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After six weeks incessant throb-l hing the great engines were still, and the Dunottar Castle lay at anchor a! mile or two from the African coast, and OH the town of Attra. The heat,i which in motion had been hard enough to hear, was positively stifling now. The sun burned down upon the glassy sea and the white deck till the var- nish on the rails cracked and blister- ed, and the sweat streamed like wa- ter from the faces of the laboring seamen. Below at the ship’s side. half a dozen surf boats were waiting, manned by Kru boys, who alone, seemed perfectly comfortable, and: cheerful as usual. All around were preparations for landingâ€"boxes were, being hauled up from the hold, andi pcople were going about in search of} small parcels and deckâ€"chairs and‘ missing acquaintances. Trent, int white linen clothes and puggaree,i was leaning over the railing, gazing! towards the town, when Da Souzal came up to himâ€" “Last morning, Mr. Trent!” Trent glanced round and nodded. "Are you disembarking here?” he“ asked. Da Souza admitted the fact. “My Mother will meet me,”.he said. “He is very afraid of the surf beats, 01' he would have come out to the steamer. You remember him?” “Yes, 1 remember him,” Trent an- >\vered. “He was not the sort of per- son one forgets." “He is a very rough diamond,” Da Souza said apologetically. “He has lived here so long that he has become ulmcst half a native.” "And ihe other half a thief,” Trent muttero J‘I am afraid,” he admitted, “that his morals are not up to the Thread- needle Street pitch, eh, Mr. Trent? Da .' fended m NEW/1.00 SIZE cos‘nuxs 3 nuts A< MUCH Ls THE I‘xnx. SIZE you: AI'SOCPER BorrLL $EIGEL’3 minke 30 drops 1 daily,aflcr 111C315 sufferers have h iousness. cunshp tressing conscth way. Profit by digestive tonic : mu3'. sec to ii (In: your stomach. liver .ind bowels are equal to the work they have to do. 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By the Author of “What He Cost Her.” mgcsuon. acidity. heartburn, headaches, constipation. and thcr distrcssing ailments, you A Edwardsburg Crown Brand’Com Syrup not in the least of- ! “It.is what I was about to say," Da )Souza assented, with a vigorous nod iof the head. “Now, my dear Mr. l Trent, I know that you will have your lway. It is no use my trying to disâ€" suade you to listen. You shall waste no time in searching for Monty. My lbrother will tell you exactly where he } Already the disembarking had comâ€" gmenced. Da Souza and Trent took v their places side by side on the broad, ‘ fiatâ€"bottomed boat, and soon they were {off shorewards and the familiar song of the Kru boys as they bent over their cars greeted their ears. The iexcitement of the last few strokes {was barely over before they sprang ‘ upon the beaph, and were surrounded !by a little crowd, on the outskirts of . whom was Oom Sam. Trent was seizâ€" ied upon by an'Englishman who was representing the Bekwando Land and .Mining Investment Company and, :before he could regain Da Souza, a [few rapid sentences had passed beâ€" ;tween the lattertand his brother in ‘Portuguese. Oom Sam advanced to Trent hat in handâ€" “Welcome back to Attra, Senor?" Trent nodded eurtly. “Place isn’t much changed," he re- , marked. But he has made quite a great deal of money. Oh, quite a sum, I can asâ€" sure you. He sends me some over to invest!" “Well, if he’s carrying on the same old game," Trent remarked, “he ought to be coining it! By the by, of Course he knows exactly where Monty is?” Trent hesitated. He would have preferred to have nothing “at all to do with Da Souza, and the very thought of 00m Sam made him shud- der. On the other hand, time was very valuable to him and he might waste weeks looking for the man whom Oom Sam could tell him at once where to find. On the whole it was better to accept Da Spuza’s offer. “They will have it,” he said. “Shall we go to the hotel, Senor Trent, and rest?” Trent nodded. and the three men scrambled up the beach, across an open space, and gained the shelter of a broad balcony, shielded by a striped awning which surrounded the plain white stone hotel. A Kru boy wel- comed them with beaming face, and fetched them drinks upon a Brumâ€" magem tray. Trent turned to the Englishman who had followed them up. 7 “I can’t offer to put you up,” he said gloomily. “Living out here's beastly. See you in the morning, then.” He strolled away Trent lit a longrcigj: “Very well, Da Souza,” he said. “I have no time to spare in this country and the sooner I get back to England the better for all of us. If your bro- ther knows where Monty is, so much the better for both of us. We will 1-2.an tqgether and meet him.” “It is very slowly here," 00m Sam said, “that progress is made! The climate is too