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W ar are« ne f going falâ€" be elts h the is open to all, to get there en usines$ s point randed the job ze you, are big aven 8 ne im att stmgd lead in isSAge me and LF a t ut e« bed In W aV RV VH t t () <l€ W er fhre. xcept for uildings T D ffre mR EV e e on o oo imn inces of their dvoiang this were not uch better than those of an exâ€" rt golf player dropping the ball rectly into the hole with a drive m the tee. Even the numerous d each vear marketing the cockâ€" e!s of the hatch as brotlers. Others combine egg farming with ecat growingâ€"selling the eggs at sceason of the year when they ing the highest prices, and turnâ€" x them into table poultry when ie vnrice falls below a certain figâ€" It is a good plan to have an @Xxâ€" tra acre or two which can be deâ€" voted to tree fruits and â€" growing vegetables. What eannot be conâ€" sumed by the family may be sold to nearby residents. The garden will help considerably to paY the houseâ€" hold expenses. Other Means of Income. On one poultry farm five acres are used. Two of these are devotâ€" ed to poultry, one to & vegetable garden, and one to peach trees. The living expenses in summer are virtually paid by the vegetables consumed and sold, so that out of the profits from the poultry only the winter household expenses must be drawn. When the “‘m crop comes in there is & profit to pay the heavy bills, like ~taxes, insurance, repairs, etc. This ‘arm is not only making a good living for N rman n\iy THE FRENCH REACKH rn 10 MBAERTZYDE. ab the â€" road between La Panne and‘ d» was full of people â€" going ways. â€" Pierre offered a ride ree women, the eldest at least but with cheeks as hard and as apples. They Jaughed and 1 with Pierre and paid no more ition to the bursting shells toâ€" is which we were driving than he cutting ice blowing into faces. They had arrived at wint of view of soldiers toward hre : There is no use paying attention to it. The shells you do you no harm. If you are 1 by one you never know it. rectly ahead of us, as we passâ€" mrough Coxyde‘s mudâ€"splashed lings into the road beyond, ming with dirty slush, lay Dunkerke, and the area unâ€" fire. The country was open pt for the bare clusters of lings and the scrub brush in dunes, but, scattered through country over which we were ing, there were whole batteries ‘rench guns, mostly General re‘s _ favorite “seventy-fives." could hear their sharp ‘"ping‘"‘ ibout us, but we knew no more heir whereabouts than did the man aviators who M: uch a bombardment of shrapâ€" every day trying to locate them. am running no danger of giving v a military secret in saying \ were buried and the only way German shells could reach them to drop directly on them. The it ND rning the French troops their fhirst permanent footâ€" Lombaertzyde, on the Belâ€" st. the morning the slow | movement of the A“i'.l e low â€" countries T, The Cossack," a ll . an open Flemish cart the lines of French and treaches on the Yser, and, ve knew it, were within a s of the German outposts. ssack was a sharpshooter out, and, though a canâ€" by enlistment, he always it along the enemy‘s lines wl came back with accurate tion of the enemy‘s moveâ€" Y WHITE" is e white Com ) â€"more deliâ€" in flavor thamn dition to the Front. mompooppaopm i would is ready to serve over all kinds of Puddingsâ€" makes a new and attractive dish of such an old favorite as Baked A']’,gletâ€"in far cheaper than butter or preserves when spread on breadâ€"and is best for Candyâ€"making. ASK YOUR GROCERâ€"In 2, 6, 10 ano 20 us. Tins. THE CANADA STARCH CO., LIMITED spiesâ€"one with an American passâ€" port that belonged to some one elseâ€"had not been able to give the German gunners any information that helped them get the range. So they were dropping shells over the whole area, where they believed the batteries to be, in the hope of silencing an occasional gun. Between Oostâ€"Dunkerke and Nieuâ€" port there are a few patches of wood, offering cover. The hidden French guns were thicker here. The Germans, knowing this, were giving it the most severe shelling. In every shelled area in which 1 had been before it was possible to pick a comparatively safe course by watching the exploding shells and sceing whether they were breaking any nearer. Here they were dropâ€" ped here and there, as if by the caprice of the ~gunners, and you were about as unsafe in one place as another. When I expressed my 'apprehenaion.a Pierre replied, "Neâ€" ver mind, we shall soon be in too close for shellâ€"fire." At a turn in the muddy road we came upon a oneâ€"roomed Flemish farmhouse which was serving as a held hospital. All about it in a widening circle were the graves of the men who had died there, each grave marked with a wooden cross bearing the soldier‘s name. "We get very few wounded here,""‘ a young surgeon told me.