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\V “Here we are, my friend," he re- marked. “The ladies are anxious to wish you good morning." Trent faced them with a sudden gesture of impatience. He seemed on the point of an angry exclamation, when his eyes met Julie Da Souza’s. He held his breath for a moment and was silent. Her face was scarlet with shame, and her lips were trembling. For her sake Trent restrained himself. “Glad to see you back again, Julie.” he said, ignoring her mother's out- stretched hand and beaming smile of Welcome. “Going to be a hot day, I think. You must get out in the hay- field. Order what breakfast you Elease, Da Souza,” he continued on is way to the door; “you must be hungry after such an early start!” Mrs. Da Souza sat down heavily and M i' ran g “I am coming, my dear,” he called over his shoulder. “One word more, my charming young friends! No. 7, Racket’s Court, City, is my address. Look in sometimes when you’re that day, and we’ll have a bit of lunch to- gether, and just at present take my advice. Get back to London and write him from there. He is not in a good humor at present.” “We are much obliged, Mr. Da Souza,” the young lady answered loftily. “As we have engagements in London this afternoon, we may as well go nowâ€"eh, Flossie?" “Right along,” answered the young lady, “I'm with you, but as to writing Mr. Trent, you can tell him from me, Mr. Da Souza, that we want to have nothing more to do with him. A fel- low that can treat ladies as he has treated us is no gentleman. You can tell him that. He’s an ignorant, com- gion'feliow, and for my part I despise 1m. “Same here,” echoed Miss Montres- sor, heartily. “We ain’t used to asâ€" sociate with such as him!” ' “Hiram!” Mr. Da Souza raised his hat and bowed; the ladies were tolerably graâ€" cious and the fly drove off. Where- upon»Mr._Da Squza followed his wife u: mean, niram'l” “The man, he is in my power,” Da Souza says in a ponderous and sion and elation he ushered them into Egan}? Whlsper- ‘ I know some' the morning-room where Trent was . .. standing looking out of the window k. e rose find lmpnnted a SOlemn with his hands behind him. At their ‘55 1117.0“ his forehead There was entrance he did not at once tum something sacramental about the de- round. Mr. Da Souza coughed apolo- 11133??? 63,1,‘958- . “ I getically- Huam, she said, you are a won- J_.,£,,‘ _., , ,, In and daughter along the drive and caught them up upon the doorstep. With mingled feelings of apprehenâ€" Da Souza stroked his little imperial, and winked solemnly. “You are young ladies of spirit,” he declared. “Now " It is probable that Mrs. Da Souza, excellent wife and mother though she had proved herself to be, had never admired her husband more than when, followed by the malevolent glances of Miss Montressor and her friend, she, with her daughter and Da Souza, re- entered the gates of the Lodge. The young ladies had announced their inâ€" tention of sitting in the fly until they were allowed speech with their late host; to which he had replied that they were welcome to sit there until doomsday so long as they .remained outside his gates. Mr. Da Souza lin- gered for a moment and laid his fin~ ger upon his nose. “It ain’t no use, my dears,” he whispered confidentially. “He’s fair- ly got the hump. Between you and me he'd give a bit not to have us, but me and him being old friendsâ€"you see, we know a bit about one an- other.” “Oh, that’s i 501' remarked, “Well, you an( tle chit of a d him so far as ' they, Flossie? “Well, I should say so,” agreed the young lady, who rather affected Americanisms. ll Hir THE GOLDEN KEY Or “The Adventures of Ledgard." By the Author of “What He Cost Her." CHAPTER XIII :’s it, is it?" Miss Montresâ€" ed, with a toss of her head. and your wife and your litâ€" a daughter are welcome to as we are concerned, aren’t qn i “This Mr. Trent, he asked us here, ibut it is plain that our company is ‘not pleasant to him. He does his best to get rid of usâ€"he succeedsâ€"he Jplans that we shall not return. You see him alone and all that is altered. His little scheme .has been in vain. We remain! He does not look at our IJulie. He speaks of marriage with contempt. Yet you say he will marry herâ€"he, a millionaire! What does it mean, Hiram?" Scarlett Trent spent the first part of the morning, to which he had been looking forward so eagerly, alone in his study with locked door to keep out “But the time has come!” Da Souza exclaimed. “It is here now, and Julie is sulky. She will have red eyes and she is not gay! She will not attract him. You must speak with her, my dear.” That estimable lady shook her head with a placid smile. “Julie is so sensi- tive,” she muttered, “but she is not disobedient. When the time comes I can make her mind.” “I will go nowâ€"this instant,” she answered, rising. “But, Hiram, there is ong‘thing‘ I would much like to “Most women, Hiramâ€"not me! Do I ever seek to know your secrets? But this timeâ€"yes, it would be wiser to tell me a little!" Slie rose and imprinted a solemn kiss upon his forehead. There was something sacramental about the de- liberate caress. “Hiram,” she said, “you are a won- derful man!” “My little one,” he said, “you are mistaken. Leave these matters to those who are older and wiser than you. It is but just now that my good friend said‘ to me, ‘Da Souza,’ he say, ‘I will not have you take your little daughter away!’ Oh, we shall see! We shall see!” Julie’s tears crept through the finâ€" gers closely pressed over her eyes. “I do not believe it,” she sobbed. “He has scarcely looked at me all the time, and I do not want him to. He despises us allâ€"and I don’t blame him. It is horrid!” Mrs. Da Souza, with a smile which was meant to be arch, had something to say, but the arrival of breakfast broke up for a while the conversa- tion. Her husband, whom Nature had blessed with a hearty appetite at all times, was this morning after his triumph almost disposed to be boisâ€" terous. He praised the cooking, chaf- fed the servants to their infinite dis- gust, and continually urged his wife and daughter to keep pace with him in his onslaught upon the various dishes which were placed before him. Before the meal was over Julie had escaped from the table crying softly. Mr. Da Souza’s face darkened as he looked up at the sound of her move- ment, only to see her skirt vanishing through the door. “Shâ€"all you have trouble with her, my dear?” he asked his wife anxiously. patted his daughter on the head with a touch which was meant to be play- ful. know Well?” 1n CHAPTER XIV HAS LONE SINCE PASSED THE EXPERIMENTAL STAGE Get the ariginal Refinery Sealed Packages, cartons 2 or 5 lbs., Bags 10, 20, 25 and 100 lbs. each. ST. LAWRENCE SUGAR REFINERIES, LIMITED, MONTREAL Da Souza had left the room quiet- ly. Trent read the letter through twice and locked it up in his desk. Then he rose and lit a pipe, knocking out the ashes carefully and filling the bowl with dark but fragrant tobacco. PreEently hejang the'bell. a charge which I lay upon you. That agreement of ours is scarcely a fair one, is it, Trent? When I signed it, I wasn’t quite myself. Never mind! I’ll trust to you to do what‘s fair. If the thing turns out a great success, put some sort of a share at any rate to my credit and let my daughter have it. You will find her address from Messrs. Harris and Culsom, solicit- ors, Lincoln’s Inn Fields. You need only ask them for Monty’s daughter and show them this letter. They will understand. I believe you to be a just .man, Scarlett Trent, although I know you to be a hard one. Do then as I ask. “Monty.” _ “My dear Trent,” he said, “I do not like the way you address me, or your manners towards me. You speak as “Tell Mr. Da Souza I wish to see him here at once,” he told the servant and, though the message was a trifle peremptory from a host to his guest, Da Souza promptly appeared sauve and cheerful. “Shut the door,” Trth said shortly. Da Souza obeyed \Vlth unabashed amiability. Trent watched him with something like disgust. Da Souza caught the look, and felt compelled to protest, ' - “Bevaando. “My dear Trent,â€"I have been drink- ing as usual! Some men see snakes, but I have seen death leering at me from 'the dark corners of this vile hut, and death is an evil thing to look at when one’s life has been evil as mine has been. Never mind! I have sown and I must reap! Bub; my friend, a last word with you. I have a notion, and more than a notion, that I shall never pass back alive through these pestilential swamps. If you should arrive, as you doubtless will, here is “Hand it over.” Da Souza drew a large folding case from his pocket, and after searching through it for several moments pro- duced an envelope. The handwriting was shaky and irregular, and so faint that even in the strong, sweet light of the morning sunshine Trent had difficulty in reading it. He tore it open and drew out a half-sheet of coarse paper. It was a message from thedman who for long he had counted dea . “You sent for me, Trent," the lat- ter remarked timidly. “I am quite ready to answer any more questions.” “Answer this one, then,” was the gruff reply. “In Buckomari village before we left for England, I was robbed of a letter. I don’t think I need ask you who was the thief.” “Really, Trentâ€"I " “Don’t irritate me; I'm in no humor for anything of that sort. You stole it! I can see why now! Have you got it still?” all intruders. He had come face to face with the first serious check in his career, and it had been dealt him, too, by the one man whom, of all his associates, he disliked and despised. In the half-open drawer by his side In the half-open drawer by his side was the barrel of a loaded revolver. He drew it out, laid it on the table beâ€" fore him, and regarded it with moody, fascinated eyes. If only it could be safely done, if only for one moment he could find himself face to face with Da Souza in Bekwando village, where human life was cheap and the slaying of a man an incident scarcely worth noting in the day's events! The thing was easy enough thereâ€"here it was too risky! He thrust the weapon back into the drawer with a sigh of regret, just as _Da Souza himself appeared upon the scene. The Jew shrugged his 5 FQR PRESER my? St. Lawrence is not a new or untried sugar, in an experimental stage, but a sugar which has a reputation behind it â€"a sugar which under the severest and most critical tests, shows a sugar purity of 99. 