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SYNOPSIS.
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Miss Patricia Holbrook and Miss Helen
Holbrook, her niece, were entrusted to
the care of Laurence Donovan, a v ntcr,
summering near Port Annandale. Miss
Patricia confided to Donovan that she
feared her brother Henry, who, ruined by
a bank failure, had constantly threatened
her for money from his father's win. of
which Miss Patricia was guardian They
came to Port Annandale to escape Henry.
Donovan sympathized with the two
women. He learned of Miss Helen s an
noying suitor. Donovan discovered and
captured an intruder, who proved to be
Reginald Gillespie, suitor for the hand of
Miss Helen Holbrook. Gillespie disap
peared the following morning. A rough
sailor appeared and was ordered away.
Donovan saw Miss Holbrook and her fa
ther meet on friendly terms. Donovan
fought an Italian assassin. He met the
man he supposed was Holbrook, but who
said he was Hartridge. a canoe-maker.
After a short discussion Donovan left
surlily. Gillespie was discovered by Don
ovan presenting country church with $1,000.
Gillespie admitted he knew of Holbrook's
presence. Miss Pat acknowledged to
Donovan that Miss Helen had been miss
ing for a few hours.
CHAPTER VI1.—Continued.
I kept up a rapid fire of talk, but
listened only to the engine's regular
beat. The launch was now close to
the Italian's boat, and having nearly
completed the semicircle I was obliged
to turn a little to watch him. Sud
denly he sat up straight and lay to
with the oars, pulling hard toward a
point we must pass in order to clear
the strait and reach the upper lake
again. The fellow’s hostile intentions
were clear to all of us now and we all
silently awaited the outcome. His
skiff rose high in air under the im
pulsion of his strong arms, and if he
struck our lighter craft amidships, as
seemed inevitable, he would undoubt
edly swamp us.
Ijima half rose, glanced toward the
yacht, which was heading for the
strait, and then at me, but I shook my
head.
“Mind the engine, Ijinia,” I said
with as much coolness as I could mus
f ter.
The margin between us and the
skiff rapidly diminished, and the Ital
ian turned to take his bearings with
every lift of his oars. He had thrown
off his cap, and as he looked over his
shoulder I saw his evil face sharply
outlined. I counted slowly to myself
the number of strokes that would be
necessary to bring him in collision if
he persisted, charging against his
progress our own swift, arrow-like
flight over the water. The shore was
close, and I had counted on a full
depth of water, but Ijima now called
out warningly in his shrill pipe and
our bottom scraped as I veered off.
This maneuver cost me the equivalent
of ten of the Italian's deep strokes,
and the shallow w'ater added a new
element of danger.
“Stand by the oar, Ijima,” I called in
a low tone; and I saw in a flash Miss
Pat’s face, quite calm, but with her
lips set tight.
Ten yards remained, I judged, be
tween the skiff and the strait, and
there was nothing for us now but to
rljf let speed and space work out their
problem.
Ijima stood up and seized the oar.
1 threw the wheel hard aport in a last
hope of dodging, and the launch listed
badly as it swung round. Then the
bow of the skiff rose high, and Helen
shrank away with a little cry; there
was a scratching and grinding for an
instant, as Ijima, bending forward,
dug the oar into the skiff's bow and
f checked it with the full weight of his
body. As we fended off the oar
snapped and splintered and he tum
bled into the water with a great
splash, while we swerved and rocked
for a moment and then sped on
through the little strait.
Looking back. I saw Ijima swim
ming for the shore. He rose in the
water and called ‘‘All right!” and I
knew he would take excellent care of
himself. The Italian had shipped his
oars and lay where we had left him,
and I heard him, above the beat of our
engine, laugh derisively as we glided
out of sight.
“Miss Holbrook, will you please
steer for me?”—and In effecting the
necessary changes of position that I
might get to the engine we were all
able to regain our composure. I saw
Misc Pat touch her forehead with her
handkerchief; but she said nothing.
