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.3 5 Lzus ‘Qt'filfwiy ,-_-..=, . himself to speak, and fought hard -~""" Elfin-:1»: H ....-. . "up" . ave-.1‘ I .Mm.“\hflnui-k:"nÂ¥fllbn ___-;~.,, ; i ~)!v_ ,. . . i A Tale of Love and Disappointment £0. MOWOWQWMMWJ CHAPTER XII. Far into the night Hare-castle. thought deeply, but he could notl find any solution to his difficulty. One moment he would cry that it was impossible to give up Ethel, placed a hand on each shoulder. _ . “Dearest” he began quietly for and he would determine to hurl dc-- - ’ - ' ’ - fiance at Joel, but then the thought > the sight of her pain had forced him . . , "to control himself, “Fate has dealt of the disgrace would intervene, ' us a cruel blow, an undeserved one. and the struggle once more began. l 1 curse the day we met that I should It hurt him to think that he would bring such misery to you. I know be unable _to offer any excuse for how deeply you love me.” *th breaking 0f the engagement; She sobbed quietly, and drew hcr- He would be compelled to baldly self away from him: an act which announce the fact, and t? leave her brought» vividly to his mind their to draw her own conclusions, which approaching separation. With an must naturally reflect Vitally upon effort she composed herself, and her ’opinion 0f hlm- He cursedi sought to read in his face the mean- Joel s unscrupulousness, and a bitâ€"- ing of what had happened. Coujd t" hatred seized hlm- she have been utterly mistaken in For his father, pity predominat- her judgment of this man? Had she ed. Had the Earl been a younger; built her house on sand, to be swept man, he might have found it difii-l away by the first storm that raged? cult to forgive, but he knew thataNo. She saw tho evident signs of his father would not live for manyl suffering, the lines that had come, years. Then he remembered thatland the tense, drawn expression. e must have borne thissecret forl “What is it, dear one-j What has BO many. bitter years; Wlllh aIlW~90’Eil-c~.onie between ‘us 'l” she asked pitc- the poissibilzlty preselrlit that an un- ously. towar acci ent mig t give it to the ' - world. Many little traits in his fa- b Hbe attempted F0 dials bler to 3mg’ ther’s t r . 18$ _, u s e again iepu se iim. u_ - na u e were esp nee. denly she sank back into a chair, Loathing dishonor as he did, he?‘ ‘ - - and sobbed hysterically. She was found that he could not hate him. a woman not easily moved to tears, Naturally his respect had diminish- ' - ' i Harecastlo drank the bitter cup ed, but luckily for many of us af- mil . as... d... ........_. m rel ZiliféfitfsH:.E’iiid.ttii.titt‘; specs». Hclrzemenlilberedliis filth.“ B ~wavered in his decision to sacrifice goo quai ie-s, ls uniform kmd’ himself. Why should they suffer, nesa to him, and he determined t-0 this cruel torture to save his fa- try hard to forget this stain on his- \Vhy should not the Earl honor. He told himself that he did ‘ther? his eyes. It was like looking at some poor stricken animal, to see her dumb suffering, for she had not uttered a word. i He approached her not know the power_of the tempta- p8‘); thg Pefmlllg ii”. hls 51112::th tion which had assailed his father, 01:0; inhabcarchfgsgiiffdiings g; and ‘E? endeavorfed ti?‘ make every lirhii'efly as he could I He drew him- ossi c excuse -o 1m. - '- p The morning canie, but he would self together, Mfd 011°C. more 3'1)‘ not own to himself that he had come smashed her. '11P violence of-her to a decision. Deep in his heart he YIBBIPIHS was past, and she “at star- kncw that he would have to consent mg m_t'° vacancy. t5 this marriatgee, uiiiless a‘; kind b (‘kVfll you ftoégigokmel” lie askeg rov1 once in rvene an per- ro'en y. -c nows wou formed a miracle. But: he hoped have given mylife to save you this, against hope, and put off the evil but it is forced on me. Say you men-itent until the last possible mo- forinvlc me, dtearest£”f _ ,, h men . “ iave no iing o orgivo, s-c After lunch he came to a sudden said dully. “You gave me a. hap- determination, and drove to Eaton piness, that I did not dream this Square to see Ethel Fetherston. world possessed. Now you have fHe Illrnew. limtb it 1was dangerous, taken itIaway. I{hath all.” B or e mig t e e into saying “Yes have ta'en it away. ut more than