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' »~ {6 , -.,~m MIA... .w...M_...'4â€"â€"-.. _. : ‘ . . . » ' ‘ V ‘ W :y CHAPTER V.â€"(Contmued). 1n had never really existed; tlflat hie 291$}: 11,:in 3' huny than the leSt Extra Granulated Sugar l - “Why do you try to hide that had beenlltterly deceive’d’ d6 fig“ ' “Will you kindly tell me the way ‘ . h. . if; ‘ ' . from me?” he cried. “Are you al- ed; and that_ 80111819111113 had een to the Arundel Hotel?» he asked. In t IS new 5-Pound Package 1s the cleanset, “is . ready betrothed to this miller taken from him which could never The young man turned at the Purest sugar you can buy. Each Package .39 man 7" ream“: . ,, sound of his voice, looked keenly - I Wlll not live a day longer, be contains 5 full pounds of sugar. ‘\ ' 'vvvv VV' _..__..__.,,.... .. i “It was only last Sunday,” she sobbed. “And I meantto write to you; I did, indeed.” - Once more she covered her face with her hands, this time not at- tempting to hide from Frithiof the beautiful circlet of brilliants on her third finger. It seemed to him that giant hands seized on him then, and crushed out of him his very life. Yet the pain of living went on remorse- less-ly, and as if from a very great distance he heard Blanche’s voice. “I am engaged to Lord Remi- aux,” she said. “He had been in Norway on a fishing-tour, but it was on the steamer that we first met. ‘And then almost directly I knew that at Munkeggen it had all been quite a mistake, and that I had never really loved you. We met again at one of the watering- places in September; but it.) was only settled the day before yester- day. . I wishâ€"oh, how I wishâ€"that I had written to tell you !” She stood up impulsively and drew nearer to him. “Is there nothing I can do to make up for my mistake?” she said, lifting pathetic eyes to his. “Nothing,” he said, bitterly. “Oh, don’t think badly of me for it,” she pleaded. “Don’t hate me.” . “Hate you i” he exclaimed. “It will be the curse of my life that I love youâ€"that you have made me love you.” -‘ He turned as though to go away. “Don’t go without saying good- bye,” she exclaimed; and her eyes said more plainly than words, “I do not mind if you kiss me just once more.” , He paused, ice one minute, fire the next, yet through it all aware that his conscience was urging him to go without delay. '4 Blanche watched him tremulousâ€" ly; she drew yet nearer. ‘ “Could we not still be friends?” she said, with a pathetic little qui~ ver in her voice. “No,” he cried, vehemently, yet with a certain dignity in his man-s ner; “no, we could not.” -Then, before Blanche could re- cover enough from her sense of hu- miliation at this rebuff to speak, he bowed to her and left the room. She threw herself down on the sofa and buried her face in the ' cushions. “Oh, what must he think of me? what must he think of me?” she sobbed. “How I wish I said to himself; “not an hour long- er some attainable thing to desire ar- dently, were it only death and anniâ€" hilation, he quickened his pace and felt a sort of renewal of energy and life within holding before which he thought was worth pur- suing. ’ light for which he had longed was fast closing in upon him; a sort of blue haze seemed gathering over the park; night was coming on. was this horrible new struggle which was beginning within him? “Evil,” he would with his own life? Where was the harm in ending that which ' was hopelessly spoiled and ruined? Was not suicide a perfect legitimate )) And in the relief of having him, urging him on, him the one aim He was alone again, and the twi- What “sin,” could he not at least do what ending to a life? A voice within him answered his question plainly: “To the man with a diseased brainâ€"the man who doesn’t know what he is aboutâ€"it is no worse