Even after St. Agatha’s pier hove in
sight silence held us all. The wind,
continuing to freshen, was whipping
the lake with a sharp lash, and I
made much of my trifling business
with the engine, and of the necessity
for occasional directions to the girl at
the wheel.
My contrition at the danger to
which I had stupidly brought them
was strong in me; but there were
other things to think of. Miss Pat
could not be deceived as to the animus
of our encounter, for the Italian’s
conduct could hardly be accounted for
on the score of stupidity; and the
natural peace and quiet of this region
only emphasized the gravity of her
her plight. My first thought was that
I must at once arrange for her re
moval to some other place. With
Henry Holbrook established within a
few miles of St. Agatha's the school
was certainly no longer a tenable har
borage.
As I tended the engine I saw, even
when I tried to avoid her, the figure of
Helen Holbrook in the stern, quite in
tent upon steering and calling now
and then to ask the course when in
my preoccupation I forgot to give it.
The storm was driving a dark hood
across the lake, and the thunder
/ boomed more loudly. Storms in this
neighborhood break quickly and I ran
full speed for St. Agatha’s to avoid
the rain that already blurred the west
We landed with Borne difficulty, ow
ing to the roughened water and the
hard drive of the wind; but in a few
minutes we had reached St. Agatha's
where Sister Margaret flung open the
door just as the storm let go with a
| roar.
When we reached the sitting room
we talked with unmistakable restraint
of the storm and of our race with it
IJIma Bore Under His Arm a Repeating Rifle.
across the lake—tvhile Sister Margaret
stood by murmuring her interest and
sympathy. She withdrew immediate
ly and we three sat in silence, no one
wishing to speak the lirst word. I saw
with deep pity that Miss Pat's eyes
were bright with tears, and my heart
burned hot with self-accusation. Sister
Margaret's quick step died away in
the hall, and still we waited while the
rain drove against the house in sheets
and the branches of a tossing maple
scratched spitefully on one of the
panes.
“We have been found out; my broth
er is here,” said Miss Pat.
“I am afraid that is true,” I replied.
“But you must not distress yourself.
This is not Sicily, where murder is a
polite diversion. The Italian wished
merely to frighten us; it's a case of
sheerest blackmail. I am ashamed to
have given him the opportunity. It
was my fault—my grievous fault; and
1 am heartily sorry for my stupidity.”
“Do not accuse yourself! It was in
evitable from the beginning that
Henry should find us. But this place
seemed remote enough. I had really
begun to feel quite secure—but now!”
"But now!” repeated Helen, with a
little sigh.
I marveled at the girl’s composure
—at her quiet: acceptance of the situ
ation. when I knew well enough her
shameful duplicity. Then by one of
those intuitions of grace that were
so charming in her she bent forward
and took Miss Pat's hand. The em
erald rings flashed on both as though
in assertion of kinship.
“Dear Aunt Pat! You must not
take that boat affair too seriously. It
may not have been—father—who did
that.”
She faltered, dropping her voice as
she mentioned her father. I was aware
that Miss Pat put away her niece’s
hand with a sudden gesture—I did not
know whether of impatience, or
whether some new resolution had
taken hold of her. She rose and
moved nearer to me.
"What have you to propose, Mr.
Donovan?" she asked, and something
in her tone, in the light of her dear
eyes, told me that she meant to fight,
that she knew more than she wished
to say, and that she relied on my sup
port; and realizing this my heart went
out to her anew.
“I think we ought to go away—at,
once,” the girl broke out suddenly.
"The place was ill-chosen; Father
Stoddard should have knotvn better
than to send us here!”
“Father Stoddard did the best he
could for us, Helen. It is unfair to
blame him,” said Miss Pat, quietly.
“And Mr. Donovan has been much
more than kind in undertaking to
care for us at all.”
"I have blundered badly enough!”
I confessed, penitently.
