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.VV ..vrrq~ nun, .“WA. “rug”. 'I‘hrewfiiim stebped forward, cap in hand, unwinding as be advanced the dark cloak from the Blender form. It never Occurred to either the profess'or or the students to question this man as to whence he came. 0: how or where he obtained the bodies which, in the great cause of science and humanity, they were obliged to procure as best. they could. ,They paid a good price when one was brg'l‘l‘ght them, and asked_ no questions. “Tfiis waif, 1.1717(7) ioned the pro PSSDI‘, au- ng'yed at the inoppqrtune jnterrupiign. An instant late'r the door opened to ad- mit the attendant, bearing a slender figure in his arms, around which was wgapped a long dark cloak. A dozen or more medical students were gathered ,around the dissecting-table, list- ening to the discourse of their professor upon 301118 difficult operation in the Hoi- ence.of surgery, when a peculiar double kn‘ock. sounded my the panel door. _v -u.... “u Avlleuxliu. a - ‘ The trees of the long avenue moaned and writhed as they drove swiftly along. presaging a coming storm; lightning flashed luridly through the dark heavens. mingled with the roar of thunder, and a. heavy s-t/orm set in ere they reached their destination. Night came on dark and starless, and as the last. stroke of the eleven o‘clock chimes died away in the distant belfries, a dark wagon drew up before the private entrance to the asylum, and the rigid form of. Little Gay, heavily shrouded in sable wggppings, was placed ip it. ‘ The man caught up the reins with a nervous hand, gave the horses a sharp cut with his whip, and the vehicle was soon whirling rapidly toward the heart ofmthe grea‘t, wi_cke_d city. The aifelldéut rhgd takéfi the stable-boy with him to hold the horse, but neither of thin: spoke dgrigg the longgdrive. f‘What. shall be done with the body. sir?" asked the attendant, pityingly putting back the matted hair from the marble- white face. Ladeau turned upon him fiercely. “What need to ask?” he demanded fierce- ly. “What's done with the bodies of all who die hereâ€"it’s to be field to those sharks that are always on the lookout for themâ€"the medical students; of course. Have the light wagon at the side entrance between eleven and twelve tonight. It may as well be delivered to-nigh't as any other time, I suppose," he went on moodily, as he strode to the door, flung it open, passed oqufiend bahged itfltor after him. “What a. lovely little creature the girl was, anyhow." thought the attendant, as he, too, turned away with a sigh. “It seems a pity that she couldn't have been laid away peaceably to rest with her little white hands crossed over her breast. Ugh! why, I believe I'm growing as faint-heart- ed as a woman. I’ve done plenty such jobs for old Ladeau before. but I never .have had such qualms of conscience over it. I suppose it’s because this one is ygnng_ and handsome.” Semi for Free éoior Cnrdjkory Booklet, Ind Booklet giving results of Dyeing over othcr colon. Tm JOHNSON-RICHARDSON CO.. lelted. Momma]. Canada. "lfhe days were rolling steadily - on, bungin the fatal 20:11.91 the month ne'ar- er and‘nearer; it wanted n‘ow bum a week to that eventful date. and this knowledge almogt crqzeq poqr Gay._ He drew a dark cloth over the rigid form to shut out the lovely face and atar~ has eyes from his gaze, and shudderingly tugpqd away. w- :7 It‘s the CLEANEST. SIMPLEST, and BEST HOME DYE, one an buquhy you don‘t even hnve to know what KIND of Cloth your Goods are m-dc ol.--So Mjstngeu nra Impouible. Death resulted instantaneously, he de- cided, turning away with a muttered curse. . "You iefimé ibiél’p ’fiiefifi’hhe’éa’idgin a strange. awful whisper; “answer metâ€"yea 02.3033. ' And before he could divine her inten- tions, Gay had seized from the coils of her hair a. long. thin, silver pin, and had buried it, to the hilt in her white breast. There was a hot spurt of crimson life- blood, a sobbing cry of “Percy! Percy! good-by!" then Gay fell face downward m 9 pool of blood at his feet. In an instant Dr. Ladeau was kneeling beside the prostrate figure and placed his hand over her hear-t; there was not. even the faiytest_sjgn_ 