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Don’t be surprised if you have an attack of rheumatism this spring. Just rub the affected parts freely with Chamberlain’s Liniment and it will soon disap- pear. Sold by all dealers. Man.. is at present visiting her parents, .Mr. and Mrs. J. Hoeflin. Mr. and Mrs. J. McMillan spent Sunday with the latter’s sister. Mrs. C. Nelson. b““~ ”s‘s~”s‘“s~. Those who braved the rain storm on Monday night last and attended the Shredded Wheat Banquet at Holstein, partook of a very dainty luncheon, and also enjoyed agood program afterwards A number of others started, but turned back: on account of the rain. Mr. Chas. Nelson left Tuesday morning for Regina, Sask. Most of the farmers around here are busy ploughing. We have not iheard of anyone sowing any- thing yet. iiReports from the West tell us they have done con- siderable sowing, but then we Easterners are always behind our “'estern brethren. We extend to Mr. and Mrs. W. Trimble, of Fleslherton, our sincere sympathy in their recent ber- cavement. We knew the deceased in childhood, and regret to learn of !'his untimely and sad end. Wm. Black, JNO. SCHULTZ or myself at the shop George Whitmore Pumps, Curbing, Tile W. H. BEAN Thousands of am bitious young people are being instructed in heir homes by our Home Study Dept. You may finish at 0011- ege if you desire. Pay when- ever you wish. Thirty Years’ Experience. Largest trainers in Canada. Enter any day. Positions guaranteed. If you wish to save board and learn while you earn, write for partic- ulars. HE SELLS CHEAP W'alkerton Business College GEO. SPOTTON, President HOME STUDY OUR NEW PRINTS AND SHEETINGS ANYONE ONE NEEDING New Pumps, Pump Re- pairs, Cement Curbing or Culvert Tile, see . . . . NO VACATION will not warp, rot, crack. blister, crumble or rust. Strongly fire-resisting. Ru-ber-old roofs laid 21 years ago are still sound and weather tight. If you want a roof to last, investigate Ru-ber-old. 3 Permanent Colors- Red. Brown, Green - and natural Slate. 75 Solo Canadian MEI. mmmrma. dmm T H E ROOFING are HOW "I. “Christ,” he implored, his eyes fixed on the dark blue vault of the heavens, “you will pity me? I cannot bear the suspense. Christ, is that dear heart still? Did he die to-day? You won’t answer me. i have separated, severed, annihilated myself by sin. But we have all sinned, and yet when Lazar- us died, you wept and comforted them; why not comfort me? 1 need it more than they. Have I sinned past all rede nption? Christ, listen; “it me make a covenant with you. Re- store Felix; give him his life; leave him here on this earth; let him breathe; let him be warmed by the same sun, see the same moon and stars. I don‘t ask for his loveâ€"only his life; his dear, precious life. As for me, in return for the almighty precious boon, take my talent, my in- tellect, my learning; all the hope of what I dreamed I might become; all happiness and love. Blight my life with this everlasting curse; but leave Felix. Oh, save Felix!" “God," he breathed; “Godâ€"Godâ€" you cannot mean it; you cannot mean to take him. You don’t know what you are about to take. Him? ’Tis I; not Felix. If you don’t know that, you are not a God at all. Here I am; I am the culprit. Do what you like with me. Kill meâ€"torture meâ€"burn meâ€" flay me, but leave Felix alone. Do you hear?” he shouted, as the train thundered along between the low- lying meadows, bathed in the clarified light; “leave him alone, I tell you; leave him alone!” He clung to the Window, rocked by the motion of the train, panting in quick spasmodic gasps, a. slight froth on his lips. “God,” he exclaimed, in a sudden frenzy, “if this is your especial pun- ishment for my especial sin, I cannot bear it; I will not bear it. You are killing meâ€"my heart is breakingâ€" you are paralyzing itâ€"oh, Godâ€"lift your hand!" He writhed in an agony of intoler- able pain, lifted his Wild wonderful eyes to the stars and prayerful]? clasped his hands. on the cushions and stared out at the moon-lit night. This, then, was the black, damna- ble “something" that had dogged him continuously and cast its prophetic shadow across his path. It had come when he was least prepared for i. and Felix was dyingâ€"perhaps (1 ad; no, not dead. not yet; he (Paul) had sinned, but there was mercy as well as justice, and kind mercy would avert that