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“be a bounder in saying it. } CHAPTER IV.—(Céntinued.) “I should have been here before,” he said, “only I was detained. I met a man who happened to take my over- coat to-day in mistake for his own from the hairdresser’s. He turned out to be a decent sort of chap, and I couldn’t get rid of him at once. But that’s by the way. I’ve come here to say something which is awfully dif- ficult to say. I've fought it out with myself and I’ve wondered if I should I’m afraid something that a I don’t But im going to say gentleman oughten’t to say. know. I really don’t know. «momething within tells me that if I \@on’t say it I should be doing some- thing which I should regret all my life long. But you must forgive me, ‘and if, after what I’ve said, you feel that I oughtn’t to have done so, I do beg you will forgive me, Marjorie. ‘Will you forgive me?” Her voice was very low. said, in almost a whisper. t “You are engaged to another man,” he said. “I don’t know him, I have never seen him. I know he is a great swell and very impo-tant. A year ago, if anybody sad taid me that I was go- ing to talk to a girl who was engaged to another man as I’m talking to you, I should probably have knocked him down. Shows one never knows, doesn’t it, Marjorie: ° She began to breathe quickly. Her breast rose and fell, her agitation was very manifest. The tears were begin- ning to well up in her eyes. She hated herself for the visible emotion; she did her best to control it. But it was utterly impossible, and she knew that she was telling him, even now, what she know he most desired to hear. He got up from his chair, big, force- ful, manly, and young, and was by her side in a moment. “Marjorie,” he said, “dear, sweet girl, I can’t help telling you, however wrong it may be. I love you—I love you deeply and dearly. I am quite cer- tain, I know not how, but I’m quite certain, and nothing in the world could persuade me I wasn’t, that I’m the man who was made for you and that you're the girl who was made for me. I can’t put it poetically, I don’t know how to say it beautifully as the johnnies say it in the novels and on the stage, but, darling, I love you.” There was a catch and a break in his voice; a sob had come into it. Then he went on. “Do you know, Marjorie, I can’t help thinking, some- how, that you must have made a mis- take.” He was kneeling now by the side of Ler chair. His arms stole round her and she made no motion to forbid it. It was a moment of abso- lute surrender—a surrender which she had no power to withstand. And now he held her in his strong arms, his kisses fell upon her lips, her thead was on his shoulder, she was sobbing quietly and happily. With no word of avowel spoken, she gave her- self to him at that moment. He had felt, and his whole body was shaken with the joy and triumph, that, come what might, she was his in spirit, if, indeed, she could never be his in any other way. It was a great moment in those two young lives, young man and maid knowing themselves and each other for the first time. It wasn’t romantic exactly; there was nothing very striking about it, perhaps, but it was sweet—Ah! unutterably sweet! “Yes,” she * * * . . s He was walking about the room. “You must tell him,” he said, “dear- est. You.) have to go through so much more than I will, and it cuts me to the heart to think of it. You'll have to face all the opposition of everybody —of your people, of society,and the world generally. And I can’t help. You'll have to go through it alone. It’s a bitter thought that I can’t help you. Dear, dare you fight through this for me? Are you strong enough‘—are you brave enough?” She went up to him and placed both her hands upon his shoulders, look- ing straight into his face. “I have been wicked,” she said, “I have been wrong. But perhaps there ‘were excuses. Until one has felt love —real love, Gerald, one doesn't realize its claims or the duties one owes it. I was ambitious. I liked William well enough. He interested me and stim- ulated me. I felt proud to think that I was to be the companion of a man who knew and had done so much. But now the mere thought of,that com- panionship fills me with fear—not fear of him, but fear of the treachery I should have done my nature and my- self if I had married him. I don’t ‘know what will happen, but here and now, Geraid, whatever may be the out- come, I tell you that I love you, and I swear to you, however wrong it may ‘be, whatever violence I may be doing to my plighted troth, I tell you that, however great the unworthiness, I will ‘be yours and yours alone. I know it is wrogg, and yet somehow I feel it can’t be wrong! I don’t understand, ‘but—but ” He took her in his arms once more and held her. It was late and he was going, and ‘was bidding