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fl n "It‘s aâ€"good idea, if well worked out. But there‘s no finesse jn it. It‘s too simple, if it has any fault. And the girl may see through it, alâ€" though that‘s not likely. People Who are guilcless thefiselves aré not apt to suspect guile in others. We shall have no difficulty with her. The only one who can balk our plans is that obstinate boy of mine, whom I have not seen since he shut himself up iA his chamber. I must know his decision before I move a step furâ€" ther in this business. Of course he will yield to me; he has never dared pit his will against minc, and say to my face that he would not obey me. Poor weak . coward! If he dares cling to that girl he married, I‘ll risk the exposure and disgrace, and have the marriage legally set aside on the ground of his minority. â€" By heaven, if he dares to beard me, he shall find me a Â¥ry tigert‘* He set his teeth together and his breath came hissingly between them as he strode heavily along the vilâ€" lage street and approached the Wyndham inn. He saw that his own rooms were lighted, and that . the room that he had assigned his son was dark. The fear came to him ‘that Rufus had stolen away and reâ€" turned to his young wife with the mad idea of flying with her, and, with a muttered curse upon the boy, he hurried into the inn and sped swiftly up the stairs, halting at his son‘s door, with his hand on the knob. It did not yield to his touch. The door was locked from within. Rufug must be within that darkened chatnâ€" ber, and as this conviction came to him Craven Black recovered all his eoolness and selfâ€"possession. . He crossed the hall into his own room and procured a lighted lamp, and then returned and knocked loudly on his son‘s door. No voice answered him. No sound came from within the room. It was still early upon the evenâ€" ing of Neva‘s return to Hawkhurst when Oraven Black tvook his leave of the handsome widow and set out upon his walk to Wyndham. ‘The summer night was filled with a fl“ pleasant gloom; and the songe _the nightingales, the mrpl:‘;ul drumming of | insects in the Hawkâ€" hurst park and plantations, made the air imusical. But ‘Craven Black gave no heed to these things as he strode malong over the hilly road. His wind Was busy with the scheine that had been suggested to himâ€"that evening by Lady Wynde, and as he hurried along, he muttered: ‘‘Can he have committed suicide?"‘ Craven Black asked himself, with a sudden fluttering at his heart. ‘‘He was desperate enough, but I hardly think he could have been such a fool as that.‘" & â€" He shook the door loudly, but eliciting no reply, he stooped to the keyhole, and cried, in & clear, hissâ€" ing whisper: ‘‘Rufus, _ open this door, or I‘ll break it in! I‘ll arouse the whole house. Quick, I say! Be lively!" There was faint stir within the room, as if a tortured wild beast were sluggishly turning in his cage, and then an unsteady step crossed the floor, and an unsteady hand groped fecbly about the door, seekâ€" ing the key.. The bolt suddenly shot back, and then the unsteady steps retreated a few paces. Craven Black opened the door and entered the room, closing the portal behind him. He set down his lamp, and his light eyes then sought out the form of his son. Rufus _stood in the centre of the room, _ his eyes covered with one hand to shade them from the sudden light, his figure drooping and abject, his head bowed to his breast, his mouth white and drawn with lines of pain. It seemed as if years had passed over his head since the mornâ€" ing. Itâ€" would have been scarcely possible to trace in this spiritless, slouching figure, in this white, hagâ€" gard face, the boy artist who had left Chis young wife that morning. All the brightness, elastjcity â€" and youth scemed gone from him, leaving only a poor broken wreck. _ "*Oh, father,‘" said the young man hollewly, ‘‘will you not have mercy upon meâ€"upon her?" . _ > ~~*"It I abandon her, what will beâ€" some of her?"