blow. Felix dying! That strong manâ€"- that dear manâ€"that heart so full of fire, so full of kind, unselfish thought â€"the only soul he cared for in all the Wide world! Could such a. monstrous thing be? Paul was scarcely conscious of the run to King's Cross, but the sudden stoppage at the station, and the need for action, quick nimble action, roused him. He took his ticket, entered a first-class carriage of the waiting train and let down the window. There was hardly a soul about, he fancied he must be the only or thereabouts the only passenger. Mewed up and pant- ing for air, he paced the narrow limits of the compartment until the train was in motion, then threw himself down He leaned from the window and drank feverishly of the keen night air. He paused, his grievous young face turned to the unintelligible immensity above him, and lo! a. star, brighter and farther removed from the rest, twink- led, gently scintillated and smiled down on him. It understood; it was sorry. Sorry for the sin, the pain, and the misery he had brought into his life. If so, it was Felix. Only Felix understood; only Felix would care or be sorry. This was the answer. Fe- lix had gone; he was there. The man’s familiar face, his calm, sensible, commonplace speech, had a. wonderful effect .on Paul. He had borne his trouble alone; been alone so long, so many days, that the kindly smile, the friendly greeting, brought I. dreadful obstruction in his throat; a. mum: of water More». the spon- “Unusual time tor you to return, air," Pointer said, pleasantly. w“‘Yofi mizst make sure or tnls last train, sixty-five," Johnson said, look- ing up at the cabman. “You must land the gentleman in time, you know, even if your old gee-gee gives up the ghost afterwards; it’sâ€"” he lowered his voiceâ€"“it’s a matter of life and death, sixty-five ! ” There came bubbling up from his throat peals of melodious laughter, such as he had never laughed before, nor likely to laugh again. He was still smiling and muttering when the train ambled into East Weyberne Sta. tion. Pointer caught sight of him and stepped forward to open the can\ riage door. “Felix," he said, gazing fixedly at the star, “if you are there I am com- ing. too. You know everything now, darling; you know I love you; you know I cannot stay here; you know that you have taken my heart, my soul, the light from my life; and now take me. Felix, come down,” he stretched out his arms with ineffable yearning. “Draw me up, Felix,” he sohhed; “draw me up to you!” Was there a voice? He looked around and listened. The jar of the train, the Row hoot of an owl, the sough of the wind in the pines were fhe only night Rounds. “Why did you send me away, Felix?” ue whispered. “Why, oh, why, did I go? I_ kdewushg: would hurt you; I knew I should lose you. And. You; a child without you. There is no brain, no powel} no nerve, no stay!" How well he knew the dear familiar turnpike. and how still and solemn it lay in the moonlight, with the hoar frost on its bare, black trees, and the dew diamonds sparkling on either edge . How many times he had walk ed, cycled, and driven along it with Felix; with the dear fellow who was dyingâ€"dying. In that plantation yon- der Felix had taught him to shoot, and through that gap in the fence he had carelessly crawled with his gun on the day the brambie caught its trig- ger and the squire’s best pointer was killed. It was along this broad, even road that Felix had taught him to drive; taught him to love him; taught him everything that was helpful, wholesome. and trueâ€"and Felix was goneâ€"gone like the rifle smoke through the wood. Ah! there was a light. in the room; a shadow on the blind. She was com- ing. Could he live till she came? He went and stood on the flight of steps which led to the French Window. The light was wavering towards the par- lor; she would come that way. He knew she would cross that dim hallow- ed room and Open the long glass doors. She did exactly what he surmised. She kept the candle in her hand, pull- ed aside the curtain, pressed an appre- hensive wondering face to the pane, and looked at him. “Open the door, Agnes,” he whis- pered, a. bush through his voice. “Oh, for Heaven’s sake, open the door!” She held the candle above her head and stared at him. He was terrible to look at; his face white and drawn; the veins in his neck and temples swollen with