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Harpoon: DIVISION THE MARCONI WIRELESS TELEGRAPH C0. OF CANADA LUMTED. MONTREAL You need not deny yourself the leasure of hearing amous singers, noted lectur- e”. wonderful conâ€" certs in distant cities just becauso you can- not travel. If you own a Radio Receiver the turn of a dial will make you one of the audience in the city where the artist of your choice is per- forming. The happy world invites you to share in its fun] : LEAR, sparkling coffeeâ€"the color of rich, transparent amberâ€"may be made in any Hotpoint Per- colator.” Percolation from cold water commences within thirty seconds. Hotpoint Percolators are equipped with ex- clusive safety switches which protects the appliances should they accidentally “boil dry-n rn- vu‘- â€"_ __._‘ kmcomnom; 158 U E N0. ‘18â€"'24. W? For Jule by dealer- mywhare. Write for descriptive booklet' Dr HIGD “And now, lying woman, leave this house instantly. You have witnessed a lie and Have doubtless been paid for it. Sababth though it be, I also will pay you that which is owing between us. But~God will one day give you your wages in full reckoning for the evil you have brought upon me and mine this day.” The woman stood silent and watch- ed him, at intervals ostentatiously humming a dance tune. Old Matthew Armour turned upon her on his way to the little locked draWer where he kent his money. “Silence, woman!” he cned, “silence, ground.” And so threatening was his gestu' that the defiance was smitten fro the face of the false Witness as quic' ly as a boy Wipes a slate with a “n sponge. She held out her hand m chanically for the money. And as the last coin was told in‘ it she made towards the door. On the threshold the woman turne and with a certain fleer of bravat she said, “Matthew Armour, this not the end. either for you or for yoi daughter. I warn you!” The old man raised his hand, a! woma word, “Oh, you know not what you have done," she said. “I am his. body and soul; I am his! If he fail me now, ] know not what I shall do!" And without another word she turnâ€" ed and went slowly and heavily out of the room. Matthew ArmoLr watched her 2'0. and as the sound of her foot,- steps died down the narrow passage which led to her own little chamber, he turned swiftly on Bell Kirkpatrick. _ Mrs. Armour, who had been listenâ€" mg as near the door as she dared to come, obediently went into the courtâ€" yard, and in a few minutes Bell the byre-laSS, a tall dark girl, with some remnant of good looks not yet coars- ened out of her, entered with a kind of sullen defiance in her manna; “It is but the worthless forgery of a villain,” he said, “and if it were not, I would burn it a thousand times rather than give you up body and soul to a man accursed and outcast like Christopher Kennedy.” The girl stood gasping, her hands still fighting to pass the strong arm that held her back, her mouth square- ly open, her eyes with the wild blank terror of the utterly forsaken in them. “As I thought," said Matthew Armour, turning to Lilias; “he has well chosen his witnesses, and I doubt not paid them with other people’s money. He hath deceived and mock- ed you, my daughter. He who mocked at his Creator might well mock at the creature. But I, Matthew‘Arymoqx‘r‘, Then, without a moment’s hesita- tion, he walked across to the fire that burned in the grate of the house-place of the Black Dornal, and thrust it deggihto the midst. Y:I:,_ With a strange, breaking cry Lilias threw herself forward towards it. “Father, father,” she cried, “give it to me. It is my all!” Her father kept her back with his left hand, while with his right hand he held the paper down till it was consumed, and the fragments swirled up the chimney, with fiery little dots still crawling crablike _acros_s them. °“1‘h2'o‘1& Em}; éaj_u§fed hi. spectacles and read it as calmly as he would a text of the Scripture. VAVuUuA \.. _.____ am your father. Fear not! I will stand beside you in the gate. You are well rid of a man so coward and forâ€" sworn, a man debauched and rotten of heart.” ..v.n v‘ "M..." .w Autumn“ nLHIUul an» Lllub w1u| l “It is true, it is true; What I_1Eenihis broad bonnet of blue on his head, you is God’s own truth!” cried _Llllas his eye caught the glint of the mower’s Armour. holding a folded p'apffl‘ 3n herI‘scythe somewhere down in the hollow. hand. “Seeâ€"read. Here It 18, “1 theliAnd at intervals there came to the handwriting of Alister French. and .old man a wait of song, the gay lilt of with his name and that of Chrlstophel‘lan air, the laintive note 0 a psalm Kennedy upon it, Dogefllel‘ With Ben'tune, or agam,‘ the strident rish-whish Kirkpatrick's mark.” 