an end than to die in bed of a fever. But to youâ€"you who are afraid of the suffering of life, you who know quite well what you are doingâ€"to you it is sin.” Fight against it as he would, he could not stifle this new conscious- ness which had arisen within him. Only women or children could hold such a creed; only those who led sheltered innocent, ignorant lives. Looking back afterward on the frightful struggle, it seemed to him that for ages he had tossed to and fro in that horrible hesitation. In reality all must have been over within a quarter of an hour. There rose before him the recollection of his father as he had last seen him standing on the deck of the steamer, and he remembered the tone of his voice as he had said: “I look to you, Frithiof, to carry out the aims in which I myself have failed, to live the life that I could wish to have lived.” He saw once again the wistful look in his father" 5 eyes, the ming- led love, pride, and anxiety with which he had turned to him, loath to let him go, and yet eager to speed him on his way. Should he now disappoint all his hopes? Should he, deliberately and in the full pos- session of all his faculties, take a at him for an instant, then held out his hand in cordial welcome. “How are you?” he exclaimed. “What a lucky chance that we should have run across each other in the dark like thisl. Have you been long in England?” Frithiof, at the first word of hear- ty greeting, looked up with start- led eyes, and in the dim gasâ€"light he saw the honest English face and' kindly eyes of Roy Boniface. CHAPTER VII. Meantime the brougham had bowled swiftly away and its two oc- cupants down comfortably as though they had settled themselves were'preparing for a long drive. “Are you warm enough, my child? Better let me have this win- dow down, and you put yours up,” said Mrs. Boniface, glancing with motherly anxiety at the fair face beside her. “You spoil me, mother, dear,” said Cecil. “And indeed I do want you not to worry about me. I am quite strong, if you would only be‘ lieve it.” ’ “Well, well, I hope you are,” said Mrs. Boniface, with a sigh. “But any way it’s more than you look, child.” And the mother thought wistful- ly of two graves in a distant cemeâ€" tery where Cecil’s sisters lay; and she remembered with a cruel pang that only a few days ago some friend had remarked to her, with the thoughtless frankness of a rapid talker, about .4. il’s dfelicate apâ€" pearance. “I am glad we have seen Doctor Royson,” said Cecil, “because now we shall feel quite comfortable, and you won’t be anxious any more, mo- ther. It would be dreadful, I think, to have to be a sort of semiâ€"invalid all one’s life, though I suppose some people must enjoy it, since Doctor Royston said that half the girls in London were invalided just for want 01 sensible work. I rather believe, mother, that is what has been the matter with me,” and she laughed. “You, my dear!” said Mrs. Boniâ€" face; “I am sure you are not at all idle at home. No one could say such a thing of you.” “But I am always having to in- vent things to do to keep myself busy,” said Cecil. “Mother, I have got a plan in my head now that M# .4 . ..:- .-..‘ x f 'yes’ to “it.” “It isn’t that you want to go into some sisterhood ?” asked Mrs. Boni- face, _her gentle gray eycs filling with tears. ' . “Oh, no. no,” said Cecil, empha- tically. “Why, how could I ever go away from home and leave you, darling, just as I am getting old enough to be of use to you? It’s nothing of that kind, and the worst of it is that it would mean a good deal of expense to father, which seems hardly fair.” “He won’t grudge that,” .said Mrs. Boniface. “Your father would do anything to please you, dear. What is this plan? .Let me hear about it.” " “Well, the othernight when I was