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"I'm setting you a bad example. But there‘s always a skeleton at my Tea“ â€"â€"a rather common one nowadays: they call hlm Gout. And so you drove down? That must have been pleasant! It's a pretty countryâ€"so I'm told. I dan't see much of it from me train. But the Lakeâ€"ah, well, It's indescribable. Isn't 4;» A“-.. a“ run. fines. one is boung to call hlm Gout. And so you drove auwu. That must have been pleasant! It's a pretty countryâ€"so I'm told. I dldn't see much of It from the train. But the Lakeâ€"ah. well, It‘s lndescrlbable. isn't It? After all one sees, one is bound to admit that there is nothing to beat Eng- lish scenery: of course 1 Include Irish. We‘ve a strain of Irish blood in us. Mr. Howard. and I always stand up for the ould counthry. Things are looking up mere lately: we‘re beglnnlng to be ap- preciated. Give us a year or two. and we'll have all the world and his wife scamperlng over it. I've a little Irish scheme of my ownâ€"but I mustn't bore you the first night. Mr. Howard. if that wine ls too thinâ€"â€"-" - x“. A mm Young Man; a box at your )ruggist's. 173 H NaflondDrugandChemlml CmolCannds.umllcd. There aflord CHAPTER V I.â€"â€"-(Cont|nued ) . age the bodily V functions become sluggish, Na-Dru-Co Laxatives give gentle, timely and efi'ective aid, without discomfort or distreSS. I-unl \I'lcd mhnd some phrase which \\'hen through old h age the bodily ‘1 I‘, 1‘ I l pause to find Or, the Belle of the Season. moment UUIU LUHLL'uu n... .__e and his father, as if he sawâ€"what was" passing through Stafford's mind, went on quickly but smoothly: "Yes, I see. It is too fine and ornaâ€" mental. But I don't think you'll find that the people who'are coming here to- morrow will agree with you. I may not know much about art and taste, but I know my world. Staffordâ€"Mr. How- ardâ€"I’ll make a clean breast of it. I built this place with an object. My dear sir, you won't think me guilty of sticking it up to please Stafford here. I know his taste too well; something like mine. I expectâ€"a. cosy room with a clean cloth and It well-cooked chop and potato. I've cooked 'em myself before nowâ€"the former on a shovel’. the latter in an empty meat-tin. Of course I know that Stafford and you, Mr. Howard. have lived very different lives to mine. Of course. You have been accustomed to every refinement and a. great deal of luxury ever since you left the cradle. Quite right! I'm delighted that it should be so. Nothing is too good for Stafford hereâ€"and his chumâ€"nothing!" Stafford's handsome Tace flushed. “You've .been very generous to me. sir."'he said. in his brief rvvary. but with would concgal hi sir." he said. In ms one]; way. out wuu a glance at his father which expressed more than the words. Sir Stephen‘threw his head back and laughed. “That's all right. Stuf he said. "It's been a, pleasure to me. I Just wanted to see you happyâ€"‘see you' is rather inappropriate. though, isn‘t it, considering how very little I have seen you? But there were reasonsâ€"Vi'e'won‘t go into that. “’he’re was I?" “You Were telling us 'your reasons for building this place. sir." Howard re‘ minded him quietly. Sir Stephen shohtra glance at him, a cautious glance. “Was I? By George! then I am more communicative than usual. My friends in the City and elsewhere would tell you that I never give any reasons. But what 1 was saying was this: that I've learnt that the world likes tinsel and glitterâ€"just as the Sioux Indians are caught by. glass beads and lengths of Turkey red calico. And I give the world what it wants. See?" He laughed a laugh which was as cynical as How- ard's. “The world is not so much an oyster which you’ve got to open with a sword. as the old proverb has it. but a wild beast. Yes, a wild beast; and you've got to fight him at first. fight him tooth and claw. When you've beaten him. ah! then you've got to feed him.” “You have beaten your wild beast. SlrrStephen," remarked Howard. “\Vellâ€""es, more or less; anyhow. he seems ready to come to my hand for the tit-bits I can give him. The world likes to be feted. likes good dinners and high-class balls; but above all it likes to be amused. I’m going to give it what it wants." ThlS declaration coming from his father jarred upon Stafford. whose heart he had won. “\N'hy should you trouble. sir?” he said, quiethv. “I should have thought you would have been satisfied.” “Because I want something more from it: something in return." said Sir Stephen, with a smile. “Satisfied? No man is satisfied. .1’\'e an ambition yet ungratified. and I mean to gratify it. You think I'm \‘auntingt Mr. Howard?” “No. I think you are simply stating a fact." responded Howard. gravely, "1 thank you. sir," said Sir Stephen, as gravely. “I speak so confidently be- cause I see my way clear before me. I generally do. “'hen I don‘t. I back out and lie low.