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“I have a relativeâ€"a young and beau- tiful girlâ€"whom I wish toplace in your asylum under your charge. She is hope- lessly insane, though of the mild order, and may require your constant care for long years. Guard her well~let no hu- man eye from the outside world rest up- on her face. and you shall name your own price. That, is my errand, doctor; now I ask if I can bring-her to youâ€"re- member, I will pay handsomely for se- curing your aervxces for her under your own roof.” Again a. diabolical plot entered the brain of Evelyn St. Claire. She crept to her couch and threw herself upon it. dressed as _she was. muptering: “I must snatch a. few hours’ sleep to give me the nmve to carry out the scheme of vengeance . have mapped out. I must ye up with the sun to put. it in execu- 1011." Again she hailed the first \coupe when she had turned the corner. and'gave the directions where to drive in a. cool. steady voice. An hour or more of sharp driv- ing brought her to a low, irregular stone building, almost hidden by tall poplar tree} on the oqtskirjgs o_f_the pity. She was up with the sun the next morn- ingik and arrayed herself for an early wa . Few knew of the existence of this strange abode so near the throbbing heart of the great city. No one ever heard the muffled moans and cries that never pene- trated the thick walls that entombed many a human being, yet it was a. pri- va_te asylum for the insane. It was a strange yet a. true fact, that no poor victim who had ever crossed its dark. mysterious portals came forth alive to {fill its horrible secrets to the outer wor . “Thankm” replied Evelyn, emboldened by the stresn'he laid upon the last three words, and the peculiar knowing nod that accompanied them. “I may as well come to the point at once," she said, flushing oonstraipqdly. “Wait for me here,” said Evelyn, alight- ing from the vehicle and turning to- ward the stone house. “I may be gone bu}: a. f_ew minutejsâ€"«gr a_n hour. pprhpps.” _7 VSVhéV grlrancieisr Vliesitatingly} at $th héay- 11y curtained windows with something like ajeeliqg of awq. The keen-eyed French doctor was eyeirfi his early morning caller sharply from beneath his shaggy brows; noting the he- Eitating manner and the flush that stole into her blonde face under his penetrat- ing gaze, mentally concluding that his etvlish visitor had sought him upon some ve_ry delicate mission. Evelyn set her lips tightly together, boldly ascended the broad steps. and gave the hell a sharp, ingpergxtive pull. A moment, later the door was opened by a short. wiry, black-bearded man, who eyed her with keen suspicion as he brgsqqelxjnguired her business. "I should like to see the doctor who keeps this place," returned Evelyn, with equal stiffness. “My business is of the utmost importance. Tell Dr. Ladeau I must see him without delay." "I repeat that my business is of the utmost importance,” exclaimed Evelyn. impatiently. “I must see the doctor with- out_ delag.” "I have come upon an embarrassing errand, doctor." she said; “but I think, of all persons in this city, you can best help me, and I am willing to pay hand- aolqely for it.‘j “Please consider me entirely at your service, madam,” he said. in a smooth voice; “rest, assured I shall do all in my pon-fl‘ t9 a‘tszsistnyouhin~ any way}; Evelyh 'toyed ~nervously with the dia- mond bracelets on her wrists a moment, the]: _proceeded‘he§itatingly. “I am Dr. Ladeau, madam,” he replied, bidding her enter, and throwing open a. door to the righrtâ€"oflice and library com- binedâ€"bowing her in, and placing a chair for her. “How can I serve you, my dear lady?" For a. single instant their eyes met. “I wonder if I can trust, him?” thought Miss St. Claire;‘ “he certainly looks like a. man who can be approached by gold’e mggic 7 influence." Fbr an instant Evelyn was at a. loss how to prqceed. “Certainly? responded the French doc- tor; ‘.‘pray,do so by all means, I am all attention." The-doctor bowed low, his face beam- ing with smiles. lt'u th- CLEANEST. SIMPLEST, and BEST HOME DYE. one can buquhy you don't even hnve to know what KIND of Cloth your Goods are made of.