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ESTABLISHED MORE THAN 100 YEARS Phone: Office 263W ; House 263] and 269 (Shop over Olidham‘s Store) Weston Branch: N. J. McEWEN, Manager.! CRUICKSHANK GARAGE ALEX. CRUICKSHANK, Mgr. AWARL THE SITCO ADJUSTABLE RATCHET WRENCH 122 MAIN ST. NORTH LATEST IN WRENCHES TORONTO, CAN. & _ TORONTO But when the first flush of exciteâ€" ment had ceased to tingle through his veins, a sense of uncontrollable desâ€" pondency took its place. He grew For the mental equilibrium of the debonair, goodâ€"humored young fellow was upset at last. He had been for some time recklessly incurring sexâ€" penses which he had no prospect of reimbursing; he bad taken his own way in the face of reason and comâ€" mon senseâ€"he had flung calculation and consideration to the winds, and now that the Nemesis of consequence had descended upon him, he scarcely knew how to meét it. And in the midst of all his torments, Saidee‘s unâ€" conscious hand had driven the dagger of remorse still deeper into his soul. "Of course I am in.earnest. Why should I not be in earnest?". said Saidee. ‘"Dress yourself at once, and call a carriage. I have the tickets in my pocket. Mr. Martindale! was to have accompanied me,but he has been prevented byâ€"business. And I do not see why I should deprive myself of this rare musical treat." Celine made haste to add the last touches to her mistress‘s toilet, while she assured her that, when a private box had been secured, it was an inciâ€" dent of common occurrence for laâ€" dies to go unescorted by gentlemen to the opera. And sheâ€"Celineâ€"had always so longed for an opportunity to hear Mme. Carabella. Celine was excited toâ€"night â€" also. There was a current of electricity in her touch, a fevered sparkle in her eyes... And when, after vainly waitâ€" ing some minutes after the carriage was at the door, for the possible reâ€" turn of her husband, Mrs. Martinâ€" dale entered the vehicle and drove away, she said laughingly to the maid: We are like two runaway children, Celine." "Is there any folly like the folly of a woman?" Geoffrey indignantly askâ€" ed himself. ‘"Is there any sting sharpâ€" er than that of a woman‘s tongue?" While Saidee, dressed in the soft ciel blue silk, the goldâ€"embroidered opera cloak, and the little bonnet of pearls and rosebuds twined together, was driving to the opera, with her heart full of mingled selfâ€"reproach and exâ€" ultation, her young . husband was moodily . wandering through the streets, the collar of his coat drawn up around his neck, his hat pulled over his eyes, all unconscious of the howling wind and the occasional stinging blasts of sleet which struck him like a frozen sword. "Ah, no madame," the girl replied, folding the cloak closer about Saiâ€" dee‘s neck. "Because we have nothâ€" ing to run away from." 7 Celine clasped her hands rapturousâ€" ly together. Was madameg in earnest? Celine did not know. She believed that monsieur had left the hotel some time ago. Should she inquire? ‘‘No," said Saidee, as the alabaster clock on the mantel.struck the half hour past seven. "@Get your things, Celine. I will take you to the opera with me toâ€"night. Should you like to hear Carabella?" this letter, butâ€"" "Oh, for goodness‘ sake, hold your tongue!" impatiently interrupted Geoffrey, crumpling up the sheets of paper and flinging them unread into the fire. "It is casy to say that you didn‘t mean a thing. Why are you always peeping and prying into my affairs? If I wanted you to know about them, don‘t you think I should tell you?" Saidee stood there, the brilliant folds of the whiteâ€"andâ€"gold_ operaâ€" cloak still about her, her cheek white as the fabric itself, her hands clasped tightly over her heart. She dined by herself, with little enough appetite, sending away almost untasted. the dainties which one by one the noiseless waiters brought in} and finally, as the crystal fingerâ€"glass was removed, she looked sharply up at Celine. i4 : "Is my husband in his room?" she asked. ; "I am only sorry," said she, "that I have been rash enough to marry a man who does not love me sufficiently toâ€"trust me! Hereafter, Geoffrey Martindale, there must be full confiâ€" dence between us, or none at all!" ‘"Talk on!" satirically uttered Geofâ€" frey. "A woman‘s tongue can be sharper than a whip of scorpions once she chooses to let it loose. And a woman is quite safe in saying what she pleases so long as the man canâ€" not knock her down or fling‘ her out of the window. Perhaps, after all, it is as well that I should be punished for my folly in tying the noose of marâ€" riage around my own netk." "Folly!" she repeated, quivering "Because I am going to the opera," explained Saidee. ‘"Tell them to be quick. I would not lose a note of Carabella‘s singing for all the dinners in the world!" â€" "And," she added to herself, "if Geoffrey does not come to claim my company to the Academy of Music, I will go by myself. ~He shall find that I am no child to be swayed hiâ€" ther and you by the force of his tyrâ€" annous will." "But madame has on her lovely dress," argued ‘the French woman, with an admiring glance at the sweepâ€" ing skirts of the paleâ€"blue silk robe with the white and gold operaâ€"cloak above. 