her farewell. He knelt before her and took her hand, bowing vover it and kissing it. , “Good night,” he said, “my ledy, my The Strange Disappearance of © Gerald Rathbone. : By GUY THORNE. love, my bride! I am with you now, and shall be with you always in spirit until we are one, until the end of our lives. And whatever may be in store in the immediate future, I shall be watching and- waiting; I shall be guarding you and shielding you as well as I can. And if uhings come to the worst I shall be ready, and we will count the world as lost, as other wise lovers have done, for the sacred cause and in the holy service of Love. So he bowed over her slim, white hand and kissed it, looking in his beauty and confidence and strength like any knight of old, kneeling be- fore the lady he was pledged to serve. And when he was gone and she was alone in her room upstairs, Marjorie was filled with a joy and exhilaration such as she had never known before— and yet there seemed hanging over the little rosy landscape, the brightly- lit landscape in which she moved, a dark massive cloud. She dreamt thus. She dreamt that this cloud grew blacker and blacker and still more heavy, sinking lower and lower toward her. Then she saw her lover as a knight in armor cutting upward with a gleaming sword until the cloud parted and rushed away, and all was once more bathed in sun- light. She knew the name of that sword. It was not Excalibur—it was Love. CHAPTER V. A Conspiracy of Scientists. Sir William Gouldesbrough had been up very late the night before. He came down from his room on a grey morning a fortnight after the day on whic. he had told Marjorie some- thing of his hopes. It was nearly 12 o'clock. He had not retired to rest until 4 upon the same morning. And when he had at last left the great laboratories built out at the back of the house, he had stumbled up to his room, a man drunk with an almost in- describable success—a success of de- tail so per ‘ct and complete that his intelligence staggered before the su- preme triumph of his hopes. But the remaining portion of the night, or rather during the beginning of the chill wintry dawn, he had lain alone in his great Georgian bedroom watching the grey light filtering in flood by flood, until the dark became something more terrible, something filled with vast moving shadows, with monstrous creatures which lurked in the corners of the room, with strange half lights that went and came and gave the wan mirrors of the wardrobe, of the mantelshelf a ghost-like life, only to withdraw it and then once more to increase it. And as this great and famous man lay in Lis vast, lonely room without power of sleep two terrible emotions surged and throbbed within him—two emotions, in their intensity, too great for one mind to hold. One was the final and detailed tri- umph of all he held dear in the world of science and in the department of his life’s work. The other was the imminent and coming ruin of his heart’s hope, of the love which had come to him, and which had seemed the most wonderful thing that life could give. Yes, there he lay, a king of intellect, a veritable prince of the powers of the air! And all his triumph was but as dust and ashes and bitterness, be- cause he knew that he was losing a smaller principality, perhaps, but one he held dearer than all his other pos- sessions. Emperor of the great grey continent of science, he must now resign his lordship of the little rosy principality of Love. So, as he came down stairs close upon midday of the winter’s morning, a tall, distinguished figure in his long camel’s-hair dressing gown with its suggestion of a monk’s robe, the but- ler, who was crossing the hall at the time, was startled by the fixed palor of his face. The man went up to him. “Excuse me, Sir William,” he said, “but you’re working too hard. You're not well, sir. You mustn’t overdo it. I have got you a sole and mushrooms for breakfast, sir, but I should not ad- vise you to touch it, now I’ve seen you. If you'll allow me to offer my advice, I should suggest a bowl of soup.” “Thank you, Delaine,” Sir William answered. “‘But I don’t think I could take anything at present. Will you send my letters into the study?” ‘ “Yes, Sir William,” the man re- plied; “and I shall make so bold as to bring you a bowl of soup in half an hour as well.” Gouldesbrough crossed the great, gloomy hall and entered the study. A bright fire was glowing on the hearth, the placé was all dusted, tidy, and cheerful, even though the world outside was a blank wall of fog. He stood up in the middle of the room, tall, columnar, with a great dig- nity about him, had there been any one there to see. It was a dual digni- ty—the dignity of supreme success and the dignity of irremediable pain. The butler came in with the letters upon a copper