running; his thin should- ers heaving; and, above all, the hun- gry yearn in the blood-shot eyes. “18 he alive?” he gasped. “It you mean Felix, of course he's alive. He's in bed and asleep. He’s getting well fast. He posted a letter to you to-day.” He passed Weyberne Church; pass- ed the Larches. and pulled up sharp at the Manor House gate. It was fas- tened. He fumbled at it. His fingers were useless. He scrambled over it. ran across the frozen grass and stared at the house. There was no light; no sign of life or movement. and the moon shone full on the wh’te drawn blmds. Was he gone? Had he gone away into that vast silence with- out a word, a look, a touch. of his dear hand? It could not be; not if this was a God-haunted, a God-govern- ed world; and yet. where was Agnes? Where was Agnes? He stooped and dug up a few small pebbles from the frozen gravel with his nails and threw them up at her window pane. The sharp ciick start- led him. He waited and watched, and then threw another. Dear Heaven! The cruelty; the waste of human suffering! He stag- gered across the room into the near- est chair, laid his arms on the old walnut table, his head on them, and burst into a wild, convulsive sobbing. The bar slipped, the lock turned, the door Opened, and he stumbled over the threshold. Agnes set the candle down. rushed across to him, and ,put her hand over his mouth. "Hush!” she said, in a sharp under- tone. “Felix is overhead; you must not do that here. Do you want him to see what I guessed the afternoon you refused to go back to town? How 0011” you be so foolish as to comeâ€" In town there had been a fall in the temperature during the day, with a suspicion of frost in the atmOSphere; but here, in the open country, the air was stinging, while the roads had been dried and bleached by a cutting east wind. East \Veyberne was asleep. No one waited up for the last train. If passengers, guests, or friends were coming they would not be so insane as to arrive by the mail. He. walked Quickly through the ouiet town and out on to the nara, wmie road, and then ranâ€"ran as for dear life; ran as if hounded, hunted, a pack of howling wolves at his heels. For rheumatism you will find nothing better than Chamberlain’s Liniment. Try it and see . how quickly it gives relief. For sale by all dealers. and in the night, too? Paulâ€"" she shook himâ€"â€"â€" “for goodness’ sake don’t make that dreadful noise, I am sure Fem: will hrar and come dam" He understood 'the 'importance or her PeQuest, and struggled desperately to control the drawn-out, tearing sobs that seemed to rend and convulse his whole frame. Agnes, in great trepi- dation; beside herself with all kinds of nervoua conjectures, fears, and an- tioipations, kept her hand over his mouth, and muffled his head in the folds of her dressing-gown until the worst of the freshet was staunched, and the sobbing became less, almost subdued. - “Not that I know of,” he said, smil- ing cheerfully; “the squire had an accident a few days ago, as I think you know, and he’s on the sick list still. Did you expect Birch to meet you. sir?" “No; I am walking. Good-night.” “Good-night, sir; you’ll have a splen- did trampâ€"the roads are as hard as iron.” tineous wefiing ‘0'! ’0“! Those prec10us tears relieved the tension of his brain; his eyes lost their fierce look; he was sobered, calmer, more rational, more self possessed. “Ahy news, Pointer?” he asked, his lips twitching;_ “anyorge” i_11 orâ€".â€"_dead ?" “One minute, Agnes,” he stam- mered, deprecatingly, “and Iâ€"I’ll mas- ter it; You don’t know what I’ve suf- fered. .I did not get Lt till late this THE DURHAM CHRONICLE. “Pleasure! When. I first looked at you through the Window I thought you were an escaped lunatic. Listen, Paul, there is no time to waste; you can’t .stOp here"â€"â€"she wiped his forehead with her handkerchiefâ€"“What you ; have to do new from this moment is to get the better of this absurd attach- ment. You must never set eyes on Felix again until you have lived it ‘ down.” “What will you do with yourself in the meantime? It seems unkind, dear, but you understand, I can’t ask you to remain here. Felix must not know you came. If he saw you in this state he would guess everything." “No; don’t trouble about that,” he said sadly. “You will write to me, Agnes? Youâ€"you are the only per- son in the world who cares anything