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O l’lllllll OR. THE HOUSE OF THE ‘ , SILENT SORROW. Rupert’s Bug; . l l l l l l I l l CHAPTER IX.--(Cont’d.) There were two' other people standing by the table. one a girl with a handsome, intellectual face full of passion but ill repressed; thel other a big fair man known to the! village as “Mr. Charles.” As a matter of fact, his name was Regâ€" inald Henson, and he was distantly related to Mrs. Henson, the strange Chatelaine of the House of the Silent Sorrow. He was smilâ€" ing blandly now at Enid Henson, the wonderfully beautiful girl with the defiant shining eyes. “We may be seated now that maâ€" dam has arrivec,” Henson said. He spoke with a certain mocking humility and a queer wry smile on his broad, loose mouth that filled Enid with a speechless fury. The girl was hot-bloodcdâ€"a good hater and a; good friend. And the master passion of her life was hatred of Reginald Henson. “Madam has had rest?” Henson suggested. Hon our anxious curiosity.” Again Enid raged, but Margaret Henson might have been of stone for all the notice she took. The meal proceeded in silence save for an oily sarcasm from Hen- son. In the dense stillness the ocâ€" casional howl of a dog could be heard. A slight flush of annoyance crossed Henson’s broad face. “Some day I shall poison all those hounds,” he said. . Enid looked up at him swiftly. “If all the hounds round Longâ€" dean were poisoned or shot it would be a good place to live in,” she said. Henson smiled caressingly, like Petruchio might have done in his milder moments. I “My dear Enid you misjudgel me,” he said. “But I shall get justice some day.” ' Enid replied that hoped so. The meal came to an end at lenght and Mrs. Henson rose suddenly. She bowed as if to some imaginary perâ€" sonage and moved with dignity toâ€" wards the door. Reginald Henson stood aside and opened it for her, the younger woman following. Henson’s face change-d instantly, as if a mask had fallen from his smug features. He became alert and vigorous. The blue eyes were cold and cruel, there was a- hungry look about the loose mouth. “Take a bottle of claret and the cigars into the small library, Wil~ hams,” he said. “And open the window, the dust stifles me.” The dignified butler bowed reâ€"I spectfully, but his thoughts were by no means pleasant as he hastened to obey. fluid was loitering in thei hall Williams passed with theI tray. * "Small study and the window/I open, miss,” he whispered. l “There’s some game on. i a refreshing “Parâ€" l I I And him I so anxious to know how Miss Chrisâ€" tina is. Says she ought to call him in professionally.” “All right. Williams,” Enid reâ€" plied. “My sister is worse toâ€"night. And unless she gets better I shall insist upon her seeing a doctor. And I am obliged for the hint about Mr. Henson. The little study com- mands the staircase leading to my sister’s bedroom.” “And the open window commands the garden,” Williams said. “Yes, yes. Now go. You are a real friend, Williams, and I will never forget your goodness. Run alongâ€"d can actually feel that man coming.” As a matter of fact, Henson was approaching noiselessly. I his great bulk he had the clean,! dainty step of a cat. Henson was always listrning. He liked to find other people out, though as yet he had not been found out himself. Ho stood before the world as :1 social missioncr; he made speeches at Tel - ligious gatherings and affected the women to tears. Ho was known to! devote a. considerable fortune to do-- , ing good: he had been asked to, stand for I’arliauu-nt. where his real I ambition lay. (iilcad Gates had alâ€" ‘ ludcd to Reginald Henson as his rightâ€"hand man. , lie cri’pt along to the studigl x I Shiloh; 6min uuiz‘kly Mons coufihs. cures co 5‘s. heal; flan throat nndlunél - - - .dfi cents. I l :go through them toâ€"morrow l” Wilâ€" llcspitc .» ' Come. m I . I where the lamps were lighted and} the silver claret-jug set out. Ilei carefully dusted a big armchair and began to smoke, having first carefully extinguished the lamps and seen that the window leading to the garden was wide open. Henâ€" son watching for something. In 3 his feline nature he had the full gift of feline patience. To rve his I own ends he would have sat there. watchingr all night if necessary. He heard an occasional whimper, a, howl iron] one of the dogs; he heard Enid’s voice singing in the drawingâ€" room. In the midst of the drawingâ€"room Margaret Henson sat still as a staâ€" tue. The distant, weary expression never left her eyes for a moment. As the stable clock, the only one going on the premises, struck ten, Enid crossed over from the piano to her aunt’s side. “Aunt,” she whispered; “dear, I have had a message l” “Message of woe and desolation,” Margaret Henson cried. “Tribulaâ€" tion and sorrow on this wretched house. For seven long years the hand of the Lord has lain heavily upon us.” Enid's eyes flashed. “That Scoundrel has been hing you again,” she said. “Two- thousand pounds,” came the mechanical reply, “to c dow a bed in some hospital. And t mm is no escape, no hope unless we drag the shameful secret from him. Bit by bit. and drop by drop, and then I shall die and you and Christina will be penniless.” “I daresay Chris and