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THE WINGHAM TIMES
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N Peg 0' My React
BY J. I.ARTLEr MANNERS
Copyright, 1915, by Dodd, Mead & Company •
CHAPTER XXiV.
' Enemies No Longer►
THEL sank down into a ehair
ber eyes,
""Tho wretch!" she walled.
"The 'wretehr'
"That's what be is," said Peg, "dal'
ye'd give yer life into his kapin' to
(blacken so that no decent man or wo-
aman would ever look at ye or spake to
ye again."
"No! That is overt That is'over! 1
hate myself!" Ethel cried between herr
•sobs. "Ob, how I hate uiyself1"
'"Ethel acushla! Don't do that!
Darinnr ,dont!r Her a not worth it, gape
yer life an' yer heart clane until the
-one man in all the wurrld comes to ye
*with his heart pure, too, an' then yell
•know what rale happiness means."
She lnrelt down beside the sobbing
girl and took Ethel in her arms and
tried to comfort her.
She helped her cousin up and sup-
ported her. Ethel was on the point of
fainting, and her body was trembling
with the convulsive force of her hall
suppressed sobs.
"Come to my room," said Peg In a
whisper as she helped Ethel over to
the stairs. "I'll watch by yer side till
mornin'. Lane on tae. That's right
Put yer weight on me."
Sbe picked up the traveling bag, and
together the two girls began to ascend
the stairs.
Ethel gave a low choking moan.
"Don't, dear; yell wake up the
house," cried Peg anxiously. "We've
airily a little way to go. Alsy now.
ot a sound! S-sh, dear! Not a mor-
, eel o' noise!"
Just as the two girls reached the
landing Peg in her anxiety stepped
short, missed the top step, lostherfoot•
ing and fell the entire length of the
staircase into the room, smashing a
tall china :flower vase that was repos.
Ing on the post at the foot of the stairs.
The worst thing that could possibly
have happened was just what did bap -
;pen.
Peg instantly made up her mind that
they were not going to know why
Ethel was there.
Ethel must be saved and at any cost.
"Holy mother!" she cried. "The
whole bouse'll be awake! Give me yer
'Peg Felt the Entire Length ot the
Staircase.
that! Quick! An' yer cloak. an' yer
bag!" Peg began quickly w Mut on
Ithet's hat„ bud. <'lo:it:, tier own, she
For 7 Years
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CURED HER
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flung oniLsf ig eaLth—tthe great
oak table.
"Now remember," abs dictated, "ye
came here because ye heard me, Ye
weren't goin' out o' the house at ail.
Ye just heard me movin' about In
here, Stick to that!"
The sound of voices in the distance
broke in on them,
"They've corrin'," said keg anx-
iously.
"Take care, mater—keep back. Let
me deal with them." A,nd Maria, with
nn electric flashlight, appeared at tbe
head of the stairs. followed by his
mother and the servant Jarvis.
13e begas a systematic search of the
room until suddenly the reflector from
the flashlight shone full on the twu
girls.
Ethel was sitting back fainting in a
'"huh', clinging to Peg. who was sig
!ng beside her trembling.
"Ethel!" cried Alaric in amazement.
"Margaret!" said Mrs. Chichester in
anger.
"Well, 1 mean to say!" ejaculated the
astounded young wan as ne tralked
across to the switch and flooded the
room with light.
"Wbat does this mean?" asked hire.
Chichester severely..
"Sure Ethel heard me here," answer-
ed Peg, "an' she came in, an' "—
"Wbat were you doing here?"
"I was goin' out, an' Ethel beard me
an' came in an' stopped me, ate
were you going?" persisted
the old lady,
"Just out—out there," and Peg paint-
ed to the open windows.
Mrs. Chicbester bad been examining
Peg minutely. She suddenly ex-
claimed:
"Why, that is Ethers coat!"
"Sure it is," replied Peg, "an' this
is her bat I've got, an' here's her bag."
Peg was striving her utmost to divert
Mrs. Chichester's attention from Ethel.
who was in so tense and nervous a
condition that it seemed as if she
might faint at any momenta She
thrust the dressing bag Into the old
lady's hand. Mrs. Chichester opened
it immediately and found just inside it
Ethel's jewel box. She took if out and
held it up accusingly before Peg's
eyes. "Her jewel box! Where did you
get this?"
