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GREEN TEA Those who have Hyson or Gu used Japan, Young npowder Tea wi Sppres ciate the superiority of this delicious 'blend, always so pureand rich. Try it. Te Middle Of Things CHAPTER XIV, -- (Cont'd) father." made yesterday, that! you will see me to-morrow. In The old solicitor nodded, then sud- denly pointed to a gold locket which she wore. "Where did you get that, my dear?" he asked. "Unusual device, isn't it?" "Mr. Ashton gave it to me, a few weeks ago," answered Miss Wickham. "He said it had belonged to my The old lawyer bent nearer, looked | more closely at the locket, and got wp. "Elegant od thing!" he said. "Net "You really think that!" he ex- oe shail be h surprised if » muc I'm not ri ht!" declared Mr. Pawle. "Your is aware that Lord Marketstoke, your long-lost uncle was believed to have gone'to the oplonies-- Australia--and was Jost there. His death was presumed. Now, Ashton came from Australia, and as I say, we believe him to have brought with him certal [tive to lord Marketstoke, whom we think to have been well known to him Well, Jndixe, {at one time. Indeed, we feel sure that | Ashton knew Lord Marketstoke's se- | meantime, if there is anything you eret want done, our young friend here will | be close at hard." "Viner," observed Pawle when they ; Quietzy, "have you any proof that Mr. | had left the house, "did what's on the locket Miss Wickham is wearing?" "What is it?" asked Viner. "After we came back from Market- stoke," repiied Mr. Pawle, "I looked up the Cave-Gray family and their peer- age. That locket bears their device and motto. Viner, as sure as fate, that girl's father was the missing Lord dnd Marketstoke, and Ashton knew the secret! I've made up my mind to a certain courss, Viner. To-morrow, after the funcral, I'm going to call on the present Lord Ellingham--his town house is in Hertford Street and ask of a him if he has heard puything long- mysterious nature relating to missing uncle." Next day, toward the middle of the walking down Hertford Street Viner suddenly gripped his compan- jon's arm. He was looking ahead--at the house at which they were about to call. And there, just being shown out by a footman, was the man whom he had seen et the Grey Mare, and with him a tall, good-looking man whom he had never seen before. ot CHAPTER XV, THE PRESENT HOLDER. "What is it?" Pawle asked. "Those fellows are coming away from Lord Eliingham's house. You seem to know them?" "The clean-shaven man," exclaimed Viner, "is the man 1 told you of--the man who was in conversation with Ashton at the Grey Mare, the night Ashton was murdered." Mr. Pawle turned and looked after the retreating figures. ' "You're sure of that?" Pawle asked. "Certain!" replied Viner. "It is surely a very curious thing that we shoud find him evidently in touch with Lord Elingham--considering our re- ries. But--what are you in here" affirmed Mr. "Have you a card?" "The footman lead the callers into a room at the rear of the hall, wherein stood & very young man who was ob- viously just ready to go out, "I'm afraid I can't give you very fong, Mr. Pawle," he said, glancing at a the old lawyer. "I've a most important ) engagement in ha!'f an hour." "My lord," said Mr. Pawle in his most soemn manner, "IL will go straight to the point. We have rea- son to feel sure, from undoubted evi- dence, that Mr. John Ashton, a very weaithy man, who had recently come from Australia, to sett'> here in Lon- don, had in his possession certain highly important papers relating to your lordship's family, and that he was murdered for the sake of them!" Lord Ellingham turned on the o'd lawyer a stare of utter amazement. After Every Meal | It doesn't take much | 'Nature only asks a * Wrigley's, after every "Mr. Pawle," said Lord Elingham shton did possess papers relating to my long-missing uncle?" | "Yes," answered Mr. Pawle, "I have!" He pulled out the bundle or letters which he and Viner had un-| earthed from the Japanese cabinet. | you notice | placed in the position he is, would be THE OUTHOUSE. "What it that's been B "Were these things loose?" asked Viner. ped loosely i he y "Wra, yin. tl paper they're Hing on !" replied Driltord. iner took the paper out of the drawer, examined it and lifted it to nose, "I wonder if Hyde really did put 2 he said, "how wrapping of chemicals. or drugs? These papers have at some time been sed to wrap some strong-smeling rug. "No doubt of it!" said Felpham, who was applying the papers to his n 080. "That's a mere detail," remarked Drikiford impatiently. "Now, another question," continued Viner. "Where's Ashton's purse? You know that when his clothing was ex- amined, almost immediately after his death, all his effects were gone-- watch, chain, rings, pocketbook, purse, If Hyde took everything from his vie- tim, as you say he did, he would have had a purse full 6f ready money. But --he was starving when he went to the Wrbrokets] Hyde told ou the tru h--he never had anything but the ring. "Good!" muttered Felpham. "Another thing, Inspector," contin- ued Viner: "Do you believe that Hyde, such a fool as to tell you about that particular shed if he'd really hidden those things there? The mere idea is absurd---ridiculous!" "You'll have that to prove!" retort-| Driilford, discovered alone in his smiled as Viner and Feipham ked in to see him. There was an! irritating I-to.d-you-so air about him. | wv "This! It is a packet of letters writ- ten by the seventh Countess of