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I I ECOPIYI-ight w S-A-nie)-ica. All 1?;.qhfa Rese7"1'e.d. ] I LADY MARCARET'S VOW BY BLANCHE EARDLEY,. Author of "A Bid for a Bride." Mr;. MaxweUO. SUence, &c. I CHAPTER XI. I JEALOUSY. "My dear Olivia, you really eught to ia aist on Virginia stirring herself. She ia be- coming quite iM and old looking with 90 much moping. moOpliinvgia looked at Lady Scott and smiled a little at the idea of Virginia's lovely fair face ever being called "oLd." It was a month since the failure of the hounds to find the mur- derer of Lady Margaret, and ever since then there had been no further senaatiou at The Mount. It had <seempd that the public and the police had put the case aside in favour of fresher and more easily unravelled mys- teries. Life had gone on very quietly with Olivia and her sister. The only change that had taken place had been in the dismissal of Lady Margrt' former secretary and her mala. Lû: Sladon and Jordan had !eft The Mount MI fjuiet'y and t'nobtrushely as even Olivia could desire, and thf girl'< had a new maid, while Olivia was her own .secretary. Lady Scott still stayed on, and somehow she found a niche in household that fitted her completely. "I don't think there is much danger of Virginia looking old," Olivia «aid lightly. "Of course, she been horribly upset over our family trouble and all this publicity, but the will soon be her old self. I hone." ) Lady Scott tucked curiousty at her young iMMtess. In sptto of bar position as chaperon to Lady Margaret's nieces, she had never succeeded in bridging f)\(r the distance that Olivia. had created and maintained between them. Now sh" BJd slow)y: "I suppose Mr. LytUeton will be down again soon. Why don't you suggest his marrying Virginia later on and taking her away for a long honeymoon? It would be quite the most .sensible thing, my dear, both for Virginia and you." 11 Olivia waa si!ent. Though she and Virginia were now publicly engaged. neither of them had thought of early marriages. And it was not tneir place to 's vgge.-it them. "I do not think we should care about it, thank you," she said a little stimy. "Vir- ginia and I are not titcd of being engaged." "I may be wrong," Lady Scott went on, "but it seems to me that Mr. EUiott has been looking quite ill lately, almost as though he had a secret worry, though, of courae, it may be that it is the worry only of being engaged to one of the richest girit in the British Isles." She laughed lightly. "You and Virginia are heiresses now of great import* arce—you lucky gir! "Money makes no difference to !oT€ Olivia sajd quietly. "It make<; a gi-eat difference to one's !ifc, though," Lady Scott laughed cynically. "Now I am as poor as a church mouse, and have to keep up some sort of a position on absolutely nothing a year." Olivia looked at the perfectly fitting gown fthe was wearing, and smiled inwardly at the description her society chaperon applied to herself. "You never look poor," she said. "Oh, my dear. I am living on credit and dear, dead David's reputation for wealth. But neither credit nor reputation last, for ever, and one day I shall fmd myself in the work- house, I expect." Moved by a sudden impulse of friendliness, Olivia said quifkly "If you arc r(ally serious. Lady Scott, I hope you will stay with us as long as you like; at any rate, until we marry. And you know next year you will be able to help Vir- ginia and myself very much when we conM up to Londoa to choose our trousseaux." Lady Scott's green eyes contracted &\(\ denly. The rolo of ec)nti)ittsl chaperon. to two engaged girh was not a particularly in- teresting one to her, C8p<cia!ly as deep do*wa in her heart she envied tli,n both theur good fortunes in possessing bo!h love and wealth, but alx've everytlting <-]se she exkvied OUvia the love of Jim Eiiiott, v/hose handsome face had quite blotted out lier Urst liking for Wil- frid Lyttletnn. After all, the journalist had seen through hfr If-o wpH, and while he had always paid h"i just th(>. right amount of at- tention, she had felt thitt up his sleeve he waa laughing quiet! y at her. But with Jim Elliott she knew site v.as safe from being made to 1"1 ridiculous. He had, during their few brief tcte-a tftes, treated her with a deference and open admira- tion that, while being in no sense & disloyalty to Olivia, had