9f pulsaytipn. “She has; rkilifefi Hefséiwrfig'reflected. "I nfiaver dreamed she had nerve enough for t at.” He caught her up in his arms a._nd bore her into an adjoining room, hastlly call- ing one of his attendants. . flaiifig VilGFflaOVfiV-{l‘ivé‘I-lwé settle. he bro- oeeded to make a. hasty examination of the wound. ........... v- ..w. «up At last. in her frenzy, Gay flung herself at the asylum keeper’s feet one ay, cljy- 1ng out to him than; he must stop the m- tended marriage, which was to take place on the 20th. for Percy Granville could not marryâ€"he had a. living wifeâ€"she herself was his bride. "No, I will not help you.” retorted the doctor; “you are foolish to ask it.” "It was my last hone." said Gay. Dim“ ously, "and it. has failed me. You might have saved a. young life. but you refused; I could not live and know thart my dar- ling’had been won by anotherâ€"better death than that.” There was a hot. spurt blood, a sobbing cry of good-by!" then Gay fell in} 10901 erblood at his “Seé!” criedrthéidvorétgf: éfiiihg forward. "the girl has killed herself!" “I refuse to interfere in Miss St]. Claire’s private affairs," exclaimed the heartless, dark-browed doctor. impatiently. “I re- fuse to deliver your message; besides,” he answered, little caring whether his words would break a human heart or not, ‘:as to Mr. Granville’s being encumbered w1th a wife. the law would soon set him free from her, after it had once been proven she had been an inmate of an insane asylum. You will never be able to trouble the hapny pairâ€"~‘Who enters here leaves hope behin’d!’ ” Gay rose from her knees and stood be- !ore him, and there was something in that desperate. beautiful face that. made the my} trelrgble‘altqosfi in ggite} of lljmpelf. The sneerin lau h that followed this pibeous recite. m e the blood almost. freeze in her veins, and her heart cease heaping. , f N f K "I: m mt-.@fi 'Igf; Fochal or for WOC :1 CHAPTER XXIX.â€"(Cont’d) CHAPTER XXX. Or, A Dark Homethlng terrible had happened to Little' ' ‘Gay. my heart. told me go. Oh, just tbi'f‘ ‘ of it; while we were resting quietly M . , home, our tender little darling was {a ’ ' “011, my dear, my dear,” she cried, springing to meet her husband, and bury- ing her white face on his breast, "I knew gomething: terrib19_had happpgled to Ligtle A doctor was summoned in all haste, and the banker was telegraphed for; but by the time her husband reached Passaio, his wife was restored to very near her nature self. “There's blood streaming from a wound in her breast!” she shrieked. “Oh, God! some one has murdered Little Gay!” Evelyn St. Claire was quite frightened firmer worlyt 341w saw the strange turn a an}; were a'klfié. ‘T'But Gayâ€"Sher rcrafiire fiv’VTtil Virofiufl,“ .313de the poor lady, turning very white and singing jnto the nearest seat. “Indeed you are quite mistaken." said Evelyn smoothly, and with pretended sur- prise. “I cannot imagine what gave you that impression. I have not. seen Gay since I parted from her that afternoon at the opera; now that. I think of it,” she went on artfully, "I believe she did tell me of an engagement she had with a young gentleman to visit a flower show, 8131}. ‘she feared sheAivould be quite late.” Mrs. Remington fell back in the cush- ioned chair in the wildest of hysterics; her incoherent cries as she called upon the name of Little Gay arousing the whole hofisehold. “Here!” echoed Miss St. Claire, opening her china-blue eyes very wide, as thopgh she was greatly amazed at the ques’uon; “dear me, nowwhat in the world made you think she was here, Mrs. Remington? I have not seen her since I parted from her that afternoon at the opera matinee ~I took the five-twenty train for home. I sent you a note, you remember, explain- ing__thatNI wag called home suddenly.” She was not kept in suspense long; a. servant soon appeared with Mrs. Remmg- ton‘s card; and a moment later that lady was ushered into the sumptuous drawing- room. Evelyn greeted her warmly, declaring herself delighted at, this unexpected visit. adding in the same breath: “Why didn't you bring Gay with you?" “Gay,” repeated Mrs. Remington, in blank bewilderment; “why, she is here, is she not?" “Who