horrible. It makes dead sheep of men.” “You seem to hang on pretty well," Trent remarked carelessly. "Been up cough-y lately?” “Palm-oil and mahogany for vile rum, I suppose,” Trent said. The man extended his hands and shrugged his shoulders. The old gesâ€" ture. “To-morrow,” he said, “I shall see you about the contracts. My first business is a private matter with these gentlemen. Will you come here and breakfast with me?” The Englishman, a surveyor from a London ofi'ice, assented with enthu- siasm. “I understafid 00m Sam, “tha still. If so. it’s “I Was trading with the King of Bekwando a month ago," 00m Sam answered. with ‘Crawn Brand" Corn Syrup and the children’s craving for sweets will be completely satisfied. Bread and ‘Crown Brand" form a perfectly balanced foodâ€"rich in the elements that go to build up sturdy, healthy children. erstafid,” he a, “that old so. it’s little Spread the Bread away, fanning himself ”7he said, turning to : old Monty is alive little short of 21 mir- “It was,” 00m Sam said, “veree wonderful The natives who were chasing you, they found him, and then the Englishman whom you met in Bekwando on his way inland, he rescued him. You see that little white house with a flagstafi yonder?" He pointed to a little one-story building about a mile away along the coast. Trent noddedt “That is,” 00m Sam said, “a station of the Basle Mission and old Monty is there. You can go and see him any time you like, but he will not know you.” It seemed to Trent, turning at that moment to relight his cigar, that a look of subtle intelligence was flashed from one to the other of the brothers. He paused with the match in his fin- gers, puzzled, suspicious, anxious. So there was some scheme hatched al- ready between these precious pair! It was time indeed that he had come. “There was something else I want- ed to ask," he said a moment or two later. “What about the man Francis. “There was something else I want- ed to ask," he said a moment or two later. “What about the man Francis. Has he been heard of lately?" Oom Sam shook his head. “Ten months ago,” he answered, “a trader from Lulabulu reported having {passed him on his way to the interior. He spoke of visiting Sugbaroo, an- other country beyond. If he ventured there he will surely never return. Trent set down his glass without a word, and called to some Kru boys in the square who carried litters. huskily. “I’m Scarlett Trentâ€"we went up to Bekwando together, you know. I thought you were dead, Monty, or I wouldn’t have left you.” “Eh! What!” _Mont_v mubbled for a moment or two and was silent. A look of dull disappointment struggled with the: vacuity of his face. Trent noticed that his hands were shaking pitifully and1 his Eyes were bloodshot. [ § “Don’t you know me?” Trent saidl “Try and think, Monty,” he went on, drawing a step nearer to him. ,“Don’t you remember what a beastly ‘time we had up in the bushâ€"how they {kept us day after day in that villain- ous hut because it was a fetish week, and how after we had got the concesâ€" sions those confounded nigger-s fol- lowed us! They meant our lives, EMonty, and I don‘t know how you escaped! Come! make an effort and ipull yourself together. We’re rich ‘fnen now, both of us. You must come 'back to England and help me spend a bit.’ I acle, for gasp in done my “Is he as far gone 'as that?” Trent asked slowly. “His mind,” 00m Sam said, “is gone. One little flickering spark of life goes on. A day! a week! who can tell how long?" “Has he a doctor?” Trent asked. “The missionary, he is a medical man," 00m Sam explained. “Yet he is long past the art of medicine." “I used to belong to the Guardsâ€"- always dined there till Jacques left. Afterwards the cooking was beastly, andâ€"I can’t quite remember where I went then. You seeâ€"I think I must be getting old. I don’t remember things. Between you and me,” he sidled a little closer to Trent, “I think I must have got into a bit of a scrape of some sortâ€"I feel as though there was a blank somewhere. . .” Again he became unintelligible. Trent was silent for several minutes. He could not understand that strain- ed, anxious look which crept into Monty’s face every time he faced the town. Then he made his last effort. “Monty, do you remember this?” Zealously guarded, yet a little worn at the edges and faded, he drew the picture from its case and held it be- fore the old man’s blinking eyes. There was a moment of suspense, then a sharp, breathless cry which ended in a wail. “Take it away," Monty moaned. “I lost it long ago. I don’t want to see it! I don’t want to think.” “I have come,” Trent said, with an unaccustomed gentleness in his tone, “to make you think. I want you to remember that that is a picture of your daughter. You are rich now, and there is no reason why you should