at all about me; don't let me drop out' of your life.” “Hush! Oh, my ‘ door; he is coming They moved together to the French window; Agnes opened it noiselessly; he stole softly down the steps into the moonlight, and she fastened it care- fully behind him. “I had no idea. you were such a poor silly thing," she remarked, giv- in; him a. shake. “Not that I think you will do anything of the kind; I give you credit for more sense; but I dare- say a change, a rest, would do you good. Couldn't you manage a short houday?” “I’ll go to the Hall. I know Jamee’s Window; I daresay I can waken him. A chair in the library will be ample accommodation for the length of time.” She rose, and he stood up and put on his hat. “Agnes.” he asked. hesitatingly, putr ting a hand on her shoulder; “what is your Opinion; what line do you hon- estly think Felix would take if heâ€"he guessedâ€"you know?” “Dear, I don't want to hurt your feelings, but I am sure he would be horribly disgusted. You see,” she went on. without DOLICing how he winced, “Felix has such old-fashioned, antiquated ideas. especially about wo- men; he would think it exceedingly wrong. He is not the kind of man to overlook such an unseemly thing. He would consider it depraved and lowâ€" a. degradation. He would not receive you here again." “Felix cares; he thinks no end of you, and always will, so long as you can hide the truth. Live down the love, Paul, and keep his respect and liking." "I’ll try, Agnes; I'll try. He is well and safe; that is all I ask, and I am thankful; most thankful, 80â€"” “Hush! Oh, my dear, that’s Felix'a Paul. “111 see what 1 can do." he said, looking at his watch; “I can go back to London in five hours' time.” “Thank you.” He put his arm round her and kissed her. “Good-night; good-bye. Don’t quite forget me, As- nee.” “You don’t think me unkind, Paul, turning you out like this?" “I can’t,’ he said pathetically; “I can’t, Agnes; I’ve lost my nerve.” “Nonsense," she returned, brusque- 1y; “there is nothing the matter with you beyond being a little run down. You see you have been overdoing it lately, and had the worry of Judith and Mrs. Wycherly at the same time, besides working yourself up into this ridiculous state about Felix. All that anxiety removed, you will be able to give your entire mind to shaping your career. What are you going to do now?” “I don’t know,” he said wearily; ‘very likely put a bullet through my brain. I am tired, Agnes; so fearfully tired.” “How am I to do it?” he asked ear- neatly. “You must go back by the first morning train, then you must resign your post at the Hall and change your hotel. You have an object in life, Paul, and throwing yourself heart and soul into the whirl and turmoil of its attainment will bring forgetfulness. Use Sir Thomas’s influence and work your way up into the position you ori- ginally intended.” “I don’t know," he returned meekly. “I wouldn’t have done it if I could have helped it, Agnes; it’s no pleasure to me." “Paul,” she said, cheeerfully, with a dash of practicalness, “if I had not seen it my own self, I would never have believed that you, mind, you, with your head-piece, your ambition, your furious craze, would run amuck as you have done; would ever be so inconsistent, so idiotic as to set your affections on Felix. What on earth possessed you to do it?" me!" She sprang to her feet, pushed him back in his chair, sat on his knee, and held up his face so that his eyes met hers. evening," he whiE‘p‘e'Téd. handing the telegram. She did not know; she never would. Only his Maker knew; only the Eye that never slumbers nor sleeps had seen. She read the message and knelt down beside him, drawing his head to her shoulder. “I didn’t send it; I didn't send it, dear. It’s a diabolical, cruel hoax!" “Agnes! Agnes! It’s nearly killed down!" nex- “I know, but I asked him how he was feeling, and he insisted on telling me about his stomach trouble.” “Did you tell him to take Cham berlain’s Tablets ‘2” “Sure, that is what he needs.” Sold by all dealers. WHY HE WAS LATE. “What made you so late ‘2” “I met Smithson.” “Well, that is no reason Why you should be. an hour late getting home to supper.” ”â€"“iFelix, you were dreaming. To whom should I be talking in the mid- dle of the night?” “That is winat I want. to know. To whom were you speaking?” “To no one; it’s your imagination. v ":Iâ€" heard