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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Times, 1915-07-29, Page 7ss July 29th, 1915 THE WINGH,AI,M TIMES vemenimonsornomirk Peg 0' My Heart BY J. HARTLEY MANNERS Copyright. 1915, by Dodd, Mead 6. Company CHAPTER XX. A Real Friend. 'DOOR slammed loudly in the dLt- tance as Peg talked to Jerry. Peg distinctly heard her aunt's voice and Alarie's. In a mo- Ient she became panic •stricken. She ;made one bound for the top stairs and ttrprang up them three at a time. At ;the top she turned and warned him: "Don't tell any one ye saw me." "I won't," promised the astonished :young man. But their secret was to be short lived As Peg turned Ethel appeared at the trop of the stairs, and as she descended, iziaring at Peg, the unfortunate girl 'A Door Slammed Loudly In the Dis- tancs as Peg Talked to Jerry. Went down backward before ber. At the same moment Mrs. Chichester *and Alarie came in through the door. They all greeted Jerry warmly. Mrs. Chichester was particularly gracious. "So sorry we were out. You will stay to lunch?" "It is what 1 came tor," replied Jer- ry heartily. Ile slipped his arm .through Alaric's and led Dim tip to the ;windows. "Why, Al, your cousin is adorable!" she said enthusiastically, "What:" Alarie gasped, In burrur "You're met her?" "indeed l have. And we bad the most delightful dale together. 1 waut to see a great deal. ot net while she's here." "You're joking?" remarked Alarie cautiously. "Not at nil. Sbe has the frank. hon est grip on life that t 11It,• Dotter than anything in mankind to wa,tuanitiud •She has made me n convert to home 'rule already." The luncheon gone sounded in the $istnnce, Alarie hurtled to tie door. "Come along, evert few; mese!" "Thank goodness!" Ne al ,ferry, juin log biro. "1'tn starving Pee came giltetI tram nelumt the eewel post, whore she trio uvea erne; tidally hidden, mid wtutt strtuget ni Jerry mai, wilt.,.; up at tine, her eyes dancing with nurusetueut. said: "So um 1 eta rviu' Luo, I've not had ,a bite since U." "Allow me," and Jerry offered ber Was Constantly Troubled With Boils. MAD NINE ON HIS ARMS AT ONCE. Burdock Blood Bitters CURED (HiM. Boils are caused by bad blood, and intim the blood is made pure you cannot ..expect to get rid of them. Ointments and salves will do you no :good. You must get at the seat of the trouble by using a good internal bleed ,purifying medicine such as that grand •old remedy Burdock Blood Bitters. Mr. Samuel Buckler, Tatamagcuclie, 'r•N.S., writes: "Last stuniner I was ,constantly troubled with boils. I had nine oil my arms at mace. I thcuglrt it was blood so got two dbottlesuofdBix dockfreen dl3locxl Bitters, tied before the first 'bottle was done I began to feel a prat deal better, and befrre the second one was finished I did act ,stave a boil,nor have I had cite since. i cannot reoimnend I3.B,B. too highly." :Burdock Blood Bitters is manufactured .only by The T. Milburn Co,, Limited, "Toronto, Ont, me';eaiTy ctuaiou� Let -mf see^ again made a movement ,toward the hidden book. Peg clinched both ot her hands into little fists and glared at Brent. while ber breath came In quick, sharp gasps. "I love spirit!" cried Brent. Tben be looked ut per charming dress, at her stylish coiffure, at the simp1S spray of flowers at ber breast. He gave an ejaculation ot pleasure. "What a wonderful change In a month: You most eertuinly would not be sent to the kitchen now. 1)9 you know you have grown Into a most at- tractive young lady? You are really delightful angry. And you are angry, aren't you?' And with me. eh I'm so sorry it I've offended you. Let us his aTrni .. . Mrs. Chichester quickly interposed "My niece is tired after her journey. She wiU lunch in her room." "Oh, but I'm not a bit tired," ejacu- lated Peg anxiously. "I'm not tired at all, an' I'd much rather have lunch down here with Mr. Jerry." The whole family were aghast Ethel looked indignantly at Peg. Mrs. Chichester ejaculated, "What?" Alarie, almost struck dumb, fell back upon "Well, 1 mean to say!" "And you shall go in with Mr. Jer• ry," said that young «entlentan, slip- ping Peg's arm through his own. Turn- ing to Mrs. Chichester, he