There was never a cloud on Alice Brooke's domestic happiness, never a shadow of distrust between her and her husband, after this. For some little time they changed their mode of life--giving up the house in Bloomsbury and spending long, blissful months in Italy and the Tyrol. It was like another honeymoon. And when they returned to London, Caspar took a house in a sunnier and pleasanter region than Upper Woburn Place, but not so far away as to prevent him from visiting the Macclesfield Club on Sundays, and having a chat with Jim Gregson and his other workman friends. These workmen and their wives came also in their turn to Mr. Brooke's abode, where there was not only a gentle and gracious lady to preside at the table (where twelve especially valued silver spoons always held a place of honor), but a very remarkable baby in the nursery; and it was Mr. Brooke's continual regret that he had not insisted on naming his son and heir Macclesfield, after the workmen's buildings, instead of the more commonplace Maurice, after Maurice Kenyon. But Maurice and Lesley returned the compliment by calling their eldest child Caspar, although Lesley did say saucily that she thought it a very ugly name. Francis Trent was in a lunatic asylum, "at Her Majesty's pleasure." His wife was allowed to see him now and then; and on this account she would not leave England, as some of her friends urged her to do, but occupied herself with needlework and some kind of district visiting among the poor. The Brookes and the Kenyons were both exceedingly kind to her, and would have been kinder if she had felt it possible to accept "their kindness"; but, although she cherished in secret a strong affection for Lesley, she was too much ashamed of her past conduct ever to present herself to them again. She could but live and work in silence, until one of the two great healers, Time or Death, should soothe the bitterness of her heart away. And Ethel?--Well, Mrs. Harry Duchesne knows more about Ethel than I do, and I shall be happy to refer you to her. THE END. JELLY OF CUCUMBER AND ROSES. MADE BY W. A. DYER & CO., MONTREAL, is a delightfully fragrant Toilet article. Removes freckles and sunburn, and renders chapped and rough skin, after one application, smooth and pleasant. No Toilet-table is complete without a tube of Dyer's Jelly of Cucumber and Roses. Sold by all Druggists. *Agents for United States-- CASWELL, MASSEY & CO., New York & Newport.* * * * * * Teeth Like Pearls! IS A COMMON EXPRESSION. The way to obtain it, use Dyer's Arnicated Tooth Paste, fragrant and delicious. Try it. Druggists keep it. *W. A. DYER & CO., MONTREAL.* * * * * * [Illustrations: Burdock BLOOD BITTERS]