99 per cent, as per Government analysis. For successful jams and preserves you can always absolutely depend upon St. Lawrence Sugar as its quality never varies. Remember, the slightest foreign matter or impurity in sugar will prevent your jellies from setting and cause your preserves to become sour or ferment, It is well worth your while to ask for St. Lawrence Extra Granulated, and to make sure that you obtain it. boulders The breath came through Trent’s lips with a little hiss and his eyes were flashing with a dull fire. But Da Souza held his ground. He had nerv- ed himself up to this and he meant going through with it. “You think I dare not breathe a word for my own sake,” he continued. “There is reason in that, but‘I have other monies. I am rich enough with- out my sixth share of that Bekwando Land and'Mining‘ Company which you and the Syndicate are going to bring out. But then, I am not a fool! I have no wish to throw away money. Now I propose to you therefore a friendly settlement. My daughter Julie is very charming. You admire her, I am sure. You shall marry her, and then we will all be one family. Our inter- ests will be the same, and you may be sure that I shall look after them. Come! Is that not a frien_dly offer?" For several minutes Trent smoked furiously, but he dig! not speak. At the end of that time he took the re- volver once more from the drawer of his writingâ€"table and fingered it. ‘ “Da Souza,” he said, “if I had you just for five minutes at Bekwando we would talk together of blackmail, you and I, we would talk of marrying your daughter. We would talk then to “Who will believe it?" Da Souza asked, with a sneer. “They will say that it is but one more of the fairy tales of this wonderful Mr. Scarlett Trent.” “I kept you away,” Trent said scornfully, “because I was dealing with men who would not have touched the thing if they had known that you were in it!” “and if you don’t like my manners you can turn out. I may have to endure you in the house till I have made up my mind how to get rid of you, but I want as little of your company as possible. Do you_ hear?” Da Souza did hear it, and the worm turned. He sat down in the most comfortable easy-chair, and address- ed Trent directly. “My friend,” he said, “you are out of temper, and that is a bad thing. Now listen to me! You are in my power. I have only to go into the City to-morrow and breathe here and there a word about a certain old gen- tleman who shall be nameless, and you would be a ruined man in something less than an hour; added to this, my friend, you would most certainly be arrested for conspiracy and fraud. That Syndicate of yours was a very smart stroke of business, no doubt, and it was clever of you to keep me in ignorance of it, but as things have turned out now, that will be your con- demnation. They will say, why did you keep me in ignorance of this move, and the answer~why, it is very clear! I knew you were selling what was not yours to selllj’ fchough I were a servant. I do not like It at all, and it is not fair. I am your guest, am I not?” “Y_ou are my guest by your own inâ€" yita‘glep," Trent answered roughly, A MARVEL OF VALUE SEALED PACKETS ONLY-NEVER IN BULK. Your Grocer has itâ€" or will get 1t for you. An Everyday Luxuryâ€" No Dust, Dirt or Stems. ‘ But in the case of eyesight we have ‘the pull over them, notwithstanding ithe fact that the average civilised ’man and woman abuse their eyesight ‘every day. The most recent tests prove that our eye-sight toâ€"day is quite as good as that of savage races, if not better! And, What is more, the eyesight capacity of men who existed Ithous- ands of years ago was very similar to that of men to-day. This is proved by the fact that in the writings of the ancients, the conspicuous star-cluster, Pleiades, popularly known as the Seven Stars, appeared to them as to us, since it is only the six brightest which were and are visible with the naked eye, although by very bright moonlight one smaller star was also visible then as it is today. “Before I married my wife I could have listened to her sweet voice for hours,” said Smith to his friend. “Yesâ€"and now?” asked the friend. “Now,” said Smith, with moisture in his eyes, “I have to.” There is little doubt but that their sense of hearing is trained to a re‘ markable degree. The very silences among which they live, their sports and recreations, all train the ear to such an extent that comparison .with an individual who lives in the hub of the universe is hardly fair. The more some people tell you the less you believe. Our Sight To-day Is as Good as That of Savage Races. Does the life led by savages quicken their power of eyesight and their sense of hearing? SAVAGES AND EYESIGHT. (To be continued.) But insist on “ SALADA’ '