--So Miltnkel Ire Impouible. Send {or Free Color Card, Story Booklet. and Booklet giving results of Dyeing over other mlofl. ‘bn freshly boiled water --- let stand â€" for _five minutes-«and you will have the most delicious cup of tea you ever tasted. ’ Put “SALADA” TEA in “I shall be only too pleased to be of HAS THE FLAVOR! THE FRAGRANCE! THE DELICIOUSNESS 056 that makes Ceylon Tea the beverage of delight. In sealed lead packages ONLY. BLACK. GREEN or MIXED Th» 30HNSONâ€"RXCHAéDséN (20.. lehed, Monucnl. Cunadu. For Wcal or for W06; Make The Teapot Test CHAPTER XXVI.~(Gont’d) CHAPTER XXVII. Or. A Dark assistance to you, dear madam." murmur- ed the doctor blandly. "Bring the young lady here, by all means, during the course of the afternoon. and here she shall rest secpre until you‘deslre her release.” “Miss Remington,â€"I shall do myself the honor of calling upon you this evening, if agreeable. Trusting you are fully re- covered from your recent shock in the park, I remain, yours with respect, “PERCY GRANVILLE." Evelyn St. Claire could have struck Little Gay down, she was so bitterly angry at the happy light that flooded the girl’s face. She knew quite as well as if she had read Gay’s letter that Percy Grfimville had made an appointment to ca . Edelyrnrtfi'rew her arms hbout her, and quickly drew her into the vehicle, and tilpkdoor closed after her with a sharp cm . The doctor soon after bowed his visi- tor out of the office, and watched the coupe roll away, with a crafty smile play- ing_ about: the portlqu pinkie beardgd lips}. "I wonder who she is, he ruminated, closing his fingers tightly over the roll of bills she placed in his hand. “I shouldn't. wonder if I had stumbled across a veri- table gold mine this time. I have my doubts as to whether the girl she intends bringing here is insane or not, but. of course, that's none of my afl’air. Here the girl shall stay, insane or not, as long 1as her friends are able to pay handsomely or it.”. n One glance at? its contentsâ€"Va, fégv brieif' linesâ€"and her lovely rose-bud face flushed a _burning red.” The headache Gay had complained of seemed to leave her as if by magic. and her lovely dark eyes shone bright as stars. “Some one whom you know, Evelyn, is to call upon me this evening," she said, hiding her blushing face among the roses in the silver vase beside her. “I do not. know whether I had better go to the matinee with you this afternoon or not. I really wish, Evelyn, that you would excuse me.” “I shall no nothing of the kind," laugh- ed Miss St. Claire. “It is a long time af- ter the matinee is over until evening. I shall not leave "you by yourself to indulge in day-dreams. You must come With me to see the ‘Mikado."’ Alas, it was an evil moment in which Gav laughingly consented, am length, and walked blindly into the pit that had been dgg >f0r_ her unwary feet. It had been with a. very guiltv face in- deed that Fanny, the maid, had met, her young mistress that morning, and de- spite the money that nestled snugly in her bosom, and the promise that she had given the haughty heiressâ€"to keep her terrible secret, she could scarcely repreps the longing to fling herself down an; IM- tlngary’s (e913 andrconfess all. She Heard the order that she was to lay out Gay’s blue silk walkingdressâ€"forjhe was going to the matinee that, afternoon, with Miss St. Claireâ€"with a perceptible shudder.’ Gay had not mentioned to Mrs. Reming- ton that she intended going to the mat- inee, and when she went to kiss her good- bye, the grand old lady was taking her usual afternoon siesta, so she tiptoed noiselessly out; of the room again with- out waking her, and joined Evelyn, who was, yvaitiug hay in a coup? at film door: To Gay’s intense surprise, the curtains of heavy silken seal-brown were closely drawn, and a heavy odor of Marechal- Neil roses pervaded the coupeâ€"from the b0uquet_E_vayn carried. “I am so sorry,” returned Evelyn in a sympathetic voice. "Late hours and re- ceptions don't seem to agree with you. If you have no engagement for this af- ternoon to compel you to remain in doors. come to the matinee with me, and see the 'Mikado;’ it’s perfectly charming." “Perhaps I may,” returned Gay. indif- ferently, “though I don't care very much for theatrical performances." She longed with all her heart. to warn Gay to look out for the treacherou blonde. A wicked gleam" Evelyn St. Claire’s 2-059 1507 depart. As Evelyn ran hurriedly up the marble steps of