"I took it," said Peg promptly.
Mrs. Chichester opened the box. It
was full. Every jewel that Ethel own-
ed was in tt.
"Her jewels—Ethel's jewels!"
"Yes, I took them too."
"You were stealing them?"
"No, I wasn't stealin' them. I just
took 'em. I wanted -to wear them,"
answered Peg readily. Suddenly Peg
saw a way of escape, and she jumped
quickly at it. "1 wanted to wear them
at the dance."
"What dance?" demanded Mrs. Chi-
cbester.
"Over there—in the Assembly rooms
—tonight. I went over there, an'
danced, an' when I came back I made
a noise, an' Ethel heard me, an' she
threw on some clothes, an' she came in
here to see who it was, an' it was me,
an' we were both goin' up to bed when
I slipped an' fell down the stairs, an'
some noisy thing fell down with me,
an' that's all."
Alalic called out from the window:
"There's some one prowling in the
garden. He's on the path. He's com-
ing here. Don't be frightened."'
Ataxic ,pushed his electric light full
into the visitor's face and fell back.
"Good heavens, Jerry!" be ejaculated.
completely astonished. "I say, you
know," be went on, "what Is happen-
ing in this house tonight?"
Jerry came straight down to Mrs.
Chichester.
"I saw your lights go up, and I came
here on the run. I guessed something
like this had happened. Don't be bard
on your niece, Mrs. Chichester. The
whole thing was entirely my fault 1
asked her to go."
Mrs. Chicbester looked at him
sternly.
"You took my niece to a dance In
spite of my absolute refusal to allow
ber to go?"
"He had nothin' to do with it," said
Peg. "I took him to that dance."
Mrs. Chichester looked steadily at
Jerry for a fete moments before she
spoke. When she did speak her voice
was cold and hard and accusatory.
"Surely Sir Gerald Adair knows bet-
ter than to,take a girt of eighteen to it
public bail without ber relations' sane.
than?"
"1 thought wily of the pleasure it
would give her," he answered. "Please
accept my sincerest apologies."
Peg looked at him in wonder.
"Sir Gerald Adair( Are you Sir
Gerald Adair?
"Yee, Peg."
"So ye have a title, have yer"
Peg felt soinehO ' that she had been
cheated. Wby bad he not told ber?
Why dict he let her play and romp and
joke and banter with ham as though
they had been children and equals?
"I ant ashamed of yoti! Yen have
disgreees1 us all!" cried Mrs. Chiche .
tera eg; . _ • _..___
"Haves I?" screamed Peg fiercely,
"I've dlsgreced ye, have 1?? Well, none
of you can tell me the truth. I' ;;o•
in' back to me father,"
"Go back to your father, nod glad
we are to be rid of your"
Before Peg Could say anything fur.
ther Ethel suddenly rose unsteadily
and cried out:
"Wait, mother! She mustn't go. We
bane all been grossly nufair to her. It
ie I should go. Tonight she saved me
from—'she caved ate from"— Sudden-
ly Ethel reached the breaking point...
She slipped from Peg's arms to the
chair and on is the door and lay quite
Still.
Peg knelt down beside her:
"She's fainted. Give ber airs"
Peg loosened Ethel's dress and talked
to her all the while, and Jerry and
Alarie hurried out In different direc-
tions in quest Of restoratives.
Mrs. Chiebester came toward Ethel,
thoroughly alarmed and upset.
But Peg would not let her toucb
the inanimate girt
"Go away from herr' cried Peg hys'
terically. "What good do ye think ye
can do ber? What do you know about
ber? You don't know anything about
yer children, Ye don't know bow to
raise them. Ye don't know a thought
In yer child's mind. Why don't ye
sit down beside her sometimes an'
find out what she thinks an' wbo she
sees? Take ber hand in yer own au'
get her to open her soul to ye! Be a
mother to her! A lot ye know about
motherhood! I want to tell ye me fa•
tiler knows more about motherhood
tban any man in the wurrld."