he intended. He found with it’ goes my pleasure in life. that she wasnt home, and he en- Will you believe that I have no tered her sitting-room with a nerv~ other alternative l” gusnehss that was very foreign to b “I do lbleliieig: that? bufilyou must is c aracter. e impe c y a erri e power. He seemed to see her with dif- Cannot you tell me? At present ferent eyes, as she slowly approach- liny mind is in chaos. I cannot un- ed him, and raised her face for liisiderstand. I am bewildered. I can- kiss. She radiated happiness, andinot think, I can only fecl~this bit- h: drlew her to hbipi with a passion'ter, bitter, painl.” d I 1 ‘t at e was una e to control. “I cannot exp ain, an can on y CHYlo” mile not cllookifng at all well, implore you tohhave faith in me.” ‘yri s e sai so tly'. She led “I have fait in no one, in no- hiifi t’? a cogluih and sat geside him. thing. 1I cannot riialize it yet-tliat e easto 1is eyes on er beauty. l have ost you. suppose in time Never had her loveliness so appeal- l shall understand,” she said wear- iii to hini' Tile pririiydqf hirdeiies’ ilys1 t k h ' f th e s_wee smie a' imp e er 1e oo er ring rem e en» gheeks. His love surged to his gagement finger, and hold it Silent- eart. 1y towards him. - Her fingers caressed his hair, and “Keep it,” lie said hoarsely. _ he quivered at her touch. A sud- “No,” she ‘said, as she raised it den longing came to him to blurtlto her lips. It has been my sym- plut dthe éwhol: {fusellible story}, bullibOl tofc pkerfect '1Oded fI shall not e are no . or ‘ e secre was swan o e remin e o my misery. not his. No-he must take courage It will be ever present._ Take it.” and be prepared to bear her scorn, She dropped the ring into his re- and to take tho blame on his own luctant hand. _ shoulders. But he could not de- “I had better go,” he said mis- prive hirpschf of these last few mo- erably. d b h merits o appiness. He forced “Yes,” she answers , ut tore was no expression in her voice. “I can’t leave you like this. Say you forgive me.” “I forgive you,” she repeated mechanically. “Speak to me, dearest,” he cried passionately. “Tell me your troubles-I am to “Do you wish me to be joyful? I share them With you,” she saidwill laugh if you like. It is all a softy. ’t 1 t1 INI d H h ‘grim, joke. Perhaps I am dream- “ can ., l ie , are not e ing. said bitterly. “Always remember, I A defiant look came into her eyes, diaries? that) love you with my~but in a moment to be replaced by w o e 'ieing. one of dull despair. "What is the matter, Cyril’! Do . “Ethel, I will give it all up. For- gonfide in me,” she said appealing- get what I have said,” he said des- y, , _ perately_. “I am ll" terrible trouble, and I A wondrous light swept over her fear tlhat I ,capnot adsk1 yo}: 1to share I face, and she jumped joyously to it witi me, ’ ie sai 1118 i ._ - - _ " “What do you mean “l” chi: cried, lhe}‘(Ilei,CtCyi‘il, say it is a bad dream. and a terrified look came into her ‘That you have been joking, and we eyes‘ that pierced him to the quick. are going to be happy together af- “1 do not know how to tell you, ter all,” darling. You Will think me a “Yes, it is a bad joke,” he said blackguard, and justly so, for I defiantly. cannot defend myself. Ethel, I ask you to give me back my word, for. I cannot marry you.” With a startled cry she rose to hearts lic-it in unison. her feet. , ‘ _ her bosom,‘and she looked wildlyinnd their lips met in the ecstasy at him Harccastlc turned away lof their passion. to make his manner as natural as possible. ~ “I am worried, dearest, terribl worried,” he began in a voice that he had difficulty in recognizing as his own. self up to her love. l l l I l W- _~â€"_-_â€"---â€"â€"â€"â€"-~â€"-________-_-___ ______________â€"_____â€"___â€"________ 5118b 11 for: moments she gave her- forced to regard her with renewed She Pfessefilliiitci'est, for it was the first time I herself closely to him, and their |he had seen her, V A radiant!t0 be his- wife. Her hand was pressed to l love beamed on him from her eyes, 3501th Yes, he would choose his own happiness, and Joel could hurl his thunderbolt. His love would be compensation for the dishonor of his name. He strained her to him, and smothered her face in kisses, while she lay peacefully in his arms. But would love