3 As these rebellious thoughts passed through her mind, she took the gildâ€" ed opera tickets from the table and put them into the pocket of her dress. "Geoffrey, your pardon this letter, } "Oh, for :; . "He has gone," she said to herself with compressed lips and pale «face, lighted only by one fever spot on eithâ€" er cheek. "Well, let him go." If he thinks that I shall run after him to utâ€" ter an humble apology for having dared to sp€a1§ the truth, he is very much mistaken. Or, if he imagines that I shall sit down in sackeloth and ashes to pine because of his absence, he has been wrong a second time." She rang the bell. y "Celine," she said, "tell them to send up dinner at once. I will not go to the public ‘diningâ€"room toâ€" night." § ) «Boliy! (she repeated, . quivering all over with passion.. "Eolly! I am not sure that the folly was not evenly divided, Geoffrey. Ob, I wish, I wish I had never married you!" His only reply. was to stride out of the apartment, closing» the door with a violent bang behind him. CHAPTER XXXIII shersaid, coldly. / ‘"I beg I did not mean to read WANTED HER WAY Ivy looked around the drawingâ€" room in dismay. The carpets were of a dull brown, with zigzag ripples of yellow seeming to dart through them like groveling lightningâ€"the curtains were of a muddy sage green, with here and there huge sunflowers in dim yelâ€" low and black sprawling over the patâ€" tern. A stuffed peacock stood on the mantel, and cheap Japanese banners streamed from the walls, while the chairs were upholstered in dirty blue, and a homemade tableâ€"cloth, of blue felt, with four tassels at the four corâ€" ners, covered a clawâ€"legged table, on which were a long and slender vase, a pair of brass candlesticks, and a Chinese dragon with his nose chipped off. ‘"Don‘t you like it?" said Mrs. Bramâ€" erel, exultantly. "It is purely aesthetâ€" ic. And the diningâ€"room corresponds exactly." It did correspond in tawdâ€" "It is going to be a brilliant sucâ€" cess," said Mrs. Bramerel, shaking out the long Watteau folds of her silk wrapper, which was of so cheap a material that it actually refused to dispose itself in majestic draperies, except at the very point of the bayâ€" onet. ‘"I‘ve sold all poor old Mrs. Pepper‘s crazy sticks of furniture and dowdy rags of carpet at auctionâ€"and everything is reâ€"furnished. Don‘t you want to go over the drawing and dinâ€" ingâ€"halls?" "Oh, certainly," said poor Ivy, who was weary with her journey, and had a racking headacheâ€"and Mrs. Bramâ€" erel swept on before with the air of a conquering princess. "Butl you [shall!l" said Luclug Martindale, with an‘ assumption of authority which sat gracefully, upon him. "In this instance, at deast,. I will have my own way. | You are to me what Rachel wasâ€"if Rachel had stayed here at the Heights with me, and done as I would have had her do, I should have thought nothing too much for, her.. Let me cherish this same fancey, Ivy, in regard to you." And Ivy felt herself unable to utter any further remonstrances. In the afternoon Colonel Chaloner came to the Heights Mr. Martindale wrung his hand fervently, even while his eves were full of > an indescribable sad vearning.. "I congratulate you, Chaloner, ‘he said. ‘"You have won a jewel of the first water. She will adorn your home, and wear your name right royally." God pless ‘ you both For myself, I arm a heartâ€"broken and solitary old man, but I can sti‘ll take pleasure in beholding .the happiness of those, who are dear to me.