| 1 "‘The men from the trenches are| c usually carried past. _ We have|s mostly gunners, and they are so| j well ~protected in their underâ€"| | ground shelters that they get hurt | j only when‘ a shell breaks through | : their shelter. If it breaks ten feet| : to one side, they are untouched.|. If it breaks right on them they are| torn all to pieces. The four men| with this gunner," said the surâ€" geon, pointing to a huddled mass, ‘ "were all killed outright." Our road into Niewport ran parâ€" allel with the railroad and the caâ€" nal. Here was the second line of trenches, and, as soon as we reachâ€" ed it, we could see Lombaertzyde, scarcely a mile away in & direct line. Though I looked carefully I could not see a sign of life. For that matter the trenches, past which we were driving, might have been empty, except for one soldier who showed his head. I offered him some little French cigars out of a faifly large box, and, within ten seconds, heads, then bodies and legs, began to appear from the whole line. All were wearing saâ€" | bots, into which many had stuffed straw for warmth. All were plasâ€" tered with mud. | _ Gouged with Machineâ€"gun Fire. | Nieuport itself, ripped and gougâ€" ed with machineâ€"gun fire, where it had not been crumpled by bursting | shells, did not even offer us a passâ€" ~| able street. Finally we rumbled across the bridge over the canalâ€" I| locks, the turning of which _ had l flooded all the terri‘tor{' be‘t)'v_ve»e‘n h the YÂ¥ser Canal and the Y and, twisting among the the pavement, drove at a the northeast on thg“clev; EAnnesie o es o the Â¥ser Canal and the Xser River, and, twisting among the holes in the pavement, drove at a nangle to the northeast on the elevated road to Lombaertzyde. The :(fen fields on both sides were flooded, and the only building of importance beâ€" tween the two towns was a pretenâ€" tious house. which had been blown into a grotesque shape. Its groâ€" tesqueness was in keeping with its surroundings. â€" The country lay dead, with no one in sight. Even the trenches we had just passed were hidden behind the railroad tracks. Over on the edge of the sand dunes to the left, we knew there must be thousands of French soldiers "dug én" agaim‘st ‘thehrawi‘:l Calsiate uar en viire Sonaere â€" P C c s s i a and protected from attack by banbâ€"| ed wire entanglements eoncealed in the rolling dunes, and behind |â€" the lowâ€"lying road to the right, a halfâ€"mile across the flooded fields, was the first line of â€" German trenmnches. But all we could see was the highway to St. Georges. _ Just before we reached â€" Lomâ€" baertzyde we passed the forward French trenches, shallower â€" and less protected than the others. Over toward the sand dunes we could see they were occupied by erouching, alert figures. but â€" the trenches under the sheiter of the town itself were empty. The comâ€" panies that had occupied them the night before were in the town around fires in the houses. As they heard the crunch of the cart wheels and the pounding of the horse‘s hoofs they came to the doors and windows. They were the most unâ€" kemptâ€"looking soldiers I have ever seen. Their beards were straggly and uncombed, and they were covâ€" ered with a muddy paste. Their knees and elbows were crusted deep | with it, and it was even in their | bair and on their e.rl But that ;hndnotbtthon rom entering Lombnrtxy& and beginning one | of the first consistent aggressive | movements of the Allies. 1 P U h amntaliemat" Acrv Snd Just before we _r€ baertzyde we passed French trenches, . sh less prot.ected than Over towart.i the sa moveme ies 2t o0 O They were £0o astonished to see us thare, as they told us afterward, they did not attempt to warn us from driving on. We were well into To thrntnt tmrn us I Soubdit a to the next turn I see & ‘ragged hole: in the blank wall of & ce o the Nee race a sickly feeling. m&o muzzle ~of_ a machinegun was pointed. . Though there was not & uniform or ‘helmet in sight, I|4 ?