asked her: "With your permission we will lead the way. Come, Peg," and he led her to the door and opened it. Peg looked up at him, a roguish light dancing in her big, expressive eyes. "Thanks. I'm not so sure about that wager of yours. I think yer life is safe. I want to tell ye ye've saved mine." She put one hand gently on her tittle stomach and cried, "I am so hungry me soul is bangin' by a thread." Laughing gayly the two new found 'friends went in search of the dining room. "Disgraceful!" ventured EtheL "Awful!" said the stunned Alarie "She must be taken in hand atones' came in firm tones from Mrs. Chiches- ter. "She must never be left alone again. Come quickly before she can disgrace us any further today." The days that followed were never to be forgotten ones for Peg. Her na- ture was in continual revolt. The teaching of bee whole lifetime she was told to correct Everything she said, everything she looked, everything she did was wrong. Tutors were engaged to prepare her for the position she might one -day en- joy through her dead uncle's will. They did not remain long. She show- ed either marked incapacity to acquire the slightest veneer of culture -else it was pure willfulness. The only gleams of relief she bad were on the occasions when Jerry vis- ited the family. Whenever they could avoid Mrs. Chichester's watchful eyes they would chat and laugh and play like children. Her letters to her father were at first very bitter regarding her treat- ment by the family. Indeed, so resent- ful did they become that her father wrote to her in reply urging her, if she was so unhappy, to at once return to him on the next steamer. The month she had promised to stay was drawing to an end. But one more day remain- ed. It was to be a memorable one for Peg. Jerry bad endeavored at various times to encourage her to study. One day he gave her a large, handsomely bound volume and asked her to read, it at odd times and he would examine her in it when she had mastered its contents. She opened it wonderingly and found it to be "Love Stories of the World." It became Peg's treasure. She kept it hidden from every one in the house. She made a cover for it out of a piece of ,cloth, so that no one could seg the ornate binding. She would read it at night in her room, by day out in the fields or by the sea. The book was a revelation to her. It gave all her im- agination full play. Through its pages treaded a stately procession of kings and queens -Wagnerian heroes and heroines, Shakespearean creations, me- lodious e.lodious in verse, and countless others. All through the month Christian Brent was a frequent visitor. If Peg only despised the Chichesters she posi- tively loathed Brent Peg was wait, Ing for a really good chance to find out Mr. Brent's real character. The op- portunity came. On the night of the last day of the trial month Peg was lying face down- ward on a sofa reading her treasure when she became conscious of some one being in the room watching her. She started up in a panic, instinctively hiding the book behind her. She found Brent staring down at her in open ad- nitration. dnitration. Something in the intentness of his gaze caused her to spring to het feet. "The book must be absorbing. What Is it?" he asked. Peg faced him, the book clasped in both of her hands behind her back, ber eyes• flashing and her heart throb- bing. "You mustn't be angry, child. What is it, eh? Something forbidden?" and he leered knowingly at her. Tben he made a quick snatch at the hook, say- Ing, ayIng, "Show it mel" Peg ran across the room and, turn ing tip a corner of the carpet, put the book under it, turned back the carbet, put her 'foot determinedly ori it and turned again to face her tormentor. Brent went rapidly across to her. The Instinct of the chase was quidk in 3ls blood "A being, place,, eh/ Now,yolt mite VMS kiss and be friends." He tried to take her in his arms. Peg gave him a re- sounding box on the ear. The door opened, and Ethel came into the room. Peg burned out through the win- dows. Brent turned to EtheL "My dear!" Ethel looked coldly at him. "Wby did she run away?" Brent smiled easily and confidently: "I'd surprised one of her secrets, and she flew into a temper. "Secrets?" was all Ethel said "Yes. See." He walked across to the corner and turned back the carpet and, kneeling down, searched for the book, found it and held it up trium- phantly: "Here!" He stood up and open, ed the book and read the title page: "'Love Stories of the World.' 