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NORTH I'LATTR HEMf-WEEKLY Til I HUNK WOODEN 4 (Copyright, IBID, by Gcorgo ( t t iiiiiwuBiMuiaiii)aiiiiuiiauBMiwiiuuuw'iiiiimnmiiuwiiiiiniiiw 15 "MY FATHER WOULD NEVER CONSENT NEVER, HILARY." Synopsis. Hilary Askew, a young American, Inherits from an undo a hundred squaro miles of forest In Quebec. Upon talcing possession ho dis covers all sorts of queer things. Lnmartlne, his uncIo'B lawyor, tells his tho property is comparatively worthless and trios to Induco lilm to sell. Lafo Connell, the mill foreman, tells him his uncle linn boon systematically robbed. Morris, his manager, Is associated with tho Sto. Mario company, a rival con corn owned by Brousscau, tho "boss" of tho region. Madelelno, tho beau tiful daughter of Seigneur Ilosny, original owner of Askew's land, Is pursued by Brousscau, who has her father In his power. Tho hero decides to stay and manago his proporty. Ho discharges Morris and makes Connell managor. Ho whips "Illack" Plorro, foreman of a gang of Brousseau's men cutting on his land. He defies Broustieau. Leblanc, his boss Jobber, deserts to tho onemy. From Father Luclen ABkow learns tho Btory of Mario Dupont, daughter of tho captain of a lumber schooner. Tho girl's mother, now dead, had boon betrayed, and she herself Is looked on askance and has few friends. Mario knows tho namo of hor mothor's betrayer, but hus novor rovealod It to her father. ABkow finds Madololno rtosny hostllo to him. Askow nnd Connell visit Simeon Duval's'danco hall In Sto. Mario. Ilovcnuo officers raid It and Askow Is blamed for tho raid. Ho and Connell rescue Mario Dupont. Askow saves Madeleine Rosny when hor horso runs away. Sho gives tho warning, "Look to your booml" and then tho mill boom breaks nnd Askow's logs aro carried away to tho 8t. Lowrenco. Who sawed tho boom7 Baptisto, tho Jealous lover of Marie, deserts Askow. Brousscau brings about a strike of Askow's mill hands. Askow and Connell part In anger over tho strike Askow starts to stop Louis Duval from opening a saloon in St Boniface. Madololno asks him not to go. Askow breaks up the liquor selling and runs into a trap, whoro ho fights four of his onemlos. He Is stabbod and loft to dlo. Father Luclon, Madeleine and Connell find hlrn near death. Madeleine takes him to tho cha teau, where ho recovers. ft CHAPTER XI. Continued. Sho broke down. "What must you think of mel" sho cried. "I think" begnn Illlnry. Sho sprung to hor feet, facing lilm. "That I knew of tho plan to cut your boom! Yes, I did know, but only a little while before It happened. And listen I I was on my way to you, to warn you, when tho horse bolted. And tho shock of tho fall made mo forget for a few moments afterward. But Mien It was too Into!" Her words flung a great burden from Hilary's mind, no had never been nblo to reconcile) the thought of her guilt In tho conspiracy with his knowledge of her, his conception which was almost knowledge. "I wus suro you could not bavo known I tried, at least, to make my self believe you did not know, In splto of your words," ho said. "Mademoi selle Ilosny, I ask only one thing; It was not Bnptlste?" "Jean Bnptisto7 no Is Incapable of such a crlmol Monsieur Askew, I do not know who It was, save that It was some man employed by by him, probably from Sto. Marie. And be causa I had known that was why I told you that It was too lhte for the tho good-will. That was why I was unhappy, and seemed In trouble, on the1 day when you met mo riding, nf t erwnrd." Sho raised her head and met his eyes at last. "And I went to you that night nnd asked you to leave St. Boniface because I know that Edouard Brousscau" She hesitated at tho name "meant to kill you. Uo had hinted as much to mo." "I presumed once," began Hilary quietly, though his heart had sudden ly begun to hammer, "to ask you a question about Monsieur Brousscau which angered you. Whether ho meant so much to you. I dare" ho took her hand In his "to ask it again." "No," sho sulci In a whlspor, looking down. "Ho never meant so much I know It now nnd since that day when ho lot mo see tho ovll In his heart ho has meant less than nothing." Her breath camo and went quickly os sho spoko; sho was afraid; sho tried to withdraw her hand, but ho WW standing besldo lier, holding it "I Love You, Hilary," 8ho Answered, last Sho know tliat If euo looked up she would bo unablo to resist lilm; but already ho had drawn her into his arms. "I Iovo you, Madeleine." Sho did not try to dlscngago her self; sho was troihbllng, and ho could not seo her faco. "Madeleine 1 Toll mo" Ho was conscious of a stupendous fear; all