Elling-! ham to her elder son, the Lord Mar-! na ketstoke we are talking of, when he quietly. was & boy at Eton. Your lordshi wi'l probably recognize your grand- mother's handwriting." | Lord Ellingham bent over the letter which Mr. Pawie spread before him. "Yes," he said, "I know the writing 'quite well. And--these were in Mr. ed Drillford. surprise {going outside, turned of the Harrow Road. e said. "Come with "We shall prove a good many things you," said Viner He motioned Felpham to follow, and in the direction "I'm going to have a look at the lace where these things were found," me." -- Sunli When you use Soap HEN you put a dollar in the bank it may earn as much as four cents in a year's time. When you use Sunlight Soap for doing the family wash you save many dollars a year because of the protection this pure soap gives to the family linens. Sheets, pillow cases, towels, shirts, dresses and napery -- these are money to replace them. all expensive. It costs a lot of Harsh, impure soaps break down and wear out ight Soap, made by the fabrics at a ruinous rate. Sunligh makers of Lux, and backed by a $5,000 Guarantee of Purity, k the, bloom of newness on-fabrics and afternoon, Mr. Pawle and Viner were | wien to keep you in trim. Ly pareer containing Mr. Ashton's gold little help. [whe * {the night on of fu | Ashton's possession. "We have just found them--Mr. Viner and I--in a cabinet in his house," replied Mr. Pawle. low, ing .w C) "You think that this Mr. Ashton was in possession of a secret relating', to the missing man--my uncle, Lord Maxketstoke?"' he asked. ow it!" : " "I am convinced of EELUE ih here. declared | {mask a question which arises out of this | visit. As we approached your lord-';. ship's door, just now, we saw, leaving ing. it, two men. One of them, a clean- ghaven man, my friend Mr, Viner im- mediately recognized. He does not know who the man is--" Lord Ellingham looked at Viner in obvious surprise, "You do not know him?" claimed. "No," replied Viner, "I don't. But I know this man was certainly with Mr. Ashton at a tavern in Notting Hill from about nine-thirty to ten- thirty on the evening of Ashton's | death. In fact, they left the tavern together. he young nobleman sat sgilent--it seemed to Viner that his youthful face had grown unusually grave and thoughtful. "Mr. Pawle," he said at last, "I'm immensely surprised by what you've | told me, and. all the more so because | this is the second surprise I've had this afternoon. I may as well tell you that the two gentlemen whom you saw parcel, wrapped in 'em than what 1 he eX-| pyiiford," said th up. away. ed ion's eyes. with a grim smile. at these things. Melbourne Argus They waiked along until they came ito the shop on Harrow Road. he greengrocer, a dull-looking fel- wed no rea t diterest on hear, ep. t his callers wan el Lord Elipgham handed the letters Niner ang Felpham round to the yard back. |and opened the door of the shed. "I reckon that's where the fellow got bit of a sleep that night," he said. "There was nothing to prevent him "W i nd se valuables | Mr. Pawle. "But now I should like 10 this ere did yoo find Hse: anabe he greengrocer pointed to a shelf | a corner above the bundle of sack- ui "There!" he answered. "In turn- | jing some boxes over I came across the! paper." | "Just folded in the papers that you 'handed to the police?"suggested Viner, "Well, there was more paper about gave to Inspector e greengrocer. He pointed to some loose sheets of | aper which lay on the sacking, and | iner went forward and picked them He slipped some silver into the greengrocer's hand and led Felpham | Once out of sight of the shop, | he Joie out the papers which he had | pic out of the corner in the shed | and held them in front of his compan- | "We did some goodain coming up here, after all, Fepham!" he said, "Now, then, look That's a piece of newspaper from out of a copy of the | of September 6th going away just now brought me some very astonishing news--yours comes right on top of it! And, if you please, I'd rather not say any more about it,| just now, but I'm going to make a pro- posal to you. Will you--and Mr. Viner, if he' be so good--meet me to- morrow morning, say at noon, at my solicitors' offices?" "With pleasure!" responded Mr. Pawle. "Your lordship's solicitors are » "Caress and Driver, Lincoln's Inn Fie.ds," answerea Lord Ellingham. "Friends of ours," said Mr. Pawle. | "We wil meet your lordship there at twelve o'clock to the minute." Viner went thoughtfully homeward, ruminating over the events of the day, and entered his house to find his two guests, the sisters of the unlucky Hyde, in floods" of tears, and Miss Penkridge looking unusually grave, She silently handed to her nephew an early edition' of one of the evening newspapers and pointed to a para- graph in large type. And Viner rapid- ly read it over, to the accompaniment of the younger Miss Hyde's cobs. "A sensational discovery in connec- tion with the recent murder of Mr. Ashton in Lonsdale Passage, Bays- water, was madz in tha early hours of this oT Fisher, a Rreengrocsy; carrying on<business in the RE Road, found in his wood- shed, concea'ed in a nook in the wall, and Heel Stand. Hotpoint Tron a tived wrists and watch and chain and a diamond ring. He immediately communicated w. ouice, and these valuables are now ir possession. It will be remem= bered that Langton Hyde the young actor who is enarged with the crime, and is naw on jemand, sted at the coroner's inque: at he passe \ Fh crime was com- 'in a shed in this neighborhood." iner read this news 'twice over. Tren a sudden idea occurred to him, and be turned to leave the room. ~ ' ~ #T don't think you need be particu- &larmed about this," he said to' sisters. "Cheer up, till 11 Special Hotpoint a NoMore The strain of holding and the work of lifting are both elimin- ated with the Hotpoint Iron be- cause of its patented Thumb Rest lion women have found in the At the present low prices, you should not overlook the comfort of the Fiotpoint Iron. x $5. ; ¢ ¥ Over six mil "freedom from aching backs. Iron $1 extra. | | i | | | | greatly" prolongs their life. . "There are enough worries attached to housekeeping jr ; 8 y ~ ones. "I use Sunlight Soap because it keeps the household linens wonderfully clean and new- looking and I know it's pure." 