made Lady Scott's frivolous, empty little soul hug to itself a prospect of cutting out the proud queenly girl she had come to chaperon. So far she had not made much headway, but she wax content to wait, and in the meantime she had good reason for letting herself be bored to death in the country. Jim Elliott's place was not two miles away. and while she could meet him for even a long chat in .which she might throw out a sentimental reference to her loneliness, life seemed fairly endurable at The Mount. "Yes," she said aloud, "I shall be able to help and advise you, I hope, dear, when you are choosing your trousseaux. I suppose you will give the house to Virginia when you com« back as Mrs. EMiott?" Olivia shook her head. "No, we both hate it because of its awful associations. As it belongs to me, I am going to have it sold, the furniture and everything else, except our favourite things." Lady Scott stined a yawn prettily. "How lucky for you that you have money. she said slowly. "It would be awkward if the other will was found, wouldn't it?" The colour Named in Olivia's cheeks, then faded, leaving them pale and her lips tremb- ling. "The search has been so thorough that it cannot be found, if it ever existed," she said after a pause. "The eolicitor and Aunt Mar garet's secretary searched all her papers, and new they think that she must have deatroved it." "It h&a turned out splendidly for you," Lady Scott said gaily. "But it would be a tragedy if it ever turned up, wouldn't it?" Olivia did not reply. A servant came into the room with a telegram on a salver, which she picked up and opened with nngers that shook slightly. Who could be sending her a telegram? Wil- friti Lyttleton had returned to London with his hounda and had not promised to return, though, in Virginia's name, she had invited him to, and her own nance was not a couple of miles away. The next moment ehe bit her lipa with surprise and annoyance. "Am coming Eppatone to-day. }{Ugt see you. Meet me near old oak in woods. Ad- vise not refuse. Luke Sladen." The message was a curt, almost threateoing message from the man whom she had dis- miaaed from the houte a few weeks ago. How dared he send her a telegram? Why did he want to meet her? As she crushed the slip of paper in her hand she looked up to aee Lady Scott's small green wicked looking eyes nxed on her face, and she Hushed. "No bad news, I hope, dear?" the older said languidly. WI "No, a bufineaa telegram from my so! pitor," Olivia replied coldly, but when she had left the room & cynical little smile erased Lady Scott's lips. "Humph! That was a very clumpy lie, my dear girl. Solicitors don't Mind busineaa telograma .to clienta whom they can call en, and the expression fh your eyea as you were reading M was one of fear. Yea, my <?a-p ¡haughty Miss 0!ivia, you are afraid of th? person who sent you that telegram ah& mused. In the- meantime Olivia went to her aiater's. boudoir. Since Lady Margaret's tragic, mys- terious death the two sisters had changed their quarters, and while Olivia had the study '0<1 boudoir that had been Lady Karg&ret'a.. she had given Virginia a room oppoøite" which had once been a morning-room. It was prettily furnished, and fresh chintzes covered the chairs and replaced the eld dingy curtains that had hung there in Lady Mar- garet'a time. There were Sowere, too, in abundance, and big downy cushions, and tables and chairs of quaint Dutch furniture. A modern writing-table stood in the window, I and by it fitt Virginia, pen in hand. I She turned, and' glanced at Olivia in. quiringly. I WeU," she said slowly. And then she saw the orange-tinted envelope in her hand, and her eyes contracted with a sudden fear. I "What is the matter?" she added, rising quickly from her cuaif. "Whom is that tele- I gram from ? Olivia shut the door. "From Luke Slad<-B." she said in a low voice. "He w<'nts to see me." Virginia's face grew ashen. "To !;pe you!" gasped. "I thonght we had" got t'id of him when yon sent him away. Do you think he knows anything of what happened that day?" j "I don't know. lie might, of course," 'OHvm replied qulct;y. "At nrst I thought he did—then I changed my mind aa he did nothing except say that he knew where I really was, which of course may have been just Muff, as he is not the sort of man to keep such knowledge to himself without de- manding a very high price. But this tele- gram alters things," she went on thoug'ht- fuHy. "At firet. I was inclined to ignore it, but perhapa I had better go an<t mee kim- he may be danel'Ous," Virginia shivered. "Yes, he may mean to strike M from aome K<?w quarter. He does know something I am eure—I always was. His eyca fright- e!!