‘ KHé moaned. ‘‘She will &!d starvationt ~My poor ~litt‘s The cynical smile that was so characteristic of Craven Black‘s counâ€" tenance came back to his lips as he looked upon his son. He read in the changed aspect of the boy that he had achieved a victory over Rufus. "I have come for your decision, Ruofus,"" he said. ‘‘What is it to be? D‘sgrace, imprisonment, a blasted mr.Or will you turn from your Â¥ adventuress and accept the ®arcer I have marked out for you? Bpeak1" â€" Do . mot <call her again by that title!"" cried Cravén Black, frowning. *‘Can you not comprehend that the marriage is illegal~â€"is null and void â€"â€"that she is not your wife? When she hwars the truth,. she will turn from you in loathing. As to her .p‘.n.lflll provide for her. She aha .“ciu::u-lo'wm‘o 1# ou are sent ktr ot petjury, “um last time Tâ€"demand ~your €ecision. â€"Will you give op the girl dieriet on nlomen en was n ‘The hand that shaded the artist‘s eyes dropped, and he looked at his ther with a countenance,so wan, 8 vrll. so despairing, that a emon might have pitied him. his father only smiled at What he deemed the evidence of the lad‘s _ *Nome!** replied Craven Black curt ly. "Again I demand your choice!" ‘:lff.m his hands in wild deâ€" apaif.. "It 1 abandon her, what will be CHAPTER XI «im har fi'v’- '- m’ BY MRS. HARRIET LEWIS dy Kildare," _ "Beryi‘s Hush Life‘s Shadows," Eic , Ete dekeidedtetebeorerer He produced from his pocket â€"a small packet which Lady Wynde had given him that evening, and opened ] it. It contained a dozen sheets of notepaper, of the style Sir Harold 1had liked and had habitually used. It was a heavy creamâ€"colored vellum paper, unlined, and very thick and smooth. Upon the upper half of the first page was engraven in black and | gold the baronet‘s monogram . and ’ crest, and below these to the right, ‘in quaint black and gold letters, were stamped the words, "Hawkâ€" hurst, Kent.‘"‘ It was upon paper like this that nearly all of Sir Harâ€" old‘s letters to his daughter had J been written. He rang the bell vigorously, and to the servant â€" who came mvc an order for supperâ€"to be im his own parlqr. ‘Taking up his lamp and dr"m his son‘s arm through his, he ed Rufus to his own rooms, and seated him in an easyâ€" chair. ‘The young man‘s head fell forward on his breast and he sat in gilence, but Craven Black, rendered goodâ€"natured by. the success of his schemes, talked at â€" considerable length of the revenues of Hawkhurst, and the perfections of Lady Wynde, amd of Neva, whom he had not yet seen. ; in _ his â€" chair, _ with _ a _ comâ€" placent smile on his fair visage, and then arose amd locked the door, and brought forward his small inlaid writingâ€"desk and deposited it upon the table. A dozen square envelopes similarly adorned _ with crest and monogram accompanied the paper; and a ty vial of a peculiar black ink, a half stick of bronze wax, Sir Harold‘s seal, and a half dozen letters, comâ€" prised the remaining contents of the packet. + P "Women are mostly fools!" mutterâ€" d Craven Black impatiently. ‘"‘Why didn‘t Octavia send the girl this letter? _ Probably because Sir Harâ€" old mentions in it her probable anâ€" ish at his loss, and she was waitâ€" a impatiently for the hour of her m marriage. And Sir Harold as If he had«expected â€" his daughter to spend her sumimer‘s holâ€" idays at Hawkhurst, &nd Octavia did not want her he e at that time. The girl must have‘the lottg‘. . It will strengthen Oclavia‘s inluence 6Â¥er her immensely."" xo â€" The supper ~of cold â€"‘gameâ€" was brought up, and Mr. Black ordered two bottles of wine. Rufus refused to cat, having, as he declared, no appetite, but he drank an entire botitle of wine with a recklessness he had never before displayed, and was finally prevailed upon to take food. When he had finished he arose abruptly and retired to his own chaimber. The curtains were drawn across the wihdows, and Mr. Black had carefully vailed the keyâ€"hole of his door, so he leaned back in his chair, with a pleasant fecling of security, and engaged in the study of the letâ€" ters. Five of them had been writâ€" ten by Sir Harold to his wife durâ€" ing the early part of his visit to India, and bore the Indian postmark. The sixth letter had been