_ond the Germans were etill | » ‘ding the other end of the street. | ] The gunners could evidently see only me, but if we had gone forâ€"| f ward another two feet, Pierre]; would have been in sight, and the| machineâ€"gun would have opened fire. His Belgian uniform would have drawn fire where my civilian elothes did not. Directly behind us, as I noticed | / as soon as we had backed and ‘ Clawed Our Way Out of that line of fire, the buildings were gouged so deep by the bulâ€" lets from the machineâ€"gun that the ‘| walls were, at points, almost cut |away. All night, the French solâ€" : | diers told us, the German gunners ; | had kept the muzzle swinging in a i| narrow arc, making the street imâ€" ,| pagsable. It had not taken any » | French lives, but had prevented a 1| rush. The town had to be captured {| house by house. Each house in line was rushed by a squad from beâ€" 2 hind. This, too, had to be done in ;| the dark to prevent the invaders , | from being seen. As soon as they & | forced their way through the imâ€" ‘g provised barricades at windows and 3 | doors, they threw a light in each q | room with a hand searchlight, and y | Killedâ€"every one they encountered. y | Unless a man had his hands in the d air there was no time to learn what € his intentions might be. They had _ | worked their way to a house less [‘e than fifty feet from the machineâ€" u | gum and on the street behind held ce the house in the rear of it. They y | were waiting fo~ night to make the 5_ | final dash and clear out that end of ‘_| the town. We were standing on the narrow sidewalk talking and Pierre had walked nearly to the turn in the street. Suddenly he waved to us eagerly, his face alight with pleased excitement. ‘"Come h.ere,L” 2 m coe s apne n ue he said, "I hear some voices in the cellar. _ W‘ll either get a drink down there, or some German solâ€" diers." + Without stopping to see if we were followed, he pushed opem the door and plunged down a flight of stairs to the left. Before we could get past the door we could hear him shouting menacingly and loud guttural cries in . response. He was shouting in Flemish, and the answering cries were in German. At the top of the stairs he hafl_cn- countered three German soldiers coming up, and now, with his carâ€" bime covering the three, he was bullying them into throwing down their arms by bawling into their faces. ‘The CGermans evidently knew they were trapped and preferred to surrender. But the Cossack was enjoying himself making threats. As far as I could make out, he was promising to shoot them out of, hand, and I was afraid he meant it. Finally he agreed he would let them go if they had any children. The first two cried loudly they had three apiece. The third said he had two, and produced a photoâ€" graph to prove it. So Pierre agreed to let them live for the sake of their children. 4 We found one street by which we could get to the centre of Nieuport, and there encountered some of the mechanics attached to the English naval flying corps. â€" They invited me into a tower where, they said, wasa we could see the effect of the canâ€" nonâ€"fire. Stumbling up a circular stairâ€" case in a tower which, I fancy, had been nearly dark inside, before the German shells let in daylight, we came out on a parapet from which we could ERiice nc3 9 us, too, in a minute.‘‘ I think I slid down most way al Pierre, we BE Esn S C es‘s s e t we had wound our way out through t.hedebriaott«hebownitbo‘mto said it was getting we made ofi._for the Sce the German Trenches comobi ;w“i" (8 was not sorry when + was Wlitin‘ below, getting late and time tss as 6 4e of the know. ‘Theyâ€"the Americansâ€"all claim to be nobly born, I beliere. They recognisze no such caste distinctions as we do. Miss West beare a patent of nobility in her West beare a patent ol nOD! face," eaid Lancaster, kindly. I200, SwIQ ECECHWUER, MCYE + "Does she not, the little darling? What a sweet good nature beams in hor little face. And, after all, it is our own poet laureate who says: "Yet I think you will find it hard to brin" the rest of the De Veres to awbscribe to Tennyson‘s verse," . Lancaster said, anxiously. _ _ _ a "They will e‘en have to. I shall please myseM. if I canâ€"mark that, lad. So you needn‘t scold any more, old fellow, for I am in dead earnest to make Leonora Mre. H. De Vere," laughed the young soldier. "You are the arbiter of your own desâ€" tiny. Enviable fellow!" grumbled Lanâ€" caster. "I never knew what a lucky fellow I was until now," agreed De Vere. "It was fortunate for me that I had a bachelor uncle in trade, and he left me his fortune when he disd. I can snap my fingere at my family if they eut up about my choice." "Yes," Lancaster said, dryly. "Ah, you are just thinking to yourself what ‘a dude I am!