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'The name “SALADA” on thé sealed lead pack- ages is your strongest guarantee “of all that is best and most fragrant in tea Two strong arms lifted the slight, tremb- ling form out of the seeming waters up to his throbbing breast. tightening their asp about her before he took the peri- s leap back into the water with his clinging burden. “Little Gay," he whispered hoaraely, resting his white handsome face tor one brief second again“ the girl's dusky cheekâ€"“I have come to save youâ€"because :--I love you. You are all the world to me. It you were to die my life would be wrecked, Yes, I‘lqve ypu, mule Gay.” Ha clasped the little white arms close around his neck, commanding her to cling to him and not to let go, for he was go- ingmtgfi‘reast the mad vggyes with her. , n,_nn F7‘Yes," she sobfiéd faintly. catching her breath with a shudder, her clasp tighter» inguround his‘ neck. "Mafiaa'arm ma Kauai; any?» he 7 9.3km pendefly. The next. instant he had plunged back into the 'roaring waves with his lovely, mrrifled burden, striking boldly and bravely out for the beacon lights that lined the shore. where a. van. throng had lathereq. 31f we gerish, fiéflperieh together, my darling.” e said solemnly. straining her to his heart. How the people anxiously watched the (M0 forms that were _strugglinz at. the wild mercy of i-he waves and the storm. which the fitin flashes of lightning re- vealed to their pgrglpedgyen. “Oh, God! would it. be life or death with them?” was the terrified cry that rose to every lip. Mothers knelt down in me pitiless norm and prayed for them. Strong men cried aloud. weeping as they had never wept in all their lives before. Young girls held their breath in piteons sue- pense. Should. she tell Hazel what he had said to her when they stood face to face with death together, and bhe cold. dark water edgying‘ agounq >t11‘emfl Should she tel] Hazel that he had whisc pared to her that he loved herâ€"yes, loved the little working-girl who earned her bread in his uncles millâ€"the mill that might qne glay beuhig own? It is hard to tell the sweet love-secrets of a girlish heart even to a sympatheLio tender-hearted sister like Hazel. Gay wanted sq much to tell her. but a. tender bajhfqlness gealed _her Ijgsy_1ipe_. VVVHandsornfilé fieficy Grénvillé hua been the hero whom she had always worshiped from Afar since, that she saw him, and could it really be possible that. he cared for her! The Passalo-mills would not be in a condiiton to resume work until the follow- ing Monday morning. Hazel was thank- ful to have that much time to devote to nursing her sister back to health and upngth. "Then it was not a dream, after all?" Gay whispered, in a. low. hushed voice. "I wally stood on the window-ledgeâ€"with the cold, dark water rising higher and amine: around me. and he came to my rescue- he saved me?” "Yes. Mr. Granville saved you," respond- ed Hazel. “0h. Gay, how grateful we must be to him through lifeâ€"good, xind noble Percy Granville. the true friend of £119 dppegldent vgqugingjirlaf': "Gai‘é'tafoéjw-hieh Eh?) hid quickly in ghe white, ruffled pillow, flushed burning They dared not. cheer the noble hero, or ltbol‘ any cry lest it might unnerve the brdve swimmer and cause him to drop his burden. One instant aft/er poor Gay had struck the water she had 101: all sense of her deadly peril. falling heavily back in his urge in a, deep sw_oo_n. “0h. Gay. my darling. I thought, you would never come to.” nabbed Hazel. sink- ing on her knees by the white couch, and tenderly ptroking the bxiown curly hung.” Gay was possessed of youth and won- Ierful viltality, and despite the shock and the chill. she was almost as well as ever when the sunlight crept into their little loom that afternoon. At that. moment the sound of carriage wheels was heard in the street below. naming to a full stop before their humble lodgings. A proud. imperious voice was heard inquiring for the two sisters; there was a small of s silken skirt. on the stair- snw. foilowod by a tap on the door. Five minutesâ€"tenâ€"that seemed almost an eternity to the breathless watchersâ€" passed. Now he was near enough to oajch the _ropg thatflwgs flppg out him: Strong hands pulled with a will. and amid rousing cheers. Percy Granville gained the shore, and laid his lovely. dripping burden in her joyful sisber’s Irma. The gun was shining brightly. in the small room the two sisters occupied. when Gay opened her dark, dazed eyes the next day. Hazel was standing over her wiph a 3mm, scag‘ed__face._ She seemed wo erfully ha DY. too, Hazel thought as s e watched