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Home My WebLink AboutThe Clinton News-Record, 1909-09-09, Page 7Septembel Mt 1909 D. D. MeTAOGART 1114 O. MOTADDART McTaggart ,..1 --0--••13ANKERS-,-- .. It A GENERAL NESS TRANSACTED. DISCOUNTED. IINTER4ST ALLOWED POSITS. SALE SED. e- -,-- - tiros. BUSI- NOTES ISSUED ON DE- PORCH - 4._ ee _ ...., MANKIND DRAFTS NOTES _ se, es, --, - - H. T. RANCE, - ee ,..- NOTARY PUBLIC, CONVEY- ' ANCER, FINANCIAL, REAL ESTATE AND FIRE INSUR- ANCE 'AGENT. REPRESENe TING 14 FIRE INSURANCE COMPANIES, DIVISION COURT OFFICE, CLINTON, i W, BRYDONE, 13ARRISTER, SOLICITOR- - NOTARY, PUBLIC. ETC. , OFFICE -Sloane Bleck.-CJ INTON. .„-----* • CHARLES B. HALE • Conveyancers, Comreissioners, Reel Estate and Insurance Agency. Money to loan. ... -..... OFFICE - --. - HURON ST,. --_,......... DRS. GUNN & McRAE. Dr. W. Gunn, L.R,C.P., L.R.C.S., Edin. Office--Ontallo street, Clinton. Night halls at front door. of office or resi- dence, Rattenbury street. Dr. T. T. McRae, University of Toronto. 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I 3.07 Pan, Is gl 5.15 p. ni. 11.07 a. m. 1.25 p. m. t3.40 11.28 p. m. LONDON, :HURON & BRUCE DIV. aoing South 7.50 a. M. I is st 4,23 p. at. 1 Going North 11.00 a, M. 1 It di 6.85 0. M. Going ,West it 14 it Si it it Clinton News4tecord may from tbe only thing that made life worth the effort A, gradual feeling of apprehension had come to Jessica -tan impression or blankness and OM that affected her strangely. She stood still, frightened at the sudden sense of utter sounds lessness. She caught up the lamp and. turning the wick, approached the bed. She put out her band and touched the wasted one on the •coverlet. Then a sobbineacry came from ber lips. David Stires was gone. A crowning joy had golclened his bitterness at the last moment, and he had gone away with his, son's face in his, heart and the smile of welcome on his lips. * * ARK was falling keen and cool, for frost was In the air, touching the fall foliage on the hills to crimson and anaber • and etching delicate boar tracery on the spidery framework of the long black railroad bridge that bung above "the hole." The warning light from a signal post threw a crimson splash on the ground. Its green pang cast a pallor on a • bearded face turned out over the gloomy water. "It was here," be said aloud. He stood a..moment, his hands clinched. 'The new life began here. Here, then, is where the old life ended." Prim where he stood he could see blossom- ing the yellow lights of the little city,' five miles away. He set his shoulders. whistled to the small dog that lapsed near by and set off at a quick pace. down the road. Once in the streets be turned'up.his coat collar and settled the brim of his felt hat more closely over'llis eyes. He crossed an open square and p esentiy. came to the gate of a Gothic C apel set • well back from the street. lts great rose window was alight, for on this evening was to be held a memorial service for the old man Whose money had built the pile. Who bad died a fort- night before in a distant saniterium. . He turned at the of wheels, and the blur Shocked itself apart to re- veal a kindly face that looked at him for an instant framed. in the -window of a passing carriage. liaside the car- riage Maher) • Ludlow settled back, with a sigh. I'Only a face on the pave- • ment," he said to his Wife, "but it re- minded me somehow of Ilart7 Sander - Son." ••• "How strange it is," she paid -the bishop had no 'secrets from his wife - "never a word or a sign. and every- thing in his study just eS he left it. What can you do, Johei It is. four motaths ago new, and the parish needs a rector." • He did not reply for a moment. The questiontouched the 'trouble that -was ever present in his mind. ' • •"I know," be said at length.