hearing all about those poor Grant- leys opposite to usâ€"how the mother had left her husband and childrenl and gone off no one knows where.l and then how the father had forged that check and would certainly be imprisoned, I began to wonder what sort of a chance the children had in the world. And no one seemed to know or to care what would become of them,- except father, and he said we must try to get them into some asylum or school.” ‘ ' “It isn’t many asylums that would care to take them. I expect.” said Mrs. Boniface. “Poor little things, there’s a hard fight before. them! But what was your plan?” “Whv. mother, it was just to per- suade father to let them come to us for the five years. Of course it Ask your fawn-vex»:th .“ \Grocer ’1‘ \§.for it. i. :g>.\\\‘\\‘\; ‘ A.” Canada Sugar \, Refining Co. \\\ years, and I do so want you to say so ,nice to have children about the house 1 One can never be dull where there are children.” “I knew she was dull at home,” I thought the mother to herself. “It was too much of a change for her to come back from school, from so many educated people and young friends, to an ignorant old woman like me and a silent house. Not that the child would ever allow it.” “But of course, darling,” said Cecil, “I won’t say a word more about it if you think it would trou- ble you or make the house too noisy.” “There is plenty of room for them. poor little mites,” said Mrs. Boniface. “And the plan is just like you, dear. There’s only one objection I have to it. I don’t like your binding yourself to work for so many yearsâ€"not just now while you are so young. I should have liked you to marry, dear.” "But I don’t think that is likely," said Cecil. “And it does seem so stupid to let the time pass on and do nothing for years and years just because there is a chance that some man whom you could accept may propose to you. The chances are quite equal that it may not be so, and then you have wasted a great part of your life.” “I wish you could have fancied Herbert White,” said Mrs. Baniâ€" faoe, wistfully. “He would have made such a good husband.” “I hope he will to some one else. But that would have been impoos' would be an expense to him, but I sihle. mother, quite, quite impos- had Written to him at Once and t h' b ' ' - would teach them. and hel to take asible.” saved myself this dreadfuhscene! 12%;;tfhhflufigmglgisgffible would settle my work for five WhOle care of them; and oh. it Emuld be‘ (To be continued.) . l gowd‘fiofild Illhave gee?) so filmy ! so then he remembered for the first â€"~â€"â€"-â€"â€"'â€"â€""‘*“ i ea ’1 ' - ‘ ,. ,,.,,. . ..~w , , . . a... i wilting“ ii 3.3 word: if: irlaei‘iefi ems thgtlalreidy trouble and .vexa- ,/W///:» Myhpoor he is; 121:2. assess; a ‘l ' l 4 as eturne away. I wish we could ’ L . . / W' ' -â€" f ~ . . ; have been friends still; it used to 31:11?!) rfiggeg the gofinecflsn 31:” 1 Q O Q i be so 11° 11.686an m Norimy; he was him elfgtiie high: he: plfnuliilveo % ' ° ' s" so un i'e ot er peop e' be inter- C . 'Se . . ‘ '~ E h 7"; 3: ested me_ And now it {S all over, d‘alen with a new and unfamiliar QW‘N” TEL W 0 W1 - find I shall ngfier be able to meet lclouo' uponait,tfi1€hillstevid oil: 1the ‘ ‘ . . ?‘ " im again. , I have managed onglng-or ea ere came 0 lim ' .. Pr CO ‘1- t h 16 Q J ‘ yery badly. If I had not been so ‘1 110510! longmgâ€"a lopgmg to go % ' Z?" {57. m . - ( L impruldent on Munkeggen he might back arid hfelp, a longing to make % , 3- V c . ave een my cavalier all his life up to is athcr for the loss and -., -, \ R will ' ' . i" and I should have liked to show hini vexation and the slight whicti had j‘i . HF}; lid] be twehie ca81118§1?es llln 'le over her people. I should have been put upon him. He began to ' ' Iac O 6 1111.16 prownccs ( 1n ) 3/; ll to inltiate