THE DAILY EXAMINER, CHARLOTTETOWN, NOVEMBER 8, 1900. Have You Seen be book just Issued by Mies Mellish “Our Boys nd Fire’ try WE PRINTED IT Have You Seen ; } anguet . cara oO : ' ; the - - net ; returned held in hono -ontingen* WE Have You Seen me £ oy s99 ) rin, we PRINTED the souven with khaki cov' I th OVS home or the Vv WE PRINTED 11 ¢ , CtCuLa : narh to chow Isit enous” that we can do go0 if 4 i ‘ hook print a a: » : - » pNrinting a 4 oF wi ft iX LPa bbb VU dbatae mn¢ ana $ OUOU Liat I if you waat som te vou prices $ nicely let us quot ‘The Examiner Job Print oo ' Jeint Charlottetown s Leading Print ers, London House. up stairs DONT BUY ANY Rubbers But the ...diranby Of ‘thing printed Iron Wear Fame. Sold at the Same Price as Other Makes GOFF BROS. Kerosene Oil... Kerosene oil is a burning stien now both with politicians ar is¢kee The former want t outof it, while the | f where to get the bes qua t a es aes least money. We | A our fall stock dire schooner frou Ne Yok. 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The great dis appointment which had darkened ali the world for bim did not lie in the loss of his wealth. He had already come to look on that as a blessing in disguise. He rather enjoyed owing everything to his own brain and brawn. But Olivia-— ah, that was another matter: that was the one trreparable loss that could ever befall him! No; matters must stand as they were. Doubtless Olivia as Westover’s wife and mistress of Broxton Hall would do better by the oid place than he, a sour- ed anchorite, possibly could. He was | taking his final leave of the old neigh- | borhood. Nothing could ever induce him to revisit the place. He turned to Westover with a wintry smile. “I could not consent to reclaim Brox- top Hall unless I could repay the mon- ey you have expended on it. am very far from being able to do even if I should desire to do it.” Westover looked seriously embar- rassed. “Perhaps I am going ahead of the hounds. I mean I ought to have wait- ed to bear from fatber before outlining my course. I can still do that, must That 1 | indeed, but that paper was burning a | hole in my pocket. Every time I looked | at you I called myself a thief. By Jove, 1 did, Broxton!” Tom's great gray eyes sent a lapce through him. He blushed and laughed nervously. “Oh, as for that, I'll say it was be cause you put the ocean between you and her at a critical moment. I never eould bave won in a fair stand up, even race, Tom. Girls are odd tricks. Olivia is tremendously fond of you. That thievery was all fair.” “You have won the sweetest and dearest girl on earth. I believe | am glad we have bad this talk, Westover. It has given me a clearer conception of the good in you. I am glad sne has vbosen so well. It is not likely | will ever return 16 Mandeville. There 1s nothing tc bring me here. The place is the cemetery of all my sopes. So you wust let me offer my congratulations now. Is the day fixed?’ “No. You see, there’s been a great deal else op her mind—ours, | may say —fatber ip Gurope, mother in bad health and ali that. But I’ve pever told you how I came by that paper.” “Miss Maitina told me the whole story. Ti: re ts nothing for you to tell we.” Westover fushed hotly. “She was afraid 1 would uot keep my word about giving it back.” “Not at all. She bad otier papers to give me, inventories of plate, pictures, ete.” “Yes, I remember. By Jove, Brox- ton, you must have gone it at a pace while you were at college to get throagb with everything!” “Doubtless I did,” said ‘Yom, looking hard at the dingy. fireless stove at the other end of the waiting reom. » "But fatber says you are to De con » gratulated ~ “Upon what?” “Cpon an opportunity to develop your latent talents. We Lave been read ing abont that invention of yours. ther syys if it is what you claim for it Fa- | have no claim at all to it. It is yours. What are you going to do about it?” “This.” He tore it into small bits. “Yes; but, my dear Don Quixote, the | Wraxalls, don’t you see?’ “What steps could I take that would | Dot reflect upon a dead man? How | could | stir in this matter without hold- jug QOlivia’s father up for criticism- worse, condemnation? And as looking for a Wraxall with no other clew thap man's temptations to commit maw) mony have not been numerous or ir resistible.” He had rather hoped that she would | flame out at bim with her old willful. ness and defiance of contradiction. lostead sbe answered with a berbear. | ing meekness which made bim stare. | | He would have pitied her if be had | known how hardly it was won. “Please don’t say anything unkind about Miss Malvina, Clarence. She will be the only friend 1 bave in the world after you go away hating me.” His mood was still resentful. as ag | be said. with an unpleasant smile. “You forget.” “1 forget?” “Broxton. He fs a grand fellow, a most formidable rival, but 1 was not Just prepared to fina him in the field.” “Clarence!” She flung out her hands toward him imploringly. Her cry was one of niin- this ancient scrap of paper would be | hopeless I will only say we must wait | for one to turn up.” “The lawyers would unearth a baker’s dozen of them at the first hue | and cry of defective title.” “There will be no hue and cry. The lawyers have nothing to do with this business. With my consent they never | affianced husband, shall. Call it my wedding gift to Oli- | via. There is nothing in the agreement | debarring a gift. I used to think she liked the old place. I will be glad to think of her as its mistress.” The sharp shriek of the tocomotive patient calculations I consider myself He sprang UP | approaching the goal, | am met witb Westover detain- | sounded near at hand. and seized his bag. ed bim with a hand on his shoulder. “Let it rest at that for the present. We are friends, Broxton?’ 'mation that you have OD ej ” ry. | Friends.” said Tom, looking down into the other man’s honest eyes. “1 leave Mandeville richer by that much.” The grasses of a month’s growth waved their swordlike blades about Horace Matthews’ grave before Ollie would consent to see any one but Miss Malvina. Then a somewhat imperative note from Clarence compelled her from her seclusion. He was going to meet his father and mother in Paris, he wrote, and while there he might exe- cute many commissions for her. “Jeanne and mother would be so glad to buy all your wedding finery for you and as soon as they all get back my dear little girl and ber devoted lover will be made one.” To this Ollie returned a very short answer: Dear Clarence—Please come to see me this even- ing. 1 have something to say to you before you atart for Paris. And Westover obeyed the summons. She looked so pale and wan, so unlike his vivid, brilliant Olivia, as she came toward him in her plain black robe that he was conscious of a shock to bis aesthetic nerves. “By Jove, my dear girl, I don’t wart to say anything unfeeling, but I hope you are not going to wear black any | great length of time! I never could see how it evinced respeci or affection for the dead, and it certainly does play the mischief with some women.” “You mean that I look hideous. J] know I do.” “Of course I don’t. Somehow or oth- er, Ollie, you have a talent for making my words mean the ugliest possible to them.” ‘That would be terrible if we were mau and wife and were always misun- derstanding each other.” Westover laughingly said, bad indeed.” for a little while yet. | more time. gled pain and indignation. Belonging, as Westover did, to the school of lev- | ers who abjure romanticism and | eschew heroics, it fell upon unplacat: | ed ears. “But, my dear girl, do try to be sen- | sible. Put yourself in my place. For | over a year now I have been your ready to mary you whenever you would consent to fix the day. First your father inter- posed his loneliness and ‘your youth as arguments for delay. Then his sick- ness and death prolonged the term of probation. At last, when by the most the rather unexpected piece of infor- decided you do not want to marry anybody.” “I know—!I know. [It sounds abso- lutely insane. It is not worth puzzling over. | am not worth grieving about. You won't for very long.” She was wiping the teurs from her eyes with a gentle air of resignation which quenched the fires of West- over’s temper as nothing else could. His voice had a kinder tone in it when he said: “Perhaps I have come to you too soon | after your bereavement, dear. You | cap think of nothing but your father | You are under spinster tut- tion at present.” I will give you Willa year be long enough? | ‘ “Oh, I see! Your term of mourning, I believe wom- i en call it. will be over then.” “Pretty | “It would be much better not to get | married, wouldn't it, Clarence?’ She was twisting her slim fingers in and about each other. Glancing down at them, be noticed, with a start, that they were ringless. Her eyes were fastened on her clasped hands. He touched the finger that hac | been encircled by bis ring of betrothal it will revolutionize the entire system | of electrie lighting in all the big cities | and will make an everlasting fortune | | did not leck at him as she answered in for you.” “I think It is all that I claim for it.” said the young inventor quietly. consulted bis watch. be late.’ He had folded the paper neatly and now handed it back to Westover, who declined to take It. “It is not mine, my dear fellow. } BACK= — E If you have Backache you have Kidney Disease. If you neglect Backache it will develop into something worse—Bright’s Dis- ease or Diabetes. There is no use rubbing and doctoring your back. Cure the kidneys. There is only one kidney medicine but it cures Backache every time— Dodd's Kidney : _s | | He | “My train must | “What does that mean, Olivia?’ She opened her bands and showed him the ring clasped in her palms. She a siow, Cull voice: “It means that I want you to take it back, Clarence, and give it to some | girl who will make you happier thar I could. It means that I don’t want your mother and Jeanne to buy me anything, because—because—there will | be no wedding.” | little gasp, then sat quite still. - She laid the ring in his hand with a He stared at it dumbly fer a moment, the hot, indignant blood mounting higher into his temples every second. “Would you object to being a little more explicit?” be asked presently. with biting coolness. “I take it for granted you have some reason or some thing you call a reason for this re markable change of mind.” Her lips quivered piteously. The hot tempered young fellow, smarting un- | der a burt to his pride, took no note of Quenenpenncene it. He waited in cold silence. “I have made up my mind never to marry at all, Clarence. I am going to live like Miss Malvina. At first it won’t seem at ail nice, but I'll soon get wrinkled and old, and my hair will fall out, and life will grow smooth, and 1 won't care for anything but making beef tea for poor people and going to church. Miss Malvina is a much happier woman than 1.” A loud laugh, fuller of mockery than of mirth, broke up the decorous still- ness of the house. Mindful of his growing wrath, Westover clutched frantically at a scapegoat. “Oh, I see! You are under spinster tuition at present. 1 fancy Miss Spill He looked at her. | | gtreet, | being She flung a grateful look at him. “It is very good of you, Clarence, to | try to make excuses for a woman who has treated you so badly, but if you were to give me a year and another year on top of that and still another one it would make no difference in the end. I am not going to marry anybody —ever.” (To be Continued.) Had Piles For 9 Years Bominion Inspector of Steamboats Cured by Dr. Chase’s Ointment. False modesty and fear of the sur- | geon's knife prevent most people from appealing to their physiciaus for a cure | for piles. Many people auffer on year afier year, robbed of their res‘ and sleep by the terrible itching, when they could be entirely cured by a single box 0° Dr. Chase’s Ointment. | Mr. O. P. St. John, Dominion Inspec tor of steamboats, living at 246 Shaw Toronto, statea:—I suffered | for nine years from itching piles, at times being unable to rest on account | of the annoyance caused by thera. | Aiter trying almost all remedies in |yain I pegan the use of Dr. Chases Ointment, which entirely cured ine. I _ cannot speak too highly of it. I have | recommended it to several friends, all | of whom have been cured by its use.” Dr. Chase's Ointment is recognized by physicians, druggists, and the pub- lic in generai as the only absolute °ure for piles; 60 cents a box, at all dealers, or Edmanson, Bates and Co., Toronta | JOHN P. BRENNA). ee Ship Broker, Co nmi-sion Merchant snd dealer in all kinds of p oduce, my la ge and commod.ous premises on Commercial Street articularly adapted for handling cf | Prince Edward island products. Consignments solicited. | t returns. | Fe reat JOHN P. BRENNAN, | North Sydney, Sept. 25, dy 135 Wy- 20th, 1884, for $20,000. 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