"It might be better, Aunt Pat,” be
gan Helen, slowly, “to yield. What can
it matter! A quarrel over money—it
is sordid—"
M'»'S Pat stood up abruptly anff said
quietly, without lifting her voice, and
turning from one to the other of us:
“We have prided ourselves for 100
years, we American Holbrooks, that
we had good blood in us, and charac
ter and decency and morality; and
now that the men of my house have
thrown away their birthright and
made our name a plaything, I am go
ing to see whether the general de
cadence has struck me, too; and with
my brother Arthur, a fugitive because
of his crimes, and my brother Henry
ready to murder me in his greed, it is
time for me to test whatever blood is
left in my own poor old body, and I
am going to begin now! I will not
run away another step; I am not go
ing to be blackguarded and hounded
about this free country or driven
across the sea; and I will not give
Henry Holbrook more money to uae in
disgracing our name. I have got to
die—I have got to die before he gets
it”—and she smiled at me so bravely
that something clutched my throat
suddenly—"and I have every inten
tion, Mr. Donovan, of living a very
long time!”
Helen had risen, and she stood star
ing at her aunt in frank astonishment.
Xot often, probably never before in
her life, had anger held sv.Tav in the
soul of this woman: and there was
something splendid in its manifesta
tion. She had spoken in almost her
usual tone, though with a passionate
tremor toward the close; but her very
restraint was in itself ominous.
“It shall be as you say, Miss Pat,” I
said, as soon as I had got my breath.
“Certainly, Aunt Pat,” murmured
Helen, tamely. “We can’t be driven
round the world. We may as well
stay where we are.”
The storm was abating, and I threw
open the windows to let in the air.
“1:1 you haven’t wholly lost faith in
me. Miss Holbrook—”
"T have every faith in~you7Mr. Don
ovan!” smiled Miss Pat.
“I shall hope to take better care of
you in the future."
“I am not afraid. I think that if
Henry finds out that he cannot 'righten
me it will have a calming effect upon
him.”
“Yes; I suppose you are right, Aunt
Pat,” said Helen, passively.
I went home feeling that my respon
sibilities had been greatly increased
by Miss Pat’s manifesto; on the whole
I was relieved that she had not or
dered a retreat, for it would have dis
tressed me sorely to abandon the game
at this juncture to seek a new hiding
place for my charges.
Long afterward Miss Pat's declara
tion of war rang in my ears. My heart
leaps now as I remember it. And I
should like to be a j>oet long enough
to write “A Ballade of All Old Ladies,”
or a lyric in their honor turned with
the grace of Col. Lovelace and blithe
with the spirit of Friar Herrick. I
should like to inform it with their
besiutiful tender sympathy that is
quick with tears but readier with
strength to help and to save; and it
should reflect, too, the noble patience,
undismayed by time and distance, that
makes a virtue of waiting—waiting in
the long twilight with folded hands for
the ships that never come! Men old
and battle-scarred are celebrated in
song and story; but who are they to
be preferred over their serene sister
hood? Let the worn mothers of the
world be throned by the fireside or
placed at comfortable ease in the
shadow of hollyhock and old-fashioned
roses in familiar gardens; it matters
little, for they are supreme in any
company. Whoever would be gracious
must serve them; whoever would be
wise must sit at their feet and take
counsel. Nor believe too readily that
the increasing tide of years has
quenched the fire in their souls; rath
er, it burns on with the steady flame
Diplomatic Sufferer.
It was at a well-known sanitarium.
A number of frivolously disposed
young convalescents were taking their
ease on couches on one of the com
modious sun-balconies of the estab
lishment, and, despite the rules en
joining perfect silence upon all, were
enjoying a lively conversation, mixed
in with much giggling. Suddenly from
the darkened depths of a room, the
windows of which looked out upon
their balcony, there came a plaintive
voice.