‘ exclaimed De Vere, suddenly. "Here I am talking «o conâ€" fidontly about my choice, when I do not even know if she will look at me. What do you think about it, eh? Do I stand any chance with her?" . bek ty ty s aag Howe‘er it be, it soeme to me, "Tis only noble to be fid: Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood "| The Lady of ‘Lancoustir ; "No; Her mother was an American, you 12105 00 5 . 00 d ids i t "If she were a society girl, I whould say you stood no chance of being refused. No girl who had been properly educated by Madame Fashion would say no to ten thoueand a year and a title in prospecâ€" tive," Lancaster replied, with econviction. "You are putting my personal attrac« tions quite out of the question," said Do Vero, chagrined. "Because they are quite secondary :o your more solid recommendations," éarâ€" castically. "lfnd. after all, you have not said what {‘o think about my chances with Miss V eat." "I do not know what to say, because I do not at all understand her. Yot if aho is poor, as of course she must be, and beâ€" ing lowly born, as we know, she could not do better than take you, if she is worldly wise "You talk about my worldly advunla:u‘ very eynically, Lancaster. Do you not think that I might be loved for myself ?" inquired De Vere. pulling at â€" his dark moustache vexedly, and wondering it he (Lancaster) believed himself to be the only handsome.man in the world. "Why, yee, of course. You‘re not bad looking. You have the smallest foot in the regiment, they say, and the whitest hand, and your moustache is superb," Lancaster roplied, laughing, for from hie superb sizo and manly beauty he rather despised amall dandies: and De Vere, feeling enubbed, he scarcely knew why, retired within himself after the dignified reply : "I humbly thank you, Captain Lancas:â€" ter; but I was not fishing for euch weak compliments." CHAPTER XHL Miss West sccepted the steamerâ€"chair, the rugs, the wraps, and the books with unfeigned pleasure, and buried herself ‘n the volumes with a pert-inu'i(‘f that was very d‘ccouraging to her ardent wooer. She wearied of the blue aky and the blue ocean, the everlasting roll of the ship, the faces of her fellowâ€"voyagers, of everyâ€" thing, as she averred, but the books. They had a fair and prosperous journey, and overy sunny day Leonora might be seen rain with a fresh violence. We passed a continuous string of covâ€" ered trenches beside tihe“road and another set along the railroad emâ€" bankment. The road was six inches deep in soft slush® seeping off into the trenches. Behind were ditches full of water and back of them the sodden fields pitted with shell holes, full also to the brim with water. It was as dreary and depressing a sight as an ensmy could ask, and the soldiers gathered together in shelters were dreary, too, if not depressed. _ These _ were Belgian trenches here, and it takes a good deal to keep a small group of Belâ€" gians glum. § x : Do nR oen C We came shortly to the farm, where Pierre found the coal as he expected. A small body of infanâ€" trymen with a mitrailleuse â€" were resting their dogs there before, slipping forward under cover of the approaching night to another deserted farm house. They were muddy and wet and their faces showed the strain pf hardship. One gave me his military coat to lift and it weighed, I judged, thirty pounds. He had not been able to get it dried out for days. I comâ€" miserated with them on the weariâ€" ness of their task. p * ‘l/‘ultrv-is"--\;'-eél;g'. indeed,"‘ _ one of them â€" replied, sadly. ‘"Here we have flooded this country and we cannotwg‘é?;cr_('ms; it ourselves now. We hoped to have the King back T m iE se‘ Nee L in Brussels by Christmas." Pierre helped himself to a load of coal, and then we went load of coal, and then we went on, It was almost four o‘clock and nearly dark. y CHAPTER XII.