Poor Mrs. Cblebester fell back. erusb•
ed and humiliated from Peg's on
slaught,
In a few moments the two men re-
turned with water and saki. After
awhile Ethd opened her eyes and look-
ed up at Peg. Peg, fearful lest she
should begin to accuse herself again,
helped her up the stairs to ber own
room and there she sat beside tbe un-
strung, hysterical girl until sbe slept,
ber hand locked in both of Peg's.
One thing Peg bad resolved—sbe
would not spend another night in the
Chichester home.
Her little heart was braised and
sore. The night bad begun se happily;
It had ended so wretchedly.
And to think tbe one person in whom
she trusted bad beep just - amusing
himself with her, leading ber to be-
lieve he was a farmer --"less than
01
was got»' out and Ethel Stopped
me," said Peg.
tbat," he had once said, and all the
time he was a man of breeding and of
birth and of title,
Poor Peg telt so humiliated that she
made up her mind she would never
see him again.
In the morning she would go back
to the one real affection 'of ber life—
to the man who never hurt or disap-
pointed her—her father.
• • * * * • *.
We will now leave Peg for awhile
and return to one who claimed so
much of the reader's attention in the
early pages of his history—O'Connell.
It had not been a happy month for
him.
He felt the separation from Peg
keenly. At first he was almost in-
consolable.
The days passed slowly until Peg's
first letter came. It contained the
hews of Kingsnorth's death—Peg's en-
trance into the Chichester family, her
discontent, her longing to be back
once more in New York. This was
followed by more tetters, all more or
Less in the same key. Finally he wrote
urging her to gibe it ell up and come
back to him. IIe would not have his
little daughter tortured for all the ad-
vatiiingeS those people could give ber.
Then ber letters took on a different
aspect. Tirey contained a curious halt
note of happiness in them. No more
Mention of returning. On the con-
trary, Peg appeared to be making the
best of the conditions in which she
Was placed.
These later letters set O'Connell won-
dering. Had the great message of life
come to his little Peg?
Although he always felt it would
come some day, now that It seemed al-
most a very real possibility be dread-
ed it. There were so few natures
would understand ber.
That Peg was developing ber char-
acter
and her nature
durin those
few
Weeks was clear to O'Connell. The
:whole tone of her letters had changed,
tint no Word of hers gave him any
Cleve to the real state of her feelings
until one day he received a letter al -
Most entirely composed of descriptions
of the appearance, mode of speech,
method ot tbought and 'expression of
one Jerry. The description of the man
appealed to him, be apparently having
ao many things in Common with the
inyeterlaus person Who had so vividly
Impressed himself on Peg. Apparent-
ly Peg was half tilling to impi'ovo her-
aeelf, There was a distinct note of se-
Her Nerves Were So Bad
Thought She mould
Go Out ni lier Mind
,-urn..!.••
Mrs. Collas Knox, 45 Harding St., St,
John, N.B., writes: "I suffered greatly
with nay nerves, I could not sleep at
bight, i• -r work, and the least little
thing wo ked on my mind and bothered
me. Last winter I thought I would go
opt of my mind, I would screech out, and
my mother really thought I was going
crazy wltit my nerves. It. was so terrible
I would bold my head and cry. I tried
two doctors but they did not do me any
good. I Thought I would tell you that
to -day I am perfectly cured by using
three boxes of Milburn's Heart and
Nerve Pills, and I, can recommend them
to all sufferers front nervous troubles so
you can tell everybne that they are the
only thing that did me any good."
Milburn's Heart and Nerve Pills are
5.0o per box or 3 boxes for $1.25, at all
dealers or mailed direct on receipt of
Trice by The T. Milburn Co., Limited,
oronto, Ont.
riousness about the last fetter.
Be lived entirely alone in the same
rooms he bad with Peg when she was
taummoued abroad.
He was preparing, in his spare time,
a history of the Irish movement from
twenty years before down to the pres-
ent day. It was fascinating work for
Wm, embodying as 1t did all be bad
ever felt and thought or done for the
"great cause."
CHAPTER XXV.
Peg's Father.