the Remington mansion, she saw Gay standing pale and hollow-eyed at the paglor window. “I awaited breakfast to take it with you, Evelyn,” she said, advancing out in- to the corridor, to meet her treacherous friend. “I went to your room, and find- ing it empty surmised that you had gone 0141i 150 take an egrly_moxjnipg ramble. “I have a wretched headachg {his innrn- ing, Evelyn," she went on plaintively, raising her little hand to her throbbing temples. “I feel dazed, quite unlike my u‘sgal merry self.”r One, a square ‘cream envelope addressed simply to Miss Remington, No. â€"~« Gra- mercy Park, caught Evelyn’s eye as she stood beside her, and her face paled to a. dead white as she recognized Percy Gran- ville‘s dashing chirography. and this let- teg Gay_ took up first and broke the seal. The wary heiress, however, gave her no such opportunity; she never left Gay for aNsingh gnoment. al_one._ “We shall "have: a very cozy ride, my dear," said Evelyn, with a. shrill laugh thait. isouuded strangely opt of p_1ace. Evelyn exerted herself to chat so gayly that Gay never noticed how swiftly time was flying, or the long distance they were traversing, until the coupe came to a sudden halt. V“Here we are,” cried Evelyn, “come in with me." “I have a call 15 hmkeâ€"I 'knew you would not mind accompanying me, Gay, wg shall have plgmty _qf timp."_ Before Evelyn~ could reply, the footman brought in the morning mail, and laid rthpon the table. VTfiEi‘é \fii‘eVEfit-ibzen of letters or more for the banker, quite as many for his wife. and four for Gay. Temptation It ran was follows: of triumph shot into steel-blue eyes as she She slipped her arm through Gay’s, and drew her innocent victim up the stone steps and into the wide, dark hall, to the most. pibeoue fate a young girl ever met. A small, dark, wiry man had opened the door for them. Gay did not notice t_he peculiar look that. passed between the d the x them. Evelyn’s answer was cut short, by the most unearthly, horrible sound that ever fell upon mortal ears, a. series of blood- curdlingr shrieks and piercing cries that fairly oze the blood in Gay's veins. No wqg‘ds could portljay Vyhat thgy were like: "What a. strange place." said Gay. shud- deringly, as she followed Evelyn's ex- ample by seating herself; "what in the world can bring you here, I wonder. This room is so dark and grim I actually feel uncomfortable in it. You must not laugh at, me, Evelyn," she went on thoughtful- ly. “but it seems to recall all the shories I have ever read of haunted houses; these paneled walls, dark painted ceilings, and huge frowning book-cases. together with that dark-looking foreigner who admitted us, actually frighten me‘ Do tell me, Ezelyp. ‘what brings you hereP'f She sprung to her feet with a gasp of terror, and would have fled percipitately out of the room and out of the house. had not Evelyn clutched her firmly by the white arm, holding her back by main forge, with gleaming, griuugphant eyep. Evelyn passed into the omce or library, Ga};_following her. “Don't attempt to break away from here in such unpardonable haste." sneered Evelyn, contemptuously; “listen and I will tell you why we are here.” "1â€"1 am so afraid, Evelyn,” gasped Gay, piteously. “I pray you let us hasten away at once. I am faintâ€"those awful sounds. 011â€"" "Evelâ€"y'n," she whispered wildly, “,Iâ€"-Iâ€" oh. I see it all now; you have drugged the rpsegz I guy faintingâ€"dyjngâ€"Iâ€"" The pitéous’ enfreaty in fiery face wéuld have melted any heart to pity save that of her cruel rival and bitberest foe. The guilty heiresé haw that. the roses had done their workâ€"poor Gay was at. her mgcy. “Hereâ€"inhale the fragrant breath of these roses and it will revive you," inter- rupted Evelyn, catching up her bouquet, gtnd fairly burying Gay's white face in 1 . The bouquet contained something more than the fragrant, innocent breath of the roses, which Evelyn was pressing so steadily to her nostrils. "Take them away!” gasped Gay, tear- lnz frantically at the flowers with one hand, while with the other she grasped gropingly the back of an adjacent chair for_su_ppor_t. 7 Then the mask of‘ smiles she had as- sumed so well dropped from her‘revenge- ful face. and she turned upon Gay with the wickedest laugh that, ever was heard ripgling over her Acrimsonfllipg. “You