compensate? When the blow fell, would she think that he had taken the right course? Would she turn from him, the son of a traitor‘! He knew her upright character and her love of honesty. Would she be content if she knew that her happiness had been pur- chased at the price of his father’s disgrace’? He cursed himself for his weakness, and quietly unfolded side, and her arms from his neck. “It is impossible, Ethel.” “Yes, it would be too good to be true. I must not make your task more than you can bear. We must give it up, Cyril. In my heart I know that you must have some good reason for your action. It is cruel of mo to tempt you.” “Try to forget me. Time heals even such a wound. Perhaps you may meet one who is more worthy of you, but never one who loves you more devotedly.” She shook her head sadly. “I do not change so easily. Until I met you, I thought I should nev- er marry.” . ~- _“So it is to be ‘good-bye.’ ” “Good-bye,” she cried, and she bravely tried to keep back the tears. He took hcr face in his hands, and pressed his lips to her fore- head. She wrenched herself from his arms. 1 “Go, at once,” she cried broken- J'- With one last look, 'Harecastlc left the room, and the closed door shut out her sobs, but they were to ring in his ears for many a long day. He felt benumbed with his misery. When he'left the house rain was falling in torrents. He walked aimlessly on, for he felt that he must be moving, in a vain at- tempt to lessen the pain that was consuming him. . On and on he tramped, until he found himself‘ in an unknown su- burb, where he was compelled to inquire his way. Yes, he had done rightly in mak- ing his sacrifice, and that must be his only comfort. He found himself near a District railway station, and he entered a train to return to town, for he must be in time to keep his apointmcnt with Joel. The carriage was near- ly empty, and he seated himself without looking at the only other passenger, but he was startled by being addressed. “Good afternoon, my lord. It is a miserable day,”'said Ackroyd, for it was he. At first Lord Harccastle did not recognize him. “Let me see-â€"_Mr. â€"--" he began. “We mot in the train, and after- wards at Wolverliolme Castle,” Ackroyd broke in. “Yes, I remember you now,” Harecastle said with an attempt at a smile. Ackroyd was watching him, and noticed the havoc the last few hours had made. He could see the signs of mental suffering, and at once came to the conclusion that Joel had lLSl’. no time in using the letters. _ “Have you seen Mr. Joesph late- ly?” he asked suddenly. “Yesâ€"â€"no. 'Why do you ask'l” Harccastle replied in suspicion. “I have no particular reason, but I understood that you and he are great friends. Every one in the City takes a great interest in him, you know.” . 4 “I suppose so,” Harccastl-e ro- plied indiiferently, and lapsed into silence. Ackroyd was revelling in his restored fortunes, and he was in a most genial mood. He made one or two attempts at opening a p conversation, but Harccastle’s re- plies werc in monosyllablcs, and so he gave up‘ the effort in disgust. But he felt convinced that his com- panion’s evident discomposure was due to Joel, and he would dearly love to have known what was going on. Harecastle left him at Charing Cross with a curt nod, and entered a cab outside. He drove straight to his chambers in the Albany, for the town house was closed. By the time he had had a warm bath, it was five o’clock, and he would soon have to leave to keep the dreaded appointment. Joel was not in when he arrived, and he was received by Mrs. Gold- berg and Rebekah, “My brother has telephoned that he cannot get hcrc till seven-thirty. He wished me to ask you to dine with us, without ceremony,” she added as Harccastle glanced at his morning clothes. Rebekah looked at him shyly, but was very silent. Harecastle was nowtliat she was She made an ab- contrtlst to litlicl's fair beauty; but to an unprejudiced ob- server she ‘.vas none the less charm- .WGS ing. Her fine black hair was smoothly coiled and her finely-arch- ed brows gave her a majestic ap- pearance. Sue was tall, with a splendid carriage, and her figure gracefully rounded. Harecastle felt’ impelled to pay her attention; for lie must under this engagement appear as natural as possible. He was the