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"What. 5 1n. Pottvin like satin army?" antl)‘ wéf' course aninger was answered in tho negative “Not. but, what Mr. mane! as particular as any army g I should be sorry to turn groomed 'orse for Mr. Smfi' rest. on. miss. He's as kind-h ter as a man could desire that's about the one thing wouldn't stand, 1311533." lng to ride into Bryudermero mus mum- lng. Potting’er? If so. I should be glad li’ you would Qake these notes to the linen draper's and the Chemist's, and bring me back the things I have written for." "Certainly. miss." said Pottinger; than he remembered Smflord's order, and look- ed anything but certain. “Woulld it do late in the morning. miss? I have to go somewhere first." _ . “Oh. yes.” she replied. “Where shall I put. the letters-in this wallet?" Pemlnger answered in the affirmative and thanked her, and she unfastened the wallet, talking to him as she did 50. "Is that, a. swelling on that near foreleg, Potâ€" tinger?" she said, suddenly. pointing to Adonis. ‘ H n _ . _ . g A»: In“. with Adonls. Pottiuger shined and regarded her with a. look of horror. and. of course, instant-1y knelt down to examine the suspected member. Long before he had come up again with a. breath of relief and a. smil- ing "No. miss. there is nothing the mat.- ter with it," she had looked into the wal- let and seen Stanford‘s letter. "Oh, I «bought, there was," she said. “Have you finished your horses?" "No. miss." he replied. "I have the master's hunter and the mare you ride in do yetjf _ ' I - ‘5 AL,. -Ank‘n She nodded and went out or me Stault‘. humming one of her songs. but she did not go vevy far. In five minutes she was back again. "Oh. Pottinger. don't trouble about those letters. I will ride into Brynder- mere myself " ‘ Pottinger was in the mare's stall. and Maude stormed h'un as he was coming for- "'Pottin'ger was in th‘ Maude stopped him as wagd. pv sayinng A "3"D‘3n'"c"cr33”ail€’; 1‘11 take the wallet: um '\\m1c\.. With Stafiord's letter amongst her own in her pocket. she went quickly, and yet without apparent hurry, m her own room, sept away her maid on an errand. and slipped the bolt, in the door. Rapldly she lit her silver spiritdamp and heated the water almost. to boiling-point. and held t-helenvelope of Stafi‘orda letter over it untll the 31113 was. meltgd and the flap _ _.4L LLA Inn.“- uuuu mu: 5 came open. .Thefiugh;tvc‘>3Â¥ oiit; the letter, and throwmg herself back in an easy- aka 1-. read it slowly, A mm mung Man; 3H1;p5s.;”n_6t.7 she said. to ride into Bryudgrgmrc‘ CHAPTER XXIV ‘plendid condition get.” she -B'-\id. I suppose you PURE but Mr. Stafford, miss, isn' as any army gent (-ougd ye RE CANE SUGM" Or, the Belle of the Season. c said. “Are you go- ndermem (his mom- ). I should be glad if [9 notes to the linen :mist‘s, and bring me ave written for." ‘ ADE FROM “a, 5-." , turn out badly Smfiord's eyes to kind-hearted a mas- lcsire m have. but min: Mr. Stafford flattered the letters from 1nd blood, St: the. pang to her fa tvh-rown 1 perb figu insLant 5 her and with it had give comamsed her face with I The strength o! as water where Though her nri {ender Stafford t. swaying tc covered as if to Le“ huse a, transient to tell herself that Stiifl‘ord's was 01in a. transient fancy for this girl. that it was a. mere flirtation. a vulgar liaison that she would teach him to forget. "He shall]. he shall!" she cried behind her hands. as if the words were wrung from her in her anguish of wounded pride and rejected: love. "I will teach him. There is no art that woman ever need that I will not useâ€"they say I an: beauti- ful: if I am. my beauty shall minister to him as no woman‘s beauty has ever min- istered before. Gold to all the rest of the world, I will be to him a. fire which shall warm his 'life and make it. a. heaven}. It is only because he saw her first: if he had seen merâ€" Oh. curse her. curse her! Last night, ‘while he was talking to me. even while he was kissing me, he was thinking of her. But she shall not have him! She has lost and I have wonâ€"and I will keen him!” She dashed her hand across her eyes, though there were no tears 'n them, and stood upright. holding herself teneefly as if she were battling for calm; then she replaced the poignant letter in its en- velope, and Went back to the stables. Again she met no one. for those who Were down were in