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Fraser shook his head and explain- ed. “And I told my father about you,” he added, nervously. “He knew Flower very well, and he told me to say that he would be very pleas- ed and proud if you would come down and stay with him at Bittlesea for a time.” “No, thank you,” said Miss Tyl‘ell. “The air would do you good,” per- sisted Fraser; “you could come down by train or come down with me on the Swallow next week.” Miss Tyrell repeated her refusal. “I must stay in London and get some- thing else to do," she said, quietly. “What do you think of doing?" in- qmred Fraser. “Anything I can get," was the re- ply- “And in the meantimeâ€"” he began, nervously. “In the meantime I’m living on the “In the meantime I’m living on the Wheelers,” said the girl, pressing her lips tcgether; “that was what you were going to say, wasn’t it?” “I was not going to say anything of the kind," said Fraser, warmly. “I was not thinking of it." \“It isn’t true,” said Fraser, “because you will pay them back.” “Shall we turn back?” said the girl. FraSed turned and walked beside her, and glancing furtively at the pale, proud face, wondered how to proceed. “Well, it’s true,” said Poppy, de- fiantly. “I should be delighted if you would come to Bittlesea," he said, earnest- ly, “and I'm sure if Flower should ever turn up again, he would say it was the best thing you could have done.” She walked on in silence, with her? face averted, until they reached Lis-l ton Street, and, stopping at the door,. turned to bid him good-bye. Her face I softened as she shook hands, and in! the depths of her dark eyes as they met his he fancied that he saw a little" kindness. Then the door opened, and, before he could renew his invita- tion, closed behind her as -rapidly as Mr. Bob Wheeler could perform the feat. “Thank you, but I prefer to stay here,” was the reply, “and I don’t wish to be ungrateful, blgt I wish peoâ€" ple would not trouble me with their charity.” When the tide is up and the sun shining, Seabridge has attractions which make the absence of visitors something of a marvel to the inâ€" habitants. A wandering artist or two, locally known as “painterâ€" chaps,” certainly visit it, but as they usually select subjects for their can- vases of which the progressive party of the town are heartily ashamed, they are regarded as spres rather than visitors, and are tolerated rath- er than welcomed. 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CARDINAL. IRANTFORD. FORT WILLIAM THE CANADA STARCH CO. LIMITED WWII/WW}me .be at large. I On a summer’s evening, when the. tide is out and the high ground the: ‘other side of the river is assumingi tundefinable shadows, the little town; 'has other charms to the meditative man. Such life as there is, is con- fined to the taverns and the two of three narrow little streets which; lcomprise the town. The treeâ€"planted1 walk by the river is almost deserted! and the last light of the dying day is reflected in the pools and mud left by the tide. perpetuating them on canvas is cal- culated to excite strong doubts as to his mental capacity and his fitness to be at large. Captain Nibletts. slowly pacing along and smoking his pipe in the serenity of the evening, felt these things dimly. His gaze wandered from ‘a shadowy barge crawling along in midâ€"channel to the cheery red blind of the “Boatman's Arms,” and then to the road in search of Captain Barber, for whom he had been inquiring since theomorning. A stout lady, stricken in years, sat on a seat overlooking the river. and the marinen with a courteous salutation, besought her assistance. aka: (I “Lay ch'" Com 5 Impâ€"Benson's Com Starchâ€" and “Silver amr' man, Starch. . “I’ve been looking for him myself,” said Mrs. Banks, breathlessly, “and now my Elizabeth’s nowhere to be found. She’s been out since two o’clock this afternoon.” Nibletts pointed up the road with his pipe. “I see her only ten minutes ago with young Gibson,” he'said, slow- 1y. “I don’t know,” said Nibletts don’t think