an enclosâ€" ure in one of those to Lady Wynde, and was addressed to Neva.. It had evidently been _ thus enclosed by Sir _ Harold _ under the impresâ€" sion that Neva would spend her midsummer holidays at Hawkhurst in the absence of her father. The letter _ had beela_ ‘opened by Lady Wynde and read, and she had thrown it aside, without thought of deliverâ€" ing it to its rightful owner.. After an hour‘s keen study, (iaven Black seited per and ink and careâ€" fully imitated upon scraps of paper the peculiar and characteristic handâ€" w:l‘c':nt of Sir Barou‘.l.h hnad â€" a gingular â€" aptitude for this #ort _of ::T-y. and. devoted &1_\0 his out a with careful tion, fl.“’.m this ha> proceeded to wedlith @80 Hodor Tor a sMly fancy? Cheer Rufus. 'hn:w all ~that IJ. and _ accept ‘lt goods the. gods provide you. girl will Inarry some one alse, ~as you must do. Your future bride has arrived at Hawkhurst, and toâ€"morâ€" row evening I shall take you to call upon her. I suppose you have eaten nothing since the morning, and your first need is supper." 2 The waiter removed the remains of the supper, and Craven Black was left alone. He sat a little while ‘"‘How the baronet adored his wife!‘‘ thought Craven Black, as he carefully perused the letters. ‘‘What m depth of passion . these lettors show. It is strange that Octavia should not have been touched and pleased by his devotion, and learned to return it. But she had an equal passion for me, and thought of him only as an obstacle to be removed from her path. Iâ€"never loved a woâ€" man as Sir Harold loved her. I do not think that I am capable of stch intense devotion. I am fond of Ocâ€" taviaâ€"more fond of her than I ever was of woman before, She is handâ€" some, stately and keenâ€"wifted. Her tastes and mine are similar. She will make me a rich man, and conâ€" sequently a happy one. Four thousâ€" and a year from her, and ten thousâ€" and a year from Rufus‘ when he marâ€" ries _ Miss Wynde. That won‘t be bad. I could have married an Afriâ€" can with prospects such as those!" He studied the style of the comâ€" position, the peculiar expression, and the penmanship, at great length, and then took up Sir Harold‘s interâ€" cepted letter to his daughter. â€" It was very tender and loving, and was written in a deep gloom after the death of the baronet‘s som in India. It declared that the father felt a strange conviction that he should never see again his home, his wife, or his daughter, and he conjured Neva by her love for him to be genâ€" tle, loving and obedient to her stepâ€" mother, to soothe Lady Wynde in the anguish his. death would cause her, if his forebodings proved true, and he should die in India. of «0 Ap * T oates. sobbied pitifally, and to nway to hide his weakness. He *‘‘She will meet the mossenger at the lodge gates, and carry the packet herself to Octavia. So that is arâ€" ranged !*‘ *eeio. . C The forger began the letter with a. declaration of the most tender, ~Pa lernal love for Neva on the part of the father in whose name he wrote, and declared that be believed ‘himscif standing upon the brink of eternity, and therefore Wrote a fow last lines toMWW“» ceive as an to his last will The letter went on to stile that Fir Harold adored his beautiful wife, M\htuaowuntuyw was not his wish that she spend the remainder of her life in mourning for him. He desired ber to marry again, to form new ties; to take + a ~fresh lease of life, and to make another as happy as sheâ€"had made him happy! He was awakened about eight o‘clock by the waiter at the door with his breakfast. He arose yawnâ€" ing, gave the waiter admittancs, and summoned a messengor, whom he despatched to Hawkhurst, carly as was.â€"the hour, with orders to give the packet he had made into the hands of Lady Wynde or Mrs. Artâ€" ress, Lady Wyndo‘s companion, . ‘‘Artress will be on the lookâ€"out for him," thought Craven Black. He summoned . his #on to breakâ€" fast, and presen mm i10, worn and. h evidently passed a â€" ~The two merf _ ate ~Wwithout speaking. Aft« when the tray had been . mmm have withdrawn, but his comâ€" manded him to remain. "‘I want you to Wwrite a letter to that girl in Brompton,‘" said Craven Black, in the tone that always comâ€" pelied the mbject obedience of his son. ‘"Tell her it is all up between youâ€"that ° she ‘ is not your. wifeâ€" that youw shall never see her again!