'To Peg from Jerry.' Ohor" cried Mr. Brent. "Jerry! Eh? No wonder she didn't want me to see it! Jerry! So that's bow the land Iles! Romantic little child!" Ethel looked steadily at him. "Why don't yon go after her?" and she nodded in the direction Peg bad gone. "Ethelr' be cried, aghast "She is new and has all the virtues." "I assure you"- he began. "Really- Ethel" - "Were you 'carried away' again?" she sneered. "Surely you're not jealous -of a -a= child?" "No. I don't think it's jealousy," said Ethel slowly. • "Then what is it?" "Disgustl" 'She shrugged her shoul- ders contemptuously. "Now I under- stand why the scullery is sometimes the rival of the drawing room. The love of change!" He turned away from her. Ethel watched him quietly. "Chris, come herer' He turned to her. "There! It's all her.. I suppose I have been a little hard lin you." She held out her hand. "My nerves have been rather severe- ly tried this past month," Ethel went on. "Put a mongrel into. a kennel of thoroughbreds and they will either de- stroy the intruder or be in a tentinnal condition of unsettled, irritated intol- erance. That is exactly my condition." Brent sat beside her and said softly: "Then I've come in time?" Ethel smiled "So did I, didn't I?" and she In& cated the window through which Peg ran after assaulting Brent "Don't! Please don't!" he pleaded. "Very well," replied Ethel ;compla- cently, "I won't." "I'm sorry, Chris," remarked Ethel finally, after some momenta had pass- ed. "A month ago it wouldn't have mattered so mach. Just now -it does. It's been horrible here." "A month of misery for me, too," re- plied Brent passionately. "I'm going away -out of it Tomor- row!" he added. "To Petersburg - Moscow -Siberia" - "Oh, the cold placesr She parsed, then asked, "Going alone?" He whis• pered almost into her ear: "Unless some one -goes with me! Will -yon -go?" And he waited breath. lessly. She thought a moment, looked at him again and said quietly, "Chris, I wish Pd been here when yon called - instead of that -brat" CHAPTER XXI. v Complications. BRENT turned away up again to the window seat crying, "Oh, this is unbearable!" Ethel said quite calmly: "Is It? Your wife all over again, eh?" He came back to her. "No. I place you far above her, far above all pet- ty suspicions of carping narrowness. I value you as a woman of understand- ing" "I am," she said frankly. "From what you've told me of your wife she must be too." "Don't treat me like this!" he plead- ed distractedly. "What shall I do." asked Ethel with wide open eyes, "apologize? That's odd. I've been waiting for yon to." As Brent moved up toward the win- dows Alaric came in behind him through the door. "Hello, Brent," he called out heart- ily. "Ware ye?" "Very well, thank you, Alarie," he said, controlling his surprise. "Good. The dear wife well too?" , "Very." "And the sweet childr "Yes," "Yon must bring 'els.; along some time. The mater would love to see them, and so Would EtheL Ethel lover babies, don't yon, dear?" With- out waiting for Ethel to reply he hur- tled on, "And, talking of babies, have you Been Margaret anywhere?" Ethel nodded in the direction of the garden. "Ont therer "Splendid. The mater wants ber. We've got to have t family meeting about ber and at once." Altaic hurried exit through the windows into the gar- d---' n .. WAS SO 1AK WOULD HAVE TO STAY IN BED. Milburn's Heart and Nerve Pills Cured Her. Mrs, J. Day, 234 John St. South, Hamilton, Ont., writes: "I was so run down with a week heart that I could not even sweep the floor, nor could I sleep at night. I was so awfully sick sometimes I had to stay in bed all day as I was so weak. I used three and a half boxes of Milburn's Heart and Nerve Pills, and I am a cured woman to -day, and as strong as any one could be, and am doing my own housework, even my own wash- ing. "I doctored for over two years, but got no help until I used your