- "I may have failed in my Whole duty, but *I .haven't known how to tell David Stires, especially since we•heard•of his - illness. I had written • to him -,the whole story. • The ink Was not dry on . the • paper When the letter came from Jessica teliing us of his death." Behind them as they talked the • man on the pavement was walking on feverishly, the dog following with a reluctant whine. . . At last he came to a wide, dark lawn set thick with aspens clustering "11 was herd," he said aloud. ebotte n white house. Ile hesitated a moment, then Walked slowly up the broad, weed grown garden path to- ward its porch. lti the hall light the massive silver dm' plate stood out clearly. Ile had known instinctively that that house had been a part of his life, and yet a tremor caught hitt as he read the name-Stires. The intui- tion that had bent bis steps from tbe street, the old stirring of dead memory had brought him to his past at last. This house bad been his hornet • Ile started. A man in his shirt sieeises Was standing by ti half open side door regarding him narrowly. "Thinking of buying?" The query bClotting the old ranch over wy was good hutnoredly satiric. "Or m- e just !vieW to a shakedown!" The trespasser Smiled grimly. It Was bet the first time he had seen that weather beaten face, "Yon have giv- en up BUrgery its a prtifession. I see," he said. • The Other' Came nearer, leaked at hint in a puzzled Way, then laughed, deft, it 1410 the eovfi we picked un ori • is the railroad track," he said. "dog ante jell! I thought you were far down the coast, where efth; Warmer. Nothitig much dein with you. elor "Nothing much," answered the man he addressed. Others might recognize him as the black sheep, but this non- descript evateluolan whom chance had set here could not. Ile knew him only as the dingy vagabond whose broken head he had bandaged in the box car. "I'm in better luelen went on the man in shirt sleeves. ni struelt this about two Months ago as gardener first, and now I'm a kind of a sort of a watchman. They gave me a bunk in. the summer house there" -he jerked his thumb backward over his shoulder -"but I know a game worth two of that for these cold nights. I'll show you. I can put you up for the night," he added, "if you like." The wayfarer shook his head. "I must get away tonight. but I'm much obliged." "Haven't done anything, have you?" asked his one time companion curi- ously. "You didn't seem that sort." The bearded face turned away, "I'm not 'wanted' by the police. no, but I'm on the move, and the sooner I take the trail the better. I don't mind night travel." "You'd be better for a rest," said the watchman, '"but you're the doctor. Come in, and we'll have a nip of some- thing warm anyhow." His guest followed him into a spa- cious hall, scarce conscious or what he did. A double door to tbe left was shut, but he nevertheless knew perfect- ly that the. room it hid had a, tail French window letting on to a garden where camellias had once dropped like blood. The open door to the right led to the library. There the yellow light touched the dark 'wainscoting, the marble mantel- piece, dim paintings on the wall and it great brass bound Korean desk in a corner. What black thing had once happened in that room? What face had once looked at him from that wheel chair? It was an old face gray •and lined and passionate, his father doubtless. He told himself this calmly, 'with an odd sense of apartness. • The other's glance followed his pride-• fullY. "It's a fine property," he said. "The owner's an invalid, I hear, with Lone leg in the grave. He's in some sanitarium and can't get mueli good of It. Nice pictures, them," he edded, sweeping a candle round. "That's a good looker over there. Must be the old man's daughter,- I reckon, Well, I'lgo and.get you a finger or two to keep the frost out of your lungs. It'll be cold tonight. Make yourself at home." The door closed behind him. The man he left was trembling •vio-, • lently. He had scarcely 'repressed a cry. The portrait that hung above the mantelpiece was Jessica's, in a house dress of soft Romney blue and a sin- gle white rose caught in her hair, "The old man's daughter!" The words seem- ed to echo and re-echo.about the walls, voicing a new agony without a name. Then Jessica was his sister! • As he stared dry eye:1 at the picture In the c,andle light the misery slowly