‘ And now came in the subtle point of the forged missive. As from the pen and heart of Bir Harold Wynde, the letter went on to say that the father was full of anxieties in reâ€" gard to his daughter‘s future. She was _ young, an heiress, and would perhaps become a prey to a fortune hunter.â€" From this fate he desired with all his soul to save her. ‘‘I think I should rise in my grave, if my loving, tender little Neva were to marry a man who sought her for her wealth,‘‘ the forged letter said. ‘‘If I die here, I have a last request to make of you, my child. and I know _ that you father‘s last wish will be held sacred by.you. If I do not die, this letter will never be deâ€" livered to you. I shall send it to the care of Octavia, to be given to you in the case of my death. I know not why this strange gloom has come upon me, but I have a premonâ€" ition thatâ€" my death is near, I shall not see you again in life, my child; my poor little Neva, but if you obey my last request I shall know it im Heaven. ""I cannotâ€"I cannot! â€"Iâ€"must see hor ‘again. I must break the news to hor tenderlyâ€"‘"* A ‘"Do as I say. Thore mre writing materials on â€"my desk. Write the lotter I have ordered, or, B Heaven, I‘l summon . a on the ‘This message he wishcd to be deâ€" livered to Lady Wynde from his daughter‘s lips, as his last message to the wife he had worshiped. *"‘My request is this. 1 Have long taken a keen interest in the charâ€" acter and career of a young man now at Oxford.‘ His talents are good, his character noble and eleâ€" vated, his principles excellent. His name is Rufus Black. He comes of a fine old family, but he is not rich. There is not a man in the world to whom I would give you so readily as to Rufus Black. He will come to see you at Hawkhurst some day when the edge of your grief for me has worn away, and for my | sake treat him kindly. If he asks you to marry _ him, consent. I shall rest easier in â€" my grave if you are his wife. ‘‘My â€" child, your father‘s voice speaks to you from the grave; your father‘s arm is stretched out to proâ€" tect you in your desolation and helpâ€" lessness. I lay upon you no comâ€" mands, but I pray you, by your love for me, to marry ‘Rufus Black if he comes to woo you. And as you hecd this, my last request, so may you be happy." in this envelope was written uporn three pages, and contained nothing at variance with his forged missive. Upon the fourth and blank page of Sir Harold‘s last letter he forged a postscript, enjoining Lady Wynde to give the inclosureâ€"the forgeryâ€"to Neva, in case of his death in India, but to keep it one year, until her school days were ended, and the first bitterness of griof at her father‘s death was past. _ Craven Black made up the double letter into a thick packet resembling a book, and addressed it to Lady Wynde. He gathered together all his scraps of paper and the envelopes reâ€" maining, and burned them, and clearâ€" ed away the evidences of his night‘s work. He extinguished his lights, drew back his curtains, opened his windows, to the summer morning breeze, and flung himself on a sofa and went to sleep. There was a further page or two of similar purport, and then the letâ€" ter closed with & few last tender words, and the name of Sir Harold Wynde. "It will do, I thinki‘‘ said Craven Black exultantly. ‘‘I might have made it stronger, ordered her to marry Rufus DBlack under penalty of a father‘s curse, but that would not have â€" been like Sir Harold Wynde, and she might have suspocted the letter to be a forgery. As it is, Sir larold himself would hardly dare to deny the letter as his own, should his spirit walk in here. I‘ve manâ€" aged the letter with a requisite deâ€" licacy and caution, and there can be no doubt of the result. ‘The handâ€" writing is perfect." He inclosed the letter gnd addressâ€" ed it to Miss Neva Wynde, scaling it with the bronze wax, and Sir