NE night a ring at the bell caus-
iped O'Connell to look up frown-
ingly. De was not in the hab-
it of receiving calls. Few peo-
ple ever dared to intrude on his pri-
vacy.
He opened the door and looked in
amazement at his visitor. He saw a
little, round, merry looking, baldhead-
ed gentleman with gold rimmed spec-
tacles, an enormous silk hat, broad-
cloth frock coat suit, patent boots with
gray spats on them and a general air
ot prosperity and good nature.
"Is that Frank O'Connell?" cried tbe
little man. .
"It tst" said O'Connell, trying in rain
to see the man's features distinctly In
the dim light.
The little man came into the room,
took off his heavy silk bat and looked
tip at O'Connell with a quizzing look
in his laughing eyes.
"McGinnis!"
"That's who It is! 'Talkative Mc-
Ginnis,' come all ,the way from ould
Ireland to take ye by the hand."
The two men shook hands warmly.
"Au' what In the wurrld brings ye
Isere, docthor?" asked O'Connell.
"Plant ye hear of me old grand-
uncle hiaVatnara of County Sligo dy-
In'—after r. useless lite—and doin' the
Sniy thing that made me proud of him
,sow that he's gone—may he slope in
peace—lavin' the money he'd kept such
a close fist on all his life to his God
fearin' nephew so that he can spind
the rest of his days in comfort? Didn't
ye hear that?"
"1 did not. And who was the neph-
ew that came into it?"
"Meselt, Frank O'Connell!"
"You! Is it the truth ye're tellin'
me?"
"May 1 nivver spake another. wurrd
if I'm not."
O'Connell took the little man's hand
and shook it until the doctor screamed
out to him to let it go.
"It's sorry I am if I hurt ye. So it's
a wealthy man ye are now, docthor,
eh?"
"Middlin' wealthy."
"And wbat are ye doin' in New
York?"
"Sure, this is the counthry to take
money to. It doubles itself out here
overnight, they tell me."
He paused, then continued:
"I hope ye've not lost the gift o' the
gab. Hey ye got it with ye still,
Prank O'Connell?"
""l+aith an while_I'm talkie' of the
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"Au' what's it ye'd either prophesy"
ingr
"This -"that ten years from now, with
ber Own government, with her own
language back agape--Gaelic—an' wbat
Ltnguage in the wurrld yields greater
music than the old Oaelie?--with Ire-
land united and Ireland's laud in the
care ot Irishmen, with Ireland's pea-
ple self respectin' an' sober an' .bealtby
an' educated, with Irishmen employed
on Irish industrleB"+
"Go on, Prank O'Connell. I love to
listen to ye. Don't stop,"
"I'll tell ye what will happen! Back
will go the Irishmen in tens o' thou-
sands from all the atter countbrles
they were dbtiven to in the days u'
famine an' oppression an' eoerclon an'
buckshot --back they will go to their
mother eounthry. An' can ye see far
enough into the future to realize whet
they will do? Ye eau't? Well, 1'1) tell
ye that too. The exiled Irish, wbo
nave lived their lives abroad—takin'
their wives, like as pot, from the neo•
ple o' the countbry' they lived in an'
not from their own stock—when they
go back to Ireland with different out-
looks, with different manners an' with
different tastes, so long as they've kept
the hearts o' them thrue an' loyal --just
so long as they've done that—an' kept
the faith o' their forefathers, they'll
form a new nation an' a nation with
all the best o' the old—tbe great bid
faith an' bope o' the old—added to the
prosperity an' education an' business-
like principles an' statesmanship o'
the new."
"Sure it's the big position they dieted
give you on College green when they
get their own government again,
Prank O'Connell," the little doctor
said, shaking his head knowingly.
"A.n' where is the little blue eyed
maiden, .Peg 0' your heart? Where is
she at all?"
"It's in London she Is."
"Is It English ye're goin' to bring her
up?" cried the doctor in horror and
disgust.
"No, it's not, Docthor McGinnis, au
ye ought to know we betther than to
sit there an' ask we such a question."
When they parted for the night. with
many promises to meet again ere long.
O'Connell sat down and wrote Peg a
long letter, leaving the choice in her
bands, but telling her bow much he
would likekto have her back with him.