er while one busied herself about. preparing their lrggak supper. If Gay had made a. confidante of her list/er, whispering to‘ her of the new sweet dream 0! love chit had crept so suddenly into her girlish heart, if ehe had but, told her. a terrible tragedy near :1, hand Would have 369!) averted. ‘ “How kind of Mr. Granville to send you Duo]: 3. Inperb bouquet," exclaimed Hazel, Idmirinlly; "white rose~buds and forget- neâ€"noyl: oh. aren’t _they trggrgm." _ 33ml in}; just about laying the snowy cloth. when a. loud knock upon the door startled both. “ii'iv'i. ‘o'xié of the mill-boys bearing a huge bougpet._ fizfidfifiifi‘ir Granville, with his compli- ments. to Miss Gay," he said. handing it ‘0 Hazel. . She wondered why Gay Mashed so. and wlgy her little hagda tremlglpd.‘ IS THE CHOICEST TBA GROWN ON THE ISLAND 0F GEYLON â€"clean, whole leavesâ€"with the delightful flavor of the fresh leaves brought to your table by the sealed lead packages. ’ v For Wcal or for Woc; Your Guai'antee of Goodness CHAPTER II.-Cont'd) Or, A Dark RLRQK. GREEN,OH MIXED f . From that moment the white rose-buds. iand golden-hearted forget-me-nots. that. had seemed to infold such sweet, messages in their fragrant petals, lost all charm [in the eyes of Litgle Gay, i A few 'moments later Evelyn St. Claire \took her leave. Gay watched the elegant. 1-sqpipage out of gight. _ Temptation Hazel answered the summons. blushing and courtesy'mg in confusion, as she saw that then vmxbor was Miss St. Claire. the heiressâ€"a. tall. handsome blondsâ€"who livgqm the great. qwue. houge on the my. “I have come to inquire about your sis- ter," she said in a. voice that, had a. haughty ring in it. “May I be permuted to some in?" "Certainly," replied Hazel, in embar- ramment; "Gay will be pleased that you have taken such a kindly interest in her recovery~she is feeling very well this afgerpoontthagk you." me wmuow; we turned and started slight- ly as her visitor entered, and in than mo- ment the eyes of these two girlsâ€"whose‘ paths were to cross so cruelly. and who weretto be such bitwr foes for love's sake â€"me . Evelyn St. Claire followed Hazel into the inner apartment. taking in every minute detail of thoae plainly tarnished rooms girlish fingers had so tastefully decorated. Gay sat i_n the sunslling _by The cold. steel-blue eyes of the haughty heiress gazed intently into the dark. vel~ vesy eyes of Little Gay, and the thought that. flashed through her mind as she clinched her jeweled hands tighter, was: “Heaven! this girl whom Percy Granville risked his life to save. is as gloriously beautiful as a dream." iniwgrliidvtkiifiifi Lye-{17 96 rueaflrly recov- ered, Missâ€"Miss Esterbrook," she said coldly, taking the seat that had been placed for her,:and shaking out her Violet silken skirts. “You have had quite a uagow gsan frog a terrjble mpg?” VAnd a jéélous pain, swift and sharp as deajh itself AshotAthArouzh her heart. "You must not. express your gratitude to Mr. Granville ‘in that, earnest way." she said quickly; "I am sure he would not, like it at all. He feels that one ought not to be praised for purely doing one’s dutyâ€"I advise you not. to annoy him with 511911 pmfnse thapks."_ “I requested him to do so." remarked Miss St. Claire, without a single quiver in her voice at the audacious falsehood she was telling; “you may thank me for them, Elgarâ€"Miss ESWIfbl‘OOk‘" “Why should I, an heiress. fear a. mis-_ erable little factory girl becauee she has a pretty face?” she cried aloud. “What madness to imagine ege’n she could ever be a, rival of mine! he would not- dare aspire to the love of Percy Granville, even though he did save her life. rIâ€"I hate her! I‘almoet wish she had died in the dark waters that night." CHAPTER III. “Yes, Mr. Granville saved my life,” re- sponded Gay, her crimson lips quivering, “and I shall be grateful to him as long as I live." _ 7 Evelyn St. Claire’s face darkened. then tugged a shade paler. ' Gay crimsoned painfully. Miss St. Claire noticed her heightened colorâ€"then her cold eyes fell on the superb bouquet Gay belt! in her hand. A' sudden suspicion shot through her heart. “Yes.” faltkred Gay, blushing still rfisiler, her pregty dark eyes drvoping s yfiy. "No doubt; she in his sweetheart," re- turned Haze]; “I have often seen them riding together. Did you notice the big git-wring diamond she wore? More than likely it's an engagement ring. She is an heiress, and lives in the his stone house on the hill. 0h. Gay, my darling, how I would like to see you dressed like that~you would look like a little queen,” 8113~ went_ on enthusiasgicaglly. Then she remembered