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*4 Was There Any thing I Could Have Done? In the long nights of sorrow, many a mother has said again and again: “Was there anything I could have done to save my baby? Anything I left undone?” Oh, you mothers with little babies in your arms—don’t let that dull re proach come to you again! Do what you should do now. Learn that nine out of ten babies who die are not fed right. Learn that the baby is blessed that has its mother’s milk, and for the baby who cannot have that milk, you must be careful of the substitute. The milk of a cow even if you are sure it is clean and healthy, does not suit the baby until much has been done to it — many necessary things added. All this is done for you in Nestles Foocl So like mother’s milk the littlest baby and the most delicate feels no change. 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Name Address American Sunday Monthly Magazine Section Guinevere’s Lover {Continued from preceding page) nothing you can say to me can hurt more than my own thoughts—for I had brought it all upon myself by passion—not earing any more about a soul. “Oh, my dear,” I faltered, and I came nearer to him and sat down on the oak bench. “I am not filled with anything but grief for you and sympathy—how should 1 blame you—I am not your judge.” He covered his eyes with his hand as if to shut out some hateful picture—and then he went on as though to make a speedy end:— “Well, I told her as she faced me there in the saloon carriage, and throwing herself back on the cushions, she laughed—yes, she laughed! Ah, if you could have heard it, Guinevere—it was as the mocking of a fiend—she said she was glad—enchanted I had come to this determination—and | grateful to her old nigger grandmother if she had been the cause. Her father had always told her not to mention this thing or she might never get a husband, but that now she had secured a great position she was glad I knew 7 as she had never cared a rush for me and meant to enjoy her own life which she was very well able to do. As long as I would give her lots of money and freedom she would not have a word to say against the bargain—it was one she liked. “ And thus we started on our honeymoon! “ As she sat there opposite me in the irain, it seemed as though her golden hair turned back to wool, and her glorious blue eyes grew jet, and her full perfect lips became blubber, and her dazzling skin black— Guinevere, I could see the nigger in her— startling—terrible—exact—and a frightful repulsion came over me so that I could not have touched even her gloved hand.” He got up and stood by the wide open grate and he threw out his arms with a de spairing gesture and then dropped them hopelessly at his side. “And then two days after, I heard in Paris of the General’s death —Ah! Heaven— that was the worst of all—the hideous fiendish mockery of the whole thing caused by my own fault—I cannot tell you what the agony was—and ever since your face and your tenderness and your sweetness have haunted me night and day with frightful stabs of pain to know that soon, but for my action, you could have been my own. And now we have come back here to Minton Dremont—to our house, Guinevere, and she wants to change it all— and everything that attracted me in her fills me all the time now with sickening loathing and I can only see her faults— Guinevere—sometimes I feel I shall go mad—and I hardly know what to do—and it must go on and on until we either of us die or until I can divorce her or she me— a ghastly shame and torture and disgrace.” I could not speak—for a moment the misery of it silenced my utterance and then I tried to comfort him but it seemed as if no words were there. “ I had to come and tell you, Guinevere— and to ask you for your prayers—” he pleaded. “You are not a brute and a sinner like I am—give me your prayers.” Then I came and stood beside him, and reaching up I touched his hair. “Hugh,” I whispered gently. “Go straight on and do your duty in every way you can—try to abstract yourself and create interests of your own. Your new- house at Bransdale—the hunting—politics—the county—things for England—Hugh, do not let me have the pain of knowing that grief and horror are degrading you—dear one, rise—rise out of this abyss of shame.” He took my face in both his hands and looked deeply into my eyt*L “Guinevere,” he said, with infinite ten derness and reverence. “I have not asked you if you love me still, because I know you j are too pure and too true ever to have changed—you have suffered the anguish of jour severance with dignity and resignation and 1 have borne it like a brute and not a man —I am not worthy to tie your shoe strings, Beloved Angel One—but my soul and my real worship have never wandered from | you, I have only been unfaithful to you in those things which make