at breakfast. ‘ ‘ '-â€"--‘ «av mint! auxin. Pot- down Were 11) m, mummy». “I have changed my mind again. Pot- tinger." she 6&ld; “and will be glad if you wiLl take the notes. please. See, have nut them back in the wallet" "Certaiully. mis‘." said Pmtinger. and he touched his forehead two or three times. and colored and smiled awkwardly and looked at her with a. new and vivid interest. One of the maids had run into the stable, during Maude‘s absence. and had told him the} newsrthat his master was engaged to M153 Maude Falconer; for the servants, who axe so quick to dis- cover all our little secrets; had already learnt. this open one, and the servants' hall was buzzing with it. That morning Ida. came downstairs singing. not loudlly, but in‘t‘he soft under- tone which a. girl uses when she is su- premely happy and she has hopes of see- ing the cause of her happiness very soon. i All through breakfast, while Mr. Heron read his letters. opening them and read- ing them stealthin as usual, her heart was singing its loves-song to her. and she was wondering whether she would meet Stafiord by the stream or among the hills. That she should meet him she felt, quite sure. for he had never failed to leave the gay party -ut the Villa to come over to her every day. Perhaps he had spoken to his father, and, in the wonderful way men have, had swept aside all the obstacles which stood against them union. He was so strong, so self-reliant». so masterfulâ€"though so gentle with her-7mm. suron no obstacles could stand agamst him. film was so ab- sorbed in her thoughts 111M: ‘she almost started when Jason appeared and, [look- ing from her to Mr. Heron. announced that MI. Wordley the family lawyer, was in the library. Mr. Heron flushed. and scrambled his letters and papers to- gether as he rose. "Won't Mr. Wordley come in and have some breakfagt?" suggested Ida. But her father, shaking his head impatiently, said that Mr. Wordley was sure to have had his breakfast, and shuffled out of the room. A few minutes after he had gone, Jessie came in for the day’s orders. and Ida dragged her thoughts azmy from the all- “Innna‘na ,‘nm absorbing . subject house-keepmg. It, 1 very elaborate bm it was over Jessi hmidly chatter Meeting ml)? at ‘mer But 1'51 3 b ide to gossip. e was fine doings up at $11 ght, Miss Ida!" she began, for Ida seldom encourag “There rqu a; ball glare. qgi the breaktast'mu Ida, as she always d d the and fro. with her eyes 0 hide her shame. she tried than Stafiord's was only may for this irl, that it flirtation, a vu gar liaison i mach him to forget. ie shall!’ she cried behind if the words were wrung >r anguish of wounded pride love. “I will teach him. Lrt thaj, woman_ everL used‘ U...“ CHAPTER XXV «is wasukiégiyngwmefhe was 1‘. But she shall not have lost, and I have wonâ€"and th th Yardley come in and have ,5?" suggested Ida. But her g his head impatiently, Wordley was sure to have ust, and shuffled out of the hands 1 after he had gone, Jessie e day‘s orders. and Ida )ughts away from they‘l- ie-cx, and plunged’ late It, was not a. lengthy or a busing», alas! 'but when essie uxugered and began )l‘eakfast Lhings. glancing a she always did when aha alled upon could not ndi afia. 10v .ke SL815 her shill paler; every ell, of the renun- h a, man‘s heart's orturcd her with Once she started lenchcd, her head flashing; ‘ a su- Ind came downstairs in the soft under- when she is su- has hopes of see- as concerned- 3n her to sur- ‘ot respond to up an him th L11 the kn W11 {ch then burned At th: the k ladies nu theory. put out mock a kind on to th¢ star-like eyes n 86 h irs and too old for conm'h'menta: b awyere should always speak the t "For goodness’ sake! don‘t sprem hem-y. my dear. or we shall all )1 mt. out shutters up." he retorted, t1) i n him "Yes." he said. noddin your father ever talk to my dear? I know that house and the farm; at well, but I don't know tellls you anything abou the estate. I ask becaue an awkward position. V dismissed his steward I consult me on the ma. steward used to manage done so. and I am real about his aflaim than : dim. seeing that I have family lawyerâ€"I and n say. since the Flood.” “No; my father bells : Ida. "Is there anythix there anything I 511011 He looked at her gr: Mew. zu “Ye imes He at. anew. “My dear. I think there is." he said. "If you had a- brother or any relative near you I would not worry