passed. He must know. Who she was, • what she was to him, he must, learn beyond' peradventure. He cast a swift glance around him. Orderly rciws of books stared from the shelves; the ma- hogany table held only.,a pile of old magazines. • He strodo to the desk. drew down its lid and tried the draw- ers. They opened readily, and he rap- idly turned over their litter of papers. written in the same crabbed hand that had etched the one damning word on the draft he had found in the cabin on Smoky mountain. Most of the papers the searcher saw at a glance were Of tlo import. and they gave lihn no clew to what be sought. Then, mysteriously guided by the subtle' memory that seemed oflate to !mitt him, though he was but half conscious of its guldnuce, kis nervous fingers suddenly found and pressed a spring. a panel fell down. and he drew out a folded parchment Another instant and he was bending over it with the candle. his fingers tracing familiar legal phrases of a will laid there long ago. Ile read with the • blood shrieking from bis heart: "To my son, Hugh. In returp for the care and sorrow he has caused me all the 'days of his life. for his dissolute going to his .father. Not to sees r. change the stern decree. uot to anan those bitter phrase:4-'1th.; dissolute • reer, the memory of his tnisneen youth:" Only to ask his forgivenes:, and to make what reparation was pos • titbit); Oleo to go out onve more to the world to tight out his Wattle erns a flue property:" he said.. career tuid his graceless desertion, I do give and bequeath the sum of $1,000 and the memory of his misspent youth. .The residue of my estate, real and personal; I do 1.,:ive and bequeath to my weed, Jessica Heinle"- • The blood swept back to his heart In a flood. Ward, not daughter! Ile could still keep the one sweet thing left him. His love was justified. Team sprang to his eyes, aud he laid the parchment back and closed the desks He hastily beushed the drops away as the nen:chili:in entered and set down two glasses and it bottle. "There you are. *That'll be worth five miles tn you:" He pouted noisily. Hie guest drank, set &Vito the glass and held out his hand. "Good luck!" he said, The dog thrust a cold muzzle into his hand as he walked down the grav- el path slowly, (Mite the glow of the liquor gratefully, with the grudging release it brought from mental ten. sten. Ile had not conselonaly asked himself whither now. In Some stab- econeeletts teener Of his brain this had heft asked and answered. Ile was egeo ,Plre Chtweer 231 Inil bell was litiMiug in the steeple of the little Catholic, church on the -e e edge of the .towu, and the mellow tone ectine clearly up the siope of the mountain where once more the one time partner of Prendergast stood on the threshold of the lonely cabin, senth nel over the mounds of yellow gravel that marked his toil, The returned wanderer had met with a distinct surprise in the town. As he passed through the streets more than one had nodded or had spoken his name, and the recognition had sent a glow to his cheek and a lightness to his step. . • Since the darieg feat in the autdmo- hile the tone ef the gossip had cbanged. His name was no longer conueeted with the sluice robberies. The lucky find, too, constituted' a material Imam for Smoky ' Mountain and bettered nee stook In its •hydraulic enterprises, and this had been written on the credit side of the ledger, Opinion, so ail pow- erful in 'a new Community, bed altered All this he who had been the outcast could not guess, but he felt the change with satisfaction. .. • , ' Till the sun was low he sat In the cabin thinking. At length he called the dog and fastened it in its accus- tomed place and began slowly to climb the. steep ascent toward the Knob. When he came to a certain vine grown. Oen Unit met the main path be turned aside. - Here lay the Spot where he had first spoken with ber, face to face. Here -she ltd told him there was noth- ing in his past which could not be :buried and forgotten, • As he parted the bushes and stepped into the narrow space beside the jut- ting ledge he stopped short