“ Stafford found this too painful. He rose to get a light and sauntered into the billiardâ€"room and tried the table. Sir Stephen looked after him musineg. and semed to forget Howard's presence; then suddenly his face flushed and his eyes shone with a curious mixture of pride and tenderness and the indomit- able resolution which had helped him to light his “wild beast." He leant for- ward and touched Howard's knee. "Don't you understand?" he said, ear~ nestly: and in a. low voice which the cliel; of the billiard balls prevented. Stafinrd from hearing. “It is for him. For my boy. Mr. Howard! It's for him that l have been working. am still work- ing. For myselfâ€"l am satisfiedâ€"as he said; but not for him. 1 want to see him still higher up the ladder than I have climbed. I have done fairly Well -â€"hea.ven and earth! if anyone had told me twenty years ago that I should be where and what I am to-dayâ€"well, I'd have sold my chances for a bottle of ale. You smile. Mr. Howard. it was any- thing but beer and skittles for me then. I want to leave my boy aâ€"title. Smile again. Mr. Howard; 1 don‘t mind." "I haven't a smile about me, sir, said H ow u nw He Tl‘ IIC fellow? PI 5 for what paused and rd again. ough 1've kc I“ u}: n‘e watche lack of apprgciqtion 1n part from led himâ€" ‘_ I have hy I've [old you. gcause you are we told you now. Isn't it a laudable Lay that he will \‘er high the rank lore such another â€"pride is too poor 1 for him!" but lean! 11d him ght as heard in no spied my )“vâ€" there is no obstacle in my way. 1 shall Win what I am fighting for. Though it will not be an easy fight. No, sir. But easy or difficult. I mean Winning." He rose aid stood erectâ€"2; striking figureâ€"looking 0\ er Howard's head with rm abstracted gaze; then suddenly his eyelids quivered. his face grew deathly pale, and his hand went to his heart. Howard sprang to his feet with an exclamation of alarm; hut Sir Ste- phen held up his hand warningly. mov- ed slowly to one of the tables. poured out a glass of liqueur and drank it. Then he turned to Howard. who stood watching him. uncertain what to do or say. and said. with an air of command. “Not a word. it is nothing." - Then he linked his arm in Howard' and led him into the billiard-room. “Table all right. Stafford?" “First-rate, sir," replied Stafford. “You and Mr. Howard play a hundred." "No, no." said Sir Stephen. "You and Howard. 1 should enjoy looking on." ard: “but! am afraid Stafford will scarcely share your ambition.” He was sorry he had spoken as he saw the change‘whlch his words had caused ln Sir Stephen. "\Vhat?" he said. almost fieljcely. "What?" he “Why do you sa: not be ambition laid his hand 0 gripping it fish to a. stern whis of anythingâ€"the tanglement?" mind I.‘ one. S respect one. Stafford is respect. In factâ€" There is no one, have known it. it“ Sir Stephen's stern. almost sa smoothed out by "Right.‘ there is 1) “'1n what will not b heart. uowaru sprang to his [CBC “IL” an exclamation of alarm; hut Sir Ste- phen held up his hand warnineg. movâ€" ed slowly to one of the tables. poured out a glass of liqueur and drank lt. Then he turned to Howard. who stood watching him. uncertain what to do or say. and said, with an air of command. "Not a word. it is nothing." . Then he linked his arm in Iloward' and led him into the billiard-room. “Table all right. Stafford?" "First-rate, sir," replied Stafford. “You and Mr. Howard play :1 hundred." “No, no." said Slr Stephen. “You and Howard. 1 should enjoy looking on.“ “We’ll have :1 pool," said Stafford, taking the balls from the cabinet. How- ard watched Sir Stephen as he played his first shot; his hand was perfectly steady, and he soon showed that he was a first-rate player. “That was a good shot," said Stafford, with a touch of pride in his value. “I don‘t know that I’ve Seen a better. You play a good game, sir.” Sir Stephen's face flushed at his son‘s praise, as a girl might have done: but he laughed it off. “Only so, so. Staff. I don‘t play half as good a game as you and Mr. Howard. How should 1?â€"â€"Mr. Howard, there is the spirit~stand. You’ll help yourself? Servants are a nuisance in a billiard- room." Not once for the rest of the evening did he ,show any signs of the weakness which had so startled Howard. and as they went up the stairs he told them a. story with admirable verve and with evident enjoyment, "Sorry our evening has come to an end." he said as they stood outside his door. It is the last we shall have to «nun: nu; :5 . . n n ‘ o h.