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"Haven't you patience of Job?" 1 8 wily strode up the back of his house pushing - |ambulator before him ping Up His Reputation. ' What makes you start out --the-other rest to the handle: the latest novel at tl , An" my: wid- know, des it's time | ha an inevitable end of guilt that | - 3 hm ant. on a oceur--L. E. "But © Job's Patience. . "Job was a medical man, you know." ever heard of the and down 'the little lane at the pe A Poem Worth Knowing. . "Ships. That Pass in the Night." This is one of the shortest and most beautiful of the poems of Henry Wads- worth Longfellow, the New England poet," whose popularity has never waped in this country. He is not re- garded as one of the world's supreme poets, but his appeal, which is a sim- ple one, is to the multitude and not only to the few. a Ships that pass in the night and speak each other in passing; Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness; g So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another, Only a look and a voice; then dark- silence "| Ingh" and golrgs. If it failed to furn. .{In.. There is no need to light the lan- whose movements are of account that we do not study them. It is, on the contrary, U most important and most discussed 'neighbor we have, In town we do not think of the moon in neighborly terms. It is something remote and foreign, L OU id0 ! tains all night,-and if we went ¢ . Piccadilly Circus one evening and not see the Sine twinkling the shop-fronts we should feel lonely. But if the moon did not turn up one\ evening according to plan, hardly ons Lond6ner in a thousand would notice the fact. It is otherwise with ts country bumpkins. The neighborliness of the moon and of the stars is one of the al leviations of our solitude. We have no street lamps or pretty colored sky- signs to look at, and so we look at the Great Bear and. Orion, the Sickle and the Pleiades, trace out Cassiopela's chair and watch to see Sirius come up over the hilltop like a messenger bear {ing thrilling tidings. We know they are far off, but there is nothing be- tween us, and intimacy seems to make them curiously near and friendly. A cloudy night that blots out the stars is ag gloomy an experience for us as an accident at the electric power-house that puts out the street lights and plunges the house in darkness Is to the J dweller in Hampstead and Clapham. The Cheerful Nights. But it is the moon that is our most, precious neighbor, andl the hour of its__* rising and setting regulates our com: up one night all the countryside would... * know about it. There would be a uni- X versal hue-and-cry and no one would .. sleep in his bed for watching. When 'the sickle of the new moon appears in the sunset sky the cheerful nights set tern if. we want to go to the wood-shed - or to the chicken-run at the end of the garden to investigate some unfamiliar sound that proceeds from thence. If there 1s anything contemplated at the village schoolroom down in the valley it Is fixed for an evening when the moon fs high to light us by road or field-path; and when the moon is near the full we reach the high festival of our country nights. Zz While T have been writing, the moon r has been gathering power. The night is clear and full of stars, There is the a glisten of frost on the grass. The wind ag " has follen and the~ylafn that glim- : mers below in the moonlight is sound- less. It would be a sin not -to be abroad - on such a night. Moreover, } Ben and Jeff need a run before set Gi. tiing down for sleep. They love the F moonlight, too, not for its poetry but gifs for its ald in the ceaseless, but ever Sar unrewarded, task of exploring rabhit- FER 14 holes and other futile hints of sports; = "Come, Ben. Come, Jeff! Be san From "Many Furrows," by Alpha of the Plough. Rr nlp Spring in An English Village. Rain has fallen during the night. The morning is gray with thin clouds and sunlight struggling to pierce thefr' filmy veil. The air is fresh and damp and the hidden orchestra of insect music is in full play. : Is every spring more wonderful than the last? Such a guestion comes in. voluntarily on such a morning. Sure- 2 ly.apple blossom is the chosen bloom % to rate spring's new dress. For look here or (lier, the orchards ere all clad in white and pale pink. Cow parsley has sprung up everywhere and is having its own way over flower, making a haze of grayi over the green; but the gay your tercups will not be hidden thrusting up their cups of yello The inquisitive cow half hidden ) growth turns'a mild eye fo inspect stranger, and satisfied of peaceful eition Tefunies Le @ ony 3 | ed to the orchard to the lane.