He wrote the letter again and again
and each time destroyed it, it seemed
so clumsy.
• * * * • * *
Tire morning after the incident fol
lowing Peg's disobedience in going to
the dance and her subsequent rebellion
and declaration of independence found
all the inmates of Regal Villa in a most
nnsettled condition.
Mrs. Chichester and Alarie opened a
discussion as to the latter''s business
career,
"Oh, Alarie! There is a way—one
way that would save us," said the
mother after Alaric suggested going
to Canada. And she trembled as she
paused, as if afraid to tell him what
the alternative was.
"Is there, mater? What is it?"
"It rests with you, deer."
"Does it? Very good, I'll do it to
save you and Ethel and the roof:
course I will. Let me hear it."
"Alarie?" she asked in a tone that
suggested their fate hung on his au
swer, "Alarie, do you like her?"
"Like whom?"
"Margaret! Do you?"
"Here and there. • She amuses me
like anything at times. Site drew a
map of Europe once that 1 think wa,
the most fearful and wonderful thing
I have ever seen. She'said it was the
way her father would like to see 1?u
rope. She had England. Scotland sono
Wales in Germany. and the rest or the
map was Ireland Slade me laugh
anything."
"Ob, if yon only could:" she sobbed
"Could? What?"
"Take that little wayward child wto
your life and mold her."
"Isere, one moment, mater; lel me
get the full force of your hien. ion
want me to mold Margaret f'
"'Fes, dear."
"1]n!" he tanghed nneastly, then said
decidedly: "No, mater. no. I can do
most things. tint :is a naN(fer—nh, no.
C.et Ethel do it --it she'll stay. that Is
"Alarie, my dear. t mean to take he:
really Into your life -'to have and to
hold.'" And she looked pleadingly at
him througior her tear dimmed eyes.
"But t don't want to hold her, mit
ter!" reasoned her son.
"It would he the saving of us aitr.'
she insisted significantly.
i;nt :ltnric was ::tilt obtuse. °
"Now. hew • ":real my holding and
molding M1: rgau•et save us?"
The old lady placed her cards defib
r-rately on the table as she said senten
(twisty:
"She would stay with Its here—if you
were—engaged to hell"
The shock had come. ills mother's
terrible alternative was now before
Item itt all its naked horror. A shiver
ran through him. The thought of a
man with a future as britlhlnt as his
being blighted at the outset by such a
misalliance:
ne tott the color leave ave
his face.
"Engaged: Don't, mother. please."
He trembled again. "Ileavens--engag.
pd to that tomboy!"
There was no escape. Mrs. Chiches-
ter held him firmly.
"She will have £5,000 a year when
she is twenty-one—£5,000 a year—£5,000
of the very best!"
She took him to her arms and press.
ed his reluctant and shrinking body to
her breast. "Think What It would mean,
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the family. Any cove it do that at a
pinch, But I do not see myself as a
'brand snatcher.' resides, I am not
altogether at liberty."
"What?" cried his mother.
"Oh, I've net committed myself to
anything. But I've been three times
to hear that wonderful woman speak—
once on the platform! And people are
beginning to talk. She thinks no end
of ire. Sent me a whole lot of stuff
last week—'advanced literature' she
calls it. I've got 'em all upstairs.
Wrote every word of 'em herself. Nev-
er saw a woman who can tack and
write as she can. And outside of all
that I'm afraid I've more or less en-
couraged ber. And there you are—the
whole thing in a nutshell."
Alalic thought for a few moments.
The result of this mental activity
took form and substance as follows:
"She is not half baddooking—atttmes
—when she's properly dressed." .
"I've seen her look almost beauti-
ful:" cried Mrs. Chichester.
Alarie suddenly grew depressed.
"Shocking temper, mater!" and he
shook his head despondently.
"ne woman who loves always
obeys!" cried his mother.
"Ah, there we hare 11!" And Alarie
sprang up and faced the old lady.
"There we have it! Does she love me?"
Mrs. Chichester looked fondly at her
only son and answered:
"Ilow could she be near you for the
last month and not love you?"
