SOUTHERN PRAISE FOR RHEUMO.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 7301, 5 January 1904, Page 4

SOUTHERN PRAISE FOR RHEUMO.

Rheumo, the great rheumatic medicine has only just been introduced into the South laland, and already its praises are being sung. Mr W. Newton, carrier, Sydenham writes, Ist) October, 1903:— "A few days ago I had a very bad attack of Rheumatic Gout, and on the recommendation of a friend, purchaised a bottle of "Rheumo" from Mr H'Ferran, Chemist of Christthuroh. The effect was magical, and before I had taken the contents of one bottle the excruciating pains had entirely left me, and I am pleased to say I have had no return of them. Your remedy is a splendid one amd I shall not hesitate to induce any sufferers to use it." Sold by chemists and etorea at 2s 6d and 4s 6d per bottle. 773

was buried beneath the ohapel, the maiden, Lkanor, remaining by the bier when the other mourners left the vault* How she fared throughout her lonely vigil was never known, for on Christmas morning they found her stabbed to the heart in the vault, though it could not be discovered that any mortal had passed the locked entrance. " The presumption being teat poor Eleanor's death was due to some miscreant who possessed or had obtained the key of the vault," said Professor Lucas, who had heard the story before. "That's my view," said Sir Richard. "I have always thought that my ancestor, , Randolph Charlemain, old Sir Roger's son j and* hear, was accountable for his sister's death, probably under oath to his father ac a condition of . inheriting . the estates, which in those days were not entailed." " Well, if the son and heir is expected to be the culprit on these occasions, good old Marie will be all right this time," grinned Hector Charlemain, an Eton boy of sixteen, and his sister's junior by five years. Then the lad grew suddenly grave, and added, "If that story is true, father, I don't' believe that it was necessarily Randolph who killed Eleanor." "How's that?" exclaimed' Sir Richard, with a jolly laugh for the hope of the house. " I — l have , got my own opinion about it," replied Hector rather awkwardly. "I shan't say any more till after Marjorie has pulled off the event." And he shot a curious glance at Mervyn Gilliat, who had ceased to be interested in the conversation, and was discussing the prospect of the pleasant shooting om the morrow with a fellow guest. The only one present sufficiently observant to note the boy's half-startled glamce wae Professor Sheldon Lucas, who, on tike plea of a slight cold did not join the battue party next day, but remained in the mansion. Mr Gilliat, however, was out with the rest, and shot brilliantly, attended by his black-brow-ed French valet, Paiul Lesurques, a fellow of panther-like step and a celerity in loading for his master that excited universal envy. At five minutes to midnight on Christmas Eve a gay company trooped through the corridors to tbe old chapel in the west wing, escorting winsome Marjorie to the scene of her fantastic jest. Tbe chapel had not been used for over a century as a place of worship, but its sanctity had been preserved by utter desolation. The result was that when Sir Richard ushered his bevy of guests into the * chill, dark interior the cloaked and hooded ladies of the party shuddered and exclaimed at the weirdnesS' of Marjorie 1 s self -set penance. Tempest and Sir Richard carried bedroom candles, .which only served to outline the rows of crumbling pillars and the asrehed roof. The entrance to the vault was by way of a winding stair, which was doubly shut off by an iron rail gate and a massive wooden door, each having ite own separate lock. Marjorie carried both keys, and having unlocked the approaches she turned and faced the party with a merry laugh. "Now, good people, you must remember my stipulation," she cried. *' You are nono of you to lurk about here in the chapel — not even, you, Charlie. You aie all to go back to the drawing-room or the billiardroom and enjoy yourselves till one o|clock, when you can come and fetch, me if yon please. And I'm going to prevent any repetition of the Eleanor tragedy by keep-, ing the keys and locking myself in. So take heed all whom it may concern." '-' Suiting the action to the word^ she locked the iron rail gate amd was passing through the wooden door when Sir Richard called to her, V Here, you'd better take this candle. It'll help your courage if any of the ancestors turn up. There , are some precious bad lots among them!*' " No, thank you, a light would be quite contrary to precedent," was the gay reply. For 01 moment the girl's graceful figure stood framed in the black opening; then the rusty hinges creaked, and with a clang the heavy door swung to. Only too glad to escape from the danik air of the chapel, the party turned to retrace their steps. The two last fio leave