that it was not right to put longing notions for silks, laces and jewels in the romantic head of Little Gay, for such luxuries were not for struggling factory girls. were they ever so lovely. The fair sunlit beauty of the day was lost upon Evelyn St. Clair as she bowled swiftly homeward in her natty, plush- lined basket. phaezon. She could see no- thingâ€"think of nothing but the dark, gimpled, sypsyish face of lovely Little ay. “Iâ€"Iâ€"hate her!" she cried. "Something tells me that. girl will come between me and my love,” she muttered hoamely. “If she does, let her beware, for as sum as fate Iâ€"Iâ€"would kill her!” The next moment, she laughed a wild" mirthleas laugh that startled the birds in the green_ leg§y_u‘ees _a.l}ove hgr head. "Mr. Granville sent you those?” she said intgrrogatiyqu. “She sent me those flowers, Haze ,” she said, calling her sister from the other room; “it was quite a mistake believing the}: wgreA tron; NILâ€"inn Gran,vi!le."7 A» week later, life had fallen into the same old rut again in the Passalc Cotton Mills. Hazel and Gay were once more at thgir 109mg in the weaving-room. There was, however. a great change In Gay Ester-brook. The beautiful little madcap of the mill was not so hojden- ish, so saucy. or so mirthful; and, as the hours of each day rolled on, her eyes, with a strange light. in their dark depths, would turn toward the counting-room door. More than once handsome Percy Gran- ville had walked home with Gay from the mill, and soon the forked tongue of scan- dabmon rs began to whisper lightly the name 0 Little Gay. “Of courae”â€"they said with B knowing nodâ€"“the girl ought w know better than to encourage his uttentiona"-â€"he was so Everything was progressi'ng just. as it was before the thrilling episode narrat- es in our previous- chapter had transpir- e . far ubova her socially, he had no thought 0! marriage; when it. came to choosing a wife, he would certainly never think of mating with a. factory girl though she were beautiful as an houri. One afternoon Miss St. Claire had met Hazel going home alone from the mill, and to her she repeated the story she herself had been the means of circulating â€"the story which she said the people were telling 9f Little Guy. ‘ "It is, unfortunate, a very natural thing of a free-and-easy young man like Mr. Granville to admire a pretty face.” Miss St. Claire went on glibly. “but for your sister's sake and your own, I advise you to remove her as quickly as you qan from his influence, lest her life be wrecked and her heart broken.” Poo; Hazel was horrifiedâ€"indignant â€" bowed down with the bitLerest shame. “I have no place to take her,” replied Hazel, weeping. “We could not make as much anywhere as we make at iecework .in the Passaic Mills; besides. have no money.” “11“ should furnish you with the money required, would you take her so far away that Mr. Granville would never hear of her more?" Miss St. Claire asked quickly. “Remember your sister’s future is at stake. In return for my kindness to her. I should exact a. solemn promise from you that. there should be non correspon- dence between them; they must be Bewar- ed as completelyâ€"forevenâ€"as though one of them were in the grave. Do you un- derstand?" “Yes,” murmured Hazel, faintly. "I would advise you to place her in a convent," continued Miss St. Claire; "even were be inclined to attempt to trace her he would never think of looking for her there; the young ladies placed in those institutions are strictly prohibited from writing to or receiving letters from any gentleman: r‘iiéizie’zhber, you must take her away from here suddenly, and without warning. "I Tm ercy Granvflle's betrothed bride,” she went on, “and for that reason I should be sorry to see harm befall your new sister through .hielé‘ , ,. . ,,_,A L-.. The terrible falsehood did not. burn her lips as she uttered it. What were a, few spoken words to the desperate, haughty heiress when love and happinesa were wggghegi in the bglance? . . __ . .. .. “A; IVVAbMV“ u. my ~w-...-- If this girl Hazel repeated them it. wQuld be easy enough to deny it; who would credit the assertions of a, working-girl against her wort}? _ “ab-(3;); 3;). 