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“The condition sounds dangerous,” said Nivette. “It is extremeliv unpleasant,” said the doctor. for which I can discover no stimulus." “0n the contrary, I have recovered completely.” Nivette looked at him. “Is it possible that at your time of lifeâ€"” He paused. “W'ell ” said the doctor. “That you have fallen in love 1’" “It is not in the least passible. I am m‘efely' suffering from a reaction “At present, my friend. I am not capable of anything. I take no inter- est in work, and not much, as you may have observed, in my friends.” “You have n-nt yet recovered from ycur exgrtions during the war.” Nivette rattled on in his usual way, and the doctor listened when he felt inclined and thought of something else when he did not. The lawyer was a man of immense good nature. a quaiâ€" ity, he declared, which stood in the way of his professional success. Nevertheless he had done very well, and there were few cases of litigation in Dourlaix in which he did not take a part. The dinner was excellent. and when the lawyer had disposed of the last of certain g‘auf‘tettes for which the doc- tor's housekeeper was famous. he said: ‘ “Now, Anatole, let us talk." _ “I have been listening to you.” said the doctor. "But you, also, are capable of speech." ‘ “You have brought me comfortl “Your explanation,” he said is gen- friend Anatole," he said. “That‘ Izerous, but foolish. My reputation. I suppose, is part of your business. Myiam convinced, has nothing to do with wife. 'as you know, is away, and with-'it. If you are in no hurry to return out her the kitchen goes to the devil.{ to your wifeless house, wait for me And I am hungry. This cold nlips me. here.” I feel myself growing small and old."i “With all thp nlpqqnm in the mnrm " The few streets through which the doctor passed on his way to the house of Nivette, the lawyer, has a deserted air, partly, no doubt, because the evening was cold and threatened snow, and partly, as Lescaut sadly reflected there Were fewer people in Dourlaix than there used to be. He had a sense of personal loneliness and almost homelessness that was new to him. Before the war he had been well enough content with his bachelor life. his friends and his profession. Nivette greeted him with enthus- iasm, and in three minutes was readv “If I may express “Will‘there be enough’ for two?" he asked. “Of a certainty, yes." . “Then I will dine at home, and brmg with me M. Nivette.” “But, monsieur.” she protested. “I have prepared for you a beautiful meal; there ..re eggs with flue wine sauce that you love, and a chicken as plump, I declare, as the baby of Marie, my daughter.”_ The doptqr paused”. A PART I. Dr. Anatole Lescaut, sitting alone in his consulting room, experienced a sense of flatness, almost of boredom. which troubled him. He hal anticipatâ€" ed that when the war was over. and he was released from his terrible and exhausting- field hospital work. he would return to his civilian practice, take up once more the old interests, and retire, not too late in life, to a little farm, where he proposed to culti- vate placidity and certain herbs of healing. But, though no man more than he rejoiced at the coming of peace, there had some with it this sense of flatness. A younger man might have struck into new lines of research or discovered the lacking stimulus in doubtful excitements; but Lescaut was on the verge of fifty; he had sown his wild oats and become an entirely decorous citizen. And there remained, it Leemed, only this empti- ness, 8. most depressing prospect for‘ a. man still capable of endeavor and‘ keen enjoyment. He switched off the light in his con- sulting room, put on his hat, and went out, telling his housekeeper that he would not be back to dinner. The Recovery N Br. Mm ls§ U E‘NTSZZ‘éT BOVRIL FLAVORS STEWS AND HASHES an opinion, thi By C. KENNETT BURROW correcting estej in Madame though he was all teresLed in Mada To have her as slightest of indisy would have pleas ' “Pauline is very young,” she said. 1“At_ eighteen one may suffer from maladies which even science does not understand. It is possible that I have not her full confidence. Perhaps, Dr. Lescaut, she will be more frank with you * * “ Come, you shall see her.” Lescaut followed Madame Corton with the strange feeling that, though