â€"(Continued) At a temporary bridge across the Â¥ser Canalâ€" near Ramscappelle, we had to back out of the way to make room for two ‘automobiles. This Pierre did grumbling, and the horse stubbornly. The first autoâ€" mobile had already ‘passed when SPPUITRTR . MMCI O CCR Lo ce one of the officers in the tonneau caught sight of, me, and stopping it, |. jumped out. Pierre recognizing a| general, gave a short account of how he got the coal, but the genâ€" eral was interested in me. He was willing enough to accept Pigrre‘s explanation of his being responsiâ€" ble for me. The second automobile came up behind and stopped a moment to give the general time to return to his seat. Two men were sitting in the tonneau, both silent. The nearest I recognized even in the poor light. It was the King, whom I had not seen before on this visit to the Belgian army. But no one could have recognized him from his photograph. He was ho longer the spruce young man who â€" walked briskly down the aisle in the Belâ€" gian parliament that day last Augâ€" ust and threw his gauntets on the: desk before him as he declared his | defiance to the invading German army. His hbair had grown long \ and hung over_ his collar. His | blond moustache, too, was long and bughy. His faceshad set into DOvERQ RRRTUWIE As he passed on, Pierre and I erossed the makeshift bridge and. turned west on the broad highway, the beautiful road the "old king"" built so his automobile could go faster from Ostend to Paris. severe Sutt , Reonora West‘s‘Love. worldly advantages a full on deck. but whether walking or citting, she always bad a book in her hand in whose p:g:c ghe persistently buried hetâ€" self at approach of any one with whom she was disinclined to ta‘lk. In this discouragi state of things De Vere‘s wooing w:: but elowly, and Lancasters acquaintanccship p.mrfselc‘l _no further P apret wAs Cl Aening beri Sininv actatntire 7. 41 90â€" e /. P94 W i I than a _ ceremonious “Good-mornmg. "Goodâ€"evening," "Can I be of any set® to you?" and similar etilted galutations, to all of which Leonora replied with .2 quietness ani constraint that put a check on further conversition. No one could complain that she gave any trowble; she was quiet, courteous, and genue. and there were two pairs of eyes that followed the demuze, blackâ€"robed figure everywhere upon the deck, and the owners of the eyes wished, perhaps, that she wou‘d call on them for more attention, more services, so oblivious did she seem of the fact that they waited. axsiduously :upon her lightâ€" est command. wh wTmd MAOBARCE mR PRRTICCC It did not matter; indeed, it was much better so, he told himself, and yet he chafed sometimes under her peculiar manâ€" ner. He did not like to be treated wholly with indifference, did not like to be enâ€" tirely ignored, as if she had â€" forgotten him completely. So one day when De Vere lo!led in his stateâ€"room, he went and stood behind her chair where she cat reading. It was one uUV on To e se IPRIgTC PRRCNC Bm mm CCR Eo es deas of the poets of his own land whose book she held in her hand, and the fact emâ€" boldened him to say: _ _ _ . _, _, PL uiLc h d We w a mt s\ d "You like English authore, Miss West. Do you think you shall like England?" She lifted the bluegray eyes calmly to his face. "No," she replied, concisely. He fluched a little. It was his own naâ€" tive land. He did not like to hear her «ay she should not like it. "That is a pity, since you are going to make your home there," he said. . io cadit 4 4 208. endP rcavts dn +o\ e "I am not at all sure of that," she anâ€" swered, putting her white forefinger beâ€" tween the pages of her book, and turning squarely round to look at him as he talkâ€" ed. "Perhaps if I can not bring myself to like England, I may gereuade my aunt to come to America with me." "Lady Lancaster would die of chagrin if you did," he replied, hastily. He saw a blush color the emooth cheek, and wiched that he had thought before he spoke. : "She is poor and proud. She does not like to be reminded that her aunt is 4 " Amabe iesA Aiteghare Ciks! ARRPC TD MB ORMOTCCO o w qds servant at Lancaeter Park," he ea‘id, pity» ingly, to himself. And he recalled De Vere‘s intentions with a seneation of generous pleasure. Leonora, with her fair face and her eulâ€" tured mind, would be lifted by her matâ€" riage into the ephere where she rightly belonged. Then she wou‘ld like England Ibetter UOUUCT} "I have been reading your . poet lauâ€" reate," @he eaid. "I was much struck by these lines: ‘Howe‘er it be, it seems to me, "Wig only noble to be good: Kirnd hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.