tho future hung upon that Instant, and still sho gave no sign. 1 "Won't you look at mo, Madeleine? Won't you speak to mo?" At that sho raised her head, nnd flung it back with a proud gesture, and looked into his eyes. "I lovo you, Hilary," Alio answered, with prldo By VICTOR ROUSSEAU ILLUSTRATIONS BY IRWIN MYERS II. Dornn Co.) that forbade denial or coquetry. And Hilary feared no longer. Every thing was changed to Joy that seemed to blazo about him, lighting up tho day. For n long tlmo that morning they forgot everything except their happi ness. It wus not for an hour, per haps, not until nilary began to speak of his hopes for tho future that sho remembered what sho had to say. r should have told you," sho said. "The waiting must bo so long. My father would never consent never, nilary." "What has your father against me," be asked, "except my cutting down his trees? And, as for that, a man who Rolls his property, or rights over It, surely can never Justify himself In bearing 111-wlll to those who purchase from him." "It Is not that, nilary. It is be- cause well, first, because you aro nn American. Ho does not lovo the Eng lish, but he hates Americans, no thinks that they betrayed Cannda In 1783. And because tho people are sat isfied under English rule, nnd loyal, ho resents It and broods over It." "But that Is all ancient history," said Hilary, laughing at tho absurdity of tliq Idea. As a key to conduct, the Selgncuns antiquarian motives ap peared Impossible. Sho smiled, "no is very good and very Just," she said tenderly, "but ho has lot his dreams take hold of him too much. And they aro bound up with his crazo for the land. Uo wants tho seigniory to remain undivided for ever, ho wants tho feudal tenure back, with tho serfs of his boyhood days ; ho loves his land far better than ho loves me nt least, I bellevo he looks on mo as an accessory of it." She hesitated. "Hilary." sho con- tinned presently, "that Is how It was arranged that I was to marry lilm." Hilary noticed hor unwillingness to pronounco Brousseau's name. "It was because ho has a hold on the solgn lory, and If my father lost It tho shock would kill him. "When ho was n boy. working for my father here, ho had ambitious dreams, like so many young Cana dians. My father became Interested In him, gave him an education, and helped lilm. no repaid It rj schem ing to get hold of the Rosny Inherit ance. Ho sot to work, won my fa ther's confidence, and got him to put his money In worthless compnnles. men he became his creditor. I knew nothing of nil thts, because I was at school In Paris. But when I camo home, after my mother's death, my father was In his power. "He tried to free himself by selling your undo the timber rights. Ho could only bring himself to do this bo- causo ho knew that some day tho trees would ho cut down, and tho mill would go, nnd wo should have our ancient solltudo again. But ho needed more money to help a relatlvo In Quebec who hnd lost his fortune through tak ing his advice to Invest In one of the companies. My father felt obligated to lilm. So he got tho mortgage, and it expires in December, nnd that's all, Hilary, dear, except" to sny that, al though It was expected I was to marry him, I never In my heart expected to And I wouldn't let him kiss me. Only my cheek onco or twice. It used to make him so angry. He hates you so much, nilary, and onco ho was Jealous ho seemed to divine and ho accused mo of caring for you. That was what made mo angry with you. I tried to hate you more, and all tho tlmo I used to think about you, dear I was ashamed I am still ashamed" "I think wo must both havo known that wo were meant to lovo each other, as soon as wo met," Hilary said. "I think I did Snow," sh answered softly. "Does ho know your decision?" nsked Hilary. Sho nodded. "I told him when ho gavo mo to understand his wicked de sign against you that I could never bo anything to htm. I hud not gauged lilm before or, rather, I had boon hypno tized by my sense of duty toward my father. But. Illlury, remember this" her cheeks glowed and she looked .very 1 earnestly at him "If your lovo is us fniiaif W9 truo ns mine, and as unswerving ns mine, you can xcmnln happy in the knowledge thnt wo love each other. And ns long as your lovo Is unswerv ing you can know that I lovo you. Nothing can niter my lovo except the knowledge that yours is not true. And although tho waiting may be long shall never becomo his wife to save my father's lands never, Illlnry." She wns crying softly, her check ngalnst his shoulder. Hilary took her In his arms. "Dear, I am going to tell your father," he said. She