this was dggbgless a professional visit] if“ appeal to him was entirely Unpro- fessional. He was not, in fact. inter- ested in Madame (Iorton’s daughter, though he was already profoundly in- terested in Madame quton herself He was admitted by Madame Cor- ton herself. At first sight, in the dim light of the hall, she seemed too ‘ young and girlish-looking to have had (a son old enough to die in the great [cause But when, a moment later, {Lescaut sat with her in a room where ’the light was stronger, he perceived 'her to be a Woman whose youth sur- .vived, indeed, but it had been subdued iby sorrow. Her brown eyes met his {with an engaging candor, and her‘ jvoiceâ€"yes, it was her voice that hadl ‘suddenly roused him. What did it re- icall? “With all the pleasure in the World,” said Nivette. “The room is warm, the Swine good. What more can a man {want?” J The doctor walked to the Rue des ‘Caillioux. He could not explain to Ihimself why this unexpected call iaroused in him an interest which am- ounted almost to excitement. Possibly ‘the quality of the voice which he had {heard over the telephone had appeal: ed to him. possibly the counteraction; ‘had set in. At any rate. he fgund him- ;self on the doorstep of the house in the Rue des Cailloux in an astonish-l lmgly short time. “I rang you up at this late hour, Dr. Lescaut,” she said, “because my daughter would see no one but you.” “I am honored. madame." “To be quite frank, I have not the least idea why she has need of a doc- tor.” “She has, of course, heard of your great reputation.” Dr. Lescaut shook hxs head. “Madame Cn'rton; the old house in the Rue des Cailloux." the lawyer re~ heated. “Yes, I can give you some in- .forma’cion. It is my business, you understand, to know something about everybody. Madame Corton has been living in the Rue des Cail-loux for lthree months. She is an Englishwo- iman who married one of our nation; [she is now a widow. Her only son died {for France. He fell within twenty gmiles of Dourlnix. That is why she ihas chosen our city as a place of resi- “One cannot leave a guest at a mo- ment’s notice. Moreover, I am puz- zled. Why should Madame Cotton send for me when there are no fewer than three doctors ,in the Rue des Cailloux and one just round the corner in the Rue de _Ia Harpe?” pucker'ng his brows. “Then I can give you further infor- mation. She has a daughter.” “Amazing! A daughter, and I not to know!” “Madame Corton teiephones to me that her daughter is unwell, and she requires my attendance in the Rue des Caiiloux at once “Then, my friend, why do you not hurry there?” “If illness turned out to be as seri- ous as most people imagine them to be, the world would soon‘be depolpulat- ed. * * * Do you know anything of Madame Corton, who lives in the old house in the Rue des Cailloux?” “Madame Com-ton; the old house in the Rue dgs Cailloux." the lawyer re~ hurried away to the hall, and present- ly returned, looking a little perplexed “Anything serious ?” Nivette asked Lescaut sat down, cracked a walnut and peeled it carefully. was SO mg. wom “I hear your Nivette. “Now nee.” “Is that all you know?” . “I cqn r-gcall no more,” vaette sald ndit llNo What her is of indis ve plea ‘Mad ,sure y timulu 0W we n two: Nivett epr. )m living alone Lescaut. nu ' wife is a con Without her r, smil nderfu cried rupt- scaut saxd *"225 :I one does the loved one is‘ 01' is alive? * * * Dr. him speak your na: and admiration.” doctor. I “And if on- one’s love is . “In that ca to find out.” “Ah, the little mother! Why do men a'lways fall down and worship her?” Lescaut was a little startled; he leaned back in his chair and press- ed his finger-tips together. “I am not aware,” he said, “of hav- ing assumed that attitude." “But you haves I’m sure of it. “ * Dr. Lescaut, I will trust you. It is my heart, not my body, that is sick. When one loves, what is the remedy ?” “Satisfaction or oblivion,” said the JAALH ' ' “Madame Corton, your mother, was puzzled as to the nature of your ill- ness.” i “Then she does suspect!” I “I know nothing of what Madame Corton may think,” said Lescaut. “But, madeinoiselie, if there is no- thing whatever the matter with you, why am I here at this moment?” “Can I trust you. Dr. Lescaut?” “My professional honor has never Ebeen called in question.” , r ............ ,v.