€c! me—there wa& a look in them that al- ways made me feel that he knew more than he tet anyone guMM. ?nd that he would speak in his &wn time." Olivia shrugged her !thoulders. "WItetever he kntwa must be partly guess-work. But what most troubles me is that I can't make out how much is gtteas- work sndc how much knowledge. I suppose ho will tsU me when I Me him at the <dd Mk. Virginia looked at her nervously. "How brai-e you are, Olivia!" ehe said to a low, ashamed voice. Co.) am fmch a coward, myseM, amd heapa of tincaxs have been- on the verge of b&trayiHg everytuing V, know, but yon have always come to my help and saved II the situation !H some "ite ordinary way. You are wonderful, dear, And I am juat the silliest an'd' tnost miseMMe creature on earth." "It is a matter of tetB'peram€Bt/' Olivia, said slowtw. "J am natHraHy atrong, and t have a sork of bull dog cmTage that won't ¡ give jtn. In fact, I loye !&e excitement of having ti(ma-etliiiig,to do, i<! i:p<*ps me from < thinklpg too much:" l to do bat think," t Virginia &aid with trembliug lip5. "It ia that. that & sapping all the tife and courage out ff me. "Oh, OHvia!?he burst out paa- sionnt€!y, "the knowledge that y&u anl I ? arc tied h thia awful boa.d of silfncc some- ? timt'a ma},õt>1I me foci I shan go mad." [ "Then, dear, you must go <way some- j wher< Olivia said firm! "Lady Scott said j to day t5at you looked is and worried, and if pcopto begin to talk &bout your aplv,.i.r!. W(l' 'nnght just as mell admit what we know." "I yould rather -do urst," Virginia breatfaed. "but how catt I go away and leave. yon? it would ba woe&t: than cowardly.' "Qt't I want you to. go." Olivia said. "I;) shaMi be happi<-f if I bnow that your nerves I are &<'ing nurse<I to health away from. I h-ece. Do go, dear—to please me!" Vu'ginia glanced at the open letter on her. "I waa just ??ttiag to Miss Lyttleton, Wilfrid's aititer. :Shc has asked me to go and stay with her ist London, and ? was rei'us- ing when you same in." "Then writ? h?r another letter accepting,'? Olivia said quickly. "It wiU bp H?e very thing for Virginia hesitated, whil<! ? <ib?p. bluah stained hey face. "I am afraid to go," she ansvfeivd. "Afraid! What of?" Olivia exclaimed. "Of Wilfrid!" was the low yeply. Some- how, that day he went away with the houndx, I had a feeling that he was different—that he looked at me strangely, and even when. he said good bye I felt a thange in him." ''This is al! morbid imagining," OUv'a, said firmly. "You must gu, dear. I insist, and you know that you have nothing to thing. Mr. Lyttleton can su&pect nothing it is ridiculous, and the very fact of your thinking such absurd things is proof positive that you are run down and need r a change." "Then I wil! go," Virginia said quietly, "I will do as You wi:h, dear. but I know that I shall dread" each poot that might bring me a shall dread each por, letter from you." "I shall eeud you nothing but good new?, Olivia answered "The only thing I want you to do is to keep your spirits up and do nothing that will make people suspect there is anything really wrong." "There 18 one thing I want to warn you aborut, though." Virginia sa)d. "and that is that we have an enemy in Lady Scott! Olivia stared at her btankly. "What makes you say thttt7'' "I don't kaow, but I feel certain that deep down in her heart she dislikes us,' Vir- ginia went on. "Don't think that I am imagining all thia, dear, but one day I was looking out of my window here, and I saw her meet Jim in the garden. Olivia laughed suddenly. "Thttt is nothing. How can she help it when he comes up moat da.ys T "Listen!" Virginia said earnestly. "They i met, and, though I know he was coming to Me you, he turned back and went on with her, and I noticed that )M did not return! A vivid Sush stained Olivia's face, and her dark eyea met her sister's with a proud gleam in them. "Do you euggeat, Virginia, that Lady Scott is taking Jim from me?" she a&id, while at the same time she remembered her sister's words only a few minutea