"Vill you youngk latdies be goot
enough to sdop dalking so loud?” it
said. “I vass trying to vake up, undt
your lofely woices lull me to sleep
again efeiy time I gets mine eyes open
already yet’’—Harper s Weekly.
The Rising Man.
Gyer—There goes a young man who
invariably rises to the occasion.
Myer—Indeed!
Gyer—Fact; he’s an elevator chauf
feur.—Chicago Daily News.
School That Turns Out Heroes.
Wednesday was a high day at Eton
perhaps it might be called a saints’
day, too. Has ever before one school
sent 1,400 of its sons to fight for
their country in one war? Has ever
school had 120 of them killed in the
same war? Eton is unique. There
are other great schools, but Eton
stands on its own plane. Criticise
Eton as you may; show all its faults;
it is Eton still. Eton may reflect many
of the proverbial shortcomings of Eng
lishmen; certainly it represents pecul
iarly their traditional virtues.—Satur
day Review.
Where Her Sympathies Lie!
"I -n so sorry for Mr. Brown. He’s
suffering from a severt attack of the
grip.”
“I’m not half so sorry for Brown as
I am for Mrs. Brown,” replied the
neighbor, who knew what it meant to
have a sick man in the house.—Detroit
Free Press.
of sanctuary lights. Lucky were he
who could imprison in song those qual
ities that crown a woman’s years—
voicing what is in the hearts of all of us
as we watch those gracious angels go
ing their quiet ways, tending their
secret altars of memory with flowers
and blessing them with tears.*
CHAPTER VIII.
A Lady of Shadows and Starlight.
It was nine o'clock before Ijima
came in, dripping from his tumble in
the lake and his walk home through
the rain. The Italian had made no ef
fort to molest him, he reported; but
he had watched the man row out to
the Stiletto and climb aboard. Ijima
has an unbroken record of never hav
ing asked me a question inspired by
curiosity. He may inquire which shoes
I want for a particular morning, but
why, where and when are unknown in
his vocabulary. He was, I knew, fair
ly entitled to an explanation of the in
cident of the afternoon, though he j
would ask none, and when he had
changed his clothes and reported to
me in the library I told him in a word
.that there might be further trouble,
and that I should expect him to stand
night watch at St. Agatha’s for a
while, dividing a patrol of the grounds
with the gardener. His “Yes, sir,”
was as calm as though I had told him
to lay out my dress clothes, and I
went with him to look up the gardener
that the division of patrol duty might
be thoroughly understood.
I gave the Scotchman a revolver
and Ijima bore under his arm a repeat
ing rifle with which he and I had di
verted ourselves at times in the pleas
ant practice of breaking glass balls. I
assigned him the water-front and told
the gardener to look out for intruders j
rrom tne road. I hese precautions
taken, I rang the bell at St. Agatha's
and asked for tho ladies, but was re
lieved to learn that they had retired,
for the situation would net be helped
by debate, and if they were to remain
at St. Agatha's it was my affair to
plan the necessary defensive strategy
without troubling them. And I must
admit here, that at all times, from the
moment. I first saw Helen Holbrook
with her father at Red Gate, I had
every intention of shielding her to the
utmost. The thought of trapping her,
of catching her, flagrante delicto, was
revolting; I had, perhaps, a notion
that in some way I should be able to
thwart her without showing my own
hand; but this, as will appear, was
not to be so easily accomplished.
I went home and read for an hour,
then got into heavy shoes and set
forth to reconnoiter. The chief ave
nue of danger lay, I imagined, across
the lake, and I passed through St. Aga
tha’s to see that my gua ds were
about their business; then continued
along a wooded bluff that rose to a
considerable height above the lake.