pills." Milburn's Heart and Nerve Pills are 50c per box, 3 boxes for $1.25, at all dealers or mailed direct on receipt of price by The T. Milburn Co„ Limited, Toronto, Ont. Brent hurried over to Ethel. "I'm at the hoteL P11 be there un- til morning. Send me a message, will you? I'll wait up all night for one." Lie paused. "Will you?" "Perhaps," replied EtbeL "I'm sorry if anything I've said or done has hurt you." She checked him just as her mother nppeared at the top of tbe stairs: At the same moment Bennett, the maid, came in through the door. Mrs. Chichester greeted Brent cour- teously: "How do you do, Mr. Brent? You will excuse me?" She turned to the maid. "When did you see my niece last?" "Not this hour, madam." "Tell Jarvis to search the gardens, the stables, to look up and down the road." "Goodby, Mrs. Chichester -and -Eth- el," said Brent. He looked meaning- ly and significantly at Ethel as he stood in the doorway. The next mo- ment he was gone. Alaric hurried in through the win- dows from the garden. "Not a' sign of Margaret anywhere," he said furiously, throwing himself into a chair and fanning himself vigor- ously. "This cannot go onl" cried Mrs. Chi- chester. "I should think not, indeed -running about all over the place." Mrs. Chichester held up an open tel- egram. "Mr. Hawkes telegraphs he will call tomorrow for his first report. What can I tell him?" "What will yon?" asked Alarie. "Am I to tell him that every tutor I've engaged for her resigned? Not one stays more than a week. Can 1 tell him that?" "You Could, mater, dear, but would it be wise?" A moment later Peg entered with Michael cradled in ber arms. She bad a roguish look of triumph in her eyes. Down the front of her charming new dress were, the marks of Michael's muddy paws. Peg was also breathing quickly and evidently more than a lit- tle excited "Take that animal out of the roomr cried Mrs. Chichester indignantly the moment Peg appeared. Peg turned and walked straight out into the garden and began playing with Michael on the grass. Mrs. Chichester waited for a few moments, then called out to her, "Mar. garetl" then more sharply; "Margaret, come here! Do yon hear me?" Peg went on playing with Michael and just answered, "I hear ye." "Come here at once!" "Can Michael come in, too?" came from the garden. "Yon come in and leave that brute outsider "If Michael can't come in I don't want to," obstinately insisted Peg. "Do as I tell you. Come here!" com- manded her aunt•,- afiamodheasiissiisadhmse The Army of Constipation Is Growing Smaller Every Day. CARTER'S LITTLE LIVER PILLS are rs.ponrible-they not only give relief - they permanently cure Constipa. than. Mil- lions use diem for Mots - Neu, Indigestion, Sick Headache, Sallow Skin. Small Pill, Small Dose, Small Price, Genuine meat bear Signature "Let us be honest with each other, Ethel," said Peg. !seg tied' Micliael to one of the French windows and then went slowly Into the room and stood facing her aunt. "Look at your dress!" suddenly cried Mrs. Chichester as she caught sight of the marks of Michael's playfulness. "Michael did that Sure they'll come off." Mrs. Chichester looked at the bushed face of the young girl, at the mass of curly hair that had been carefully dressed by Bennett for dinner and was now hovering around her eyes untidily. The old lady straightened it. "Can you not keep your hair out or your eyes? What do you think will become of you?" "I hope to go to heaven, like all good people," said Peg. Mrs. Chichester turned away with a gesture of despair. "What is it?" continued the old lady. "1 say what is it?" "What is what?" asked Peg. "Is It that you don't wish to Improve? Is it that?" "I'll tell you what 1 think it is." be- gan Peg helpfully. as if anxious to reach some satisfactory explanation. "1 think there's a little diril in rue ly• in' there, an' every now an' again ne jumps out" "A devil?" cried Mrs. Chichester, hor- rified. "Yes, aunt," said Peg demurely. "Flow ,dare you use such a word to me?" "1 didn't. 1 used it about ineselt. 