'of the sharpemng strake on the scythe “Give the paper to me, my daugh‘las the mower set It with its point to ter!” said her father. ,t}.e ground, and put an edge on the With a strange I‘GIUCtance to let Ehe‘broad shining blade with long altern- precious strip out of her hands, the ate sweeps of ms arm. a girl gave it to her father. It‘was yery still aboutfltlua old man “i‘fien your Naégfitgrvntells a lie!" asserted Bell Kirkpatrick. “I never heard a word 0’ ony marrAiag‘ej”. I. "fl‘fi‘gké 'care!" said the Elder); “my daughter assuresk m_e‘it is.t§:ue! 1:»!!! Kennedy?” “Na!” said the hoyden boldly; "it isna true. No a single word 0’ it. I I ken nocht about ony Christopher Kenr/J' !” 7. ,._ . . - “I I , (4.....- "WB'éii'REhEbéti-Yck,” he said, “is it true that you were witness to a pnâ€" vate marriage between my daughter Lilias and a man named Christopher Kennedy?” . u an '"fiIZEtiié'VVArfiIaifi IBQk'éd at he; with a certain stern calmness whlch was not without its effect. 77565293933? aui-lfldi’ me?” she sald, standing her ground with her hands thumb down ppqn _he}-_hips.. .1 with 1 wer like J ‘ UHAP I'Ltt n.â€" Kit annedg ofter he I!“ a! th a n : that \Cont'd.) you to th BY S. R. CROCKETT. u' 1 1n From the open door of the milkâ€" house, which stood at the end of the farm buildings of Dornal, a little boy 1of six or seven came with a rush, and la brisk, stirring voice followed him lwith the smell Scottish scolding “tang” ‘in it, which is ever more humorous lthan alarming to those whom it adâ€" 3dresses. lagain yet more gently than before, “‘My poor, poor lassie!" a king in his aim richt and the Lord’s anointed!” She resumed her buttermaking, still muttering to herself. “No that he’s sic an ill bairn Mistress Armour stood a moment shaking her fist at the small culprit. Then she went discontentedly within, but the gist of her meditations were permitted to reach the ears of her thband, for whom doubtless they were intended. “A bonny like thing,” she went on, shrilly, among her milk pails, “that after bringin’ up his ain in the fear 0’ God and a guid hazel stick, Matthew should be turned aboot. the wee finger o’ a bairn like that. It’s easy seen that some folk are growin’ early doit- ed. Preserve us a’â€"we mauna raise a finger against the brat, as if he were The figure of Mrs. Armour of the Black Dornal appeared at the door of the milk-houseâ€"wrathful, gesticulant, voluble, but somewhat ineffective. For the small boy addressed as Kit Ken- nedy did not wait to be more nearly approached, but fled helterâ€"skelter to the knees of the Ruling Elder. These he seized with both chubby hands and forced apart, wedging himself between them as if he had been ensconcing himself in a citadel from which it was impossible to dislodge him. “Ye ill-set blasty, Kit Kennedy, gin I catch ye in here again! I declare a body canna turn aboot for ye, but ye are at the cream. Or if ye are’na at the cream, ye are thumbing the guid fresh butter ontil your bread- {nece as if it were common as clay. hae neither rest nor peace in my life foL‘yeâ€"AI declare, so I do!” Yet withal there was something warmer and kindlier than of yoreâ€"«8. light from within the gates, as Mr. Osborne expressed it. Mr. Osborne was the minister of the Cameronian Kirk, and he knew his Ruling Elder well. As Matthew Armour sat thus with his broad bonnet of blue on his head, his gye caught the glint of the mower’s It was‘ very stin'éb‘iiut the old man until, sudden as a swallow’s swoop, S(l’28thihg‘_ passed behind him. But under the heavy grey brows the eyes of the Ruling Elder were still grey and unconquerably clear. His lips were firm, and lay close one upon the other with the old precision and de- termination. His “yea” was still “yea” and his “nay” still "nay" to all within thg‘precincts of the Black Dornal. Matthew Armour sat on a bench beside the door, leaning upon the head of his staff, and looking out over the green springing corn, through the spaces of the trees in the hollow, down to the meadows by the waterside. He had grown older even to the casual eye during these last years. His hair was less abundant, and the hand that had been so strong quavered upon the tough oaken head of the staff on which hefileaned_ thoughtfully. CHAPTER III. AFTER EIGHT YEARS. It was a mellow July afternoon nearly eight years after that Sabbath morn when Lilias Armour walked out of the house-place of Dornal with her finger nails gripped into her palms, and no marriage lines in the bosom of her dress to stir with the fluttering of her heart. Beautiful home dy mg ‘and timing guaranteed w i t Diamond Dyes. 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