ago-words which had indicated diterence in her lover. "Don't be ttngry," Virginia pleaded quickly, "but, dear, I feel certain that she is jealous, and that if ohe can she will poiaon Jim's mind against you." "I am not afraid of her," Olivia said acorn- faHy. But a few minutea later, M she was croMing the hAll, she saw a servant with & note on a salver. "For me, Barnest she asked "For her ltdyship, miM, t.he man answered, and as she glanced at the envelope fhe recognised the bold, characteristic writ- ing of her lover. What was Jim writing to Lady Scott about? I ) CHAPTER XII. I INTHtOrMt. Aa she strolled leisurely through the wooda to keep her compulaory appointment with the man ahe hated and feared, Olivia'a mind was concentrated on the new fear that wtm far mort- formidable than any pl'VinH\ one. To lose the love of the man who v.as eYcrything in the world to her would be a tragedy that Nothing else could equal. Even the past d&Ngera of her perilous position, and the nar- row, escape --she had h<Mi froHl an overwhelm- ing dter paled into inaigntncance coia- pued with the thought that her lover might be won from her by <t far more clever'and fMcijaating womaa than hereelf. She did not L know—how could 9he!—that the text of Jim ElHÍ)Ws letter to Lady Scott Hsd' beea a polite apology foFnot I;eing, ablb., t-o let one of i.is farms to a. friend of hers—a. request which ha.d' been invented on the spur of the moment by the de-signing widow to get into correspon- dence with him. But Olivia knew nothing of this, and, consequently, her mind was full of vague misgivingjs and new doubt& that for the moment made her forget that she had to face a fresh da.!fger from her Iat6 aunt's Secretary. But a turn in the path brought her in view of the old oak that was such a feature of the woods, and, Leaning Rgainat it, smoking a cigarette waa Luke Sladen. He advanced to meet her with outstretched hand, which Olivia ignored. "Your telegram said that it was- important you ahould see me, ahe began coMly, "though I cannot understand why you could I not call at the house. 1. am tired of mvstertea Mr. Sladen." His pale face AUsh-ed;. and his hand fell by hiaaide. "Very well. I was prepared to meet you as & friend/' he said slowly; "but since you keep me at a distance, I will get to business at ooce. I thought it better to meet here as we might have been disturbed at the house." Then, as Olivia ahowed no sign of interest .in her pale, cold face, he went on: "You are carrying thinga oS with a high hand, aren't you? But I am tired of watching the pretty game you and Miss Virginia .have been playing all this time, and I propose to take n hand, and" perhaps deal the. cards a little differently." Olivia raised her eyebrows contemptuously. "All this sounds very interesting, but' I am afraid I don't understand tt, Mr. SIaden. It is something U?c your last ambiguous re- mark to mu, in which you said I was standing on the edge of a precipice." The man's face darkened. ?Then I will explain," he sMd? "T have waited my thne, partly becau&e I wo inte- rested' Lh your movements and partly because I had something', else to do. But I have come back to put two alternatives before you, and I suggest th&t you chcoae wisely for your own sake and your sifter's." "'Please go on," Olivia said wearily. "AH th!-< is very tedious, Mr. Sladen." Stung by hey contempt, the man's hand darted forward !md gripped her wrist, t "TIliS ia my atternative/' he said thickly, "You either pay me a tbird,:of your income, or I go to the police and denounce you as a thief and murderer! His words, instead of creating the sensa- tion it<? expected, had quite another en'ect on the girl wh-jm he had hoped to nil with terror: She laughed lightly,.amd'paid in a' low. amused' tóne: j "Real!?, Mr. Sladen,. you Ita've been in- dulgingm a supfeit of penny dreadfuls, I ohould imagine, I did hot know I was such a fearful person as you suggests I feel you havo exaggerated my powers of evil doing." "I expeekd you would bluS' Itc retorbed <tn&eringiy, "but it:won't do. You know very weli tHat yea destroyed Lady and-—— "Aizd kuled 'her afterwards, 4k inter- I rupted. "It, sounds quite t!iœilrimg. Mr- a, but I am afraid you will find it difH- sult t<t prove. ?kt Slin? I?" the man snarled. **I h?ve only got to eo to the police and teS them that Lady Margurct