with an exclamation,- The place was no longer a tangle of vines. A 'grave had been • lately made there,' and behind it, 'fresh chiseled in the rock, was a Statue -a figure seated, . chin on• band; as ie re- garding the nearby' mound As inna .dream he realized • that he features were his Own. lAweetruck. the living . man drew near. • It - was Jessica's coneeption of the prodigal . son 'as she had • modeled it in Aniston in her blindness. after Hugh's early . return to the Neese in the •:aspens. David Stires had :point - 0(1 out thedistant• Knob as a spot . j.. in which he would choose to be buried, and the wish bad . beeto • observed. • EI e r ' sorrow for his ' . death had been . deepened by the • • thought that the end had come too suddenly for Da. = . vid Stires to have reinstated his son. This sorrow had The /wing mall drew possessed o n e • near. • • comfort -that he had known at the last and lead for- . given Hugh.- Of this she could assitre • hint when- he returned. for. she could not reatly believe -so deep is the heart •of a womaneethat be woulduot return. In the 'days of vigil she had found re- lief in the rough, 'hard work of the mal- let. None had intruded in that out of. the way Spot, save that one day Mrs. .11alloran, led by curiosity to see the . grave of the rich man wbose whim It bad been to be buried on the mountain side, had found her itt her work, and her Jessica had pledged to silettee. She was no fool, was Mrs. Haller:fee and to !mien the name of the dead time was• to Put .tWo and two together, . Hen enotherlye bean -over flowed. _to _the_ girl. Who worked elicit day at that self tip pointed task. Only the afternoott be fore Jessie:1 had finished carving the words on.. the 'base of - the teethe ou Which the look of. the Startled 'man was noW 'resting; -I will strive and. go Unto my father" The gazer' turned trout the .words. with quick qtlestlop, to the mound Ile came close and in • the fading light looked at the name on the IOW head: • stone. So he had come too tete! If Ile could only have learned the truth earlier! If be might only put back the hands of the clock! Hours went by. At length he rose to his feet. his limbs cramped anti stiff ened, and made his way baelt to the lonely cabin On the hillside. There be found fuel, kindled a blaze in the • fireplace and eooked his frugal supper Ile thought of the losing battle he • bad fought there onee before, when tempest shrieked without -the battle which had ended hi &teat He thought of• the' will he bad seen. now sealed with the great seal of death. He was the shorn beggar, she the ben- eficittry. What duty she had owed his father was ended now. Desolate she might be -in need of a hand to guide and guard -but she was beyond the reach of penury. This gave him a sense elf eatisfactIonn Was she there on the mounteln at that motnent? At ladt he teat Old Despair's batter- ed violin from the wall and. Seating himself in the op" doorway, looking • • across the mysterious purple or the gulches to the sityline sown with pale stare, drew the bow softly across the striugs. 'Through manifold varia- tions the music wandered till at length there came from the bellowed wood au air that was an unconscious echo of a forgotten wedding day -"0 perfect love, all human thought tram - mending!" The light breeze that shook the pine needles bore the sound far to an ear that had grown tense with listening - to one on the ridge above to when) it had sounded the suptenle call of youth and life. He did not feel her nearer presence as she stole breatbless :mese the dark path and stood behind him. The music died, the violin slipped from beneath his chin, the bow drop- ped and his head fell on his arms. Then he felt a touch on his shoulder and heard the whisper: "Hugh! Hugh!" •"Jessica!" be cried and sprang to • his feet. "I have watched every day and lis- tened every night," she said. "I knew that you would eeme-that you must come back!" "If I ilaci never gone, Jessica!" he exclaimed. -Then I might have seen • my father. But I didn't know"- • She clasped her hands together. ."You know now'? You remember it all?" He shook Ws head. "I have been • there -he pointed to the hillside -"and • "The.prodigal is yourself." . 