can that be, I wonder," thought the heiress, peering out, curiously from behind the lace draperies of the drawingâ€" roorgg window; “and in all this storm, So, despite the terrible storm which still continued next day. the banker was obliged to take his wife to the depot. see- ing her depart on what he called ‘her “fool’s errand." It was aiifiéét noon when a close carri- age dashed up the avenue to Evelyn St. Claire's home. n “Pshaw! a. dream’s only a. dream, oom- mented the banker. “Go to Sleep and don"t let it trouble you. As to going to Pasaalc to-morrow, that would be the very height of absurdity; send a telegram, that W111 angwer the purpose quiteAas yve_ll_.” “It was a. warning,” declared his wife, emphatically, “and 1 shall go to Passaic on the first train to-mortow morning.” She shivered as she listened to the ter- rfflc warring of the storm outside, but she made up her mind that that sho‘uld not deter her. “It was about Little Gay,” she added. weeping hysterically. “She appeared be~ fore me as plainly as she ever did in her llfe. Her lovely face was white and wild. and'her golden hair fell in matted, wild disorder about it; there was a great wound in her white breast from which I could see the crimson blood oozing in great dmps; the lovely, dark eyes were turned imploringly toward me, and she held out her little white hands, sobbing in an awful voice: “I am going down to Passaio to bring Gay home with me to-morrow." she de- clared, emphatically. “You must not laugh at me and call it woman's non- sense. I tell you I am greatly distressed abgug Lit_tle Gay?» “I have had much a horrflfle dreanrâ€"a vision." she declared vehemently. in a tone that awed him into silence in épite of the angry reyfinder that was on his lips at being aroused at that, unseemly hour. “‘Cogne to me, I am in great dangerâ€" I am In sore distress.’ In an instant the banker's eyes were wide open, and he was reaching hurriedly for his revolver, taking it for granted. by his wife's cry of fright. and her attempts to speak, that there were certainly burg- larn in the room. ' "Little Gay is all right," he declared cheerily; “no doubt her time is spent in such a round of parties and balls that she has not. had time to drop you a. note; give the child her own swing, my dear- sh_e’s a}! rigllt, 9! course." _ Aliother week had rolled around, and there way no word 1'er Little Gay. One night the matter was brought to a. startling climax. In the dead hour of the night Mrs. Remington clutched her hus- baind’s arm with g tqrrihle pry. "It. isn't that,“ she gasped, catching at, his_ afm as} she diyined_ hiswtjlought. The storm outside had increased in fury -â€"lizhtqing flashed. and the mighty crash of theu‘r’oaring, deafening thunder shook ch? bgilding to‘ its very fpuqdatjon: The bankér laughed, as men always do. over what he considered his wife’s foolish notions. This second week of silence annoyed the banker quite a1; much as his wife, but, man-like, he was too stubborn to candidly admit it. / A..thr‘ill of horror tingled through the heart of each young student as he gazed. The fvmatn‘ had‘ brought ‘15th the most 1Iieisglfiful young girl they had ever be- e . ' How bright. and shining were the-soft rings of golden hair lying like drifts of gold on the marble-white brow; how long and curling the dark lashes against the white velvety cheek; how small and dainty the little white hands, clinched so tight- ly together over the still breast! How horrible that death should have chosen such a. beautiful victim! Before we describe to our readers the thrilling scene which followed we must take them back to the mansion home of the Remingtons, and relate the atrange evpgfts W‘hich‘ we‘re tyaqspi‘rinz thpre. After the first week had passed away and no letter had reached them from Gay, Mrs. Remington commenced growing un- easyâ€"even her dreams at night were troubled with vague apprehensions con- cerninzt Gay. 7 Â¥ "If I do not get: a. letter to-morrow. I aha-11 telegraph to Passaic to Gay to know the meaning of her silence," she declared afglength. As the attendant flung back the long, dark cloak, exposing the beautiful face to View, a vivid bolt. of lightning struck the angle of the building. crushing through the masonry of the stone wall, shivering to atoms the receptacle upon which the loygly 'youpg girl had been placed. But Mrs. VRe'mingtou Was (not thus ap- peased: Temptation Heaven. forbid that the body of such a lovely creature should be sacrificed upon thq altar of science! Aid in that, moment, over the roar and havoc of the maddened elements, there was a loud hoarse cry‘from the professor as he sprung toward the rigid form half bllrigd among_ thefiebris. 