1 don't know whether you have a divil in ye or not 1 think 1 have." Ml's. Chichester silenced her with a gesture: "Tomorrow 1 `tm to give Mr. Hawkes my first report on you." l'eg laughed suddenly and then check- ed herself quickly. "And why did you do that?" asked her aunt severely. "1 had a picture of what ye're gain' to tell him." "Why do you constantly disobey me?" pursued the old Indy. tt "I suppose it is the original sin in me," replied l'eg thoughtfully. "What?" cried Mrs. Chichester, agnin taken completely aback. "Oh. I say, you know! 'that's goad: Hal" And Alarms laughed nearrtly, Peg jumed in and laughed Heartily with Alarie imtnedtutely stepped. Ethel took absolutely nu uutice ot any one. Peg sat down beside Der aunt uud er.- plained to her: "v.'henever 1 din nny- tbing willful or dieturbtn' as a churl me father always said it Wits the 'meg !nal sin' in me au' that 1 n'asn t to lie punished for it because 1 conidu t n,-ip It "Then he used to punish himself ror my fault An' when 1 saw it hurt 01(0 1 usen't to do it again -tar awhile at least 1 think that was a grand way to bring up u daughter. I've been won- derin' since I've been here it an aunt could bring 11 niece up the ealme way." And she looked quizzically at sirs. Chichester. Jarvis came in witb u letter on a sal ver. "Well?" asked the old lady. "For Miss Chichester, madam," And he handed Ethel the letter. "Ely hand, miss." Ethel tool; the letter quite uncun- st.IUusly and oI !Tied It. "Who is it from?" asked Mrs, Cbi- ebester. "Mr. Brent," replied Ethel indiffer- ently. "Brent?" cried Alaric. "What on enrth does he write to yon for?" "Ile wants me to do something for him." And she tore tbe letter up into the smallest pieces and placed them in a receptacle on the desk. "Come, Alaric." And Mrs. Chiches- ter left the room after admonishing l'eg that an boar would be euflielent to sit' u. "Letpns be honest with each other, Ethel," said Peg when the two girls were left alone. l'eg went •tent over to her and looked at ber compasslon- ately. "fit bat do yon mean?" said Ethel, with a sudden contraction ot net breath.' "Yon like Mr. Brent, don't ye?" So the moment had come. '1'be tittle spy bad been watching her. Well, ere would tight this common little Irish nobody to the bitter end. All the an- ger in her nature surged uppermost as Ethel answered Peg, but she kept bet 4k, p,iwl!!i;lI ' At months old. 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She would just wait to see what course this crea- ture was going to take with ber. They were now seated together, Eth. el holding ber little white poodle, at which Peg pointed contemptuously. Peg went on: "Of course I've never seen the wife or the baby because be never seems to have them with him when be calls here, But I've often beard' Alarla ask either them." "Well?" asked Ethel coldly. "Is it 08(101 for English husbands with babies to kiss other women's hands?" And Peg looked swiftly at her cousin. Ethel checked an outburst and said quite calmly: "It is a very old and a very respect- ed custom." "The divil doubt it hut It's old. I'm not so sure about the respect Wby doesn't he kiss me aunt's hand as well?' Ethel could not control herself mach longer. It was becoming unbearable. As she crossed the room she said with as little beat as possible: "You don't understand." "Well. but I'm thryin' to," persisted Peg. "That's why 1 watch ye all the time." Ethel turned She was now at bay. "You watch me?" "Aren't ye me model?" "It's contemptible!" cried Ethel. "Sure 1 only saw the 'old an' re- spected custom' by accident -when I came In through there a month ago-' an' once since when I came in again by accident -a few days aftherward. I couldn't help seein' it both times. An', as for Dein' contemptible, I'm not so sure the custom doesn't deserve all the contempt" Ethel was now thoroughly aroused. "I suppose it is too much to expect that a child of tbe common people should understand the customs of de- cent people." "Mebbe it is," replied Peg. "But I don't see why the common people should have all the decency an' the aristocracy none." "It is impossible to talk to you. I was foolish to have stayed here. You don't understand. You ucver could understand" - Peg interrupted: "Wby, i never saw ye excited before -not a hit of color in yer cheeks till now -except twice: Ye look just as ye did wheu Mr. Brent