1 have guessed who it is that Iles there. 1 know 1 sinned against him and .against myself and left him to die un- forgiving. Tiitit Is what the statue said- to me, ashe must have said, '1. am uo ,more worthy to be called thy son.'"' She. cried, "he knew and he forgave you; Hugh! His last thought was of your coming. That la Wily. I. carved .the figure there." '• • • "You carved it?" he exclaitned. She bent her forehead to. his bends as they .clasped her own. ' • '. - "The prodigal is yourselen'she settle "I modeled .it once. before • whea you came back to him, in the time you.have • forgotten. . But I destroyed it" -the . Weedswere very low now-e'on my eveddIng day." • His hands released hers, and, looking • up, she .paw. -even In the moouleght, that with the last weed' his face had' gene ghastly white. At the siget timid. • By, maidenly reserve. fell, mid all the woman in' her rushed 'uppermost. She lifted her arras and clasped his face. • "Hugh," she cried. "can't you reniem- ber? Don't you .understand? Think! I was blind;, dear, blind. A • white bandage was across my eyes, and you came to me in.a shaded room. • Why. did you ceme to nie?" • A. spark seemed to dart through his brain like the prickling discharge from a Leyden jar, He eaW.biteself stand- ing, facing'. a figure with .bandaged • eyeS, He saw the bandage toru off. felt that, yielding btaly in his arms. heard c• voice. her voice - crying: "Hugh: Hugh! My husband!" and felt those lips pressed to nis own in the knee air of a darkened room. A cry broke from his lips: "Yes. yes. 1 remember!. Jessica, my wife!" His tuts went round her, and, with a'little so she nestled :nose to.'hina on the doorstep. • * .* * * * * * _ That hour on the nieunteln-side-iiii: der the stars had left Harry possesaed• 'of it melee' of perplexing emotions. Dreaming and. wakiug !Jessica's face hung before his eyes. her volt* sound, ed in his ear. The future held no long- er any doubt; It held only. her. Where was that , future to be? Back in the city to which his painful eut•losity had • so lately driven him? This lay no longer in his own choice. It was for her to decide now -Jessica, bis wife• • He looked up 'transfixed. • for she • stood there before him ankle deep in a brown whirlwind of leaves from a frost stung mik, her hand to her cheek In an adorable gesture that he knew, • her lips parted and eager. "1 wanted so to tind you." she said. "I have so many, many things to say." "It is all wonderfully strange and new," he said, "It le as though 1 had nabbed Aleddin's lamp and suddenly had my heart's desire. How could I have thrown my pearl away?" • "We are not to think or that," she protested. "never, never any more." "You are right," he rejoined cheer - telly. "It Is whet is to Nene that we must think oe" He pane,ed an leetent; then he !midi "Last night when you told me of the white hoese 10 tbe aspens 1 did not tell non that I had just come from there- from Aniston," She Made an etellunation 01 wontier 'Tell me," she geld. 41tt1ng with her bold in 'his, he told of that night's experiences, the fear that had held him as be gazed 41 her portrait in tile library. the secret of the Korean desk that bad solaced his misery awl eeut bit» bade to the re, thee he was not to see. At mention of tbe will she threw out her bane with u passiouate gesture. "The motley is uot miller she cried. "It is yours! Ele intended to change It! He told me so the day he died! Oh, 11 you think 1" - "No, no," he tend gently. "There is no reseutinent, .to false pride, in my love, Jessica. 