‘ I should not have thought an English poet would write that," she went on. "I thought England was too entirely governâ€" ed by the laws of caste for on@ of her peoâ€" ple to give free utterance to euch a danâ€" gerous sentiment." "You must not jadge us too hardly," he said, hastily. Ignoring his feeble protest, she continuâ€" ed: "My papa was English, but he was not of what you call gentle birth, Capâ€" tain Lancaster. He was the son of a most unlucky tradesman who died and left him nothing but his blessing. So papa TAN away to America at barely twentyâ€"one. He went to California to seek hi@ fortune, and he had some good luck and some bad. When he had becn there a year he found a nugget that was quite a fortune to him., Bo he married then, and when I was born my pretty young mamma died. After. that he lived only fo: me. We had many iupfi and downsâ€"all miners . haveâ€"some: times we were quite rich, sometimes very poor. But I have been what you call well educated. I know Latin and French and German, and I have studied music. In America, I can move in quite good society but in your countryâ€"" «he paused and fixed her clear, grave eyes on his face. "Well?" he eaid. "In England," she said, "I shall, doubtâ€" less, be relegated to the same position in society as my aunt, the housekeeper . at Lancagster Park. Is it not so?" Enmigh OSR OAT Y DWLC He was obliged to confecs that it was true. "Then is it likely I shall love England?" she said. ‘No; I am quite too American for that. Oh, I dare say you are diegustâ€" ed at me, Captain Lancaster,. You are wroud of your deccent from a long line of ed at me, Captain LANCAISUCE, J900. E10 proud of your descent from a long line of proud ancestry." _ She looked down at her book and read on, aloud: " ‘I know you‘re proud to beat your name, Your pride is yet no mate for mine, Too proud to care from whence I came. " He knew the verse by heart. Some imâ€" pulce stronger than his will or reason prompted him to repeat the last two lines, meaningly, gazing â€" etraight into the sparkling, darkâ€"gray eyes with his proud. blue ones: ® " ‘A simple maiden in her flower Is worth a hundred coats of arms." The gray eyce, brave as they were, could not bear the meaning gaze of the blue ones. They wavered and fell. The long laghee drocped against the cheeks that firshed rosy red. She ehut up the . book with an impatient sigh, and said, with an effort at selfâ€"poceecsion : "Â¥You shall gee that I will bring my aunt home to America with me, Captain Lancagster." e "Perhape so; and yet I think ahe loves Englandâ€"as much, I dare «ay, as you do T!'T she wou‘ld like England ONTARIO ARCHIVES TORONTO word you s«‘d to cach <ther there in moonlight." For the second time «ince he had met Leonora Weet, Captain Lancaster dovoud“‘ wighed that the earth would open up @ hide him from the sight of those gray: blue eyes. uy K 4 3 L6 Pradiow‘ "I heard every word," she repeated, and | ° :g;h?mory few back uxioml;; to that "Oh, impossible!" he cried. *"You had retired. We were alone.‘ § The fair cheek flushed warmly. 1 "I shal! have to confes," she said. "But you must not judge me too hardly, Capâ€" tain Lancaster." 1 "He looked at her expectantly. > "I will tell you the truth," she said. "% went early to my stateâ€"room, because 1 was tired of Lieutenant De Vere. I want: | , ed to be alone. But it was so warm and | * close in my room. I could not breatho | 1 freely. 80 I threw a dark shaw! over me | ; and went out on deck again. There was no one there. I sllnod around in the | ] shadow of the whee‘house and sat down." "And then we cameâ€"De Vere and L," said Lancaster. I "Â¥es," swhe replied. "I was frightened | , at first, and shrunk closer into the darkâ€" necs. I did not want to be found out. 1| ! thought you would smoke your cigars and |â€" go away in a little while." There was a minute‘s silence. "I wish I had been a thoueand miles away!" the captain thought, ruefully, to himeel{. ‘So then you commeiced to talk about me," continued Leonora. "I ought not to have listened, I know, but I could not make up my mind to interrupt you; it would ‘have been so embarrassing, yOU know. 8o I kept still, hoping you would uw\g every minute, and thus I heard all." "You heard nothing but kindnessâ€"you must grant that, at least," he aaid. The red lips curled at the corners, wheâ€" th‘c;r with anger or feeling he could not tell. "You were very condeccending," «ho eaid, in a quiet, very demure little voice. "Now, you wrong usâ€"you do, indeed, Mias West," he cried, hotly. ‘"We said the kindest things of you. You must own 1 that Lieutenant De Vere paid you the | highest compliment man can pay to woâ€" | man. f A beautiful blueh rose into the dair face | and her eyes drooped a moment. 