Harâ€" old‘s private seal. ‘Then he inclosed the sealed letter in a larger envelâ€" ope, that which had incloged the baronet‘s last letter to his wife from India. The léetter which had come *‘Going out, Mrs. Black?" she deâ€" manded, with a snif of suspicion. "I hope you are not going off, like the last lodger I had in this ‘are blessed room, without. paying . of the rent? I hope you don‘t intend to â€" give me the slip, Mrs. Black, which you‘ve got no clothes mor furâ€" niture to pay the rent, and you owâ€" ing ten and sixpentet" _ â€" She was about to put on Rer hat when her landlady, a searse, iliâ€"bred woman, opened the door ‘unceremoniâ€" qusly, and entered her preséhnce, â€" **I have the money for the rent, Mrs. Kellar,‘‘ answered Lally, proâ€" ducing her pocketâ€"book, while her childish face flushed. ‘"I have no inâ€" tention of giving you the slip, as ‘The landlady took her money with an air of relief. Her greed satisfied, her curiosity became ascendant. ‘‘Where is Mr. Black, it I may be m.bold?" she inquired. . "‘It‘s not him to be away over night. But young men will be young men, Mrs. Black, whether they are young genâ€" But morning came, and Rufus did not come. Poor Lally was too amxâ€" jous to prepare her breakfast, and sustained her strength by cating a piece of bread while she watched from the window. She assured herâ€" self that it was all right, that Rutus‘ prolonged â€" absence was a sign that he had reconciled Kimsel! with ‘his father, and that probably he would return in company with his parent: ‘This idea prompted her to brush her tangled waves of hair, and to press out her tumbled dress and otherwise make herself presentable. â€" As the day deepened a conviction that something had happened that was adverse to her happiness dawnâ€" ed upon her. It was not Hike Bufus to leave her in such suspense, ard she was sure that some harm had come to him. ‘‘Perhaps he has been murdered and thrown out of the railway coach," she thought, her round eyes growing big with horror. ‘"I will go to Wyndhem by the noxt train.‘" youc;lln.-lâ€"lâ€"n-mo&oll.dofib to the country to 1 for my husâ€" tlemen or otherwise, and they will Black, although I would say that Mr. Blaok seemed as steady a young gentloman â€"asâ€" one could wish to was changed â€" to a terrible anxiety, and she put on her shabby little hat and hurried out to a little: newsâ€" stand, invested a penny in an evening paper, with a vague idea that there must have been an accident on the line and that her husband had perâ€" haps been killed. But no accident being reported, she returned to her poor little home, and waited for him with what patience she could summon. But he came not, and no mossage, letter, or telegram came to allay hor fears. She waited for him until midnight, hearkening to every step in the street, and then lay down without undressing, conâ€" soling herself with the thought that &ufu would Le home in the mornâ€" . Wl k ‘"He is steady," asserted the young wife, half indignantly, *He never goes on a spres, Heâ€"â€"he went to gee his father, and said he would be back last night. Ard, oh, I am fo anxious!‘* she cried, her terrors getâ€" ting â€" the better of her reserve. "I am sure ho would never have staid away like this it something had not happened to him.‘" "I‘~â€"maps he‘s deserted you?" sugâ€" m tor Job‘s comforter, ‘"‘Men the.s \‘vme every day ; Lawka! What is that?" \‘.n.h-lhd’ c‘acul« ated, as a lond ble knock was heard on ; street door. ‘"It‘s not u,.‘- â€" Poerhaps Mr. Black # ,‘ and they‘re bringing has been.\illed, and they‘re bringing wild shrisk and flew to the hoad of in funds just now, I shall send her away somewhere where she will nevâ€" er cross your path again!"â€" â€" quictly. _ *‘My cab is at the door, and I am ready to start to London. ie it 1 en resth Chhtrnity . in pross, it I can reach in time. Youâ€" will await my return here.â€" I shall be back before evenâ€" ing. Reconcile yourself to your fate, Rulus, and don‘t look so wosâ€" begone. â€" I shall expect to find you in a better frame of mind when I reâ€" turn. â€" As to the girl, L will provide for her liberally.