11'in hbuse to-morrow evening and I will give you what. money you will Empire for the journey," said Miss St. awe. "0h. Hazel!" she exclaimed breathless- lvt “there’s going to be a ball at the Highland House tonight, and I’m invit- ed. Don’t object. Hazel, dear. I have set my heart on goingâ€"yes, I must go; I have never been to a ball in all my life, you kiaow, and I am nearly seventeen years 0 ." so suddenly- that she .will not have time to acquaint Mr. Granville of her intended departure 01: her destination. Do you qpijp qndegqtapdi” aye askefi again. Poor Hazel was profuse in her tearful thanks, and Gay’s cruel enemy. who had so deliberately set. about. wrecking two lives and thrusting two hearts asunder, was glad to break away from Hazel’a thanks, she was blushipg B9 gigi}til_y._ People spoke harsh things of Little Gay. who was as tender as a white dove, and as guilelesa as one of the white angel: in heaven. Oh, how dared they do it! Yet Little Gay must. nei'er again come Fame with Miss St. Claire’s betrothed over. "YES; she would go bo-morrow night and accept. the money to take Gay away. She must do it fox; Gag-3‘s sak_e! She gained her lodgings, and had scarce. 1y laid aside her wraps before Gav burst into the room, her face all aglow with excitement. her pretty dimpled cheeks flushed, her red lips smiling and her splen- did rdush’y qygs ghining iike_s§ars.‘ Hazel gazed carefully into the beautiful. flushed, dimpled face. “Who invited you?" she asked uneasily. "Per-Mr. Granville,” replied Gay. blush- ing furiously as she corrected herself; “he's on the commit;ee. He’s to call for medut half-past. eight." _ ’ ‘T‘YESR sobbed' Hazél. cbvering 'her face with I}? 13299 " i ' u-r n____.:n.u.. LAA_I~L‘\4\‘ Her sister should not know her inten- tions until they were safe on some out‘ going train, speeding far away from the Passaic Cotton Mill, and from handsome Pegay Granyille «foreyer. â€"“"Y3h cunfiot ééf’rvsaid Hazel, slowly. stacking the pmwnz cyrly_ heg‘d‘. * Gay started back in bewildered dis- may; she could never remember a time in all her young life that her sedate sis- ter, who was more like a. mother to her. had deljbgrately refusgd her an‘ythlug.‘ " “But I have set. my heart on it. Hazel." she cried. "I want to go to a. real ball, see lights and music, and enjoy myself just for once in my life. as other girls of my age do. Oh! it would he like a glimpse of heaven to poor_littl§'me.” "Egg-£1, Qfikéd'hfi‘fi'hér ihu'r‘nble iodg- in_gs 1_ike o_ne .dazgd.“ I . .-....r..- -_ _. 7 V, The next moment two soft, white arms stole oareasingly and coaxiugly around Hazel’s neck, a soft glowing cheek was laid against. hers, and two irresistible. dark. velvety eyes were looking appeal- iugly into her-own. “No,” said Hazel. determinedly, harden- ing herself to the task; "you would be out of place. my darling, among those fine ladies, who are all so wealthy and so haughty in their satin: and jewels." Gay threw her head back with a merry rippling laugh, her_1_~oguleh.ey.esvganging. __,,"_- _..__ "I knew you would say that, Hazel. so look' here: I was telling one or the girls that I could not go, for I had nothing fit to wear; my old whim mull dress was too badly patched and darned, andâ€"wasn't she very, very good, Hazel?â€"â€"she was kind enough to loan me one she wore last summer. I brought it. home with me,’ and it’s a perfect, beauty. I tried it on, and it looks just lovely on me. and fits me perlectly‘by gakiyg if: inns. ‘littlg‘at the 32923;: Kid ‘Eatfi'éfin‘i' ii i; lime tiitiiér’lt the belt.” , Mu. J. PIERPONT MORGAN, The Great American Financier. And in a glow of triumph she new to the/(Ether end of the room, and in an other moment was standing before Hazel. laughingly shaking out the glowing folds of a rose-pink tarlatan drqsa. with stream- ingwpink satin Ijibbonm V 7 fl "wa you won't say.'no.’ you dear old Hazel?" she cried. laying her curly head coinineg on Kazan; kpge.__ But foi- once in her life'Ha‘zel was firm ~Litt1_e Gay‘iplegdinggflwere 9411 in vgin. "Write to Mr. Granvillera. short, polite note, and send it to him at. once, telling him you cannot. go, or I shall be obliged to call upon him with that verbal mes- sage/f she paid, At last the little tear-blotted note was written, and Hazel herself went to deliver it. leaving poor wretched Gay drowned in tears and sobbing as though her heart wag breaking, How cruel it was to be kept from the grand ballâ€"and a. ball was a. great event. in the life of Gay Esmrbrook. » (To be ogntinued.) “Yes, my Heaf, Hut since then any proposal that I have ever made she has soornfully rejected.” Different Now. “Father, did "mother accept you thgfirst time y_ou prqposed to he? '1” The average girl is mightv care- less to drop her hints carelessly. Did you ever get 50 cents a pound live weigh; for your cattle? Come and see Canada’s Best in Live Stock at the ' 3rd ANNUAL TORONTO __ “m STOCK snow Prize Lists, Entry Blanks, and other information from C. F. TOPPING. Secretary, UNION STOCK YARDS, P. 0. 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