started out of his arms. "III! ary I You must not. It would kill hhu to know." "But ho must know, Mndclqlne. Don't you sec, nothing Is to be gained by delay. It is right that ho should know." "no will be your enemy, Hilary. He will fight you to tho bitter end." "But I shall not bo his. Whnt hurm can ho do me?" "Listen, first," sho said, as they be gan walking slowly back toward the Chutcau. "The other day, as soon as your recovery was assured, father went down to the mill nnd talked with your hands. Ho gave them n terrlblo scolding. He told them that they owed as much duty toward their employer as toward lilm. It wns not because bo loved you, Hilary, but because of his sense of duty. He thinks It is my duty to sncrlflco myself for the seigniory. There will be no more trouble with your workmen, now thnt they know you aro our friend. But, Hllnry, I can't benr to havo the old, bad feeling back again. Give me up, dear 1" Ho laughed nnd put his arm about her. "I can't believe he will hnto mo forevcrmore, Just because I want to take you away from lilm. No, dear, I shall tell him, but not today perhaps. You see, with less than three months before us, we cun't drift any longer." She sighed. "I suppose you arc right, Ullary," sho said. "But then what will happen to us?" "Is tho Interest very much?" "It Is not the Interest, Illlnry. It is tho principal. Hilary, it is a hundred and fifty thousand dollnrs." Hilary looked glum. There was no chance of raising that amount any where. And it was his turn to de spair. "Are you sure," he asked, "that the sacrlflco Is worth your while? I feel like a thief, to rob your father and you, unless you are sure "' And It wus her turn to be hopeful. "I am suro that I lovo you, dear," she unswered. "und that the sacrifice my father expects of me Is an unjust one." So they resolved to speak no more about It, to tell Ilosny us soon us nn opportunity occurred, nnd to wait, though the waiting for something to eventuate which would resolve the dif ficulty seemed useless. Only a miracle could save tho seigniory from Brous seau's grasping hands. There was one thing that hnd puz zled Hilary for a long time, and now It stayed in his thoughts and would not leave him. Why was Brousscau willing to spend unlimited money to oust him from his timber rights? Why did he not bnlk at murder? Ho broached this subject with Ma deleine, who looked nt him In wonder. "I never thought of It In thnt way," sho answered slowly. "I thought It was Just just because ho sensed that wo were going to care for each other, and so wanted you away." "It may be so," mused nilary. "But somehow I fancy thero must be a deeper reason." As ho concluded Madeleine stopped suddenly and clutched his arm In agi tation. They hud reached tho side of the Clmtcnu. From where they stood tho front of tho building was visible. A buggy was at tho door, and Hilary recognized the horse as Brousseau's. Ho wns stundlng in tho living-room when they went In, fuclng tho Selgn qur ucross the tnble. Ills rage, which ho made llttlo effort to hide, was pat ent. It was pitifully clear that fie was tho dominating force there, nnd thnt Ilosny hud been endeavoring to pln cnte him without avail. "Come In, Madeleine," snld tho solgn nour, turning to her. "You will ex cuse us, I am sure, Monsieur Askow," ho mlded to Hilary. "No I" shouted Brousscau. "It will be Just as well that your friend tho American shall understand tho situa tion. I nm a plain man, and I speak without concealment to uny ono who cares to listen. So you have been im plicating mp in your troubles with, your men, eh, Monsieur Askew? Be cause ono of tho workmen whom you havo assaulted at various times draws a knife on you nnd cuts you slightly, whllo half unconscious from your blows, you allege a plot on my part to murder you?" Without answering him, Hilary turned to tbX) Seigneur. "If Monsieur Brousseau's business is with me, no doubt you and Mademoiselle ilosny will excuse us," ho said. "It ain't with you," retorted Brous soau, scowling. "I was Just telling you my opinion of you, tho samo ns I'd toll nny man, no matter who he was. It's with you, Rosny," he continued, addressing tho Seigneur again. "And It ain't private. Private? I liable, It's too public 1 It's made mo the laughing stock of St. Boniface, and Ste. Mario too. Every one's seen Mademoiselle Rosny riding and driving with mo. Now sho says she won't have uny moro to do with mo. Why? Have I changed? Ain't I the man I always was? When I make n bargain I stick to It." "Monsieur Brousscau," protested the Seigneur, "wo Rosnys do not break our pledges. Whatever my daughter hus