â€" Fortunately I am Without another glance at his son, he took up his hat and went out. The rumbling of the carriage whoels, as it bore Craven Black on his way to Canterbury, arousedâ€"Rufus from his stupor. That sound was to him the knell of his happiness! _ As the nours wore on after < Kutus Black‘s departure from the dingy litâ€" tle lodging he had called home, poor Lally became anxious and troubled. Her young husband hed fnspired her with a great awe for his father, â€" as well as terror of him, butâ€"she was a brave littlé soul and prayed with all ber heart t.?nt ‘hh". would b;: courage to confess his the consequences of mol be what they would. She had a horâ€" ror of concealment or deception, and she believed that Craven Black would relent toward his son when he should discover that he was really married. As the afternoon of that first day of solitude wore on, and the hour for Rufus‘ return drew near, she swept and dusted and garnished the dreary little room as well as she could, put the shining tin kettle on the grate, and made her simple tollet, putting on her best dress, a cheap pink lawn that contrasted well with her berryâ€" brown complexion, and winding a pink ribbon in her hair. She looked very. pretty and fresh and bright when she had finished, and she stood by the window, her face pressed to the glass, all hopefuiness and expectâ€" ancy, and looked o:«t upon the oppoâ€" site side of the c:cseent until long after the hour appointed for her husâ€" band‘s return. But when evening came on and the gas lamps were lighted in the streets, her expectancy wite utterod . a ‘‘Stay,‘‘ said Mr. Black, in a cold, metallic voice: ‘"‘You are laboring under a misapprehension, Miss Bird. I am not come to Cike you down inâ€" to Kent, Â¥You will never look upon the face of Rufus Black again.‘ "s‘,l'l" ‘"‘I mean it, madam. I pity you from my soul; I do, indeed. It were better for you if you had never seen Rufus Black. You fancy yourself his wife. You are not so." ‘‘Not his wile? Oh, sir, then you do not know? Why, we were mar ried l:':t Mary‘s cl(x)nreh, in the parish ewington. ur marriage is 'm‘d there, and Rufus has a certificate of the marriage,.‘‘ e ‘‘But still you are not married," said the‘ pitiless visitor, his keen eyes lancing the soul of the tortured girl. ‘‘Permit me to explain, My son procured a marriage license, and he made.oath that you and he were both of -g.. and legally your own masters. swore to a lis. Now that is porjury, .A marriage of min« ofs without consent of parents is mull and void, and my consent was Ts o martings At ail." on ant me no at k ou are as free and Rufus # as free as if this little episode had not been.‘‘ ‘‘Oh, Heaven!t‘" moaned the young girl, in a wild strained voice, sinkâ€" ing back into a chair, ‘"Not marâ€" triedâ€"not his wife!" > come to take me to him. I fear I am hardly fit to accompany you, Mr, Black. ‘We have been so poor, §o terribly poor. But I will be ready in a moment. . Oh, I am so grateful to yeu, sir, for your goodness to us. Poor Rufus feared your anger more than all things cise. I know I am no ft match for your son, butâ€"but I love him so," and the bright face drooped shyly. . ‘"‘I will be a good wife to him, sir, and a good daughtâ€" er. to you." * *‘I understand that Rufus bas reâ€" mained im Kent,‘" she said, all breathless and joyous, ‘"‘and I supâ€" pose you have been kind snough to â€" She placed a chair for him, but he continued standing, hat in hand, and leaned _ carelessly upon ~the chatr back. He was the picture of eleâ€" and cool serenity, while Lalâ€" g. flushed and excited, glanced down at her own attire in dismay. The young wife gasped with surâ€" prise, and her face whitened suddenâ€" ly. She sat down abruptly, with her hand upon her heart. ‘‘His father?"