Alarie nodded:
"Of course there is that. Now, let
me see—just get a solid grip on the
whole thing. If she loves me—and tak-
ing all things into consideration—for
your sake and darling Ethel's—and for
my—that is"—
As mother and son walked slowly
toward the house they looked up, and
gazing through a tiny casement of
'the little mauve room was Peg, her
face white and drawn.
Peg decided to take a walk in the
garden. As she reached the foot of
the stairs Alaric came in quickly
through the windows.
"Hello, Margaret!" he cried cheerful-
ly, though his heart was beating nerv-
ously at the thought of what be was
about to do; and across his features
there was a sickly pallor. "What have
you got there, all tucked away?" be
ventured as the opening question that
was to read to the all important one.
Peg held up a book for him to see.
"The only thing I'm talon' away that
I didn't bring with me."
"A book, eh?"
"That's what it is—a book," and she
began to go upstairs.
"Taking it away?" he called up to
her.
"That's what t'm doin'." and she still
went on up two more steps.
"You're not really going away --cous-
in?" he gasped.
"I ant." replied Peg.
"aust a moment," he cried, stopping
her just by an oriel window. She
paused In the center of the glow that
radiated from its panes.
"What is it?" she asked impatiently.
She wanted to go back to her room
and make her final preparations.
Alarie looked at her with what, he
meant to be adoration in his eyec.
"Ito you know I've grown realty
awfully fond of you?" His voice quIv-
ercd and broke. lie had reached one
of the .rises of his life.
"Nu. t didn't knout/ it. When did yo
tinct it .iutf"
"Just now—down in that room-"
when the thought flashed through me
that perhaps you really meant to leave
us. it went all through me. 'Pon my
honor it did. The idea positively bdrt
tae- really hurt me."
"DM it, now?" laughed Peg. "Sure
an' I to glad of !t," . •
"Glad? (:!lad?" he asked in astoniOb.
_—
"I am. I didn't think anything could
hurt ye unless it disturbed yer com-
fort, 'An' I don't see how my ggin'
will do that."
"Oh, but it will," persisted Alarie
"Really it will."
"Sure now?" Peg was growing real-
ly curious. What was this odd little
fellow trying totell her?
Alaric felt that the moment bad now
really come.
(To BE CONUINUED.)
HOW OLD ARE YOU?
Do You • Know Your Age and the Year
and Day of Your Birth?
Row old are you? When were you
born? See if yon really know. See if
your children know bow old they are.
Do not Iaugh at these simple questions
until you try the test.
According to a recent issue of the
United States public health service re-
ports, it is a common occurrence to find
school children, even high school pu-
pils in the junior and senior years,
"wbo cannot tell how old they are, or
who, if they know their age, cannot
tell accurately in what year they were
born.
You will need this information when
you apply for a marriage license, or in
registering for voting, or in seeking a
government position, or in case you
claim that you are heir to a fortune
that is going to some other person.
You may have to go under oath as to
your age when you pay your custom
duties upon return from your next
European trip. So you should practice.
In some of our states there is no
birth registration, so you may not be
able to prove from the records that
you ever were born. This might be
embarrassing to yon if you want to
marry in Europe.
Perhaps the easiest way to remember
your age is to form some jingle or
rime on your birth year. For in-
stance. "tn 1507 little Johnnie came
from heaven," or "In ISS2 little 'Susie
began to boo." Never mind. what the
rime is, just so you remember it, and
if; after reaching the age of forty, you
want to prove that you are only twen-
ty-three years old, just change the
time and perhaps peopie will believe
you when you repeat the jingle to
prove your youth.
U. S., Not U. S. A.
Do you know what is the proper
abbreviation of the United States? It
is U. S. It is not U, S. A. There is
widespread and apparently utter ig-
norance of this fact. The initials II. S.
A. are the officially accepted abbrevia-
tion for United States army and do not
under any possible conditions ever
mean united States of America. At
this time, when so many innnufactur-
ers in this country are branding their
goods as made in the United States,
this is important. The brand of 17. S.
A. upon anything means that it was
manufactured for the United States
army. "Made In E. S." is the brand
which. should be put upon all goods
manufactured In this country, -.-Albany,
Knickerbocker Press.
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