tray. There was a great pile of them, and. as the man closed the door after he had put the tray upon the writing table, Sir Will- iam began to deal the letters like a pack of cards, throwing this and that one on the floor with a shuffling movement of the wrist. And as he did so his ‘eyes were horrid in their Searching and their intensity. _At last he came to the one he sought, a letter addressed to him ina bold but feminine handwriting. Ag his fingers touched it a loud sob burst out in the silence of the room. With shaking fingers he tore it open, stand- ing among the litter of the unopened envelopes, and began to read. He read the letter right through, then walked to the mantelpiece. lean. ing his right arm upon it as if for support. But the tension was now a little relaxed. He had come down to find the worst, to meet the inevitable. He had met it, and there was now neither anticipation of the moment of realization nor the last and torturing flicker of despairing hope. This was the letter. It began with- out preface or address: “You must have known this was coming. Everything in your manner has shown me that you knew it was coming, and for that, unhappy as I am, I am glad. I have a terrible confes- sion to make to you. But you, who are So great—you, who know the human mind from your great height, as a conquering general surveys a country from a mountain-top—you will under- stand. When you asked me to marry you and I said ‘Yes’ I was pleased and flattered, and I had a tremendous ad- miration and respect for you and for all you have done. Then, when we came to know each other better, I be- gan to see the human side of you, and I had—and, if you will let me say so, still have—a real affection for you. and had it not been that something more powerful than affection has come into my life, I would have been a true and faithful wife and companion to you. “But you have seen and you must know that things are changed. Are we not all subject to the laws of des- tiny, the laws of chance? Is it not true that none of us on our way through the world can say by whom or how we shall be caught up out of ourselves and changed into what we could not be before? Oh, you know it all. You of all men know it! “T need not here speak in detailed words, because from things you have seen you know well enough what I am about to say, of whom I would speak if I could. But it is enough, William, to tell you what you already know— that I love some one else, and that if I am true to myself, which is, after all, the first duty of all of us, I could never marry you. - can never be to you what you wish or what I would like to be as your wife. I am stricken down with the knowledge of the pain all this will give you, though I thank heaven it is not a pain for which you 4re un- prepared. I dare not ask your forgive- ness, I can say nothing to console you. I have acted wickedly and wrongly, but I cannot do anything else but that which I am doing. “Forgive, if you can. Think kindly, if you can, of —Marjorie.” Now he knew. He folded the letter gently, kissed it—an odd action for a man so strong—and put it in the in- side pocket of his coat, which pressed next his heart. Then he rang the bell. “Ask Mr. Guest to come,” he said. “Very well, Sir William,” the butler answered; “but Mr. Charliewood has just arrived.” “Then ask him in,” Gouldesbrough answered. Charliewood came into the room. “By Jove!” he said, “you look about as seedy as I’ve ever seen you look!” Sir William went up to him and put his hand upon hig shoulder. (To Be Continued.) How Piutes Catch Quail. These natives have a unique way of getting quail. For them there is no closed season, or indeed any game law whatever. Seasons when the quail come down from the mountains to the spring the Indians make great prepa- rations for their capture. They build a bough house, with a long, slender opening in the front, formed of tall, straight sticks set closely together. Within the house an Indian sits concealed, holding a long limber rod which he operates. In the early morning when the birds flock down for water he picks them off, one at a time, killing them in- stantly. There is no report in this manner of hunting to frighten the others away, and the Indian often gets enough game in a single morning for the whole settlement. Words From Br’er Williams. Dis’ worl’ ain’t bright enough for some folks—en yit dey ain’t in no hurry ter see de next worl’ blaze. ‘W’en I see a sinner struttin’ roun’ in a standin’ collar en loffin’ at reli- gion I wonders. des what chance dat collar, on dat man, would have in hellfire! It ain’t no good philosophy ter try ter keep up yo’ spirits by puttin’ down mo ’spirits dan you kin tote away con- venient. A Surprise. “Got a lawn mower, Blinks?” “Yes, but I'll be hanged if I'll loan it to