in everythinig.” feel ashamed of the other Wlsh, he % ,' The clock on the mantel-p1ece began to realize that, there was 35111 % Farmers. The 1911 Contest was so successful in awakâ€" 13,. struck five. She started up and ran something to be lived for, though ening interest in.thc use of Concrete on the farm, thata it “CITIES to one Of the mll‘rorsw IOOkmE indeed life looked to him as dim / I, \_ second contest, In Wthh three times as many prizes are 7" ’ll 1 h u i , . % - . l . anx10us y at er eyes. Oh, dear. and unmvitmg as the twilight park % I 3“ offered, was dccnded upon for thls year. l '5 oh, clear! what shall I do ?” she 'th -t t}, f ' t d % l The Contest this year is divided into three classes “A " ' thonght' “Algernon Win be here un1 :owlfg osligudgray nus , an 4 , “B” and “C,” and there will be four prizes in each classl (Fi’m “if directly, and I have made a perfect P .p s e- . g// ' prizc,$50; Second prize, $25;Third prize, 615; Fourth prize, $10.) ; Object of myself with crying n Emerg‘ng once more mto the busy é - Thus there are three 550 Prizes, three 525 Prizes, three 315 lg Then as the door bell-rang she world Of traffic at Hyde Park cor' .1 ~ I " ’ Prize” and “1’” momma-’7’" 940" P'Wim'e- r. , , . . .. .) caught up a couvrette, sunk down 32:12: .percefimgooi.gm fgfilgm . ; _â€"___ _,__- _ _ _ __ _ A, " DESCRIPTION OF CLASSES i,‘ '33, on the sofa, and covered herself up o 3f Bess {:3 e. h 1 l“ ‘11. ,. i " . ' -"T In Each Class there will he First, Second, Third and Fourth Prizes g; picturesquely. “There is nothing $0131 Ogoe t :9 m 131‘? quiz“ 1?“; : ($50, $25, 815, and $10) for Each Province. i , ' ’1 ' y e erpen me. or e rs - . . " nâ€" . o - o ' " W“ W 8» bad headache» she and time he ,8], keen, m, 1,, was 5,, % COUP O N -. m”-;ct....W.:::;:.s:u:r:.:.zr.lwas;a?“d"b M" . to herself. y gx- ' cuss n-vâ€"rrl be u a be! d h / :3 I k .t a d th r c m / ' b. “stale “It: 51!.“ ourlamnlncschpwdpccvhncn p ole- 71 . an un nown c1 y, n e e a e my 5: can a work done will. Conant: Cum“ on as: / .3' over a Sick Ion 'n for Norwa » . hunch I912. - » Q g y) é “mu-ED l CLASS"C"â€"Priz¢u'lobclnrlellolbo four “men ln each province who send- In f/ 2,! .H for dear old Bergen, for the famll- . _ ' t the be“ dtrtnflumfiduu how any pfczc o! concrete with wu done with %; ‘ On the stairs Frithiof was wayiaid iam mountains, the familiar faces, : ’ Herald Bmldmg' “butt”! 0 US$333?) um" i” a" m“ m" l,” m”’“““" w m“ T b Mr. Mor an- it was with a sort the friend] ‘ reetin f ass rs-b - ' ’ ' " ‘ ,l y _ g ’ I . y .8 83 0 P 9 Y- p1 d fun m 1 f I Don t think that you must use: large quantity of cement In order to M } v of surprise that he heard hlS own For a few minutes he stood still, un- l the 16:15: éngZf Prize Pcofitfsmod : wma prize. The quantity of ccmcntuscd does not count in Classes “B” " calm replies to the Englishman’s certain which road to take won- “Wh’ d, I "dug" Mm? “lutyw's P’iRWim‘m “"dnrfli‘dc “mem' ‘ .i’- - - - ’ //, af’cc COPY 0‘ Y°m°b°°k 3‘ c ‘ When you enter the Contest, you have a chance to win a cash 2,"? Pol“? . Speeches’ and regrets’ and dermg how m the world he Should , Farmer Can DoWith Concrete." : prize of SSOuwcll as the ccrtainty'that you will add a firrmamt v " .3 filquirles afis to llivlfiln lie mtg-glad at?! gettthrough the wezaliy hogrs If his , ' {mpgowftzgvflmg 1ny ougflggifl copy, be mm imd for 7., orway, or a 6 mac e 5011 ary evening. ose y 1m 8. y; .l our 60 , t; c met" an, o i Concretc._" twi not % ,was swimming, and it was astonish- young man stood talking to the ocâ€" 1: gm" '. 51‘ many ‘mP’0Yi‘m‘m’fl‘i‘1‘YWmmememcmg‘hccmmh ,‘f. all ing that he could frame a. correct cupants of a brougham which had ‘ N‘me ------ , at“: wanrm.‘ :(i‘isdcfm'm inn?" am“ . 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