you. would not tell you. But you have none. you are quite alone, you seef' "Qu'ne alone," she echoed. And then she blushed as ‘she remembered Stafford, and that. she was no longer alone in the world. _ _ . . ,,_LA LA L- ‘AI'I worm. "And so I think you ought to be told that your father‘s affairs areâ€"are not as satisfactory as they should be." _ “1 know that we are very poor," saJd 3k “I know that We are very poor," saJu Ida in a. low voice. "Ah, yes," he said. “And so are a great many of the (landed gentry nowadays: but they will struggle on, and I had hop- ed that ‘by some stroke of good luck I might, have helped your father to strug- gle on and perhaps save something. make some provision, for you: But. my dear â€"â€" See now! I am gomg to treat, you as if you were indeed a woman; and you win be brave. I know. for you are aeHe- ran. and a Heronâ€"Lt sounds like a. para- dox!â€"â€"d1as never .shown the white feather â€"your father's affairs have been growing wome lately. I am afraid. You know that the estate is encumbered. that the entail was cut of! so that you mi ht in- herit; but adzantage hag been ta en of A_A_ A... unu’nA Oman“ herit; but advantage nae nee“ when u. the cutting off the email to raise fresh loans since hhe steward was dismissed, and I have been ignorant of your father‘s business mat/tens. I came 10-day to tell him mham the interest, of the heaviest. mortgage was long overdue. and that, the mortgagee, who says that he has ap- plied severai times, is mreatening (ore. closure. I felt quite sure that I should get the money from your father this morning, bunhe has put. me off. and makes some difficulty. He made a. ramb- ling. almost, incoherent, statement. which I did not understand. though. to be sure, I listened very intently; and from a word or two he incautiously let drop, I am afraid mathâ€"3' : _______ A -“A dual“;va Father seeme her sit He swppéd and his lips agif 'r‘efhx looked at; him ste eyes. __ _ eyes. “Go on." she said. “Do not. be afraid to tell me the truth. I can beat it. I would rather know the worst. know what I have to face. For some time past I have feared my father was «in trouble. Do you think I am afraid? Please tell me £111.? . ..,,.. ._... Annr" nah! flux “Go on." She to tell me the would rather 11 I have to face m w "V--. _ old lawyer, with a. sigh. “I am afraid your father has been speculating. and, like ninety-nine out of a hundred that do so, has been flosmg. It is like playing- against the bank at Monte Carlo; one man may break it. but the advantage is on the bank's side. and for the one who wins thousands lcse. Can you tell me if there are any grounds for my apprehen- there sxon ?‘ Ida. was called .her habit. of brary, 0f fury aga: a1 1112 in a, word“ than, my cigar,” said .. .‘ __,. n, ng khan minutes. as hér shu arm .deW a)? thinkin were a wet 1n: been m, M than min viLh aulv Hwyv- â€"- v r 7, r lances which she 11 n him cast at her. afraid that it. is on “My poor father! Mr. Wordley? Can silent for a 1m ‘ father's mam shutting himse keeping his let‘ said, at]! er road. where. t wept the hills. anca a, young paper names ‘d. nodding gr 3r talk to you now that you farm; and m n't know whet 1111;: about. the old The and frowned and puckered Tefluctant }0 continue. Ida. steadx‘ wnh her deep grey ward I thought he would the matters which the manage; but he has n01 am really more ignoran! ; than anyone would etc I have been the Heron'e [ and mineâ€"since. well r bells me nothing," said anything the matter. is I should know?" her graveily, compassion “E big ab( echo mom tn“ 6 a1 ab Nh himself up in the 11- via letters from her, of and. above all. the ich she had now and h ll rly a mom entv 11 h )ughb "the 'erh." spread that all havqtp and the val- man should 1 silence for Lhe old law: her he 5 busin am in : your avely. of bu mama“: thJ 9111‘ a any menu own into the truth Mr 11 .h er ju flkiI bosidm But am said the afraid What W as she r§< late, hm id nee iLh .gue.” 18 to any- for in her assurance of his love .he was free to talk and jest. with whom ha pleas- ed. She turned, ‘ang Efrter :Jnakiqg her “cw w “Mu ...... .p... ed. She turned, and after making her usual circuit, rode homewards. As she reached the crossroad .she heard the sound of a horse coming from the Hall, and she pul‘led up. her heut beating fast; then it. sank with disanpoimment, for the 'horeman came round