you.” ; “I didn’t want to borrow it. I was going to send Tommie over to cut your grass if you didn’t have one.” The amusement of boys loses @ great deal of its fascination if. they have some one’s permission to indulge in it. oo WESTERN CANAD, Lateness of Spring Overcome by Ex cellent Growing Summer Season. Once more the farmers of Western Canada rest at ease and grow rich while they slumber. Their season of anxiety is over. For a time it looked as though a backward season was for once going to prevent the western country from maintaining its preemi- nent position as leader of the grain growing countries of the world. The unusual lateness of the spring ¢oupled with the rapid advance in the price of food-stuffs gave the pessimists some reason for their gloomy forebodings, and among even the optimistic West- erners imbued as they usually are with a spirit of buoyancy and hope,: there commenced to glimmer a fear that perhaps this year their sanguine: expectations were not to be realized. On May day when a large proportion of wheat had usually been sown there was this year very little seeding done. Finally, however, winter which had tarried so late in the lap of spring in ‘|all parts of the Continent vanished before the vertical rays of the sun, and the hurry and bustle of spring work commenced on the western prai- ries. By the 20th of May 85% of the spring wheat was sown and the fall wheat in the districts devoted to its cultivation was covering the fields with a mantle of green. Wheat sow- ing finished on May 30 and by June 10 the coarser grains were also in the ground. The heavy snowfall dur- ing the winter left the ground in excel- lent shape when once seeding opera- tions commenced and from the time weather conditions permitted the com- mencement of work until planting was completed, the farmers were a busy class. The area in wheat is not much larger than last year, but oats, barley and flax are much in excess of past records, the farmers deeming it wiser on account of the lateness of the season to put in a heavier propor. tion of the coarser grains. From the most reliable reports to hand it ap pears that the acreage as compared with 1906 will show an increase of 12% in oats, 19% in barley and 13% in flax. Around Akotoks, High River, Nan- ton, Claresholm and other winter wheat centers, if the present weather conditions continue, the winter wheat will be in head by the middle of July. The backward weather in the early part of May allowed the newly sown grain to get a firm root in the ground, and now with an abundance of moist- ure and warm weather the growth is remarkable. All danger of injury from droughts is practically over as the green crop covers the ground re- taining the moisture required for its growth and preventing the too rapid evaporation which might otherwise take place. Crops in Western Canada mature in one hundred days of good weather, and as the weather conditions have been ideal since seeding, and with spring wheat now from 14 to 18 inches above the ground, a full average crop is confidently expected. In addition to the cheering pros- pects of this year’s yield the farmers are to be congratulated on ‘the fact that they still have in their possession five million bushels of wheat from last year’s crop which they are now dis- posing of at high prices. The splendid yield of 90,000,000 bughels of wheat raised in 1906 in the three provinces of Manitoba, Sas- katchewan and Alberta, together with the almost certain assurance that this year will see a considerable increase, is, as in the past, calling the atten- tion of the world of the “Last Best West,” and thousands from the United States and the agricultural districts of Europe are each month securing free grant lands or purchasing farms in the land which has proved itself peerless among the grain growing countries of the world. No Nurses for the Navy. Surgeon General Rixey has called attention to the curious fact that the navy, unlike the army, has no regular corps of trained nurses, and at the next session of congress he will urge the necessary appropriation for the organization of a nurse corps. With $45,000 he feels that he can make a respectable beginning in the organiza- tion of the proposed corps. Does Your Head Ache? If so, get a box of Bee Headache Capsules of your Druggist. 