kind of man who once having consented to a certain course, would pursue it whole-hoartedly. He watched the result cf his words. and felt inde- scribably mean, as her color came and went, showing only too clearly her love for him. Mrs. Goldberg looked on in pcrplexity. Not for one moment did she think that Lord Harecastlcslovcd Rebekah, but she had seen something in his manner that had never before been present. (To be continued.) '1‘ SLEEP FOR SCHOGL CHILDREN Lessons at Night are Bad, Says Sir James Crichton-Browne. Sir James Crichton-Browne, the great authority on mental and ner- vous diseases, has been insisting once more upon the importance of sleep for school children. He said that the day's occupation should be graduated so that the child may slip smoothly into slumber. \Vork demanding much attention should be done'in the morning. Home lessons, as sometimes enforced, were an invention of the evil one for the confusion and disintegra- tion of childhood. They were often the most arduous and exhausting portion of the child's work, carri- ed on without assistance; they mar- red and curtailed the home life; and they poisoned the avenues of sleep, and deteriorated its quality. They strained the attention, stir- red up the emotions in emulation or apprehension, and infallibily in~ duced worry and nervous fidgets. Observation of the public schools and the universities would reveal some strange facts as to the insuf- ficiency of sleep. Dr. Theodore Acland did a great public service, he said, when he directed attention to the fact that in many of the pub- lic schools the hours of sleep were too short. The public schools might retain all that was worthy and in- spiring in their ‘historical customs while setting their house in order as regards cieanliness, ventilation, cubic space, an ample and nutriâ€" tious diet, and a proper allowance of sleep. He had seen disastrous consequences ensue on the lack of sufficient sleep for public school boys. Too much energy was ex- pended on sports, and that arose from the pestilent error that body fag was a corrective of brain-fag. Sleep repaired waste in every or- gan of the body and stored oxygen in the tissues as a reserve fund against the needs of the following day. '14....” 50,000 WITHGUT BREAKFAST. Sad State of Affairs in the World’s Metropolis. A few weeks ago, while the Chris- tian world was making ready for the coming of Christmas time, Lon- don’s Board of Education appro- priated $25,000 for the purpose of feeding hungry school children. The board estimated that 50,000 children were going to school each morning without breakfast. Only a short time before, Man- chester unveiled a ment commemorating an act of bravery in the Boer war, for which Corporal Pitts received the coveted Victoria Cross. Almost at the moment of the un- veiling, when tors were extoling his deed, Cor- oral Pitts, overlooked or forgot- ten, batter-ed into surrender by the blows of an unkind fate, was ap- plying for admission into the Black- burn almshou-oe. Recent investigations made by Lord Northcliffe’s newspapers show an appalling state of affairs. In Glasgow alone 25,000 heads of fami- lies are unemployed, unable to get work. Similar conditions are re- vealed in other cities. Ofiicial statistics show that there are 786,287 registered paupers in London; it is estimated that there are 50,000 empty dwelling houses there. ' London is a city of sharp con- trasts. It is put down as probably the wealthiest city in the world; for example, its property is insured against fire for ovcr $5,200,003,000. At the same time, according to sta- tistics of the county council, of the 7,000,000 or so people in city and suburbs, “one person in every thirty-three is a pauper; twenty persons in every 100 die in a work- houso or workhouse infirmary. Poor relief expenditure has grown to the annual amount of $70,000,â€" 003." M__‘_-_‘~_____n The balance-wheel of an ordin- ary watch swmgs backwards and forwards 2.200 timcs a. minute. ---__-. 