‘ §o Miss Brantley went back to No 8§6 Alimont Street, where she found Mrs.Bramerel, gorgeous in a cheap silk dress, imitation jewelry, and an amount of cosmetics which made her resemble a sixthâ€"rate actress. ‘"‘Dear me, how very insignificant you look in that black merino dress," said she, surveying Ivy, after she had kissed her (very cautiously, indeed, on account of the cherry salve with which she had been anointing her own lips). "Like a nun, I declare, and with your hair perfectly plain. What, Colonel Chalâ€" oner could have seen to fancy in a girl like you, I can‘t imagine. But tastes are different, or else the world would never get on at all. Sit down, and T‘ll give you a cup of tea directly. I supposa you are dying to know how I am getting along?" "Of course I should like to hear all about it," said Ivy, wondering within herself,how she could ever have been so silly as to dream of flinging herself on the bosom of this, the only sister she had, and whispering the fullâ€" fraught happiness of her heart. After all, Favorita was Favorita, and she must take her as she was. As he dragged himself wearily along, the soft light of an uncurtained bayâ€"window streamed suddenly across his path, and glancing up with the vearning sensation which the lonely pedestrian feels toward light and warmth and rest, he saw, standing in a frameâ€"work of climbing smilax and tall white callaâ€"lilies, a fantastically dressed young woman in a Greek bordered jacket of. crimson velâ€" vet, a festoon of gilt chains around her neck, and a profusion of coarse black hair falling in loose curls over her shouldersâ€"La Senorita Isola Isâ€" panola. ‘"‘My dear IV",V‘,” said the old gentle= man, with a suspicious moisture beâ€" hind his spectacleâ€"glasses, "I shall be sorry ‘to lose youâ€"it will be like losing the very sunshine out of the house; but I can not expect to keep you always. I did once think that if you could have brought yourself to fancy Geoffrey â€" _ but ‘we don‘t talk about that now. It‘s all past and over. And this is but a dull home for a bright young creatura like you, who shkould dwell in an atmosphere of brightness like herself. But you are my adopted child, you must let me provide you with your frocks and shoes and things. He turned to . a littlg escritoire which stood close by, loaded with the appliances . for letcerâ€"writing," and, {aking out his checkâ€"book, filled up ene of its oblong gray squares. "Oh, papal!" cried Ivy, as he laid it on the table before herâ€"" a thousand dollars Oh. I can not take so much as this!" Geoff raised his hat. La Senorita, aceustomed to act in the capacity of decoyâ€"fly to her father‘s huge spiderâ€" web, smiled sweetly back and waved her profusely jewelled hand, although she had not the least recol\ection of the.young man‘s face. e chill and torpid. Continued. fasting began to tell upon his frame, and the light coat which he wore proved hardâ€" ly sufficient to ward off the howling wind. "I must go in somewhere and rest a little,‘ he pondered. "At all haz ards, I will not return to Saidee, until she shall have time to realize how deeply she has estranged and offendâ€" ed me." Was there something prophetic in the words? Does Fate sometimes put sentences into our lips of which we ourselves do not dream the import? Geoffrey Martindale was cold and weary. He knew perfectly well that the "Santa Isabella", was a gamingâ€" hole, that the glowing lights of the softly shaded drawing rooms were like the lurid fires of Pandemonium, dnd that the smiling senoritaywas a mere bait to unwary foolsâ€"but he was reckless, and so he went in. "But Eavorita is quite sanguine about itâ€"and she says she can get new furnifure on credit, and pay for it in monthly installments. So, papa, it you won‘t object, I should like to go to Favorita, and be married from hew nouse."~ _ TIMES & GUIDE. WESTON Carriage at do‘ for Cunnel and Mrs. Chaloner!‘"‘ shouted Caesar, who was keeping watch, in a pair of very dirty gloves; and so Ivy ~and her young husband were whirled away into their new life through the yellow glow of the winter sunset. While Favorita Bramerel fainted, and when she returned to her senses Mr. Talcot Talbot was gone. ‘"A married man!" cried Favorita, wringing. her hands." And he has deluded my trusting heart On, dear! oh, dear! But I shouldn‘t have minded it half so much if he hadn‘t borrowed three hundred dollars of the money Ivy gave me that rainy day when she was out. Oh, the wretch! the scamp! and to think of his being a married man after all!" riness and vulgar reaching after the â€" (To be continued) Mr. Talcot Talbot, however, instead of recognizing this introduction with the ease of manner which belonged to an old Manhattanese family, stepâ€" ped back in some confusion, as if he entertained a momentary idea of esâ€" caping through the open door in his rear, and turned a deep scarlet, while Ivy, looking him full in the face, reâ€" marked, in the slow, gracéful manner which was her birthright: "This is