There was a winding path which the
pilgrimages of schoolgirls in spring
and autumn had worn hard, and I fol
lowed it to its crest, where there was
a stone bench, established for the ease
of those who wished to take their sun
sets in comfort.
ine path that rose through the
wood from St. Agatha’s declined again
from the seat, and came out some
where below, where there was a spring
sacred to the schoolgirls, and where, 1
dare say, they still indulge in the in
cantations of their species. I amused
myself picking out the pier lights as
far as I had learned them, following
one of the lake steamers on its zigzag
course from Port Annandale to the vil
lage. Eleven chimed from the chapel
clock, the strokes stealing up to me
dreamily. A moment later I heard a
step in the path behind me, light,
quick, and eager, and I bent down low
on the bench, so that its back shielded
me from view, and waited. The steps
drew closer to the bench, and some
one passed behind me. I was quite
sure that it was a woman from the
lightness of the step, the feminine
quality in the voice that continued to
hum a little song, and at the last mo
ment the soft rustle of skirts. I rose
and spoke her name before my eyes
were sure of her.
“Miss Holbrook!” I exclaimed.
She did not cry out, though she
stepped back quickly from the bench.
“Oh, it's you, Mr. Donovan, is it?”
“It most certainly is!” I laughed.
‘ We seem to have similar tastes, Miss
Holbrook.”
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
SOUNDS LIKE A FAIRY TALE
THE FARMERS OF CENTRAL CAN
ADA REAP WHEAT AND
RICHES.
tTp in the Provinces of Manitoba,
Saskatchewan and Alberta, the prov- ;
inces that compose Central Canada ;
have such a quantity of land suitable j
for the growth of small grains, which J
grow so abundantly, and yield so hand
somely that no fear need be feared !
of a wheat famine on this Continent.
The story reproduced below is only
one of the hundreds of proofs that
could be produced to show the results
that may be obtained from cultiva
tion of the lands in these provinces.
Almost any section of the country will
do as well.
With the country recently opened by
the Grand Trunk Pacific, the latest of
the great transcontinental lines to en
ter the field of the development of the
Canadian West, there is afforded added
ample opportunity to. do as was done
in the case cited below:
To buy a section of land, break it
up and crop it, make $17,550 out of
the yield and $10,880 out of the increase
of value all within the short period
of two years, was the record estab
lished by James Bailey, a well known
farmer within a few miles of Regina.
Mr. Bailey bought the 640 acres of '
land near Grand Coulee two years ago.
He immediately prepared the whole
section for crop and this year has 600 j
acres of wheat and 40 acres of oats.
The wheat yielded 19.S75 bushels, and
the oats yielded 4,750 bushels. The
whole of the grain has been market- i
ed and Mr. Bailey is now worth $17,550
from the grain alone. He bought the
land at $18 an acre, and the other
day refused an offer of $35 an acre,
just a $17 advance for the time of his
purchase. The land cost $11,320 in
the first instance. Here are the fig
ures of the case.—Land cost, 640
acres, at $18, $11,320. Wheat yielded
19,875 bushels, at 84 cents a bushel,
$16,695. Oats yielded 4,750 bushels
at 28 cents a bushel, $S55. Offered
for land, 640 acres at $35 an acre,
$22,400. Increase value of land, $10,880.
Total earnings of crop. $17,550, togeth
er with increase in value of land a to- |
tal of $28,540.
It is interesting to note the figures !
of the yield per acre. The wheat ;
yielded 33% bushels to the acre, and
oats 118.7 bushels to the acre. The fig- 1
ures are a fair indication of the aver
age throughout the district.
Agents of the Canadian Government
in the different cities will be pleased
to give you information as to rates, etc.
THEIR WEDDING JOURNEY.
“Waiter, when are you going to
bring us that roast chicken?”
“Why, you’ve already eaten your
dinner, sir!”
“Then bring we the check!”
"But you’ve already paid, sir!”
AGONIZING ITCHING.
Eczema for a Year—Got No Relief
Even at Skin Hospital—in Despair
Until Cuticura Cured Him.