the difference between the natures of a woman and a man. And now I realize once more how little they all matter when weighed in the balance with such love as is and must be for ever betw'een you and me. I will not plead for inercy or forgiveness, Beloved Heart, be cause I know you understand.” And then he dropped his hands and took my right one in his and raised it to his lips. “Guinevere—when we meet again—as time goes on—I will try to show you that I am following your wishes, but now I am glad you are going away and that I shall not see you, for all the love that I have ever had for you is there as ever—and a mighty rush of passionate worship and reverence as well. Good-by, my Soul—and give me your prayers.” Then he kissed my hand once more and left me and without looking back went down the stairs into the darkness out of which he had come. I sat there listening to the last,ccho of his footsteps while I stared into the fire—but as it was when he came and we had looked into each other’s eyes—mine were still dry with an anguish too deep for tears. Weeks have gone by and once more the presage of some terrible trouble hangs over this unfortunate house of Redwood Moat. Algernon is passionately in love with Kathleen. All this time she has played with him, and the sickening horror of the situation has been creeping over me with augmenting force, so that my own personal anguish subsides into a lesser trouble. Hugh went off to Bransdale immediately after the day at luncheon and has not re turned since except for Hying visits. He played his part nobly during the time I was abroad, and I heard of him when I first came back as having fulfilled all his duties with that generous exactness which made him so beloved in the county of old. But now like me, perhaps, he cannot any longer bear things and keeps away. Kathleen has always had numbers of adorers, but her methods with them all have been so ruthless and careless that as yet no actual scandal has connected any one of them with her name. But Algernon is different to the rest. His indomitable will and his extraordinary personal beauty, added to the prestige of his completely fearless riding, give him a special attraction and I know and feel that Kathleen is no longer indifferent to him. A fearful terror is upon me. What they do out hunting I cannot say actually; she follows where he leads, I believe—with a recklessness that is the wonder and admiration of the whole com pany. And what happens when he goes to tea with her in the late afternoons on non-hunting days I can only guess. Her father is there always and frequently other i visitors. I judge by Algernon’s temper] when he returns if he has or has not been 1 able to see her alone. Of all the tragedies which have beset my life, the tragedy of the thought of what this may mean is the greatest. If Hugh should ever know 7 . If there should be some scandal—Oh! I cannot face the frightful possibility of it all. To see the two together, Algernon and Kathleen, almost makes one hold one’s breath, they are so perfectly beautiful, and they have all the same tastes and likings. Both despise books and music and all gentle things. Neither, it would seem, has a belief or an aspiration beyond the present moment and the pleasure of the day. Of sentiment they do not know the outside meaning, or of tenderness either. Yes, I must face it—they are mated in their own way, just as were my dear Lover and I. Mates like brute beasts might be in their lair—made to be happy together were it not for fate’s bars. But what ought I to do—Ah! God in heaven—direct me—what ought I to do? It is the last day of the hunting, and Kathleen rode into the courtyard on their way home with my son. Lord Catesby, who had been out with them, had gone on, and Algernon brought Kathleen up to the drawing-room. I was in my turret-room playing the piano to soothe my troubled soul, and did not know they were there until I went down through the little library to pour out the tea. These doors open noiselessly now 7 , and I heard, before I could made my presence known, Algernon’s voice, hoarse and muffled with passion, saying: “ If you dare to dance with, or speak to Tommy Burleigh at the races, I’ll kill you, I tell you—I will choke the life out of you both—you belong to me and only me and shall not even play with any other man.” I reeled against the book-covered wall, and then silently retreated again up the stairs—and there, in my shrine with my old Petrov sleeping peacefully, I sat down upon the w 7 est window seat and looked out at the setting sun—red as blood as it sank towards the horizon, in a lurid, angry sky. (to be concluded in next issue) We have inaugurated popu lar-priced Thermos Bottles. You can now buy all-nickel Pints for $1.50, Quarts for $2.50, Carafes for $3.50. 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