they knew either what’s more, I don’t think they ed." 7 “Which way was they going?” de- manded the old lady, rising. The old lady resumed her seat, and, folding ’her hands in her lap, gazed in a troubled fashion across the river, until the figure of another woman coming along the walk brought her back to everyday affairs. “Why, it’s Mrs. Church,” said Nib- letts. ' “He’s nowhere to be found,” he shouted, before she reached them. “He?” said the widow, slowly. “Who? “Cap’n Barber,” replied the mar- iner. “0h, indeed;” she said, politely. “Good evening, Mrs. Banks.” Mrs. Banks returned the courtesy. “It looks as though Cap’n Barber has run away,” she said, with attempted jocularity. Mrs. Church smiled a superior smile. “He is not far off," she said, quietly.‘ Mrs. Church took higher ground. “Of course this sad affair has upset him terribly," she said, gravely. “His is a faithful nature, and he can’t for- "Resting, I suppose,” said Mrs Banks, with intent. get. up ? VMrs. Banks, looking up suspicious- ly, “Wonderful, considering,” and re- lapsed into silence until such time as \\\\\\\\ 9n \“xmmmumnuummunnuuu 9n How is Miss Banks bearing Wmmmmmxunmnmwu \IHHIHHIH ummmmuuuum 1\\“mm\\\\\\\\\\\n\a\\\\\\\\\\\\ "llfllllllh He was nearly up to Captain Barâ€" ber’s house when he saw a figure come out of the lane by the side, and after glancing furtively in all direc- tions make silently for the door. The watching Nibletts, quickening his pace, reached it at almost the same moment. “MTs. Banks is looking for you.” he said, as he followed him into the par- her foe should give her an opening. Mrs. Church took a. seat by her side, and Nibletts, with a feeling of someâ€" thing strained in the atmosphere, for which he could not account, resumed his walk. He was nearly up to Captain Barâ€" ’ “Of course I‘ve not,” rejoined Cap- itain Barber, testily; “but when you know as much about wimmen as I do, you’ll know that that’s got nothing ,to do with it. It gets took for grant- !ed. Mrs. Church’s whole manner to Ime now is that of a engaged young person. If she was sitting here now she’d put ’er hand on top 0’ mine.” I “Not before me?” said Nibletts, in ia shocked voice. “Before the Prime of Wales and all !the Royal Family,” replied Captain Barber, with conviction. “You’ve no ‘idea how silly and awkward it makes lme feel.” Captain Barber turned on him a weary eye, but made no reply. “And Mrs. Church, too; at least, I think so,” continued the other. "Cap’n Nibletts,” said the old man, slowly, “I ’ope you’ll never live long enough to be run arter in the way I’m “Well, why not get rid 0’ Mrs. Church?" said the simple Nibletts. “Rid 0’ Mrs. Church!” repeated Cap- tain Barber, aghast; “why don’t you get rid 0' your face, Nibletts?” he ask- ed, by way of comparison merely. “Because I don't want to," replied the other, flushing. “Because you can’t," said Captain Barber, emphatically. “And no more 'can’t I get rid of ’er. You see, I ’appened to take a little notice of ’er." “Oh, well,” said the other, and sighâ€" ed and shook his head discouragingly. “I took La little notice of ’er," reâ€" peated Captain Barber, “and then to ‘spare her feelings I ’ad to sort 0’ let ‘ ’er know that I coule never marry for Fred’s sake, d’ye see? Then on top of all that poor Fred goes and gets drownded." enough to be run arter in the way I’m run arter.” The astonished mariner murmured humbly that he didn’t think it was at all likely, and also that Mrs. Nibletts would probably have a word or two to continued the hapless Barb Church won’t let me go sight if she can help it, Banks is as bad as she is they was saying nice thin: other this morning in a ne managed to slip out.” ' mome “But have you pronfised to Inarry her?” asked Nibletts, with a cunning look. “Here she comes," said Nibletts, in alow voice, “and Mrs. Banks and her daughter, too.” Captain Barber coughed, and, sitâ€" ting upright, strove to look unconcern- ed as the three ladies came into the room and expressed their pleasure at seeing him. “I couldn’t think what ’ad happened to you,” said Mrs. Banks, as she sank panting into a chair, and, unfastening her bonnet-strings, sat regarding him with her hands on her knees. ' “I knew he was all right,” said Mrs. Church, folding her hands and regard- ing him with her head on one Side; “if! anything happened to him I should know it if he was a hundred miles away.” She sat down by Captain Barber, and laying her hand upon his press- ed it affectionately. The Captain, a picture of misery, exchanged a significant glance with Nibletts, and emitted an involuntary groan. 