1 reit thineing of you end ef Aniseon. You would have me go back, would you not?" She looked up. smiling. awl .slowly shook her bead, "You u: -e it blind guesser," She said "Don't you thiuk. I know wilat is In your mintIS Not Aniston, Hugh. • Some time. but -not now -not yet. It is neitrer than that." Ills eyes tlewed into hers. You un- derstand. yes, It is Imre. This is wbere I must finish my fight first. Yesterday 1 would have 'left, Smoky mountain forever because you were here. Now" - "I will help you," she said. "All the world besides couuts nothing if only we are together. . I multi live in a cabin het•e on the mountain illwayS, In a forest of 'Arden. till I grow Old and want nothing but that -end you." As he did not answer, she faced him with ct•itusorileg cheeks:then. reading . Ms look. she suddenly tbrew her arm's about his neck. "Ilugb." site cried.' "we belong to nett other now! There is no one else :o vonsidern Is tbere? I want to. be to you whet I haven't been -to bear things with you and help you!" Ile *kissed her eyes and hair. "You have helped. you do help me, Jessica!" be urged. • "But I am jealous foryour love. It must not be offended. The , town of Smoky Mountain must. not sneer -and It would sneer now." • "Let. It!" she exclaimed resentfully. "As it 1 would care!" . -- "But I -would care," he said Softly. "I want to climb aellitie •higher fiest." She wits silent a. nehment,..her fingers - *Want them to know that I am your - tivni•fieetvi,n,.g the. fallen leaves. "You don't . . . • "Not Yet -edit I can see my way." She nodded mod . smiled, and .• the . :loud lifted from her face. "You mugs' 'know best," she -said. "This. is What 1 shall thiethen: 1 shall leave the san- itaehim eotnorrow. • The people there are nothing.- to me,. but •the town cif Smoky 'Mountain is yours, and 1 mast . be a. pert of it too. e am going to the Mountain Valley House. gra- *Hallo- ran will take care of 'me."' She sprang • to her. feet as the added, "I shall go . . to see her about it now." .. - • 11frose mid walked with her through the bracken to the 'road. . They came oat to the driveway just below the trail that led to the Knob.. The • -.bank was high,and, leaping first, he held up his arms to her and lifted her. lightly down. In theinstant as she • lay In his arms he bent and.kissed her on the lips.. • . . Neithernoted two figures walking together that at that •monoent rounded Hie bend of the road a little' Way above. -They. were Tom Felder and Dr, Brent: '• Both men saw the kens and instinctive- theleyae.drew beck.' The doctor noted now the telltale flush on his companion's • • "We have Surprise a romance." he said as the two -unconscious figures . disappeareddown the curving stretch. "oehulcitd!,ei FVsr :the 'man?" • "He is the • ' one we heve been. talking a. , •nodded. ."His cabin Is Just below here on the hillside." "Good Lord!" ejaculated the doctor. "ymbea?,,tati lefernal pity,f What's his n "Hugh Stires." • "Stires?" the other repeated. "Stires? How oddh". 'He stood a moment, tape ping. his ,suit ease witb Ins sticks 'Sud- denly he took the lawyer's arm and led •him into the sidepathe • .•"Conee." he, said "I want to show you semething." . . . • • Ile led the way qelckly to the.Knob., where be stopped as much astonished . as his tompauloe. for be had known: nothing of the statue. Theyread the words chiseled.on Its base. "The.-prode Igel•son;" said Felder. • -Nowlook at the name on the bend - stone," said the physician. . • • iseltier's glance lilted from the stone to peen theme!) the scheening bushes to tee cabin on the shelf below and et•Cteetted lo the ether's Mee with qui& • compreheasion, "You thine"- • • eWbo could donbt it? 'I will arise ,:tnci go unto my father.' 'I'lle old Man's O Whim to be hurled here had a mean- arti.r all The settee is eliss Hot tit e's work -nobody in Smoky Mountnin could do 'It -and I've seen her tnodeling in elay at the an nits rItlul. • What • We S11W just how is the key to .what might -have lieen a pt•ette rildle if' we had ever looked' farther than our noses 1 rs a ease of a eleven ras- (-sehtel nnc1 .,fin tenable propinquity. The ward has fallen In love with the black hziptcsr 24 A I,LEI.U3 A tl .1 0 N P. 8 Was In his element. With his wheezy melo- deon, his gasoline dare and his wild earnest - 44.• 4.44. L nets, he crowded the moth street Of the little mining town. Ile had not lacked for listeners here. for he was ik new solleation. When he ile his &lee la the courthouse. actuate (.aarisimoo HO 01) , •