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II YottCanTry SAUDI! GREEK TEA WO Write 'Salada*. Toronto, for free sample. BEGIN HERE TODAY The marriage of Dolly and Nig«l Bretherton proves an unhappy one. When war is declared, Nigel is glad to enlist. lie leaves Dolly in the care of his friend, Mary Fumlval. Nigel is killed in action and Dolly marries an old sweetheart, Robert Durham. l>)lly and Robert sail for America and word comes of the sink- ing of the ship on which they took pas.sage. When Nige'.'s older brother, David, calls to see Nigel's widow, Mary is ashamed to tell him of Dolly's mar- riage. David mistakes Mary for his brother's wife and asks her to come to live at Red Grangie with him and his aunt. An acauaintance of Mary's named Evans, faJls in love with her. David and his aunt prepare to welcome M«ry when she comes to live with them at Red Grange. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY. He turned slowly away, drawing the door to behind him before he went down the wide staircase to his own â- tudy. • • • The car had aiready gone to Sel- mont, the nearest station. If the train yraa punctual she ought to bo here In a few moments. Even as he glanced at his watch he beard the motor-horn as the car torned in at the drive. He stopped, irresahite. A servant crossed the hall to open the door. Miss Varney came hurry- ing down the .talr«. "That must be she, David. Oh, dear, I do fee! so nervous!" David looked a little nervous him- self. He pas-xed a hand rather agi- tatedly across the back of his head, and glanced at himself in a long mir- ror that hung on one wall ; but he went forward composedly enough when the car drew up at the .step, and » servant opened the door. A little dying ray of sunshine struggled through the gray sky as Mary Furnival stepped from the car, shining warmly upon her .sweet faeej and black-robed figure. i "Sunshine to greet her! A good^ The two women went away up tht wide staircase together. * • • David Bretherton stood looking after them with a little frown. Sh« was glad to come, he was Bur« of that; the tone of her voice and the tremulous agitation of ber face told him more than an effusion of words could have done. But he remembered how she had avoided meeting his eyes He went into the study, where tea was laid by the Are, and stood looking across the room with thoughtful eyes. CHAPTER XXII. THE BEGINNING OP DIFFICULTIES He made himself very agrreeable during tea-time. Even Miss Varney was a little surprised at the attention he paid to the girl. As a rule he cared little for women, and avoided their company whenever possible. He told Mary that he was looking forward to showing her the surround- ing country. He said that there were many things about the house that would interest her â€" "That is, if you care for old things," he added. "I do, very much," she told him. For the first time her eyes met his. Something in their expression held hers. A little color crept up over his chin. It was David who looked away first. "We have some very fine pictures," he said, rather constrainedly. "We are proud of them, aren't we. Aunt Flor- ence?" He turned again to Mary. "I wonder if you will let me have your portrait added to the gallery? Nigel's is there. I should like his wife's to hang beside hini." Mary had ju.st lifted her cup. It fell from her nerveless grasp to the rug at her feet. She sat looking down I dont mean tb«t I want her to forgiet him â€" but â€" you understand?" "I auppooe it is the best thing to do, Poor child! David, didn't you Mi me her nam» was Dolly?" "I â€" er â€" I really forget; why?" "I asked her what she would lik« me to call her, and she said 'Mary' â€" but I am sure you said that her name was DoMy." "Nigel wrote about her as Dolly; perhaps it was a sort of nickname." David had half turned away, and wa« looking down into the fire. "I shall call her Mary, anyway," Miss Varney asserted. "The other doesn't seem to suit her at all. Dolly!"/ she made a little mouth. "One thinks, of a babyishrlooking girl, not anyone in the least like Mary. David, I'm go- ing to love that girl." David looked around smiling. "Are you?" "I am sure I shall. There's some- thing about her â€" " she broke off. "I suppose you'll be calling me an im- presBionabte old woman?" David put out his hand and took hers. "I think you're the best woman in the world," he said; and stooping, gave her a hearty kiss. Miss Varney smiled, well pleased. She adored her tall nephew; it was her greatest happiness to hear him say that he did not know what he should do without her. She walked to the door and came back. "David," she said in a half whisper, "you're not to dress ' for dinner to- night ; I don't think Mary has any evening frocks." "I don't suppose she haspthey must have led a very quiet life by the look of the flat. Did she like her room?" "She said it was lovely; she had never seen it before. When she came with Nigel, they only went round the grounds, and through the downstairs rooms. You must show her all over the hou.se to-morrow." "If she cares to go." "If she cares to! Why, she's as proud of being a Bretherton as you are! She thinks they're a most won- IDFAL- from her nerveless grasp to the rug. -it it with a .sort of frozen horror on her white face. derful race. Do you really mean to Miss Varney rushed to the rescue, ^avo her portiait added to the gallery, "It doesn't matter â€" it doe.sn't mat- dear? ter in the least," .she declared kindly, "" »h« will allow me to; all the legardless of the fact that the broken Brethertons and their wijes are cup was old Sevres, and almost price- t"<^''e. ]j.j,5 "She is a widow, poor child," said 1 omen," thought Miss V.imey, as she] j-h© rang the bell -for the nuiid. She Miss Varney, sighing, unceremiinioualy brushed David aaido; .