‘ she murmured. Craven Black bowed, while he regarded her and her surroundâ€" ings curiously, ‘The dingy, povertyâ€" stricken little room, with its meaâ€" gre plenishing and no luxuries, struck him as being but one remove from an almsâ€"house. The young wife, in her wretchedly poor attire, with her big black eyes and brown face, from which all color had been stricken by his announcement, seemed to him a wery commonplace young person, quite of the lower orders, and he wondered that his university bred son could have loved her, and that he still desired to cling to her and his poverty, rather than to leave her and wed an heiress, For a moment or more Lally reâ€" mained motionless and stupefied, and then the color flashed back to her cheeks and lips, and the brightness to her eyes. She could interpret the wisit of Craven Black in but one mannerâ€"as a token of his reconmciliâ€" ation with his son. ‘‘Ah, sir, I beg your pardon,‘" she said, arising to her feet, "but I was sorely frightened. I have been so anxious about Rufus. I expected him home last night. And I could not dream that you would come to our poor home." ____________ " _ _ roofl." â€" She Wad bardIy" gained when Mr. Black came up the stairs alone and knocked at the door. Site gave him admittance, her big round syes full of questioning terror, her pale lips framing the words: ‘‘My husband*?"‘ I lr.“.m&nth his hand, closed the door ind him. He bowed politely to the scared young creature, and demanded: Y ou Miss Lally Bird?" .. m.uxz. childish figure drew itâ€" self ~up proudly, and the quivering voice tried to answer calmly: _ am the bearer of & nots from him, but must precede i!ts Aclivery~ With an explanation. Mr. Black is now in Kent, and will remain there for _‘*Iâ€"â€"I don‘t understand you, sir," said poor Lally, bewildered. . M ‘There was a rustling outside the door, as the landlady settled herself at the keyhole, in an attitude to lisâ€" ten to the conversation between Lalâ€" ly and her visitor, Mrs. McKellar was convinced that there was some mystery connbcted with her fourth kor lodgers, and she decmed this a ivorable opportumity of solving it. ‘‘Pormit me to introduce myself to you, Miss Rird,"* said her visitor, still courteously. "I am Craven Black, the father of Rufus." **No, sir; I am Mrs. Rufus Black. My name used to be Lally Bird. Do â€"do you come from my husband?" . "I come from Mr. Rufus Black,‘" replied Craven Black politely. â€""I Give Your _ Horse a\ * Chance!~. FPOR OVER FIFTY YEARS (To be continued.) Clnmrmmut. Painter and Paper Hanging, Will un dertake dontracts for painting and paper hangâ€" Ing in Town and Country. First.clase work guaranteed. 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WIDEMAN Pighe ot Marzinge Licenses. Bosâ€"Post Office, St. ts MI F. BRAU H WEBB, M. D. en pelitnilile shampoon." Ladics‘ and G. HUGHES, R. o. T. NOECKER Office: Canadian Block, Berlin. 2+ oppiaite Court iouse Rprinenty Poigs Barrister, Solicitor Dentist, Offlce in the Oddfellows MISCELLANEOUS Medallist Office Open Daily, n EiD Ba Witorito Polepnons | Send no Money. MEDICAL LIVERIES DENTIST. DENTAL . 4 Tel bhirs _ Devith: LEGAL WELLS, D. D. S., Dentiate Money to lonn t lowest and Sign Painter and nting, mlhm uantities, r ~. | This ice can saf urs at Law, Solicitors| . pufposes as its C. Harvey J, Bims, nar e W aterloo ht .409 fl'mn kinds of , â€"=|at reasonable prices All horse owners should have 1t . best tanned leather and rubber gum. Bure cure for sore e teed for one year, Best of those who have used them, for sale. Will be sold by county the Dominion, Write for ordore sent by mail or otherwise + prompt ‘attention. s ous New Bnd Second Hand from $5.00 up We also_ full line of sundries Raj done promplly. Give us & PNEUMATIC HORSE COLLAR. and not for cooling Wells Drilled Wind Mills Sup We represent the Cysle and Motor Co. for Bivar cbpzed oob d Cownal t silver; 4 handsome io ie mc e temier rel and emeralds. :fi imen onl e Wito o day," Dontletothere Gut one of my splendid new sots ‘j now. It will improve the appearancé outfit one hundred per cent, s Repairing at moderate !fl JOHN STREBE â€"â€"â€"â€"-â€"'fi_‘ 1901 Model GENDRON both chain and chainless We also rapresent the . Racycle Co. for BERLIN and ucm.g from $35 to $65. â€" _ | piupnets epaal WATERLOO, HONEST HARNB; AT HONEST BRANTFORD "* sn |2 Absolute Waterloo ED. DE Stre bel‘s HARNESS S Excelsior LEAPER B PREMIU] ~ FREE or i m Telephone 233, out interest HAWKES KRUECER WM. SPA LY S