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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Times, 1915-08-12, Page 7August I2th, l9I5 • THE WINGHAM TIMES cr 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 `Was Troubled With Her Liver. Milburn's Laxa-Liver PHIS CURED HER Mrs. 1;. L. Hurst, lit Symington Ave., Toronto, Ont., writes: "I have been troubled with my stomach and liver for the past seven years; also have had constipation, causing headache, back- ache and dizzy spells, and Isvould almost fall down. I tried all kinds of remedies: without obtaining any relief. I cont - merited using Milburn's Laxa-Liver Pills, and they have cured me. I have recom- mended thern,to many of my friends, and they are all very much pleased with the results they have obtained from their Use." Milburn's Laxa-Liver rills are the original so be sure and get "Milburn's" When you ask for them. Price, 25e. a vial or 5 for $1.00, at all dealers or mailed direct on receipt of price by The T. Milburn Co., Limited, Toronto, Out, 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 Your Liver is Clogged up That's Why You're Tired --Oat of Sorts—Have eo Appetite. CARTERS Lt1TLE LIVER PILLS will put you right is s few thee. They do their duty. Cure Coned• f on, - aness,1niitesI .n, mut Siert Head`ie e. r Bis all Pill, Small DaSmall Price. Genuine mutt boar setgrge on i nl ln the wurrnr net's near our hearts ---the future of Ireland --1 want to prophesy"—. "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. 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N6w YORK G,TY 'r k CASTORIA For Infants and Children. Mothers Know That Genuine Gastotia Always Bears the Signature of to Use For Over Thirty Years 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. 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