“ idea of what a friend may demand from a friend may not agree with mine. You might, for example, de- mand something of me which would not commend itself to Madame Cor- ton.” “But I have told you that I need no professional help. This is a mat- ter of profoundest confidence. Will you be my friend?” The doctor was silent for a time. Probably the only reason why he was not immediately carried away by the girl’s appeal was that he had already been carried away by her mother’s. “You hesitate!" Pauline cried. “I will promise to be your friend,” he said, “but it is possible that your‘ idea of what a friend may demand from a friend mav nnf now-an mm. A girl had risen from a chair by .the fire. She advanced a corpie of paces with outstretched hand and then paused. Lescaut approached, bowed over the hand and begged Mlle. ,Corton to be seated. She obeyed, and, las she sat looking up at him, he ext iamined her face with a curiosity in- ;‘spired solely by the desire to discover whether she resembled her mother. [Pauline was unmistakably pretty and ‘dainty and fresh, but Madame Corton 'was more than all this. | “Why do you look at me like that?" ’the girl cried. “Do you suspectâ€"” I “I suspectâ€"nothing.” said Lescaut. “And yet you look at me as though -you suspect, oh, all sorts of things!”‘ .Pauline held her hands over her eyes for a moment and then, pointing to a ichair, commanded the doctor, with en- }gaging _imperiousness, to take it. VTEBJe'AQh‘éfr‘E me, yesâ€"but for him? I thought, I still think * * * will you help me, Dr. Lescaut?” “But I am here merely as a doc- tor.” “Again you are mistaken * * * * There is nothing whatever the matter “WithOUt your mOther’S consent?” with me!” Lescaut showed no sign of “Not a word to her ye“ H077 COUld surprise; his gaze remained court-’1 COHfESS to her that I had giVen my eously sympathetic. He leaned fog-“heart so sud'ienly, so absolutely. to ward and stretched his hand towardlone who was almost a stranger?” - i “Yet vm) onnfpss tn ma" um Lee. the fire, ..,_.u., ‘ > “That ddesn’t; mat‘t’er “in the least,” she said. 7 “Dr. Lescaut, I believe you to be a good and a kind man,” she said. “The belief is flattering, but the question is, an? I a good doctmr?” daughter's existence. A moment later he found himself alone with his pa- tiert. CANAM’S PRfiBLEE‘fiES REWEWEB Must Deal With Railway Situation In the view of Sir Vincent Mere-l dith, the way to sustained improve- ment in trade is not yet clear. but that improvement will be hastened when labor realizes that war inflat’ ed wages cannot continue. and that more efficiency and greater produc- tion are absolutely necessary in or- der to bring prices down to a level that will stimulate consumption and thus provide increased employ- ment His warning as to the evil effects of heavy taxation in stifling industry and enterprise is one that will be cordially endorsed by all thinking men, and one which those who direct our public affairs surely will not dare to ignore. And Sir Vincent merits public thanks for the courageous way in which he dealt with the railway problem; in particular for his uncompromis- ing declaration that no marked im- prices were. cm line. it is on the of the products sources that w main dependenc trade and it is can be no sus'ta until the price of are commensura chasing power. Summed u-p, needs of Genetic time, in the opi eminent flnamci economy in the affairs, a so-lnth problem on the 1 against politicia operation, a vig. policy for the pet spaces bygiivert stream of lmmig: flowed elsewhere the cost of labor. yea mar th of Montreal of sharehoh were the a if qne does not know e is returned The ad atit nhv BY @FFEEAES hareholders of that inst e the authoritative prox ts 0: men of internationa in matters of finance, t they will undoubtedly :d with much interest 1 country and abroad. - the addresses at this Ling are lo-oke 1 anticipation nfacturers be eusive annly of financial ( and because ase it woujd 3 does not know where is or even whether he * Dr. Lescaut, I heard uxj name with affection 1 th folll re t} not uncommon )e necessary ative prom ,ernationals finance, a! loubted'ly b interest bo abroad. I annu was the President whether to you a‘ch'ants and um}; of the co-m- one it they pro- sent ems In Cana- t’hat afford guid- DUN :jness policy 0f ‘_’ the coming 