told you that ah.e wiahed you 'Ii !o mar?y me. and that you refused and flew into an awfut rage, and then when she went Np to Loadon you slipped into the study and' I st,ole the will, and afterwards were afraid of &eing found out and killed her: in <Mae of you!: itwful rages, which are pretty well tnown by I' 0-,reryone in thtt house." A <slo-w nnsb spread over Otivies face at. the last words, but when he Docked for thi& I admission ot guilt he was disappointed. ¥ou hove. certainly struing together etring of t{Mite plausible arwmeEkt6, she said I scornfll;)y. "But if yon go/to the police with such a story a;< this they wiH naturaHy aok th<- reason of your hesitatiba is denouncing such a, human monster." The Secretary looked att her with vitMtic- tivo cyea. Her coolness and indiffetenew puzzled and enraged htm. I "I could produce evidence that would con- vince them of UW, trkitb, of my story," lie eaid, nftpr a p&usp. 'LJ.. fould say that your t&le Jn!I\!),Ving. been.¡}\ a long w&Ik with MLss ¡ Virgiziip,. was a,( for I myself met you coming in :m opposite direction. They would understand tha' man hesitates to denounce I a, girt he loved aa I love you." Olivia's f". pushed hotly at his last words, and shf! Sung. a glance at him full of loathing a,nd scorn,. "Lovet ktow d&re you speak of toving me? 1: would! j2zithor die & thousand times than bc&r &teh. a word from your vit,,o lips," she said contemptuously. "Do what you threBI, you miserable blackmttiler, but I refuse to listen to another word, A<. she turned away from hMm, he cried is'bt&rpty z Stol) You think that 1, Itave no other proof, th&t I am babbling ,"vt, but you don't know that I have found the-dagger that killed L*dy Marg&ret!" Olivia turned to him slowly. "The dagger!" she ated, "Yea," he went on, 'It was found by heir maid, whom you &lso dismissed, and she gave it to me. It waa Nh<& who said it WM the fellow to one that WM missing from t <:Me y,ou hid in a drawee of your deak. Now, do you realise that I Ikave a powerful weapoa to use against you? he Mid triumphantly. Olivia's face had' grown suddenly Mheu, and the fear hei enemy had despaired of bringing to her proud young face now- shone from her large eyes like a atartted fwn rouaed roughly from its alumber. "Well," he jeeringly, "whtch is it to bet Do I get to the police and teU them &U I know tnd produce my evidenooA or do I re- ceive half your income as the price of my wilence! She made no aign of having heard him. Her eyea gazed ahead as though ataring at acme invunble tMng, and the expression in them was that of a sleep-walker. Suddenly ahe routed heraelf with &u effort. "L<t me have a week's grace," she said alowly;"by that time I ehall have made up my mmd. I cannot do it in a hurry, t must think it over. Three houra later Luke SIades arrived in London again, and, after calling at his own rooms, he went out and jumped into a hansom, unconscious of the fact that a loafer who had been amoking a pipe outside in the rain jumped into another hansom and fol- lowed him. When hia cab stopped at its destination, he paid the cabman and entered the house, a mean, shabby-genteel house, of the lodging- house kind. A woman opened the door of a room off the passage, and beckoned to him to enter. "Well," she said curtly, "did you see her?" Y ea," he smiled. "She wants a week to think it over, which means we have won. Sh) braved it out, but I mentioned that you had found the dagger. Then she caved in at once. I think we have her in the hollow of our hands now." The woman—Lady Margaret's late maid— Hushed uneasniy. "Since you went away," she began, "I have been out looking for a new situation, and I came back an hour ago, and the land- lady told me that a gentleman had called to see the rooms, and she had shown him into this one while she made herself tidy." r The ex-secretary shot an anxious glance at I the woman's plain, worried face. "We! he snapped, "what ia it? Hare you been frightened into anything?" "No," she said timidly, "but I went to my box at once to see if the little packet waa still safe, and I found that it had gone!" "Gone!" Luka Sladen repeated with tt dawnmg fear in hia face. "Yes. Gone — stolen," she answered;. "and the only person I can suspect i< the man wha came to look at the rooma (To be C<)ut'Il\\d\)