“I was troubled, with a severe itch-1
ing and dry, scrufy skin on my ankles,
feet, arms and scalp. Scratching made
it worse. Thousands of small red pim
ples formed and these caused intense
itching. I was advised to go to the
hospital for diseases of the skin. I did
so, the chief surgeon saying: “I never
saw such a bad case of eczema.” But I
got little or no relief. Then I tried many
so-called remedies, but I became so
bad that I almost gave up in despair.
After suffering agonies for twelve
months, I was relieved of the almost
unbearable itching after two or three
applications of Cuticura Ointment. I
continued its use, combined with Cuti
cura Soap and Pills, and I was com
pletely cured. Henry Searle, Uttle
Rock, Ark., Oct. 8 and 10, 1907.”
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Precocious.
The little girl was acting naughtily
before company. Her mother warned
her sharply.
“If you do that again. I’ll smack
you,' she said.
“No you won’t,” replied the pert
daughter. “I’ll sit down on myself and
then you can’t.”
Our idea of heaven is a place big
enough to make it possible for people |
to be without neighbors. 1
Best for Baby and Best for Mother ]
V& iva mwait m (ajK&s (sus
to take and free from opiate*. ' It ioethe*
and heal* the aching throat and aoure* ratful
night* to both mother and child.
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Described.
Miss Giddigosh—Oh. uncle, have
you seen the Williamses’ baby? Do
describe it to me.
Uncle Snark—Description! Urn!—
ah! very small features, clean shaven,
red-faced, and looks a hard drinker.
Financial.
Stella—Isn't Mabel going to marry
the duke?
Bella—No, he rejected the budget.
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Better a poor man at large than a
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Coming to Terms.
Possible Boarder—Ah, that was a
ripping dinner, and if that was a fair
sample of your meals, I should like to
come to terms.
Scotch Farmer—Before we gang
any further, was that a fair sample
o’ yer appetite?
Mrs. Wlnsiov'R Soothing Svrnp.
For children teething, eo.'tene the triune, reducer ta
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It’s one thing to run into debt and
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Smokers like Lewis’ Single Binder cigar
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The first step toward keeping your
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Mrs.Housewife :-Theres a Ilapjy
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If you hare never used our famous screw calks, which Rive you and your horse
safety and comfort through winter’s ire and sleet, at practically no more expense
th$n tne old-fash toned never-ready-in-time sharpening, we will Rive you absolutely
[S“nb«u“aS ROWE Wnld.il Tool-Steel Center CALKS 'ot
screw calks, bu t sharper and longer wearing than any other.because f their w Idely
known wedge shape center of welded tool-steel. Tell us [I] name and address
of vour horseshoer. J2] How many horses you are shoeing. r3] Kind and size of screw
calks you now use. ir any. Then -;hese calks will be supplied you through your own
bor-ewhorr vithoui u; eittfluo.otiMra-ion • r hotbtr on Tour port. For w-ki ow «l »ton-»ri*: wUtrrok* t'i;,- cntfca
ROWE CALK SELLIN6 CO.. 1203 Mechanic Street, HARTFORD, CORK.
HHS9B
When Cold Winds Blow
When cold winds blow, biting frost
is in the air, and back-draughts dcwn
the chimney deaden the fires, then the
PERFECTION
Oil Heater
(Equipped with Smokeless Device)1
shows its sure heating power by
steadily supplying just the heat that
is needed for comfort.
The Perfection Oil Heater is unaffected
by weather conditions. It never fails. No
snmke—no smell—just a genial, satisfying
beat. The new
Automatic
Smokeless Device
Srevents the wick being turned too high,
lemoved in an instant.
x S„°Lid ^rass ^°lds 4 quarts of oil—sufficient to give out a glowing heat J
for 9 hours—solid brass wick carriers—damper top-cool handle—oil indicator.
Heater beautifully finished in nickel or Japan in a variety of styles.
„ Dealer Everywhere. II Not At Yours, Write for Descriptive Circular
“to the Nearest Agency of the
STANDARD OIL COMPART
(Incorporated)
FADELESS DYES