3 Norman Lichty Mfg. Co., Des Moines, Ia. Period of Deepest Sleep. The period of deepest sleep varies from 3 to 5 o’clock. An hour or two after going to bed you sleep very soundly; then your slumber grows gradually lighter, and it is easy enough to waken you at 1 or 2 o’clock But when 4 o’clock comes you are in such a state of somnolence that it would take a great deal to rouse you. Wéars Two Victoria Crosses. Lord Roberts is the only man alive who has the privilege of wearing tw« Victoria crosses. One is that worn by himself in the mutiny; the other is that won by his son, the lat eLieut. Roberts at Colenso. Expensive Railway. The most expensive piece of railway line in the world is said to be that of the North British railway which runs over the Forth bridge. This portion of the line, including approaches, is about four miles long and cost $4,000, 000 a mile to construct. : Anything that is worth while is worth more or less money. Greenbacks Worth $15 Recovered from Eaves of House. William McGrath of Belleville, N. J., walked into his bedroom several days ago and saw a sparrow fly from the top of a clothes closet out through an open window. There was a green piece of paper in the bird’s bill, and McGrath at once thought of a roll of mcmey he had left in the closet. He found that many of the bills had been stripped from the roll. He decided to watch and see if the bird came back. The window was left open, and the other day McGrath saw 2 sparrow fly into the room. He waited a few minutes and it came out again and went to a house about a block away, fiying in the eaves. McGrath obtained a ladder and got permission from the occupant of the house to elimb up to the eaves, and was rewarded by finding a nest made of greenbacks and straw. There were $5, $2 and $1 bills there, aggregating about $15, but in pieces. McGrath is now trying to piece the bills together.—N. Y. World. SIGN OF SERVITUDE, In Persia women are held in little esteem and it has been said with some truth that to wear her dress is to be a slave. FESTIVAL OF THE WELLS. Custom of Unknown Origin Observed Each Year in England. The annual custom of decorating the wells of the village of Tissington, in the heart of the peak of Derby- shire, which for centuries has taken place on Ascension day, was duly ob- served. Many visitors joined with the vil- lagers in the thanksgiving service held in the church. There a procession was formed, and each of the five dec- orated wells was visited, psalms and Ascensiontide hymns being sung. Upon the stone frontage of the wells a wooden structure covered with a layer of clay had been placed, and flowers had been wrought into ex- quisite mosaics, with scriptural pas- sages interwoven. The origin of the celebration is in- volved in obscurity, but the uninter- rupted continuity of the observance in recent years may be due to the cir- cumstance that during a terrible drought in Derbyshire the Tissington wells did not fail—lLondon Standard. Dachshund Proved Innocence. A black and tan dachshund gave evidence in a law court in New York recently. He belongs to Mrs. Fanny Henning, whose neighbors complain that he howls all night long. In sup- port of their contention they exhibited photographs of the dog with his mouth wide open, taken from windows overlooking the Henning’s back yard. One witness swore that the dog barked 234 times in seven minutes, so the judge suggested calling the dog. In he came, leisurely, walked to the witness chair and climbed into the seat, yawning lazily and blinking in the sunlight. The court ushers tickeled him in the ribs, rubbed his head roughly, pinched him, and even pulled his ears. He appeared to be so well bred that not so much as a whim- per was heard. The judge said that the neighbors had evidently been dis turbed by another dog. HOW BIRDS FLY. The long feathers of a bird’s wing are fastened to the bone. It is this which gives the wing the strength and surface wherewith to beat the air. No one ever regretted burying a slander. A tin halo makes a fine trap for a man to get tangled up in. Credulity stands and wonders; faith starts out and works. If this world’s none the better for your living the next will have none of your life. No institution makes itself sacred by labeling all others as secular. 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Its average tensile strength is 24,000 pounds to the square inch, equalling that of cast iron. Many specimens are much stronger, and one was tested up to seventeen and one- half tons to the square inch, which is equal to the tensile strength of wrought iron. The Doing of Him. “Better keep away from that old hayseed,” cautioned the first bunko man. “What for?” demanded the other. “Because I did the old fellow myself a couple of months ago.” a “Well, ‘what man has done man can 02” STACK COVERS, AWNINGS, TENTS. Flags etc. For information and prices. write American Tent & Awning Co., Minneapolis A Prooviso. “It’s all very well,” said Grouch, “to talk about forgiving our enemies, but it’s not easy to do.” “You're right,” replied Dubley. “We shouldn’t be expected to forgive our enemies except when they freely admit that they don’t deserve our for- giveness.” Impatient Tommy. Tommy went to kindergarten. 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