Mr. Talcot Talbot? ‘There must be some mistake, Favorita. This is the man who eloped with poor Rachel Martindale, and afterward broke his promise to return her to her father. And he is a married man, and his name is Lynford Rockmore!" riageâ€"bell of tuberoses and Cape, jasâ€" mines which Caesar had suspended by a hempen! string directly over her head, and which finally crashed down, just at the conclusion of the ceremony, and had to be removed ignominiously in sections. .The collation of cheap wine, muddy coffee, and an uneatable series of pates, ices and jellies, which Caesar announced as "Massa Delmonâ€" ico‘s own private recipe, ma‘am,‘"" was speedily hurried through with, and the newly married couple were only waliting for the carrfage which was to convey them to the railway depot, when there was a violent ring at the doorâ€"bell, and Mrs. Bramerel, who had gone smilingly out to see who the newâ€"comer was, returned, in a middleâ€"aged ecstasy of, sweet embarâ€" rassment, on the arm, of a handsome dark gentleman, apparently some years her junior. "So fortunate," she said, radiantly. "It‘s Mr. Talbot, at last. I expected him for the wedding, but he was deâ€" tained by a severe accident. He is better now, although he still looks pale and wasted," with a sentimental uprolling of the eyes at the person in question. ‘"‘Talcot, this is Colonel Chalonerâ€"and. Mrs. Colonel Chaloner, my sister." ; ‘"Well, my dear," said Mrs. Bramâ€" erel, with/an air of superiority, "so you shall when a favorable opportunâ€" ity presents itself, Just at present he is out of town, but he always retains my best room, with the claretâ€"colored hangings and a moguet carpet which (strictly between our «gelves, you know, my dear) I purchased at aucâ€" tion at a great bargain," "Indeed," said, Ivy. "And now.." shid _ Mrs. Bramerel, "we‘ll go upstairs and devote ourselves to a list of the things which you must bave for your outfit. In the South they are particularly dressy, and if you are going to New Orleans you can‘t be too particular. L think it wouldn‘t be a bad idea to sketch an outline of my stepâ€"motherâ€"inâ€"law‘s things. She was a horrid harpy, you know, but she did dress magnificently. And as you‘ve such a mint of money to draw on, Ivy," with a. cogxing smile, "you may as well help me a little with my trousseau. For Talcot expects me to appear like a queen, and I‘ve so little money to do it with." â€" Before they got through, half of Mr.. Martindale‘s generous gift had been diverted into the,channel of Mrs. Bramerel‘s greedy pocketâ€"book. ‘"And T shall have plenty, even then, thought Ivy, who wasmodest and un ostentatious in her ideas. They were married quietly in Mrs. Bramerel‘s aesthetic parlor, where the sunflowers loomed sadly upon them, and the dim carpet seemed dimmer still by gasâ€"light. And Ivy could hardâ€" ly pay proper attention to th‘a majesâ€"l tig} service, and had to be prompted when the time came for her to say "I will," because she was in momentary fear of the downfall of a stiff marâ€" "I should like to see him," said Ivy, gravely. grandest mysteries of art. The wainsâ€" coting was of imitation oak, the carâ€" pet of invisible red, the windows painted to imitate stained glass, and a colored waiter in a dirty white jackâ€" et and shuffling slippers was breathâ€" ing upon the finger glasses, and polâ€" ishing them off with his apron, with the utmost deliberation. "That is Caesar," whispered Mrs. Bramerel. ‘"From Delmonico‘s. And a perfect treasure, I assure you. I never see any of my boarders=â€"on any subject connected with business. They respect the feelings of a lady, and inâ€" variably treat me as one of the guests, and Caesar here transacts all my busiâ€" ness, discharges the vulgar duties of marketing and providing, sends in the bills and receipts of them, and is, in a word, my prime minister." "It‘s what all the genteel boardingâ€" house keepers nowadays do," Mrs. Bramerel. answered, . Joftily. the head waiter is the medium between themselves and their guests. And Caesar is such a treasure. But now come back to my room, and let me tell you about my boarders. I have Judge Shutterbrain and his wife and six faughtersâ€"the most elegant creaâ€" tures you ever saw in your lifeâ€"and Mrs. Doctor Deming, who is a mest meric physician, and the four Misses Ballou, all of them beauties, with their pa, the commodore, and Mrs. Stack‘ pole, who requires a 15rivajce table for her three sons and three daughters, and they only speak the French languâ€" age among themselves. 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