not come back to her. Don't you un- derstand, Monty?" It was a grey, white face, shrivelled and pinched, weak eyes without depth, a vapid smile in which there was no “I ém going," he said, “to find Monty." . An old man, with his face turned to the sea, was making a weary attempt at digging upon a small potato patch. The blaze of the tropical sun had beâ€" come lost an hour or so before in a strange, grey mist, rising not from the seaY but from the swamps which lay here and thereâ€"brilliant, verdant patches of poison and pestilence. With the mist came a moist, sticky heat, the air was fetid. Trent wiped the perâ€" spiration from his 'forehead and breathed hard. This was an evil mo- ment for him. Monty turned round at the sound of his approaching footsteps. The two men stood face' to face. Trent looked eagerly for some sign of recognition â€"-none came. “There was a Trentham in the Guards,” he said slowly, “the Honor- able George Trentham, you know, one of poor Abercrombie’s sons, but I thought he was dead. You must dine with me one night at the Travellers’! I’ve given up eating myself, but I’m always thirsty.” He looked anxiously away towards the town and began to mumble. Trent was in despair. Presently he began again. 7 Monty had recovered a little power of speech. He leaned over spade and smiled benignly at visitor. for I left him with scarcely a in .his body, and I was nearly myself. CHAPTER XXIV. 1,” 00m Sam said, little flickering spark l. A day! a week! ‘ his his his imeaning. Trent, carried away for a moment by an impulse of pity, felt only disappointment at the hopeless- ness of his task. He would have been honestly glad to have taken Monty whom he had known back to England, but not this man! For already that brief flash of awakened life seemed to have (lied away. Monty‘s head was wagging feebly, and he was casting continual little, furtive glances to- wards the town. For an hour or more nothing hap- pened. Trent smoked, and Monty, who had apparently forgotten all} about 'his visitor, plodded away} amongst the potato furrows, with‘ every now and then a long, searching} look towards the town. Then there. came a black speck stealing across! the broad rice-field and up the steep! hill, a speck which in time took to itself the semblance of a man, a Kru boy, naked as he was born save for a rugged loin-cloth, and clutching someâ€" thing in his hand. He was invisible to Trent until he was close at hand; it was Monty whose changed attitude and deportment indicated the ap- proach of something interesting. He had relinquished his digging and, after a long, stealthy glance towards the house, had advanced to the ex- treme boundary of the potato patch. His behavior here for the first time seemed to denote the hopeless lunatic. 'He swung his long arms backward and forward, cracking his fingers, and talking unintelligibly to himself, hoarse, guttural murmurings with- iout sense or import. Trent changed his place, and for the first time saw :the Kru boy. His face darkened and an angry exclamation broke from his lips. It was something like this which he had been expecting. ‘ (To be continued.) uwons u. Jacket e1 blouses. A‘ bolero of wl the bolero is of lace. Th< of chiffon, oversleeves a of the bodicl feet, is a cls blue ribbons A blouse ( has a straig which is em half moons a tive effect is cuffs and re long, with fl: Peachblow for a bodice cloud at sun! tucked in grt wide front l. tion has asi exquisite dra The roll colls is an additim of martin. Collars are i usual, sleeve: 5 fact. every In order tovsecure the maximum of production in its arsenals and to avoid as much as possible the necessity of calling on men of military age, the French Government recently began the experiment of employing native laborers from Cochin, China, Anam and Tonkin. Fifty of them were sent to the aero- nautic and munition shops at Tarbes, Castres and Toulouse. Results ex- ceeded expectations and a second batch of 600 were sent to France. They will be followed by 4,000 others, and soon the number of native workâ€" ers will exceed 10,000. “Please go away,” he said. “I don’t know you, and you give me a pain in my head. Don’t you know what it is to feel a buzz, buzz buzzing inside? I can’t remember things. It’s no use trying.” Good luck and bad habits are se dom even on speaking terms. “Monty, why do you look so often that way?” Trent said quietly. “Is some one coming out from the town to see you?” “No one, no one,” he said hastily. “Who should come to see me? I'm only poor Monty. Poor old Monty’s got no friends. Go away and let me dig.” Monty threw a quick glance at him and Trent sighed. For the glance was full of cunning, the low cunning of the lunatic criminal. Trent walked a few paces apart, and passed out of the garden to a