^jy;.^ Mary a fresh cup of tea. She' David made no comment, and she and went fonvsird with outstretched laujrhed and chatted and did her be.sl v.'ent softly away, clo.siiig the door, hands. ^ j to cover the girl's painful confusion. I By dinner time Mary sesmed to have "My dear child. I am so glad to sea! Mary began a stammered apology. ! '^'^°^'"''^*^ something of her cheoriness; you! Welcome homeâ€" to Nigel's I ..j jj„, so very sorry. I don't know' ^'^<^'"*' w^ " little white added to the home!" | how it happened. I am not clumsy ! '^"'"bre black of her frock, and she The girl's eyes went post the little j,g j^ rule." ^^'"' "**'â-  ^° P"'*^ lady's kindly face to where David jhoro were tears in her eyes and •tood, and a sort of fear momentarily ;„ ^er voice. filled her eyes. But it was gone im-| ..pipage don't up.set yourself," said miKfiatel/y, and she returned Mi.ss Varney's impulHive ki^.s with warmth. "I am so glad to come, and I think .^..^^ ,„ ^ers. "1 dare say you are It is sweet of you to want me." | tired." Ho looked down at the broken She shook hands with David com- f.„^„,e„tg of delicate china. "I never p.>t;e<lly enough, but .she did not raise .„,.^„j ^^^ the set, anyhow," he said her eye* to his. Her lips were a little. (.„releasly tremu'ous. Now the first flush of| ^\^^ Varney looked up in amaze- excitement had di<'(l away she looked SPORTS FROCKS FEATURE TUB SILKS. As the season progresses, more and more charming frocks of wash silks are ushered in, as the model featured above attests. Here vre have one of the striped silk broadcloths, utilizirisr a plain harmonizing tone for the semd- mannish collar, and patch pockets that feature an inrverted plait and button- down tab. 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Enclose 20c in tiamps or coin (coin preferred; wrap it carefully) for eack numbei, and cddress your order to Pattern Dept, Wilson Publishing Co., 73 West Ade- laide St, Toronto. Patterns. Mnt by return maiL pale and ill. "Tea will \wi all r<Midy when you have taken off your hut. David, I told them to put tea jn your ntlidy- -it's so much more cozy there. You don't mind, do you?" She ilitl not wait for an answer. As David sat at the head of the table, the light from the .shaded lamp falling on his face, she could seo again David kindly. There was u gort of It'iat odd, uncertain likeness to hia deadi remorse in his face as ho saw the dis-' brother that had so upset her that, 'night at the flat; it made her f eel j fanciful; it almo.st seemed as If Nigel were a living presence in the room, watching her, perfectly conscious of what she was doing. She woke from her dreaming with a littlo st.Brt. David was speaking to her; hia Miss Varney looked ment. "Why â€" " she began remembering how many times David had said howl^V^'s met hers with that half depre- much he valued the tea-service, but'^atinK- •^a'*' sympathetic expression stopped, meeting his eyes. "No, you' which she could not quite fathom, never did reall^r like it, did you?" she! "Did you know we had a ghost said hurriedly. 'Did Iwjre? Did Nigel tell you? They spoko on oi\w.r subjects, but' ^^^''V s^*'*'' *><^'' ^^^'^'' « ^«'n* It was obvious that Mary was upset iKl«a»" »' interest crossed her face. (To be continued.) After Every Meal It doesn't take much to keep you in tritxu Nature only asks a little help. Wrigley's, after every meal, benefits teeth, breath, appetite and digestion. A T]av<ir for Every Taste :SSUK N*. 24â€" '31. The Owl. When cats run home and light Is come, And dew is cold ui>on the ground. And the far-off stream Is dumb, And the whirring nail goes round, ..\nd the whirring sail goes round; i Alono and warming his flvo wita, : The white owl In the belfry sits. Tennyson. at what had occurre<l ; as soon as pos sible Miss Varney took her away. "To unpack and rest," she said. "You mu.st be tired after the long journey. Wu ifon't have dinner till half-past seven, so you will have plenty of time." When she came back to the study,' she fimnd David stiil standing whero pho had left him; there was a little I pucker of perplexity l)ctweeu Miss ] Varney's kind eyes as she closed the door and went up to him. | ui o » "Sha isn't a bit as I pictured her,; "" Sy"*!". David. If v.iu remember, Monty- Hbo (at conceit)- Why do you np- I-'inher dehcrilwl her as very pretty,] Pland everything, whether It Is good and rnllier -common, didn't he? Well, T bad?" I <if>n't cal hrr pretty, do you? And "• "Oh, Ihafs an easy one. I ap- â- he'a a lady t<i her finger tips." David shrugged his shoulders. \ •Oh, I think she Is pretty," he said nonchalantly. "Or she would b" if sho didn't look so sad; and she'« most cnrtainly a lady." j ".She adored poor Nigel; upstairs just now, «he put her arms around my neck ami began to cry like a child when ! spoke about him." | "I shouldn't speak of him too much; If I wfro^ou; it doesn't give hor a chance to get over it. Thtv, thing Is' to Ivy and take her thoughts off the subject, don't you think? Of courie, The Road Home. I think of you In a wee white house At the end of a slim, green lane. In a land that is free of care and doubt, Id a land that knows no pain. I think of you with bhie, smiling eyes. But your mouth has a wistful line. An If It longs â€" oh, 1 know it does! â€" For a fleeting touch of mine! 1 think you work In the little house. That the walls may be bright and neat. And I think that you hurry to spread soft nigs. 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