1m mun PRINTING BUTTER DIRECT FROM THE CHURN. Whether butter should be print- ed direct from the churn or after l it has cooled a few hours is one of the questions discussed in a recent issue of the New York Produce Ite- vxew. Some correspondents favor one method and some the other. Making up the prints after the but- ter has been hardened in a refrig- erator for some hours tends to lee» sen the loss of moisture and give a print with better edges and one that will wrap and handle better than prints made from the fresh butter. ‘here are machines made now for printing butter and these make the printing of refrigerated butter comparatively easy. There is much to be said on both sides, however, and if the butter is firm and the moisture well incorporated satisfactory work can be done by printing direct from the churn. One correspondent puts the case for rioting after cooling as follows: “Packing the butter in the ‘boxes is the same as packing into tubs, the moisture cannot escape so eas- ily and thus is retained in the but- ter. Butter can be packed into tubs and set in the refrigerator to harden, then the tub stripped and the prints cut into the desired size, but this makes another loss besides the inconvenience of having a lot of odd shapedgpieces left to sell either as bulk butter or to rcpack, which cannot be done satisfactorily when it is hard. Another thing in costly monu-'\ ,and drain it away, silver-tongued ora- . l nice even lot of prints, all of them favor of the box print is that after the butter has become hardened one can obtain a much nicer look- ing printâ€"-'one that has sharp edges and is true on all sides, perfect in its shape. This kind of a print can be wrapped a great deal better, easier and nicer, and makes a neat- er appearing package to present to the consumer, which goes a long way on building up and retaining a reputation for the creamery goods. In shipping prints locally or to eastern markets,‘ it adds con- siderably to the price of the, but- ter if upon opening up a box the dealer and purchaser ‘both see a fold-ed with cream-cut and sharp points, all lying the same way ei- ther on ends or fiatways. The same applies to tub butter; the appear- ance goes a good way with a pro- spective buyer. _ ' “This cannot be obtained when the butter is printed direct from the churn, as one cannot print it unless it is in decent shape to handle. Tiien one cannot turn out as nice a sharp-edged print, nor will it wrap so easily as it will af- ter being let stand in boxes to harden. Of course, with th-c 24.- .poundprinters having the butter upon expanding trays, it can be set away to harden, but at the same time the butter is exposed to the conditions of the air in the refrig- erator whether good or bad.” SAVING LioUiD MANURE. Save the liquid manure-every drop of it. Urine contains a large percentage of the fertilizmg con- stituents of the animal’s excreta. To lay tile from the stable gutter is to drain away of the farm- every year a portion or the farm value, which is much‘ the same thing. Straw, sawdust, air-dried muck, land-plas- ter and raw ground phosphate rock effective absorbents, which contain in ‘themselves -a greater or less quantity of one or another of the elements of fertil- ity. Lacking any of the above ab- sorbents, horse manure may be .uscd to advantage in the gutters of the cattle stable, though this is not to be recommended for a stable ‘where milking cows are kept. Where the horse manure is not used in this way, it is desirable to throw the surplus liquid of the cat- tle stable onto the horse-manure pile. pxl STRANGE SUPERSTITION. Italy has a remarkable superstiâ€" tion. It is believed that'dire mis- fortune will befall thc present inon~ arch, if the chamber of the dead king be interfered with till at least two generations have passed. Therefore, the room of the late King Humbert at the Quirinal is shut, no one except members of the royal family being permitted to cnâ€" tor it. Thus it will remain, silent and unused, like the apartment of King Victor Emanuel, King Hum- bert’s father, whichis just as it was at the time of his death, about 3O yours ago. ....._ vl<_ -W ...._. There are about 400 members in the 27 Royal families in Europe. Of these 27 families, 18 are German. 0,5,5 T ,_.~I H l‘ 7/ ‘HAv a} J1. ‘WW 7*, >.'1§%r<!¢;a__,_ . ._ wk,» -.=“--.-â€"- aux-aw 1 p10,. _/./-../.;n 1"’;“‘ ~L~.‘- 3 I‘ fag/all‘ ,“ 1*" ' "awn-Inst ,f-LEAJXAJMAA .. . _.‘. ""5 . .1 qt.‘ .r n r. if 41 Iv ..._._. .“4 - “ 'lr\"‘vk~°,‘“u*v§7‘x“v54‘ ~.a.~>.~.-c.~..~cs. ‘(it . -'- -l.' ., Hanan. Mam w __aa Mdavdq