contracted to do will bo done. But this Is hardly the occasion, or the man ner " "I know it nln't," said Brousscau, subsiding; and Hilary felt Madeleine's bund, which hud gripped his arm tight ly to restrain lilm, relax its tension. "Mnybo I forgot myself. I don't want to bo anything but a gentlemnn In tho presence of ladles, but It's hard, Monsieur Rosny, when everything's ns good ns settled, to havo It put back In tho melting-pot. Meaning you, Mon sieur Askew!" he continued, sneering Into Hilary's face. "That's where you come Into this business. When people In St. Bonifaco began to talk about Mademoiselle here having thrown me over for him" he was addressing the Seigneur again "It's moro than flesh anil blood can stand." . The Seigneur looked pitifully dis tressed. His fnco, flushed with resent ment at Brousseau's Insolence, wns molded Into Impotence by conflicting Impulses. Ue stepped forwnrd. "I am suro, gentlemen, that there exists no cause for disagreement," he said. "Monsieur Askew 1b entirely guiltless of ssbat jrou suggest. Please Madeleine Was as Palo as Death", Gat She stood Forward Bravely. remember, Monsieur Brousscau, that bo Is my guest. Madeleine, my dear, I suggest that you and Edouard havo a quiet talk together. I know that you hold your word ns sacred as we Ros nys have always held our word." Madeleine was as pale ns death', int she stood forward bravely. "I never pledged my word to you, Monsieur Broussenu," she said In a low tone. "You know It. You nsked me to lu your wife nnd I refused. You took a good deal for granted. You took me for granted. You made a mistake. When you trencherously conspired to cut Monsieur Askew's boom, when you planned his death, you lost whatever chnnco you had ever had. I shall never marry you." Brousseau staggered backward, camo up against tho tnble, nnd stood star ing at her In incredulity, in fear, in fury, his own face whiter than hers. The Seigneur sat down In his chair heavily, seeming to collnpso there. Then Brousseau flung his fear aside and laughed, and It wbb the most evil laugh mat Hilary Had ever heard. He addressed Rosny; nnd ns ho spoko ho continued to advance toward him, un til he wns shaking his fist In the old Seigneur's fnce. "I understand now," ho sneered. "This line American has been at work In this matter. It is he who has been spreading these lying stories about me. I don't blame your daughter, Rosny. A woman is enslly Influenced by n new face. So's a man, for that matter. "I don't blnme her. I expect my wifo to be truo to mo after we're mar ried no moro and no less. I'll take caro of the love. I ain't a hard mun. I enn make allowances for human nu- ture. I expect to mold hor nnd to keep watch over hor. Maybe she'd do the samo with me. "But this is different, Rosny," ho shouted furiously, "no's been telling her lies about me. He camo up here and started In to crash me. Ho wants to drive me out of Ste. Marie. I'm .not tho man to allow that, Rosny! You know whnt I mean. I'll deal with him when the times conies. I'll speak to him ngnln presently. I'm speaking to you now. Is she going to marry mo or nln't sho? You know what It's going to cost you If sho goes back on her word." Rosny groped her way to his feet. The old duelist, who In his younger days would light nt fhc drop of the hat, hnd been brought pitiably low, but not so low as Brousseau thought. Ills faco was ullnmc. lie opened his mouth, stuttered, und pointed toward the door. "You can go. You can go, Monsieur Brousseau," ho stammered. "Custom custom nnd courtesy forbid Insult n guest go before I forget myself." "I'll go, then," shouted Brousseau, and moved townrd tho door. "You've hnd your chunco. Onco more, is she willing to bo rensonnble? I keop my word, in friendship or enmity. Will she keep hers? If so I'll forget. I'll cull It n whim. I" "No, I shall ncvor be your wife," snld Madololno quietly. Brousscau swung upon Ullary. "Some clay I'll get you, you lying dog I" he swore, and raised his hand threateningly. Mndelelne darted between them. "You coward 1" sho cried. "You cow ard, to threaten a wounded man, whom you do dare not look In the faco In nnger when he Is well!" Broussenu shrugged his shoulders and turned toward the door. The ma Ilgnant smile upon his face seemed frozen there, giving him the aspect of n satyr's mask. Hilary camo forwnrd nnd tried to drnw Madeleine aside, but sho still confronted Broussenu with blazing eyes. But It was the Seigneur's look of ngony nnd shnnie thnt was the most vivid part of tho picture. Rosny stood like a statue besldo the door, watching Broussenu make his wny along the corridor townrd