-.=.. LOCAL PLACES- OF PUBLIC AMUSEMENT. CADOXTONFICTURE PALACE rrl! I 1 1. L lJU ? UuuünUl popuianty of the Cad-- oxtonPich¡ ro Palace st.ill continue: F;wr); enm ing thi Wf'f']{ the rORY build- trg nCM. "The Pdtriüt ut- France" ha!r' been the attrn.ct.ion- a delightful sub- ject produced at unparalled expense, on a scale ui' m.agnifhxmcehi.therto ua-- 1t is adapted from the famous poem, "The-Ballad of Splendid Silence." The nim will be acain shown cm the of this week. and any person In need of a thoroueih treat is strongly advised to pav a. visit I to the Caduxton Palace. 'dic.h has ex- ta.blished a great rep-atation in the town. I Hand and 'Conway provided a pleasing I item, "Outside the Village Inn." ''The Air T()rf*dO' throe reels of sensation, is the feature item for next. week, \vhi!st another drama of g.reat merit is "The Black bang, Bettv Brown, the wood's pn'fftfer rnimic. bot)n, otig,,icred. On p. m. \viH be a tt)d vocal en- tertainment in aid of the widows' and orphans' fund of the NritiunallJnÍon of Railwaymen. THEATRE ROYAL, BARRY. Mr. Anthur Carlton: is successfully. plaY1 "A Royal Divorce. a.t the Theatre Royal tJiie5 week. An: esspR.tia.Hy in— tercsting. piøoo from. historical stand-: points; a.nd from the-humanity of its- stor\ Ulis of love made its debut on Monday evt'ning last, and fully MM.mta.ined its pa.,t high pinnacLe of fa.me on the fol Lowing evenings. The play in an ex<3ee'dmgly eNective man, ner deal's with ibc' roma.nt.ic side of Napolfún's life anct the convict for his < heart. botwwn ,th{. Empress Josephine and hfr Austr.iar, rival. Gripping mnnwnts of iLi.ti\nÏty are provided :by the stirrmg plot. The costumes and dn\s.(1;" are extn'lfll>eI:y' gorgeous, the seen pry slavish., wbilst the glamour .of the love story of tliie f.n of I)estiziy M proving Hn31lprevailing attraciwn. Agnes Verity, wlio portrays bho part of the unhappy Josephine, ia-in. tho titlf\-rÔle. and.the eXí'eedingly diffl- cult task of. n Nqpo"n faNs to the lot of Mr. H. Tripp Edgar, who acquits JdJJía.dmira.bly As a British admiral-'Mr. C. Jackson'is un- sur-pIlSialbl(1. Mr. P. Joynson Powetl makes a typica.1 miniBter of Mi38 Barhira I as J[m;e Ti)uâ-se-(Na,po- socund \v-!fc-\ well- known n.rt,istes. Batrons s&ould book mrl!r,,for the pOliormftlJCf"S this evening (Thursday), and th.p rem'aindcrof the wc-,6k. 'DlÜ oveiMng (FTiday) wí-ll'be a great !lniJitHryand souvonr nighft., and each Lady p.at.nn who visit.s thotheatre will be prc-otitod witli rolled.'f.,rold pendant of the fi.£!St Napoleon a.n4;Jœephine. For tËH) nrst t'hrw. ewn.ings of next week ?e stirning pitlt:I,(., "A Patriot of Pranoo. will, be &epeened. This is tihc støry of a mighty combat between love and duty, and" is. adapted from !"Tho Ballad of Splendid Silence." Mias. Queenie Ray. comedienne and; will: c.i.)ntll'ibute itema. I ROmLLY a:¡\J;.J!J1 BA:RRY. Of, the two sitar pictures, Bond óf Love appeal most to the largo au-. dances at t-ho Romilly HaH during the (it this week. It ,as a gripping dlli[na, written an d acted Uu\).LLghbut. by the students ot- i)he foreroos.t U nj versi tv m America. For the wook*nd) fro37 o' Hearts will be the Iij¡agnet that will dra,w tho. crowds tc thi. popular house of axctjasl-, m&nt, Tlic priucipal fea.turo of tJn& gret serial is the dual acting of Mis& Cleo111dison) \dlU tlk('s the the two Rose and Judith Trine. A well..kuQwn newspaper aatan 'of- Los Angelas was wakhing prpduc- t.ion of one of 'the scenes from the "Trey o' Hearts." At. the close of the scene I he ii4iii pi-es(-iited to Mis.s Madison., i,hol at tiic time \as as Rose. A few minutes later she arod AA Jnd;IMi, and Manager Re-mstein, not kii<)NN-ing of the previous introduction, caviled her over and repe-a/t'ed it. The reporter blurM out, The l'eGØIThblanoo. is rcmarkab'le! I just m&t your sister, Miss Madison, and i r you were not a trine taUer than she ( couidn't ha-vo told you apart." Noxit weDk M\-stery of the. Salts wiII bo the sct-ar. A de- tú0tivc drama in three parts, it is full of se-n,,atiom. I mcidents from the open- ing scene to the end. KING'S HALL. A magnificent picture, oiltdtled, "reace and War, dealing with the nmnifold horiions of the great wa-r, wiH head the programme for this even- ing (Thursday) and the remainder of the week, :)nd an excellent gerias ot ofhcr 5rt.l' ijlnvg \viU be screened. <

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