myself will survive that,” Enid said, cheerâ€" fully. “But we have. a plan, dear aunt; we have thought it out carcâ€" I fully. Reginald Henson has hidden the secret somewhere and we are going to find it.” Margaret Henson nodded and mumbled; Enid turned away almost despairingly. At the same time the stable clock struck the half-hour afâ€" ter ten. Williams slipped in with a tray of glasses, noiselessly. On the tray lay a small pile of trades men’s books. The top one was of dull red with no lettering upon it at all. - “The lmusekeepcr’s respectful compliments, miss, and would you se rob- liams said. He tapped the top book significantly. “Tomorrow is theI last day of the month.” Enid picked up the book with strange eagerness. There were pages of figures and cabalistic enâ€" tries that no ordinary person could make anything of. here and there were signed and dccoratel with pink receipt stamps. Enid glanced down the last column, I and I her face grew a little paler. “Aunt,” she whispered, “I’ve got to go out. At once; do you under stand ‘3 There is a message here, and I am afraid that something dreadful has happened. Can you sing‘l” “Ah, yes; a song of lamentatiozi ma dirge for the dead.” “No, no, seven years ago you had a lovely voice. I recollect what a pleasure it was to me as a child. Aunt, 1 must go out; and that man must know nothing about it. He 1s by the window in the small library . now , w atchin gwwatching. He 1;) me, for the love of Heaven, iicip‘ me.” . g The girl spoke with n fcrvcncy and ‘ passion that seemed to awaken aI responsive chord in Margaret ch- I son’s breast. “You are a dear girl,” she said, I dreamily; “yes,‘a dear girl. And, J loved singing; it was a great grief " to me that they would not let me go upon the stage. But I haven’t, sung sinceisince that-~-” i She pointed to the huddled heap of china and glass and dried, dusty I flowers in one corner. “lint you must try,’ she whis« pcrcd. “It is for the good of the l'mnily. for the recovery of the sec» rot. llxginald Henson is sly and cruel and (clove r. But we have one, ) on our side now who is far more: clever. And, unless I can get away tonight u itho'ut that man knowing, the chance may be lost for ever. I‘) i . . - . l Margaret coimucnccd to sing in: a soft minor. ‘in the direction of the drive. 'faint click of her lips. are you here l” 'as few words as possible. ,felt ashamed of anything in my life. lWe have got Mr. David Steel into ‘tircly into our confidence. 'hlniel. if 'wc had only left out that ‘little sentiment lguess. Now then,” whispered Enâ€" id. Enid crept away into the hall, closing the door softly behind her. She made her way noiselessly from the house and across the lawn. As Henson slipped through the open window into the garden Enid dartâ€" ed behind a bush. She could see the red glow of the cigar between his lips. He was pacing down the garden The cigar seemed to dance like a mock.- ing sprite, into the bushes. Usual~ ly the man avoided those bushes. If Reginald Henson was afraid of one thing it was of the dogs. And in return they hated him as he hated them. Cuid’s mind was made up If the sound of that disiant voice should only cease for a moment 'she was quite. sure Henson would turn back. But he could hear .5, and she knew that she was safe. Enid slipped past- into the bushes and gave a Something moved and whincd, and two dark objects bounded towards her. She caught them together by their co‘i~ lars. Then she led the way back so as to get on Henson’s tracks. He was walking on ahead of. her now. “Hold him, Dan," she whispered “Watch, Prancc; watch my.” There was a low growl as the. hounds found the scent and dashed forward. Henson came up all '3iill.’l- ing and sweating in every pore. It was not the first time he had been held up by the dogs, and he thew by hard experience what to expect if he made a bolt 101' it. Two grim muzzles were pressed against his trembling knees; he saw Jfour rows of ivory flashing in the dim light. Then the dogs crouched at his feet, watching him with eyes of red and lurid as the point of Iiis own cigar. Had he attempted to move, had he tried coercion, they Would have fallen upon him and torn him in pieces. “Confusion to the creatures l” ~1c cried, passionately. “And here I‘ll have to stay till Williams locks up the stables. \Vouldn’t that little Jezebel laugh at me if she could see me now? She would enjoy it bet ter than singing songs in the draw- ing~room to our sainted Margaret. Steady, you brutes! I didn’t move.” ' He stood there Afrigidly. almost afraid to take the'. cigar from his lips, whilst Enid sped without fur ther need for caution down the drive. The lodgcgates were closed and the deaf porter’s house in darkâ€" ness, so that Enid could unlock the wicket without fear of detection. She rattled the key on the barsand a figure slipped out of the dark- ness. “Good heavens, Ruth, is it really you l” Enid cried. “Really me, Enid. I came over on my bicycle. I am supposed to be round at some friend’s house in Brunswick Square, and one of the servants is sitting up for me. Is Reginald safe? He hasn’t yet dis- covered the secret of the tradesâ€" men’s book?” “That’s all right, dear. But why “Well, I will try to tell you so in I never frightful trouble. He is going to be charged with attempted murder and robbery.” “Ruth 1’ ’ - "It was the night when we well, you know the night. It was after Mr. Steel returned home from his visit to 219 Brunswick Square ~~~~~ ” “You mean 218. Ruth.” “It doesn’t matter, because he knows pretty well all about it by this time. It would have been far wiser to have taken Mr. Steel enâ€" Oh, oh, over the. cigar» case I” ’ “Dearest girl, tell me what you mean. Quiekl” “I can’t. quite make out how it happened, but that same case that W on..