followed that old an' respected cus- tom on yer hand." cried Peg. The young girl's eyes were ablaze. How vividly she remembered the eventful scene that confronted ber when she first arrived at the Chichester home days before! Ethel answered this time, excitedly and indignantly, giving full and free vent to ber just anger: "Be good enough never to speak to me again as long as you're in this house. If I had my way you'd leave It this moment As it it -as it te- ller voice rose almost to a scream. Iter rtere was•anhririll.'ii: R'haf more she might have said was checked by the door opening and Jar- vis showing in Jerry. ,ferry walked cheerfully and Smiling- ly Into the room and was amazed to find the two young ladies glaring at each other and apparently In the midst er a conflict. All Power of speech left him de Ibd stood Looking In amazement at tie combo tante;, 1 (To B4CONTINUED.) THE FIRST HANDKERCHIEFS. They Came From Persia and Were Merely Sruall Squares of Silk. The handkerchief seems to have been a gift to the world from an- cient Persia. In those far back classic days it was a small square of silk, the principal use of which was to wipe moisture from the brow. From Persia it passed to Greece, and then to Rome, spreading through the rest of Europe and becoming a habit with the rich. Thence it came to Amer- ica. The handkerchief has conquer- ed all the grand divisions Of the globe. It did not early come into consnon use, and for centuries it was carried only by persons of wealth and fashion as an ornament, as a. carrier of strong sweet scents or as a favor to be worn by a gallant in his hat. With the spread of the tobacco habit after trade with the new found Americas had been opened up, the use of tobacco in the form of pow- der for sniffing .up the nose became the fashion in the loftier circles of society and spread downward through the more ordinary ranks of people, and it was this habit of snuff taking that brought the handkerchief into common use as a toilet acces- sory, increased its size and caused it to be made of rather coarser ma- terial. The handkerchief has served many curious purposes. Queen Anne of England had the text of her speech to Parliament, delivered April S, 1710, printed on handkerchiefs, and in this way got that address into the homes of England. The announce- ments of the treaty of Utrecht and of the victories of Marlborough were printed on handkerchiefs. Handker- chiefs in 1745 were stamped with the portraits of the young pretend- er's principal followers with a view' to aiding in tbelr capture, and the Stuart party printed on handker- chiefs the portrait of George II. that his picture might be put to ignoble uses. Handkerchiefs were of many shapes, and that now all of them are square is said to have resulted from the fact that Louis XVI., January 2, 1785, issued an edict at the instance of Marie Antoinette that "the length of handkerchiefs shall equal their breadth henceforth throughout the kingdom." Students of the handker- chief have said that this edict deter- mined the shape of the handkerchief throughout the world. As luxury in dress increased the handkerchief in many cases became an object of art and an example of rare handicraft. They were some- times edged with costly lace and em- broidered with armorial bearings and mottoes, from which custom has de- scended the present custom of em- broidering handkerchiefs with in- itials. Soldiers' Step.:, Soldiers are marchint across Europe, but they do not k• i•p step. They vary both in the tom .% of the step and the rapidity of tteli. pact. The Britisb init:ntry step :311-2 inches, the Ionces »f' ;•1' ti:a` Germany keep; step with Sw'l:cr- land, they each d,1 21 it t l:u , t, h 1-t 29 inches is the pate .n t: e art, e of Italy, France and Itussiane take 27 1-2 it.che , 101 d., 1, 2 ... a minute. _I Preettntion. Husband (going to his racy i'*('0 funeral) -- Put a Coup.r r.t 1 - fit handkerchiefs into my poteel, di la. The old nentleman prom iet ti to leave me Y50,000, and 1 shall taut to shed sort,, appropriate teats.. Wife- lint suppose wbeu the will is read you find be hasn't kIt you anything? Iiusband--In that ruts:te you hal better put in three,--l.00tinn