‘ haln- Ilorsc Pulls Much Bciter If Close to the Load. It is a. great question among team-stars whether a, horse can pull better with short, traoels or long traces, that is, whether it, is better for the horse to ‘be close to the load or further away. Their general consensus of opinion is that, short. traces are better, and, as in most cases where there is great experi- ence, they are probably right. To understand the proposition it is well to remember that, it bakes a. great deal more energy to pull the load at moving than it does to pull it at. uniform speecl. Also it, takes a great deal more energy to pull the load at varying speed than at, uniâ€" form speed. This is easy to see when we remember that when a body is pulled along at; uniform speed on a level surface the only thing to be overcome by the tractive force is the friction at the axles. On the other hand, when the pace gets faster an acceleration is given itâ€"and there is only one thing that gives an acceleration, and that is force. Sir Stephen's face flushed at his son‘s praise, as a girl might have done: but he laughed it off. “Only so, so. Staff. I don‘t play half as good a game as you and Mr. Howard. How should 1?â€"â€"Mr. Howard, were is [he spirit~standA You’ll help yourself? Servants are a nuisance in a billiard- room." Unconsciously he openeri the door as he spoke, and Stafford said: “Is this your room, sir?" “Yes; walk in, my boy." replied Sir Stephen. Stafford walked in and stood stock- still with amazement. The room was as plainly furnished as a servant’sâ€"- more plainly, probably. than the ser- vants who were housed under his roof. Saving for a square of Carpet by the bed and dressing-table the floor was bare; the bed- was a common one of iron, narrow and without drapery, the furni- ture was of painted deal. The only pic- ture was a portrait of Stafford enlarged from a photograph, and 1t hung over the mantel-piece so that Sir Stephen could see it from the bed. Trust that man in nothing who has not, a conscience in every- thing.â€"â€"S‘oerne. It- is hope alone which purifies; to be without hope is to be without God in the worldâ€"F. D. Maurice. Feckless people are no use to themselves anJ no use to their neighbors.â€"~l.ord Strathclyde. It makes the mind very free when we give up wishing, and only think of hearing what is laid upon us and doing what, is given us to do.â€" Of course neither Stafford nor Howard made any remark. “Remember that portrait. Stafford?" asked Sir Stephen. with a smile. “I carry it about with me Wherever I go. Foolish and fond 01d father, eh. Mr. Howard? It‘s a good portrait. don't you think?” Stafford held out his hand. “Good-night, sir." he said in a very low voice. “Good-night, my boy! Sure you’ve trot everything you want? And you. Mr. Howard? Don't let me disturb you in the morning. I’ve got a, stupid habit of getting up earlyâ€"got it years ago, and it clings. like other habits. Hope you’ll sleep well." If you don't, change your rooms before the crowd comes. Goad- night." unha- L- “Did you see the room?" asked Staf- ford. huskily. when he and Howard had got into Stafford's. Howard nodded. "I feel as if 1 could pitch all this"â€" Staftord looked at the surrounding lux- uriesâ€"“out of the window! I don't un- derstand him. Great Heaven! he makes me feel the most selfish. pampered wretch on the face of the earth. He‘sâ€" he's " nu. ., “He is a man!" said Howard. with an earnestness which was strange in him. "You are right." said Stafford. “There never was such a father. And yetâ€"yet â€"I don‘t understand him. He is such a mixture. How such a man could talk as he did-no, I don‘t understand it." “I do." said Howard. But then Sir Stephen had given him the key to the enigma. . Only he who can appreciate blame will find praise useful.â€"Rus< kin. Our neylng throng es. ab] mountain Academy. The ve r5 nrezu N1 uh GRAINS OF GOLD. men's gm) relaxed. nst Savage express rut by a smile. he said. in a whispe obstacle in my way . am fighting for. ’] an easy fight. No. 'icult. I mean winnir aid stood erectâ€"a (ing over Howan ustracted gaze: then not iot 1! her My. ;pe1‘ 1 Howard. "Make your hat point. There is no ; singularly free in that *well. be Is rather cold. 3. I am sure. I should f there had been." grip relaxed. and the wage expression was r a smile. 1111 amt eis no d. almost fiercely. lat? Why should he He stopped and Howard's shoulder. and his voice sank “You don‘t know is no womanâ€"no en- ‘mg has come to an hey stood outside his st we shall have to But it can‘t. be help- t a. span, 0111‘ JOUI‘ ke feehng our W83 k. Were we Argus ,ch waken melody in mite silen . 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