10"“ )l' saw meeting 1nd 1M very Minard's Liniment Used by Veterinaries Never clean varnished paint or enamel with soap, or with soda and water. This makes the varnish dull, and it may even cause it to peel away from the wood. A better plan is to use a solution prepared with' tea leaves. Collect- the leaves and put them in a basin. Pour hot water over Canada’s forests are estimated to qontain eight hundred billion feet of commercial timber and' one billion cords-of pulpwood. ‘ Words are gay balloons Bright against the snow. I loose their strings and watch them Sailing high‘ and low. Words, words, wordsâ€"V How I love you, Words! I’m the nest from which you fly, You’re my singing birds. Words are whisper-thoughts I think of in the night, That walk about with gladness Soon as it is light Words are waxen candles Shining on a tree, For the dark to see itself And wish a Wish for me Words are splendid pictures Hanging on the wall. Some are big with mountains, Some are hushed and small. Words. Words are colored heads I string upon a chain. Some are gold with sunshine. Some are bright with rain. friend!” “Yet you confess to mefigariHVLes- caut. “That was before I met him in Rouen. We saw each other only half a dozen times.” “That, howev r, was enough,” said Le‘sgaut, releasing her hand. “Henri Marmet." The girl fancied ‘that the doctor’s shoulders lifted beâ€" fore he again leaned toward the fire. She watched him anxiously, her lips parted, her fingers at her bosom. “Yes, I know Henri Marmet." the dootbr said very quietly. “He is the son of one of my dearest friends, now‘ dead." “But Henriâ€"where is he now?" “I have not the faintest idea.” Pauline’s breath caught in a little sob. and Lescaut. drawing his chair nearer, took one of her hands. “It is posâ€" sible,” he added, “that I may be able to discover where he is.” “He is not~de-ad?” “No. I should have heard of his death. I know that he was wounded twice.” i “So you concocted this little plan, this plot, to bring me to you?” Les- caut said, smiling. “So far it is all quite plain, but we have arrived at nothing. What is the name of this fortunate gentleman ?” operation, a vigorous immigration policy for the peopUng of our waste spaces bygiivertlng to Canada the stream of immigrants that formerly flowed elsewhere, and deflation in still had high prices, and retail prices were conspicuously out of line. It is on the purchasing power of the products of our natural re- sources that we must place our main dependence for a revival in trade and it is obvious that there can be no sustained improvement until the price of other commodities are commensurate with that pun chasing power. Summed up, the most obvious needs of Canada at the present time, in the opinion of these two eminent financiers, are drastic economy in the conduct of public affaire, a solution of the railway problem on the basis of private 85 against political ownership and _“A}‘1_.‘_but you are a man, and his BANK 8F MQNE'RE Sir Frederick Willlanms~Taylor undoubtedly placed his finger on one of the weak spots in our pre- sent trarde conditions when he said that while on the one hand the purchasing power of the products of our natural resources was at the loweSIt level reached for several years past, in other directlona we still had high prices. and retail years past, in still had high prices were C( line. It is on tr movement can be expected in the present burdensome conditions so long as the roads continued un- der nubileâ€"which, as he said. means political â€"â€" ownership and operation. Both Great Britain and the United States have realized the financial chaos inseparable from such ownership and operar tion, and have adopted the only remedy. Retail Forces Out of Line. (To be con-clhded.) Louise Ayres Garnett with Vaseiing Queen Wilhelmina of the Nether- lands is an expert linguist. She is an expert horsewoman, draws cleverly, is a fairly accomplshed musician, and has an intimate acquaintance with all of the details of practical house- work. Minard's Liniment for Colds. etc which lays concrete blocks designed so that when they are pu‘shed into place they expand and fit in spiral courses, giving a forward mation to the machine, which keeps the cutting head in contact with the tumzei head- ing. 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