the en trance. Hilary put his arms about Madeleine, supporting her. Her cour nge wns gone, nnd she wns weeping uncontrollably. Tho front door slammed nnd Rosny turned back Into the room. He burst out In passlonnto words. "It is nil gone!" he cried. "Every thinghome, lnnds, inheritance. And it Is well gone. Tho Rosny seigniory is nenrly everything to me, but you nre more, Mndelelne. Our name means llttlo enough now, but It shall never become allied with that of the scoun drel who has robbed me of everything else." Ho rnlscd his clenched first and shook It In the air with a .passlonntely dramatic gesture, ns if to register his vow. Ills fiice was strangely mottled with red and white, and he seemed to bavo aged ten years within ten min utes. "I offer you my humblest regrets for what has occurred this morning, mon sieur," he said to Hllury. "There was a time when I should hnve exacted personnl requltnl. Now, nlns. I can not ! I can only bear the blame. But ns for you, monsieur, you who camo here in an evil day to cut my trees, you who are my guest, what have you to say who have brought this ruin upon me?" Mndelelne started forwnrd as If to protest, but he silenced her with a ges ture of his open hand. "I ask you what you have to say, monsieur," ho repented. "I nsk you liow you Justify yourself, you who are a guest In my home and have pre sumed upon that fact to turn my (laughter from me?" "I love her," answered Hilary sim ply. The words seemed to sting Rosny to the quick. "You are presumptuous, monsieur!" he cried. "Perhaps you, too, thought that tho heiress went with the trees?" Madeleine cried out nnd laid her hands nppeullngly upon her father's arm; he did not repulse her, but con tinued speaking ns if he were not con scious of her presence. "She shall never be your wife. You havo done hnrm enough here, mon sieur. When you nre well my caleclic is at your disposition, to take you back to your mill. And henceforwnrd, un less you claim the last Inch of your legal rights to cut about the Chateau which I do not think you will" he add ed With reluctant Justice "let us see you no more." "You nre unjust!" cried Mndelelne. "We love each other. There exists no reason why we should not love. Mon sieur Askew is as good as any man." "An American!" cried Rosny hotly. "This Is not his country, nnd our ways are not his. Ho Is not one of us." "Yet yoii were not too proud to pledge me to thnt other mnn, who Is not one of us either, except by remote rnce. Against my will. Without my knowledge." "Enough 1" cried Rosny. "It Is all past!" "The memory Is not past. Yes, you pledged me to him and placed the first links of tho chain about my neck, hop ing thnt the understanding, to which I was no party, would gradually en mesh me, capture me, that I should be como his wife and save your land for you." Tho Seigneur turned on her a look In which humiliation struggled with nnger. Ho seemed stupefied by her outburst. Hilary interposed. "Monsieur Rosny, I love Madeleine, nnd I Intend to mnrry her." lie said calmly. "But I realize your feelings, and I understand how grent a shock this has been. You Invited me to do part when I nm well. I urn well enough to depart now. But I shall return, to see her nnd to plend our cause frank ly with you. Thero exists now no renson, no valid reason " "You shnll never come here!" thun dered the Seigneur, losing nil self-control. "The tiny when I sold your uncle the timber rights over my land was tho most evil day of my life. Go If you are well, go ! My culecho Is ready for you. Go, monsieur, In God's name, nnd trouble me no longer!" He rnlsed his voice nnd shouted, "Robltnllle! Robltuille!" From some plnce In tho recesses of the Chatucnu a feeble, quavering cry answered him. And through the door way Hilary saw the ancient serving man come sliutlllng to obey his master. And, us ho looked nt lilm, his re sentment died. Tho two old men Rosny In his brown swnllow-tulls nnd tho tight trousers strapped under his boots, Robltnllle, in the fueled butler's uniform, seemed playing u part, acting In somo sceno laid In the long past. Or, rather, they were the past. They had no placo In tho modern world, those ancient figures In their anewnt drea3, and with their ancient wtys. Thvy cumbered the stngo of life, lin gering there when their exits were long overdue. They were unreal rs phantom figures glimpsed in n wild dream. Pity for the two futile old men choked Hilary's throat. IIo could feel nothing but that ns ho watched Robltnllle come to the door, bobbing nnd shuffling, with stiffened Joints that made him more like n marionette. But he felt, too, tho