77‘7‘77Drorfir’t take on so,” 'sifid Mrs. Banks, compassionately. “Do you know, I’ve got a feeling that poor Fred has been saved. “That’s my feeling’ tain Barber, 'in a firm 11d probal ' in the m From the n the moment I get up to the b I get to bed I’m run arter,” ed the hapless Barber. “Mrs. won’t let me go out of ’er if she can help it, and Mrs. is as bad as she is. While Ournewrecipebook,"Dcsscrts and Candies". wm show you how to make a lot of really dchcious dishes with “Crown Brand". Wm: for acopyto Brand". Wntc for our Momrcal Office. simple Nibletts. h!” repeated Cap- ; “why don’t you too," said Cap- voice. and Mrs. While 3 to each ty way I I “What’s easier than for him to‘ have been picked up by a passing ves-, sel, and carried ofi goodness knows| where?" inquired Mrs. Banks, withl a glance evenly distributed between her daughter and the housekeeper. I “I heard of a man once who fell‘ overboard,” said Captain Nibletts, softly, “and he turned up safe and â€"â€"G0.0D DIGESTIONâ€" \thn your dine-don is faulty, wane“ and pain are cumin and din-29 him‘hed. There was a frigid silence, during which the three ialdies, sinking for a time their differences, eyed him with every sign of strong disapprobation, Mrs. Banks giving vent to a snifl' which disparaged the whole race of man. I ,I _____________V__77 , E . A! I" Drualm, or direct on receipt 0! rice. 50:. 1nd $100. The large bottle contains three times a much an the unaller. A. J. “gun: a C0. Linn-rm). Craig Street \Vest Montreal. “It’s very likely,” said Captain Nibletts, slowly. sound twenty years arter.” “Married man?” inquired Banks, softly. UGLU\D, “He was,” said the captain with the doggedness of a witness under crossâ€"examination. Mrs. Church turned her eyes up- wards. “Fancy the joyful meeting of husband and wife,” she said, senti- mentally. uv. n: . .. 1 'FOFI 40YEARS THE Smnm REMEDYI ydied just two days before he turned up,” said Captain Nibletts, simply. "As for men who fall overboard and get picked up and turn up months afterwards," continued the faithful Nibletts, “why, every sailorman knows scores of ’em." “I knowed seven,” said Captain Barber, with the exactness of un- truth. “They didn’t seem to think much of it, didn't seem to think it anything unusual, I mean.” “It ain’t,” said Nibletts, stoutly. The room relapsed into silence, and Captain Nibletts, finding Mrs. Church’s gaze somewhat trying, got up to admire a beautiful oil painting on glass in a black frame which hung over the mantelpiece, and after a few encomiums on his host's taste, bade hm good-bye. N“Ir’m cofiaing vs'fith you," said Barber, rising; “I’ve got some business to talk about.” “What, out again,” said Mrs. Church, tenderly, “after being on your Captain Barber murmured aome- ‘London Answers- thing inaudible in reply, and taking m?” his hat from the sideboard went out Multiplying her words seldom adds with Nibletts. For a time theylto a woman’s popularity. poor feet all day? You will like its Fine Granulation Bu; your sugar in these neat 2 or 5-1 . cartons, which you can place dirgctly on ygux: pantry shelYes. 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She composed forty-five of thes simply storing them in her memor? without committing a word to paper. When she had finished the forty-fifth she began to dictate them, going right through without a pause. She then did the same with the other forty-two. â€"London Answers. WONDERFUL (To be continued) 2 and 5-lb Cartons 10 and 20-1!) Bags MEMORIES