are not going to die, Gaynel] Es- terbrook." she cried. “1, your rival, have planned a fate a thousand times worse than that for you. I may as well tell you the truth, girl.” she went on merci- lessly, retreating toward the door, back- ward, like a, writhing serpent. “I used a clever ruse to lure you here. This is a private asylum for the incurable insane; their friends keep the howling, frenzied creatures here until death relieves them of the task of maintaining them; and in these WallsL where no cry ever penetrates to the outer world, and amid these fright- ful wretches, you are to stay until you die. and the sooner you did the, better.” “Evelyn!” - The name fell from Gay's white lips in a. low, wailing cry of mortal terror. but Miss St. Claire never heeded and went on pitilesslyt Like thé Biiliip thrust of a dagger. every word hex- revengeful foe uttered fell upon hell:_b1eed_ing' hieart. A deadly whiteness sin‘eéd Ever poor Liitle Gay’s face, her limbs trembled. H Gay’s senses were fast becoming dazed, but through it all she could hear Evelyn St. Claire’s sneering. discordant laugh, and the beautiful luring blonde face seemed to whirl about her. “It was I who separated you from Percy Granville so effectually; I vowed that I would do it. and I have kept my vow of vengeance!" Who can portray the horror of the situa- tionâ€"the pitiful anguish of Little Gay as she realized the foul conspiracy closing in around her. "Now thaE all poséibility of love is re- moved from you forever, let. me tell you something else.” Evelyn St. Claire went, "fie FQnil Friend foi- 40 yeurs.“_ A never mung rclie (or Group and Whooping Cough. CHAPTER XXVIII. ~.vu-u.° «- -.. _...â€".....° _____ The cost of concrete is (Recreasing. So. from the standpoint of either ser- vice or economy, Concrete is the best building material. Canada's farmers are usmg more concrete, in proportion to their numbers, than the farmers of any other country. Why ? Because they are being supplied with Canada. Cement â€" BROAD statementâ€"Yet literally true. The aim of man from the beginning has been to make his building materials as nearly like nat- ural stone as possible. The great labor required to quarry stone led him to seek various manufactured substitutes. 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And while you have believed him false, he was cleverly trapped into the belief that you were deadâ€"how I manag- ed that little afi’air so adroitly, and with sup}; daring skill, you needynevyer knovg. “I knew Percy Granville was coming to call upon the young girl he had rescued in the park a few days previous, little dreaming it was you whom he believed resting in' your grave~think of the thril- ling denouement that would have follow- ed had I not spirited you away just in time to prevent fate from bringing you two face to face. I should have been un- masked, and you would have won from me the man I love. I leave “you now in your living tomb,” Miss St. Claire cried mockingly. “It is the maddest. folly, at- tempting to plead or pray to me,” she went on, as Gay sunk down on her knees holding out her white arms imploringly, and vainly endeavoring to utter one arti- cula’oe word, the agony of death on her lovely face. ' She was so young and fair, life and free- dom segmed so sweet to her. She had looked upon the beautiful, bright world outside for the last time. She was a prisoner in those grim wallsâ€"confined among maniacs, whose blood-eurdling cries would soon drive her mad, booâ€"even be- fore ahe could die and epd it all. Poor Little GaylA “Has the price of sirloin stead advanced since yesterday?” “No, ma’am.” “Dear me! How do you account for that T’ “This hap- pens ‘oo be the day for the advanceâ€" ment of porberhouse.” "It; was I who received the piteous let- ter you wrote to him to Redsbone Hall, {ind it was then that I conceived the dar- lue‘ plot; of separating you two foreverâ€" by fair means or foulâ€"for he loved you. gir1~do you hear me? be fairly idolized You, and that .is the reason I have blighted youxj life. With a horrible laugh, Evelyn turned from her hapless victim, gathered up her silken train in her jeweled hands, and swept swiftly from the room: and, unable to cry out, stir hand or foot, or utter 'Emy moan. 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