urgency of tnk Ing Mndelelne nway, Into n world of reality, before the same dream In fected her. v Sho came up to Hilary softly nnd placed her fingers on his arm, looking lino his face wistfully. "You must go, dear, and not try to convince lilm now," she snld. "It hns been a terrible blow to lilm. Uo looks so ill. I urn afraid for him. I shall come to you tomorrow nnd tell you " "Robltnllle," said the Seigneur, "Monsieur Askew hns decided, much to my grief, to lenvo this nftcrnoon. You will hnve tho goodness to pack ids things and to prepare tho cnleche for him. You will drive htm to the mill." The old mnn muttered ncqulcscenco and shuffled nway. Illlnry turned to wnrd" Rosny. Frankly he held out his hand. The nctlon might hnve been ill timed, but It responded to his deep seated feeling. But Rosny did not seem to see the gesture. IIo stood stnrlng ucross the room, one hand clutching Ills sprcndlng collar, and his face, which had been white and- red, was purple. Hilary turned away. He had reached the door when he heard a sound ns If Rosny wns clearing his throat. Then Madeleine cried out In fear. Hilary turned, to see Rosny sit heavily down in his chair. His eyes closed, his arms drooped over the sides; his head fell on his breast. Hilary ran to him. lie was uncon scious, nnd breathing henvlly. Hilary tried to raise him, to curry him to tho sofn, but the mnn seemed made of Iron ns he lay, a dead weight, In Hilury'a urms. At Madeleine's cry old Robltnllle had turned, too, nnd he came shuffling back. As ho perceived his master ly ing in the chair he began to utter wild, whimpering cries. "Ills father went that way," ho mumbled. "I nlwnys knew he'd go like that. Forty-five years I've served lilm. Forty-five yenrs. I ajways knew " "Help me to get him into the next room, to bed." said Hilary. Robitatlle did not understand, but ho nided Hilary to raise his master, and together they half dragged and half carried him into the drawing room nnd inid him on Hllury's bed. Madeleine kneeled besldo him in despair, her bunds clasped, her eyes strained on his fnce. Hilary was loosening his collar nnd tho upper part of his clothing. Robltallle had shuf fled out. "I have killed him!" cried the girl, in pathetic grief. "I have killed him !" Illlnry could do nothing. She seemed distraught, nnd the Seigneur lay like a fallen tree. His rattling breaths blended with the girl's sobs ; and there wns no other sound In tho room. But soon Robltallle came shuffling back. In ono hnnd he carried a basin, In tho other a little rusty knife. A towel wns on his arm. He muttered something to Madeleine, who rose from her knees nnd looked nt nilary with a brave effort at self-composure. "He wants to bleed lilm," she said. "He says that when he was a young man they used to bleed such cases and they got well. He says It Is the only chance." Hilary, feeling helpless, took the lancet from the old servant's, fingers and looked nt the rusty edge. "I've heard of bleeding In such cases," ho said. "Well perhaps It won't hurt him. But we must boll the Instrument. Can you get some hot water?" The girl hurried to obey. She left the room nnd came back with a little alcohol stove and a pan of water. Hil ary, having scraped tho rust from the blnde, watched her In admiration at her self-possession as she went to and fro, intent upon her tnsk. While the wnter wns boiling the two men mnn nged to get Rosny to bed. When the wnter wns boiled Hilary sterilized the lancet, Robltallle looking on without comprehension. But his slinking lingers grow firm ns he per formed the little operation. When it wns over and tho nrm bandaged n slight improvement In Rosny's condi tion seemed already manifest. They sat beside lilm ull throuch the day, while the heavy breathing- gradu ally grew lighter, and tho stupor seemed to be passing into sleep. To wnrd evening Rosny opened his eyes for n moment nnd looked about lilm. "I should like to stay, If I can be of help," snld Ullnry. "I think you had bettor go, dear, If you are strong enough," said Made leine. "You will be very careful of yourself, and make your friend, Mr. Connell, tako caro of you? And not go to work In tho woods till you aro strong?" She put her nrms nbout his neck. "And I lovo you with all my heart," sho whispered, as sho kissed lilm. "The course of true love never runs smooth." (TO BE CONTINUED.) Debt World Is Apt to Forget Tho growing good of tho world Is pnrtly dependent on unhlstorlc acts; and thnt things nro not so 111 with you und mo ns they might have been, Is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and roat In unvlsltod tombs, George Eliot