her musingly as she moves with unstudied grace from tree to tree, a. fairer flower herself than any she can gather,â€"a. veri- table symphony in‘ gruy,â€"While Mrs. Tremaine talks on, and succeeds, as she always does, in making herself intensely agreeable. Then v Grétchen returns with the roses, and, going up to him, puts them softly to his face. Mrs. Hunt. Dumfrics. N. B. says :â€"“ I n_glad 19 guy that} I‘lme used Baby‘s Own a A--.JA_ n “Are they not sweet?" she says; and he answers back again:â€" “They are indeed," gratitude in his face and voice. “They will die, darling. Ring for some Water and arrange them in one of those Wedgewood bowls," says Mrs. Tremaine. “If I may have them here beside me just as Miss Tremaine has brought them in, without water and without arrangement, I think I should prefer it,” says Dugâ€" dale: whereupon lretchen feeling pleased, she hardly knows why, brings them back to him and lays them on the small table near him. Then Mrs. Tremaine rises and tells him they must really go. “Must you?" says Dugdale, regretâ€" fully, and wonders vaguely how he could have felt so bored half an hour ago at. the more thought of having to entertain them. "Thank you a thousand times for coming,” he says, earnestly. “Do you know I never realized how lone- ;1y I was until you came?” “Then 1' am afraid we have done you more harm than good]! says Gretchen, mischievously glancing; at him over her mother’s shoulder, with a kind little smile. “Oh, no, you must not say that. On the contrary you have given me something pleas-ant to think of. I shall now live in the hope that you Will come again.” returns Dugdale, this time addressing Gretchen rather than her mother. “It is quite dreadful your being so much aloneâ€"so dishearteninrr," says Mrs. Tremaine, thoughtfully. “Well We must seeâ€"we must see; oh, yes, of course we shall come again, and very soon. Goodâ€"bye, my dear K011- neth; and pray do not keep those roses so close to you. Flowers are always unwholesomCâ€"so full of mid- gcs, and other unpleasant things.” closely. as go: and she the signs of around her, faintly, and "And that, is?” asks he, with some Feta to flower: Only. Sntlufact'ory Mal“. A Great Iv. and looking hack at ows upon him a. last smile and bow. after soli- that with " fan the mother of nine child ren." writes Mrs. John Hanlan, of Mackeysf Station}! Out, and havp had occasl n to use much medican for children. and n truthful} say 1 have never found anyt ing to eq BabyN Own Tablets. They are prom t In gheirnactiou and Just the thing for ittle Mra.Willian3 Fitzgibbon. Steenburfi. Ont. says :â€"" My httle baby six monthso d was, very sick. I gave him Bab ‘3 Own Tuhlms and was surprised to find t 0 change they made in him in a few hours. 1 him” always keep the Tablets in the home after this." H.213 little ones are troubled with 001mb, ration it is a dangerous trouble. MIL} 'ohn 4 ing. Sylvan Valley. Ont. says :â€"‘ " y has been badly troubled withl tion and l have never found nnyi ~ cum to equal Baby’s Own Tablets.1 " ey soon pnt baby all right." sunshine has gone with her. He sighs impatiently, and with a gesâ€" ture of distaste closes the book he had thought so interesting half an hour before and flings it from him. A gloomy expression falls into his eyes, and the old look of heavy dis- content settles round his lips; he raises his hand, and by chance it falls upon the roses at his side. His face softens. Lifting them. he se- parates them slowly and examines them one by one. WHERE PINGâ€"I’ONG BALLS ARE MADE. There is a factory at Brantham, near Mistley, Essex, England. where Work goes on night and day at a headlong pace, under conditions of secrecy that might well excite cur- iosity to the highest pitch. The fac- tory is the Xylonite Works, where the balls used in ping-pong and ten- nis are made. The works at Bran- tham practically make all the balls used in the game of the hour, at any rate so far as England is concerned, and some idea may be formed of the extent of the trade that has sudden- ly been created by the fact that six tons of balls are turned out every Week. It is computed that it takes nearly 300 ping-pong balls to Weigh a pound, so that the number requir- ed to form the weekly output is no less than 4,032,000. Another way 0: expressing the quantity required to meet the demand is that if the balls made in one week were strung toge- ther they would stretch almost from London to Brighton and back. The manufacture has come as a boon to Brantham where an army of workers is employed at good rates of pay. PEOPLE FEEL WEAK, EASILY TIRED OUT AND OUT OF SORTS. You Must Assist Nature in Over- Coming This Feeling Before the Hot Weather Months Arrive. It is important that you should be healthy in the spring. The hot sum- mer is coming on and you need strength, vigor and vitality to re- sist it. The feeling of Weakness, de~ pression and feebleness which you sufler from in spring is debilitating and dangerous. You have been in‘ doors a good deal through the win- ter months. haven’t taken the usual amount of exercise perhaps, your blood is sluggish and impure and you need a thorough renovation of the em tire system. In other words you need a. thorough course of Dr, Wil< liams Pink Pills. If you try them you will be surprised to note how vigorous you begin to feel. how the dull lassitude disappears. your step becomes elastic, the eye brightens and a feeling of new strength takes the place of all previous feelings. Thousands have proved the truth 0! those words and found renewed health‘ through the use of these pills in spring time. One of the many is Miss Cassie Way“. of Picton. 0nt.. who says:â€"-“A few years ago I was cured of a very severe and prolonged at;- tack of dyspepsia through the use of These pills are not a purgative medicine and do not Weaken as all purgutives do. They are tonic in {heir nature and strengthen from first dose to last, The}; are. the best medi- cine in the World for rheumatism, sciatica, nervous troubles. neuralgia, indigestion, anaemia, heart troubles, scrofuln and humors in the blood, ,etc‘ The genuine are sold only in boxes. the Wrapper around which bears the full hamo “Dr. Williams' Pink Pills for Pale People." Sold by all dealers in medicine or sent post paid at 50 cents a box or six boxc: for $2.50 by addressing 1110 Dr. Wil« Iiums Medicine Co., Brucln'illo, Ont. chum cold, hard and sir. It, i: at home! SPRING DEPRESSION. An Sxooflcach Huh". A (are fo'r Can-Ilsa“... board pped its nose, wmcn and resonant. "Yes, It, is so cold I left the surprI-lnkauulfl. r the main a'poor wmna and holding appealed to t T6 be Continued ar will make no mistake in Williams’ Pink Pills." pills are not a purgative and do not woakcn as all 3 do. They are tonic in uro :‘nd strengthen from first mos I had tried ime I h;ch used tl' .g as a. tonic and find them the best of for this purposc 1, run down at. thi: will make no mist You have been im 11 through the win- ln't taken the usual Lse perhaps, your kind impure and you ‘r BALLS ARE .11 one