low, shelving bank and looked downward where a sea of glass rippled on to the broad, firm sands. What a picture of desolation! The grey, hot mist, the whitewashed cabin, the long, ugly potato patch, the weird, pathetic fig- ure of that old man from whose brain the light of life had surely passed forever. And yet Trent was puzzled. Monty’s furtive glance inland, his half-frightened, half-cunning denial of any anticipated visit suggested that there was some one else who was interested in his existence, and some one, too, with whom he shared a se- cret. Trent lit a cigar and sat down upon the sandy turf; Monty resumed his digging. Trent watched him through the leaves of a stunted tree, underneath which he,had thrown him- self. French Employing Many in the \Vork Successfully. ()RIENTALS MAKE MUNITION S. isblended from selected hilt-grown teas. famed for their fine flavoury qualities. Imitated yet never equalled. Mod. All 11.! fiich Yet Delicateâ€" Clean and Full of Aroma. "Hannah in m Gum" 511514-81 0’ We , 96 m»- (an. In“? LI whu to Q And on»: dancing mwr'my Odds and Ends of Gossip- The newest of new blouses are yet of the frail fabricsI the crepe geotâ€" gette. chiffon, silk lace and filmy net, but even so, they button up the back. Even so the collars are cut low in the front, scooting up in the rear, high above the ears and sometimes fanning the coifl‘ure. The sleeves are adorable, quaintly old-fashioned, and as piquant as the left eye of a. coquette. Puffs, madame, and more puffs, one upon another, falling, tumbling, rippling down the arm, from neck line to little finger tip. Also, there are high puri‘ tanical cuffs of exquisite frail ems broidery! French-bound buttonholes are seen also. hand~made flowers. The bodice of this gown has wide shoulder bands of pale blue velvet ribbon, holding in place a silver lace cape at the back.‘ This lace cape idea is shown in a difâ€"_ ferent form in a gown by Drecoll that is all in black, a Very smart dinner dress for older women. This is in black tulle, the skirt trimmed with wide bands of satin ribbon edged with? kolinsky, the bodice short sleeves,‘ very decollete, with cape effect at the back of black Chantilly. Taffeta is being replaced by faille, both in plain weaves and in piquantly‘ brocaded effects; and grosg'rain,j which is somewhat similar to faille,‘ but has a tighter weave and is there- fore stifi‘er, although not heavier, is by some houses preferred to faille.‘ The word “stiff,” however, must not be taken to mean a fabric that is not} pliable, for although there is decided substance to the new grosgrains and‘ satins, they are not unwieldy fabrics, but lend themselves pliantly to the present mode of puffs and flounces. Collars are unique, cufi’s are un~ usual, sleeves are of many kindsâ€"â€"in fact, every garment is something new. A Watteau costume by Paquin‘ in tints of pale rose and pale blue is ex- quisitely trimmed with garlands of hand~made flowers. The bodice of this gown has wide shoulder bands of Dale blue velvet ribbon, holding in Separate waists for street suits are as good as ever. The princess gown couldn’t oust them. They are necesâ€" sary because they are comfortable and convenient. A Goupy model is all in: white, of silk veiling and a new fine net-corded velvet. Very lovely! A' saucy little Podice in cream satin is trimmed With sulphur~colored Otto- man velvet ribbon. A Paquin dream of becomingness is of deep violet chifâ€" fon, trimmed richly and splendidly with violet ribbon_with picot edge. Peachblow crepe de chine is used for a bodice that looks like a rosy cloud at sunrise. The fronts are pin- tucked in groups on either side of a wide front hem, and the upper por~ tion has asimulhted yoke made by exquisite drawn work done by hand. The roll collar is of crepe, and there is an additional flat collar at the back of martin. As companion for a Drecoil costume of peacock green velour de laine, there is a blouse made of yellow radium silk, elaborately embroidered in gold and. silver thread, with just enough cinnamon brown thread to give character and strength to the design. Jacket effects appear now in blouses. A white chiffon has a little bolero of white Lierre lace and on the bolero is a wide collar and revers of lace. The long undersleeves are of chiffon, and the three-quarter! oversleeves are of lace. 0n the front of the bodice, forming a vestee ef- fect, is a clever design done in old A blouse of white crepe Georgette has a straight-across shoulder yoke, which is embroidered with blue silk half moons and eyelets, Which decora~ tive effect is also used for roll collar, cuffs and revers. The sleeves are long, with flaring cuffs. Credulous. “Very credulous, is he?” “Why, you could sell him a mort- gage on a castle in the air.” Fashion Hints 8109