the bend and he smv that, it, was a groom. He touched iie hat. as he passed, and rode on at a sham) trot. in the du‘ection of Brynder- mere. Ida. wondered why he had been to the Hall, bum concluded that he had gone there with some message about the farm produce. "When she rode into the stable-yard, she saw Jeegie and Jason standing by 6113 L‘nA..._ -_--..1 n“ WORK/TL "When she. rode into the stable-yard, she saw Jeesxe and Jason standing by the small hall door and talking eagerly. and Jessie came forward. and taking a, letter from under her apron. held it. out, with a smile. “It'e just come from the Villa, Miss Ida," she said. “And oh. miss, what, tdld you this morvnmgâ€"vlt’s quite true. It was Mr. Stafiord‘s own groom ad brought the note, and he says that his master is engaged to Miss Falconer. and that the whole place 1.9 in excitement over it. He was as proud as Punch, Miss Ida: for he says that his new mistress is terrible rich ea well as beautiful, and that hhere’ll be the grandest of grand do- ings up there.” The blood rushed to Ida‘s lace for a moment, then faded, and fihe ell ped the note mm the ‘ ocket of at he 1t and laughed. For t sounded too ridiculous, too incredible to cause her even a. shadow of annoyance. She gave one or two or- nâ€"- m Tannn then went into the 119.111: RINCE ALEXANDE [1 n . v n m a n â€" flan Aral lubu w The blood rushed to Ida/s face for a moment, then faded, and ghe sligped the note mm the ‘ ockec of at he 1t. and laughed. For t sounded too ridiculous, too incredible to cause her even a. shadow of annoyance. She gave one or two or- ders to Jason. then went into the ham, took the note from her pocket. and looks? m the address. lovmgly. lingeringly; fo instinctively she knew whose hand had written in. It was the first letter she had received from him: what would it. say to her? No doubt it. was to tell her why he had not been able to meet; her that, morn- ing, to ask her to meet him later in the Ann With a. blush of mairden‘ly shqu 1115, Lu u ...... day. With a. bffish of {maid she lifted the envdlope to h kissed each written word. (To be continued.) FROM 1).! The Real-Life Romance of Royal Family's Relation. It isn’t often «that a iavorite of kings and emperors comes down to the level of middle-(flags medioc- rity, ‘but it does happen sometimes. Claire von Wallenstein, Baroness von Sdhonberg, and now Countess Sternau zu Hohe‘nau, has had a most remarkable career. .1, Do] - Canada's Future Governor-General at the Front NCE ALEXANDER OF TECK, brother of Queen Mary, and the future? GowmovGeneral or Canada; 19 With me Britfishrtrqogs 931 the, Continen‘d DEC ALACE T0 DENTISTRY. 156 mte “MM”, ._ her lips and her she they be ignbran=t of the fact, £03," on the door of the flat, in the Nd". re‘mburger Pl‘artz there is the Ibol inscription in \brass: “Hohenaiii;l Dentist.” . As “Hohe” signifies royal deaf cent, just as Fitz does, in a. 18 degree, in Great Britain, rthe brass plate excites no end of interest 1' the lady bearing this illustriotjl“ “handle.” The now famous l ’. dentist of Berlin lbecame a relat 0' l of both the German and Brit‘slj; royalties a, yqar 9r mwo ago, whe ‘ she was marned 1~n London by srpe?‘ cial license to Count Wenzel Stéi‘g; nau zu Hohenau. } C‘laire von VVal‘lenstein is the‘ daughter of a, rich Hungarian {and ily of high position. Blessed Wi - unusual good looks, at 18 years 0-1 she was married to the Baron vo‘fi Sohonbeng. Youth, Ibeauty an wealth soon made the young Ba/ro ‘ ess ’von Sohomberg one of the mos A honored hostesses in Vienna. She became involved, however, if; politics and lost the Emperor’qfi- .' vor. fier fortune was confiscate 1, so the story goes, and she was lbs,“ «3‘ ished. Her husband, the Baron Wig Schon‘berg, quickly divorced '11 ft and she went to Switzerland. 8 won the beauty ‘prize at Monte 09, lo and at the Concours Hippique 3' Brussels; then went to London'- where Count Holhenau fell in 19371 with her, married her, and WB‘ sent 'by his relations to a “sane? torium”! Now the lovely ex-po'l- tician of Austria is 3 Berlin dentis “ my»- IA Rex and tentive the O’Sha ughne me Not All “\V 1 Tommy had ‘been inafi: e whole morning, and thé lid that each must .wri ' 200 times as a, punish, esently, when the rest_ Q; had gone home, Tommy I crying bitterly. ' "K )t fair,” he sobbed. “Re. got to write Rex Dun h m\- name is Thoma. A Even Break. nan