30.. 'Oh, just tbi resting quietly J ",u-W r Once he had said that she made a pretty picture standing among the roses with the sunlight drifting through the green branches upon her golden head. She liked to remember that. If she had but. known how wretchedly Percy Granville had passed those two weeks. she would not have wondered that he was so cold a lover. VPercy always came that wavy; she would go_ “191:8 gnd_ wartph. fqr _him. “I wish to goodness I had openly as- serted that. Gay had eloped with Harold Tremaine,” she thought, hérgmind recur- ring to the guests who had just left. "If it. were to be done over again I would tell them that. Harold is in Europe; no doubt. he will never come back here again; he would never know of it. But I must not allow my thoughts to dwell upon haras- sing subjects,” she thought, shaking back her blonde curls. “for Percy is coming this evening and he must find me an smiles, not frowns. He has beenhere only twice during the last fortnight,” she mur- mured, twisting the magnificent engage- ment-ring she wore thoughtfully about with her slender white fingers; "even my servants notice how cold sylover he is." fiThe rain was over at last. and the set- tigg sun pegped out: "Sl‘ie cahglit up her garden‘hat and strolled out oflthe house and into the garden tgward the qutern gate._ “Only five days now until my wedding- morn,” she murmured, with sparkling eyes and beating heart, as she entered her boudoir where Avice, her maid, was bending over a great box full of wedding finery; “only five days more and I will be Percy’s wife. Ah, if Percy were not so cold a lover!” she sighed wistfully. “Still I would rather be his wife, though he hated me, than be the bride of any other may thqugh he adored 1_ne_ tq distraction. She turned and ran liglltlfi'iuifirihe grand staircase, the mocking smile still on her crilpspn lips._ . “The foolel" muttered Evelyn St. Claire, contemptuously, as she watched their carriage from the porch until a bend in the road hid it from her sight. “Let them get their great detective to trail down the missing Gay: he will never find her; 1 have covered up every trace too carefully for that. I defy them to discover her within the walls of the 01d asylum. even if they were to search through it by chance. There’s so many secret vaults and paneled receSSes about the uncanny old place in which she' could be concealed until the storm blew over. But. pehaw! why should I allow myself to think over it, or let it worry me a single instant? That is the last place in the world they wgnld think_ of geamhjng for her.” Mr. Remington soothed her as best, he could, declaring that he would put. the cause in the hands of the best detectives in the city forthwith. and before twenty- four houns Gay’s mysteriousdisappear- 4113943 should be unraveled. ‘ That afternobn hé ’h’erl’d a long private conversation with Evelyn St. Claire in the libr_a_ry. " “Impossible!” cried Mr. Remington, frowning down 'the preposterous idea at once. She interrupted him with a. little laugh. "What one has done once, one does not find it so hard to repeat." she said im- pressively, "If you knew her history you rnust know when she left Passaic, she eloped with the handsome. discarded ne- phew of the old generalâ€"handsome. reck- less Harold Tremaine. He abandoned her; but if she were to see him again, the old love might reassert itself, and Woman-like. she would leave all to fly to the ends f the earth with her old lover. WhyJearc for a girl who could leave you no heart- lesely without one pang of regret?” She bade the bunker and his wife adieu with a very sympathetic (woe, trusting that they \vould soon find Gay through the aid of the great detective in whos_e hands they intended to place the myaum- ous nflair. “Of course If (10,1101; wish to insinuate anything,” she said, raising her pretty blonda face blushingly to the troubled face of the banker, “but it, really looks to me as 'flmggh G41 hag elop_ed."