4 "While we are upon the subject," he continued, hastily, "Jet me a%eqk a word | for my friend, Miss West. e is quite in earnest in his love for you, and _ you . | would do well to listen to his euit. He is .| in every way an unexceptional suitor. There is everything in favor of him, perâ€" ; | eonally, and he is of good birth, is the \ | heir to a title, and last, but not least, ‘| has ten thousand a year of his own." _ "Enough to buy him a more fitting bride s | than Mré. West‘s niece," ahe said, with .| some ‘bitterness, but more mirth, in her . | voice. A "Who could be more fitting than the y | one he has chcsen?" acked Lancaster. . d "It would be a mesalliance," whe eaid, AAUQ.W Aens â€"&ulUâ€"amn ‘W‘u‘ Tace Cas she "Who could be more Atling INA" . *"~ one he has chosen?" acked Lancaster. "It would be a mesa‘liance," she eaid, with her eyes full on his face as «he quoted his words. "In the world‘s eyesâ€"yes," he answered, quiely. "But if you love him and b* loves you, you need not care for the world," he said; and he felt the whole force of the words as he spoke them. He eaid to himself that any man who could afford to enap his fingers at fortune and marry Leonora West would be blecsed. She listened to his words calmly, and with an air of thoughtfulnces, as if whe were weighing them in her mind. "And so," ehe eaid, when he had ceased wpeaking, "you advice me, Captain Lanâ€" caster, to follow up the good impression I have made on your friend, and toâ€"t0 fall into h‘s‘arms as «oon 88 he asks me?" He gave a gasp as if she had thrown wold water over him. . MRURURT C OLL 03 ce ns Codbrie cold watet SrET 2008 "Pray do not understand me as advie ing anything!" he cried, hastily. "I mereâ€" ly showed you the advantages of such a marriage; but, of course, 1 have no perâ€" sonal interest in the matter, 1 am n0 matehâ€"maker." "No, of course not," eurtly; then, with a eudden total change of the subject, «he said: "Aren‘t we very near the end of our trip, Captain Lancaster?" "You are tired?" he asked. "Yes. It grows monotonous after the first day or two out," whe replied "Â¥You might have had a better time . if you had let De Vese and me amuse yOu," he eaid. "Oh, I have been amused," she replied, frankly; and he wondered within himself what had amused her, but did not. ask. She had a trick of saying things that chagrined him, because he did not under «tand them, and had a lingering euépiâ€" cion that she was laughing at hbim. _‘"We shall see the end of our journey toâ€" morrow. if we have good luck," he c‘u.id. 100 04:L0 2t alang "Oh, | frank!y what h: She ha« morrow, 14 We "7"" PW Wation of ple and ehe uttered an exclamation of pleas ure. "8q eoon? Ah, how glad I am! I won: der," reflectively, "what my aunt will think about me." "She will be astonished for one thing," he replied. F8 "Why ?" "Becavse 1 think ehe s# expecting .A child. She will be curprised to «ee & young lady." "Poor papa!" & sigh; "he always called me his little girl. That ie how the miéâ€" take has been made. Ab, Captain Lanâ€" caster, I can not tell you how much I mige my father!" OR3 0_ s i2 ihe wanne vaolce. There was a tremor in the youNUR *0°" His heart thrilled with pity for her dloneâ€" liness. "I hbope your aunt will be «o kind to you that she will make up to you for his loss," he eaid. "Tell me something about her," . seaid Leonora. "I am afraid I can not tell you much," he answored, with some embarraecment. "She is a good woman. 1 have heard Lady Lancaster eay that much." "Of course, you can not be expected 19 know much about a mere housekeeper," with a distinet inflection of bitterness in her voice. ‘"Well, then, tell me about Lady Lancaster. Who is «he ?" "She is the mistress of Lancaster Park."‘ "Is ahe nice?" * "She is old and ugly and croes and very i@ @OU TRU C700 Cln Aafine it?" "1s @ne MNDCT "She is old and ugly and cross and very. rich. Je all that nice, as you define it ?" "No; only the last. It is nice to be rich, of course. That goes without eay ing. Well, then, is there a master?" "A‘master ?" vaguely. "Of Lancaster Park, I mean." "Oh, yes." 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