- -mm m...”â€" so much better than ordinary physics. gripe, purge or cause nausea, best of the NA-DRUvCO line. will mail them. Nation] Drug and Che w. .71, i... 9a,; , , mpany o ,r' .3». mica] Co ,r 1..., 2.. 5 tie and never lose their effectiveness. 25¢. a box. 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Then there was Christina’s friend, who disappeared entirely. And now we try further assistance in the. case of Mr. Steel, and he charge. Ruth explained how Steel had called Bell to his aid. “And Bell is coming here toâ€" night,” she said. “Here!” Enid cried. “To see l Aunt Margaret? Then he found out about you. At all hazards Mr. Bell must not come here-he must not. I would rather let everything go than that. I would rather see aunâ€" ltie dead and Reginald Henson mas- ter here. You mustâ€"” In the distance came the rattle of harness bells and the trot of a horse. “I’m afraid it’s too late,” Ruth Gates said, sadly. CHAPTER X. “Before we go any farther," Bell ysaid, after a long pause. “I should like to search the house from top to ‘ bottom.” “I am entirely in your hands,” David said. “When we have found the woman we shall have to nnd the man who is at the bottom of the plot. I mean the man who is not only thwarting the woman, but giving you a pretty severe lesson as to the ladvisability of minding your own ‘ business.” “Then you don’t think I am be- ing made the victim of a vile con~ spira’cy?” ' “Not by the woman, certainly. You are the victim of some fiendish counterplot by the man. By placâ€" ing you in dire peril he compels the woman to speak to save you, and thus to expose her hand.” “Then in that case I propose to sit tight,” David said, grimly. “I course. If my man dies I am in a tight place.” “And if he recovers your antagâ€" onist may be in a tighter,” Bell chuckled. “If we are going to make a search ' of the premises. the sooner we start the better,” said Steel. r .- urwmnmnw Due lat November, 1915 IV: rrmmmma’ 111m securirier and affer of a price to If you are ransidering an investment, serif: us far Donation Summons @nsensridn 26 KING 51’ EAST “You are to blur; till I icturu. You are to leave Henson to imang that 1 an: singing. 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Vlué Upstairs there was nothing be 'yond certain lumber. Down in thel lhousckceper’s room was a large, collection of dustv fill‘nittne, and. a number of pictures and engrav- ings. Bell began idly to turn the latter over. i “I am a maniac on the Subject [of old prints,” he explained. “I never see a pile without a wild longâ€" ing to examine them. And, by ljovc, there are some good things ihere. Unless 1am greatly mistaken lâ€"here, Steel, pull up the blinds! Good heavens, is it pdssi he?” “The Rembrandt,” he gasped. Look at it, man! “The {himsou Blind !’ ” “No getting away from the trim- lson blind," ‘l)avid murmured. “By Jmc, Bell. it is a magnificent piece of work. I’ve. a special fancy for Rembrandt engravings, but I never 'sawlonc, equal to that.” “And you never will,” Be“ re- “savc in one instance. The Ipicture itself was painted in Rem- brandt’s modest lodging ‘in the Keircrskrrmn Tavern after the forced sale of his paintings at that ,hostcl in the year 1658., that time Rembrandt was paint,tu poor, :as his recorded tavern Bills show. ‘The same hills also disclose the fact that ‘The Crimson Blind” was painâ€" ted for a private customer with a condition that the subject should be engraved as well. After one impression had been taken off the plate the picture was {betrayal by a careless servant. In a Sud-den fit of rage Rembrandt destwbd the plate, having, they sayzxon taken one impression from it.“ , “Then there is only no of these eng‘avings in the wor "i What a fin-J. i” “There is one other, as I know fito my cost,” Bell said, significantâ€" ‘ ly. “Until a few days ago I never entertained the idea that there were two. Ste-e1, you are the victim of a vile conspiracv but it is noâ€" ltliing to the conspiracy which has '( arkcncil my life. “Soom‘ r or later I always tell. that I should get to the bottom of the mystery. and now I am certain of it. And, strange as it may seem, I I \crily believe that you and I are hunting the same man down-tliat E the one man is at the bottom of the two cv‘ls. tut you shall hear my I story presently. What we have to Ilind out now is who was the last . tenant and who is the present own- .cr of the house, and ’l_m:idcntly learn who this lumber belongs to. Ah, this has been a great day for- me I" (I ' plied, (To be continued.) i M... .... ,.y.-_...~,_,_ a Trial» weaken only those who flee from them. a a. f:1 is? ounckly stops condhs. cur-ea colds. heal. the throat and Innis. - -- - 25 Cell“. ___.-_._.......w . m. m- x. MONTREAL.