_ The banker was certainly astounded at. the construction the heiress, whom he had quite believed to be Little Gay's bosom friend. put upon. the mysterious disappear- ance. - He stared at the beauty aghast. “Great Heaven!” he thought, “how eager one woman appears to be' to spread a. scandalous report about. another at the least. opportiunjty.” some wretch'a power. andâ€"andâ€"oh, I fear they have murdered her.” Monreyr rhfldrékill 665i)th would work wgpders, he assured her. ~ He scouted the notion straightway; still the ev_i1 seed of distrust had punk deep into his heart, as Evelyn St. Claire knew it would. 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It means cement of the highest possible quality. 7 It means cement tested by experts whose authority is final at all our mills. It means cement acknowledged by engineers, architects and hundreds of thousands of farmers to fulfil every requirement Ical: scientifically made Portland cement. It means a cement that is absolutely reliable, whether used for a great bridge on for a concrete watering trough. "You can use Thor. h a Cmda Conant Denier in Your Nighborhood ‘ 1‘“: Addfuq fqrgpgn’ Immafian Burma Canada Cement In order to gain protection from bombs dropped frOm aeroplanes, the British have invented “armor- ed umbrellas” for. their warships, and they have been receiVed and tried out at Portsmouth. Unusual secrecy has been maintained in the fitting of a ship with the umbrellas. To each funnel, however, will be a, sort of umbrella, to prevent the bombs falling mm the uptakes of the furnaces and blowing up the Evelyh at; Cli’iré‘Etlifeé {t Zimé'EfiaQby stranger in illooncealed anger, drawmg he}: slqndgr foxyij up to its fullest _height_. Evelyn St. Claire’s white brow pucker- ed into an angry frown. "What do you mean?” she exclaimed haughtily. "I do not know you. If you attempt to enter this rate. I shall sum- mon my servants to throw you from the garden!" , {Lille man’s face darkened. :S'hin’ s boilers. One moment the man’b eyes rested on the haughty beauty carelessly enough then he sprung forward with {mistreth baggie, pry of joyugadldngjmm his 1mg. She had a dim Bonrsciéilsrnwésisrwsfiiei 3135 met a person with just such a face some- where before, but where or when. or who he. could possibly be, she could not 1111- agng. Evelyn minea’héiwhead away impatient- Iy; she did not fancy vanaeye-witnessmo her meeting with her Myer. - "Yoli !" he" cited.“ "Great’fieavenl can: it be possible the one hope'of my life is rea- lig‘edtâ€"thye 31m} across you my lasj?’_’_ - "You once knelt at m gleet and sued for a great favor, my lady. ‘ e replied harsh- ly. “You told me, if I would grant that for which tyou pleaded. my face would be eugraven orever upon your heart. You bewitched me, you charmed-lane with year fatally-beautiful face, and you won me over, even though my better judgment would have held me back. Look into my face and see if you do not know me!” he cried. and then pushed the hroad-bflmmed be} back j'xfomhis flushed, expited face.- Leisurely enough she strolled down the broad paved walk until she reached the high-arched gate. _ Some one was standing near byâ€"a man In dusty traveling clothes, leandng his el- bows on the picket-fence, evidently ad- miring the flowering shrubs and broad legves of the garden. EVBI'VIH‘VifiiBâ€"v he wag speaking reg'em- brance came back to Evelyn St. Claire like a shock of doom. . "Time Famil Friend ('01: 40 earn." A never falling relic for Group and hoopin: Cough. BRUCE'S NEW CENTURY SWEDE TURNIPâ€" The best shipping variety. as well as the best for cooking: handsome snipe, uniform growth. pur- ple top, % lb. 180, %lh. fine. 1 lb. 40c, pontpaid. â€"0ur handsomely illustrated 112-page Cata- lo ue of Vegetable, Farm and Flower Seeds. Plants. Bulbs. oultry Supplies. Garden Implements, etc, {or 1913. Send for it. LIQHNW A. 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