voices as well, Agnes. To whom were you speakipg?” _ “Nothing.” she returned hurriedly; “I thought I heard a noise.” “I heard a noise; was it you?” “Yes.” she said, relieved; “I kicked over a stool." He had slipped a cloth dressing- gown over his pyjamas, and he looked wonderfully handsome, his face flushed with sleep, his fair han- pic- .turegquely rumpled; the ends of his moustache bent upwarfis. ”CVâ€"~â€" “What is the matter?" he asked as- tonished. -.w-. -vâ€"â€"â€"â€" ', up the candle and looked anxioual across the room to behold Felix stun - in:I overwhelmingly large and substan- tl 1n the now wlde opendooyway, It was true the trio were parted; the charmed circlet broken; snapped suddenly with such bewildering haste that she scarcely realized what the breach meant. But despite the at- tendant regret, how excellent, how good a thing it was to be freed from the weight of so much anxiety. That the climax should have come so soon was essential, and welcome in more ways than one, for the men were in- separable during Paul’s leisure hours. They were either driving or shooting, or tramping the country toogether, or arguing and smoking their heads of! in the keeping-room. Under such cin oumstances could she have married, settled in East Weyberne, and left those dear, stupid things in undil- uted possession of the old Manor ouse? Of course not. If by any mis- chance or miscarriage of Paul’s weak- ened nerve Felix diseoveredâ€". A slight sound caught her ear. She held ‘ _ __‘--.._‘_ Heigh-ho! So it was over! She hrd often wondered how ’it would be. She had imagined and anticipated a hun- dred different dramatic endings, al- ways attended by one huge calamity. She had never dreamed of this quiet, prosaic end: the unbarring of the French window, Paul stepping softly out into the November moon-light, and the door re-closed upon a long mys- terious silence, instead of some hor- rible, baleful tragedy. She drew a deep breath of relief. He had left at the right moment, in good odor, with the breeze of popularity blowing about him. Everything had gone smoothly, swimmingly well. ence Doubtless they, too, had Joyea and suffered in this self'same room, and, perchance, looking back across a century’s mystic absence, they grieved at the sable strands of pain each toiling weaver mingled and wove with the bright. scarlet; the sweet, harmonious mioring, and the golden thread than ran through the woof of life. é Matthews Latimem1: S. SCOTT :: 3316213325”: 9.0999000990090000OOOOOOOO’OOOOOOOOGOOOOOOOOOOQ6900.0 9009‘ This is the reason why women have “ nerves.’ ’ When thoughts begin to grow cloudy and uncertain, impulses lag and the warnings of pain and distress .are sent like flying messages throughout limbs and frame, straightway, nine times in ten, a womanwill lay the cause of the trouble to some defect at the point where she first felt it. Is it a headache, a backache, a sensation of irritability or twitching and uncontrollable nervousness, something must be wrong with the head or back, a woman naturally says, but all the time the real trouble very often centers in the womanly organs. In nine cases out of ten the seat of the dificulty is here, and a woman should take rational treatment for its cure. The local disorder and inflam- mation of the delicate special organs of the sex should be treated steadily and systematically. per cent. of such cases. After using this re (ice he put it up in form of Dr. Pierce’s F: easily procurable, and it can be had at any MRS. LILA B. HaWKINS, .of Zeus, Va., writes: “I had been failing in health for two yearsâ€"most of the time was not able to a ttend to my household duties. Female weakness was my trouble and I was getting very bad but. thanks. to Doctor Pierce’s medicines. I am well and strong again. I took only three bottles of ‘ Favor- ite Prescription,’ and used the ‘Lotion Tablets.’ I have nothing but praise for Doctor Pierce’s wonderful medicines.” Dr. fierce, during a long period of practice, found that a prescription made from medicinal extracts of native roots,without the use of alcohol relieved over 90 per cent. of .such cases. After using this remedy for many years ii: his private prac. tice he put it up in form of Dr. 'Pierce’s Favorite Prescription, that would make it 43:10:... n-AA-n-‘L'- -‘J :4. _ _ _ L TAKE DR. 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